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itshouldvebeenme30 · 2 years

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The Last time

Pairing/s: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader ||AU||

Warnings/Genre: ||ANGST|| bad writing

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“Can I ask you for something? I promise I’ll sign these papers after. I promise, you’ll be free. For good.”

Wanda sighed, her expression solemn but still, motioned you to go on.

“Can you pretend that you still love me? Even just for 7 days.”

“Y/n, I don’t think that’s a good— “

“Please? Just this once. I, I promise, it’ll be the last time I ask one thing from you.”

She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She thinks it’s a bad idea. You’re supposed to move forward without each other now. It was what you agreed upon before calling it quits.

But seeing the silent pleading emanating from your eyes, she finds herself agreeing to your request.

“The last time?”

“The last time.”

Day 1

“Good morning, draga.” It’s been awhile since you’ve heard her call you that. You’ve missed it. You can also hardly recall the last time she held you in the mornings like this, as she had already moved from your shared house since the split.

Instead of responding, you hugged her even more tightly while burying your face farther into her chest. You couldn't help but sigh in contentment as you felt her kiss the top of your head. You basked in the affection she was currently showing you, despite the fact that you knew it was all phony.

“We should get up and make breakfast, baby. We have plans to do that which you planned, dorogoya. " You can hear her chuckle softly when you just whine and entwine your legs around her torso.

“Five more minutes, please?”

“Okay.”

“You were supposed to add a pinch of salt, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot.” Wanda could only look at you softly, playing the role of an understanding partner, you think.

“That’s okay, let’s start over?”

Your brows furrowed in frustration. You don’t want to start over. It’s just a simple task and you ruined it. Just like how you ruined both of you.

“Detka, what’s wrong?” When you felt your wife's comforting hand resting on your arm, you snapped out of it and looked at her. You merely grinned at her and assured her that nothing was wrong. As you two continued to prepare the food together, it seemed like the first morning you had spent as wives.

Together, you took a shower and dressed each other. It appeared as though everything was back to normal. Like before, when Wanda and you are both happily married. Even if it was play pretend, you remind yourself.

You went to your favorite places before, reminiscing about the old times as you walked. Smiles and laughter were exchanged. Even if it was play pretend.

At the end of the day, you held onto each other. You slept with a smile on your face while having a conflicting one on Wanda’s.

Day 2

“Should I get this? How do I look?” You put the silly headband on your head, opting to get a smile from her. And when you successfully did, your heart soared at the sound of your wife’s laughter.

“Ohh, definitely. You look like a princess, detka.”

“Then you shall be my other princess.” You tried to put the same headband on her head, but she just playfully shook her head at you.

“Uh-uh, I’ll be your knight in shining armor. I’ll have this sword instead.” She held up a sword keychain, but when you left the store, both of your heads were adorned with headbands and each of your purses had sword keychains on them.

Day 3

“I love you.” You felt Wanda stiffen beside you. Her soft, sharp intake of breath was drowned out by the movie you were watching.

“I-I love you, too.” That was enough for you. Even if it was only play pretend.

Day 4

“Detka, what are you looking for?”

“My fuzzy slippers, Wanda. I swear I put those over there at the shoe rack.” You were still crouched down, peeking under the couch.

“The ones with the bunny ears?” Her voice is laced with confusion.

“Yes, they’re the ones.”

"You asked me to throw them away the other day, detka. It was so worn out that it had a tear. "

“Oh. I must have forgotten.” You chuckle nervously, but it made Wanda worried. You seem to forget a lot these few days.

“Is everything okay?” She must have missed something. Before the split happened, fights between you had increasingly happened when you forgot a lot of things you were supposed to do. Wanda had enough of your excuses as it happened regularly, so inevitably, you broke up.

“Of course, everything is fine.”

Day 5

Everything was not fine.

One of the reasons she justified breaking up with you is that you lie so easily to her.

Years of marriage gave her the ability to see right through them. But still, you insist on your lies, even if they are very blatant.

“We should go and see a doctor. There’s something wrong— “

“Is it two teaspoons of cornstarch—or baking soda? Which is it? What’s the difference?” You try to evade her.

“Are you listening to me?” She is trying to keep her voice from rising, but you are making it difficult for her. You brought to her attention the reasons why it was difficult to continue loving and living with you.

She grasped your shoulders, forcing you to look at her, and all you could do was look at her pleadingly.

“Two days, Wanda. I promise I won’t be your problem anymore.” She wants to protest. You always do this. Pushing her away until she’s on the edge.

You closed the distance between you to distract her from thinking too much. This is supposed to be play pretend, you remind her wordlessly.

“Okay.”

Day 6

“I want that red panda plushie. Reminds me of you.” You sneakily reach for her fries and she lets you. Amusement is clear in her eyes looking at you.

“Why? Because of my hair?”

“... Yeah. And also for the fact that you get startled like them.” You raised your hands upwards, teasing your wife.

“Hey! I do not look like that.”

“You do!” The banter between you flows easily, momentarily forgetting what tomorrow was.

It has been the best days of your life. Even if it was only play pretend.

Day 7

But for Wanda, it was hellish. She’s supposed to move on, but how can she when you make it impossible not to love you? Honestly, she never stopped loving you, even when you made it difficult for her.

She’s waiting for you to tell her to stop all of this pretending and be real for good. She’s waiting for you to let her in once again. She’s waiting for you to stop pushing her away. She’s waiting for you to fight for both of you this time. Stop telling lies and begin again.

She tears one last orgasm from you before collapsing on top of you. She couldn’t stop the tears flowing out, wailing at the idea of losing you once this day ends.

“I don’t want us to end…”

Divorce was never her idea. It was yours.

“I’m sorry.”

Your throat is scratchy as you cried with her.

“You’re cruel.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t have to pretend, you know. I have always loved you. I think—no, I know I’ll never stop loving you at all. I don’t want to let you go.”

“...You have to. Eventually.” She angrily pries herself off from you.

“Why? Why won’t you just tell me what’s happening?” Even when she’s crying, she still looks breathtaking.

You gently took her hand and kissed it softly.

“I’m sorry.” That was all you could say, and the more you said it, the angrier she became.

She wants to run away from this feeling. She wants to run away from you. But at the same time, she doesn’t want to.

“I love you, Wanda.” It hurts when you say that because she knows it’ll be the last time she’s going to hear it from you. But instead of saying it back, she pours everything she feels into the last kiss that both of you are going to share.

She blindly reached for you, and when her hands met an empty side, she sat up quickly and panic settled in. You’re gone.

The papers were finalized, and a lone single note sat on top of them.

‘Free yourself from me.’

~~//~~

12 years later…

“Mom! Tommy called me doofus!”

“I didn’t mean it!” Hurried footsteps can be heard as the twins start chasing each other.

“Boys! No running or you’ll hurt yourself.” Wanda gently reprimands. Two small bodies collided each side of her body as she settled down the cookie batter on the counter.

“Sorry, mom. Are you done? Can I eat it?” Tommy, the ever energetic child slyly asks.

“I have to bake it first, honey. You’ll get sick if you eat those raw.”

“Can we help, mom?” Billy cutely asks beside, which her brother excitedly follows up.

“Pretty please?” She kisses the top of their head, giving in at their pleas.

“Okay, but first you gotta wash those tiny hands.”

“They’re not tiny, mom!” She just ruffles their hair before ushering them to wash their hands.

After some time of giggles and quite a mess, they finished making the cookies and now just have to wait for them to be done.

Wanda is in the middle of cleaning up when the doorbell rings. She orders the twins to clean themselves first before coming to get the door.

“Hi! How can I help you?” A teenage girl greets her at the door.

“Hello! I’m America Chavez, I was wondering if there is a Wanda Maximoff here? I think I have something that belongs to her.” The girl, America, is carrying a large box that is strangely familiar to her.

“That’s me. Uhm, would you like to come in first?”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose. I just came by here to drop these off. We found these in the attic of the house we bought, well, from you. I’m sorry but I have to go, moms and I were going to the arcade.” She thanked the Chavez girl before taking the box from her and bidding her goodbye.

Once she has settled in, she softly gasps as she opens it and is met with tapes and letters. It’s yours. The letters were all addressed to her, but it was never sent. The dust indicates that these must have been forgotten. Why hadn’t she noticed these before?

She chuckles bitterly as she remembers that even when you left her all these years ago, you still managed to hide things from her. She's curious to see what those tapes and letters have in store for her, but she decided against it. It can wait. But for now, she has to manage the twins that collectively decide to call her name.

When the twins retired for the night, she tucked them in before getting the box and a bottle of wine before settling herself down in the living room. Something tells her that she’s in for a long night.

‘Hi! I’m Y/n Maximoff-L/n, I’m 25 years old and I’m the luckiest gal in the universe. Wanna know why? Because I’m married to the most amazing and kindest soul to ever exist in this realm. Can you believe it? She put a ring on me! Wanda Maximoff-L/n… God, I will never get tired of hearing that name…”

Every tape, it’s the same introduction. Each was a summary of their lives together. The first time they met, the first date, the first night as wives, the first time they fought, the first time they broke up, the first night without each other, until the very last night of them together. And it always ends with the same reminder aimed at yourself, to always remember her, your wife.

As she looked through the envelopes, the dates were always the same. Her birthday. Starting from the first year you were together, until it dated 60 years later.

She can't stop the sob from escaping her as her heart begins to tighten. The letters were gifts from you when you’re no longer around to give them. When you no longer remember everything.

‘... I never really truly deserve my wife, you know? God, if she finds out, she’ll drop everything just to be there for me. I don’t want that. I-I don’t want her to give up her dreams just to take care of someone like me. Someone who will likely forget her as time goes by. It hurts when I can’t remember myself, but imagine how much more it will hurt if she’s always there to witness her partner not remember her. I, she deserves someone who will always remember to love her, capable of taking care of her. Someone that does not have this kind of sickness. Someone that is not me.

This will be the last you’re gonna hurt her, Y/n. It hurts to let go but you’ll forget about it eventually. Don’t be selfish and give her the chance to live the life she deserves to have. This will be the last time you’ll have to remember everything. It’s time for you to let go.’

She’s angry. She’s hurt. You should’ve told her. You shouldn’t have let go. You shouldn’t have given up for the both of you.

She hates it when you make decisions for the two of you. What about her? But most importantly, she hates it when you are right.

She hates that she still loves you after all these years.

She hates that she couldn’t forget about you but you can.

And lastly, she hates it when she can’t let go of you for the last time.

Part 2

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raewritesf1 · 5 months

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3.2k gax, unedited like very very unedited, sports romance, lots of basketball

They were in the parking lot outside the north gym; streams of people dressed head to toe in red and back walking around them to enter the gym for the game.

It felt like the whole school was packing into the gymnasium, which would make sense since this was the National Championship. George’s grip on the steering wheel tightening, familiar nerves creeping back in.

“What if-.”

“Oh dear lord.” Lando groaned, slumping deeper into his seat. He ran an exasperated hand through his hair, shooting an annoyed look back at Alex. “Mate, please make him stop, my ear can’t take it anymore.”

Alex leaned forward from the back seat, sending a conserved, but tired look his way. “Georgie you’ve got to stop overthinking this.” Alex said, “It’s just a basketball game. It’s really not all that big a deal.”

George frowned, cause that wasn’t exactly true. It was the last game of the National Championship and was all that anyone in school had been talking about for the last like month. This game would win the school the championship, their first in years and with arguably the best team they’d had in years. It was extremely important both to the actual basketball team, but also to the students, the teachers, the regular citizens. It was extremely important to a lot of people.

And It was extremely important to Max.

Max. The schools star player. The one who’d led the team to their first national run in years. The youngest player to ever make varsity and the youngest player to win Regionals; who could be the youngest player to win National with a win tonight A young star that was already being sought after by professional teams. Only a college sophomore and already being touted as a future World Champion by various professional NBA players. Max. George’s adoring boyfriend.

It’s not like the rest of the school wasn’t aware of George and Max’s relationship. They’d managed to keep it quiet for the last couple of months until earlier this week when Max had decided to blow that up and expose their relationship in the most explicit of manner.

Max had spent the entirety of this week essentially staking a claim on George. Pressing a kiss to his lip any chance he got, walking George to every one of his classes with a hand very purposely wrapped around his waist, dragging George along to lunch with the rest of the basketball team without a single care for the team endless amount of teasing. In all honesty nothing about showing up to Max’s final game of the season wearing his letterman would be anymore embarrassing than yesterday where’s he’d spent an entire two long lecture perched in Max’s lap.

Lando grabbed his shoulder, snapping him out of his thought, and forcing George to face him. “Mate, you’ve literally come to every other games. This jacket doesn’t change a single thing. If anything not showing up is so much worse.”

Alex reached out, placing a reassuring hand on George’s arm. “He really wants you there.” He added, “You don’t want to miss his most important game do you, Georgie?”

George frowned, they were right, of course they were right. While Max had assured him that he understood if George didn’t come to the game, and that he didn’t want George to feel like he had to come, it was very obvious that he wanted him there. Not just as Danny’s or Charles’s friend, or as Lando’s reluctant second, but as his boyfriend.

“Okay, let’s go.” George relented, unbuckling his seatbelt and hurrying out of the car before he can start rethinking this .

“Fucking finally,” Lando groaned, quickly climbing out of the car and dragging him and Alex to the gym door. “Christ, we need to hurry before literally all of the seats are taken up.”

Despite Lando’s grumbling It doesn’t take long to get into the gym despite the ridiculously long line wrapping around the building. It doesn’t take anytime at all actually cause Pierre spot them almost immediately and call them over; Explaining to them that the player get free tickets for friends and family, and Max and Danny had some set aside for them, as he lead them into the gym where the players are finishing their warm ups as the seats quickly fill.

“There you guys are.” A familiar voice called. Charles jogged over, Danny not far behind him, both still dressed head to toe in their pregame kits.

“What took you guys so long?” Danny asked. “We’ve been looking around everywhere for you. Almost thought you were going to miss the game.”

“George needed to have like three mental breakdowns before we finally got him out of the house.” Lando joked, not that it was that far from the truth. It had taken a while for George to finally put on the letterman jacket, which, now that he was thinking about it, was so ridiculous given the fact that Max had him wearing the jacket around all day. “then he had to have two more on the ride here, despite the fact that he was driving, and another one out in the parking lot.”

“Aww are you nervous for your boyfriend.” Danny teased, reached

“Thank god you came, mate, I don’t think we would have been able to get Max to focus on the game if you didn’t.” Charles scoffed, shaking his head at just the thought of it.

“I mean, it could have worked out. It might have made him upset enough that he’d be motivated a drop a 60 point game.”

“George?” Another familiar voice called, dragging his attention past Charles and Danny. Max was standing behind them, staring at him in a mix of surprise and what George could only describe unabashed adoration.

“Hey.” He said, smiling softly. He can’t tell if the rest of the group shuffled away from them or not, he doesn’t see anything past Max.

Max moved closer, reaching out towards him. “You came.” Max whispered, voice soft with an almost vulnerability.

“You asked.” He replied, accepting Max hand and letting him pull him closer.

And that brings a smile to Max’s face that has a swarm of butterflies exploding in his stomach. George can’t remember why he ever thought something that could make Max smile like that would ever be a bad idea.

“You’re amazing.” Max smiled, running a thumb over his embroidered first name on the front of the lettermen, right over George’s heart. “I forget how much I really enjoy you in a letterman. He muttered, leaning in to press a kiss to George’s lips.

“Mhh,” George hummed, leaning back, just out of reach of Max. “Are you just saying that because it has your name and number plastered on the back?”

“Maybe.” Max hummed, using the front of the letterman to pull him closer, and leaning in to try and kiss him again.

“You think they’re aware that we’re still here?” Danny asked, interrupted them.

“I don’t think they’re aware that anyone else even exists.” Pierre adds.

“Are you serious! I’ve had to spend the entire week listening to his unending rambling about their relationship being public, and coming here as Max’s boyfriend just for him to start publicly snogging him the second they see each other.” Lando huffed, throwing his hands up exasperated.

“I’m just happy I no longer have to be a third wheel by myself.” Alex laughed. “I’m no longer alone! Now other people are being subjected to these two.”

George rolled his eyes while Max just flipped them off.

Before either of them could respond there was a voice cutting through the gymnasium. “Boys stop fraternizing with your friend and her over here games starting.” Horner called, shooting an annoyed look their way.

“Yes coach.” All three replied, Danny pulling an exaggerated frowny face before jogging off with Charles.

“Good luck.” George said, pressing a chaste kiss to Max lips before rushing off with the rest to take his seat.

—

The game was a tense one. It was almost impossible for George not to get sucked into the atmosphere. Any of the usual laughing and joking around that the team was known for was no where to seen this game. It was nothing but serious faces. Even Danny who was notorious for his rather goofy on court attitude was full focus on the game.

The Bulls started off with an early lead. Max, unsurprisingly, was on fire from the first shot, completely rising his defenders before banking in back to back three’s with ease to start the game. Danny and Charles were a bit slower to start giving the opposing Ravens an early 8 point lead at the end of the first.

Thankfully, both got going in the beginning of the second with the Bulls highly praised core three coming to life. The team going on an rather insane 38 point run to take the lead by five off the back of: a Max equalizing layup, Charles absolutely dropping his defender before hitting a three to take the lead, and a Max steal followed by a full court pass up to Danny ended with a 360 dunk to put them up 5.

The only moment of silliness came with 6 second left before halftime where Danny, with the clock quickly running down, looked right at George, blew him a kiss, and put up a long range step back three from half court that he completely missed.

It a small instance of relaxation from everyone going into the break; a break that was anything but relaxing.

“Girl, have you seen how thick his thighs are? He wouldn’t have to ask me twice to sit in his lap. I would literally ride him for free.”

George pressed a finger to the side of his head, trying to gently massage the quickly forming headache from the last 10 minutes of listening to some girl talk about all the way she’d like to fuck his boyfriend.

George wasn’t normally a jealous person - bullshit - but this was definitely getting to him.

“Trust me we know.” One of her friends answered, the tone of her voice making it extremely clear this was far from the first time they’d talked about this.

“Oh my god and Max’s arms!” The girl barreled on, without a care, it seemed, on who heard her. “His hands are actually the best necklace I’ve ever seen. We have the same geo class, and they are actually the only thing I can focus on. The definition of choke me daddy.”

“Ally!”

Lando shot him an amused look, one hand covering the bottom of his face in a terrible attempt to hide his smile.

Alex was a bit better about it, teeth digging in his bottom lip as he desperately tried to bite back a smile.

Apparently the last week of explicit pda hadn’t been enough for some people to realize that the star player was very much taken, not was the giant “Verstappen” written on the back of the letterman jacket George was still wearing.

“What,” the girl-Ally-asked, “it’s true. I mean look at him and tell me you think he has a big-“

“D’ya mind?” He finally snapped, turning in his chair to glare at the girl. “Some of us came here to watch a basketball game not listen to your fantasies about a taken man.”

The blond looked back at him completely caught off guard. She opened her mouth the speak, but he’d already turned back without giving her a chance to reply.

“He doesn’t even have a girlfriend.” She grumbled behind him, thought slightly quieter than before. “I’ve checked.”

‘Not well enough.’ George thought. Thankfully, he was spared from having to listen to her any longer with the start of the third.

The third quartet was the most tense by far while they started off well, even managing to extend the lead for bit, the second the starters were benched the Ravens came back going on a twelves and two run in the end to go up by one going into the fourth quarter.

The fourth quarter really just became the Max show. Despite the opponents attempt to keep the ball out of his hand he’s still absolutely everywhere. Even when he’s not scoring himself he’s always doing something; passing, defending, rebounding, taking advantage of the focus on him to let his teammates shine.

But even with Max essentially putting the team on his back the quarter is still closer than anyone would like. No one gets a lead larger than 5; almost every shot is met with a response with neither team really gaining any momentum.

By the end of the quarter the score is 107-109, they were down by two with 7 second left on the board, more than enough time to make one last play. Home side had the ball and Charles was making the inbound. Pierre explained to him, though

Charles takes a second, eyes scanning the court before passing the ball out to Danny on the far left, who immediately sends it out to Max in the middle. Max gets the ball with ease but there’s two defends on him already, having anticipated and set up for this exact play.

It was an easy set up to predict. Max tonight, like always, had been by far the best player on the court. It wasn’t like the other were slacking by any means, if anything Danny and Charles had been playing the some of their best basketball, but Max was just on another level. He was basically unstoppable, having already dropped a 30 point double-double. He’d also been the one to sink the game winning three in game three.

“He has to put it up.” Pierre breathed from beside him. And he was right. Any move Max made to get past his defenders was immediately shut down, the two opponents not covering off every single way past him. He couldn’t push into the paint for a game equaling layup and the time was quickly ticking away.

Danny appeared beside him setting a screen that Max immediately took advantage of, quickly darting past his teammate, completely rinsing both of his defenders and tossing up a desperate Hail Mary without even breaking his stride which sent him nearly tumbling Into the opposing teams bench.

The board flashed red, the ball still arcing in the air. He’d gotten it off in time but it had to go in or they lost.

The whole stadium was silent, every single person watching the ball with bated breathed.

The ball hit the rim, slightly bouncing up before slowly rolling in. The numbers on the main board flashed.

110-109

The stadium erupted.

The bench beside them emptied in an instant, everyone running onto the court to celebrate with the rest of their team. Alex grabbed his hand, jumping up and down and George realized he was screaming too.

He looked back towards the court, eyes desperately searching for Max, though he realized that he was probably being drowned in a sea of teammate after hitting that insane game winning shot. But instead he found him on court, ducking past teammates and coaches and rushing his way.

“You won!” George yelled, when Max got close enough, though with the noise of the stadium he doubt Max heard him. “You won, you just fucking won n-“

Max cut him off, easily scooping George up in his still sweaty arms, capturing his lip in a searing kiss.

George gasped into the kiss, legs instinctively wrapping around Max’s waist, his fingers threading through blonde sweat slicked hair. Red and silver streamer are falling all around them, and the crowd has erupted in noise again, with wolf whistles and jeer surrounding them. George gets the strong feeling that their image might have taken over the screen of the Jumbotron. Max’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip and suddenly he can’t find the energy to care.

“Wow, they’re just really going at it.” Danny’s voice is, of course, the one that breaks through their moment. “ Also I didn’t know we had a kiss cam here. Really goes to show how many people at this school has a voyeurism kink, aye?

“Mate, you are the one standing right next to them just staring.” Charles points out, and the moment is really truly ruined.

George pulled back letting his head drop to Max’s shoulder much to the Dutchman’s annoyance. He lightly tapped Max’s arm, a silent indication to put him down.

“I’m going to fucking murder them.” Max muttered, not even trying to keep his voice down, as he gently sets George down.

“You can’t murder people who just helped you win March fucking Madness!” Danny exclaims taking the opportunity to latch onto Max himself, violently shaking him in lieu of the celebrations they haven’t gotten to have.

And despite Max’s previous annoyance, there’s already a smile forming on his lips at Danny’s excitement.

“Max, Mate, you just became the youngest person to win National since fucking Seb, one celebrate.”

“Come pop a fucking bottle already! George won’t mind.” Danny said, sending George a pleading look. “You don’t mind Georgie? Max can come out and play right? I promise we’ll have him back tomorrow in one piece, mostly.”

George shook his head, giggling. “Go have fun with your teammates so they can leave me alone.”

“You sure?” Max asked, though George could see the barely contained excitement shinning in his eyes.

“Why are you acting like I said you couldn’t go out? You came to me. Go have fun, we’ll meet you guys at the bar in a bit.” He said, gesturing back to where he assumed Lando, Alex and Pierre’s were still standing.

“Fuck, I love you so much, princess.” Max grinned, tugging him closer, taking the chance to place one more kiss on George’s lip before allowing himself to be dragged off to the team celebrations by Danny and Charles.

“I-what?” George mumbled, eyes wide, completely caught off guard. Max form was already retreating, dragged off Into a sea of black and red uniforms.

“Boy you are really running poor Ally’s day.” Lando’s says, dragging out of his thoughts before they could start spiraling.

“She looks traumatized.” Pierre adds, joining them.

“Huh? Ally? Who?”

Alex gestured behind him.

George looked towards where’s Alex was gesturing, the blonde girl from halftime, the one who’d been talking about Max earlier was staring at him. A mix of shock and embarrassment painting her face.

“Oh.” George replied, mind still reeling from the fact that his boyfriend just said the L-word for the first time.

#gax #george/max #just had to make this its own separate post #raewrites

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