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maxhelders‌:

she is mischief and light in his bed, tanned legs wrapping like a vice around his waist. his shirt comes off swiftly, pants even swifter and she giggles forcing them over again with max on his back. tension tightens for a few moments as she bites down onto her lip slowly undoing the hooks of her bra. “i thought you would be a talker,” a glint sparks in her eye, “but i like strong and silent max too.” her hips grind down letting him feel the dampness there. their noses press together exchanging breaths and she smiles. “max-a-million, has anyone ever told you you’re a beautiful boy?”

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maxhelders‌:

max falls with vivi into the bed, his lips still chasing hers. he’s smiling, he’s laughing along with her, he feels relieved. he feels at peace. they’ll have to deal with the consequences later. right now, all of max wants all of vivi. and with one hand on her waist and the other still resting on her cheek, he goes for it again. he’s going slowly, his teeth softly pulling on her bottom lip. there’s a deep longing inside him to finally know how vivi’s skin feels against his fingertips, to discover the taste of her lips. and now that it’s finally happening, he’s not about to rush it. after all, they’ve got all the time in the world.

his kiss is rougher than she expected. max has always been soft to the touch in every sense of the word. she nips beyond his mouth towards junction of his neck. it’s clear she’s easy to rile up as soft petered moans rumble through her. a sense of desperation courses through her and she shirks her clothing with practiced efficiency. she is a vision in lace and freckles kneeling over him. “you have no idea,” she pants in labored breaths, “how long i’ve wanted this.” she wants to be pliable beneath him or any way he’ll have her.

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killianthibault‌:

Maybe he was a bit too strung out and maybe that’s why he couldn’t quite get the key into the front door of the building and maybe, just maybe, he was the absolute worst at remembering numbers (what kind of trait is that for a rentboy anyways?) but the reason as to why wasn’t really important as the fact that he was locked out from his apartment building well past midnight. Groaning, killian leaned his forehead against the door for a moment, letting his eyes close for a moment. “Neighbor!” he said as he swept around upon hearing footsteps approaching. “Could you like, ‘elp me out?” He then asked with his french accent shining through due to how high he was.

vivi turned her head owlishly, she’d had crazy fans at her door before but this was new for her especially since the only people who knew she was living in holloway were her neighbors. she scrunched her eyebrows together surveying the person laid before her. “if you mean in the biblical sense then you’ll at least need to buy me a drink before i do.” she laughed rolling on the balls of her feet. “what do you need help with?”

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fcrvcnts‌:

there was no denying that her statement was true and maybe if he wasn’t content with the life he’d chosen for himself her comment could have stung. but if there was one thing luciano was, it was proud of what vivi had achieved. he’d never allow such a thing as money or success to get in-between them. “which is exactly why you should be paying me or at least providing me with food to cook with. i am just a poor cook attempting to make a life in new york after all.” he made it sound like he was a diner cook and not a junior sous-chef at one of the up and coming restaurants in new york. catching the wet rag reactively, he raised a brow as the hand that held the rag was gestured towards her, a vague threat of it being returned just as quickly. “no one needs the canegallo’s in the same room at once.” 

home; the word was somewhat abstract to vivi now. she’d spent so many years bouncing around countries that she could never pinpoint what home felt like. but watching luciano in his element moving about the kitchen with practiced grace certainly came close to it. she chuckled to herself. “do you remember when i was sixteen and i came home past curfew with a hickey,” she grinned into her hands, “and papà was so mad that he accidentally tossed his phone into the sink and i didn’t even get in trouble because we spent so long laughing?”

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fcrvcnts‌:

“coming from the drama queen.” he quipped, a brow raising in her direction before a silence fell over him. the brow never once falling as she rattled on. she definitley aided in making his retort ring even more true. it wasn’t long however before a smile was tugging across his lips once more, “stuck with charming elder brother i could have believed you but loving, doting sister? turned up the notch a little too hard there.” stepping back from the counter he pointed a finger towards her, “i should start charging you for my services soon.”

“greedy.” she said sticking her tongue out. “whatever. i could buy your whole life right now.” vivi’s success was no secret among their family but her statement was untrue. in his own right luciano had earned his life, she was proud of him, though she’d never tell him out loud. “don’t you need celebrity endorsement anyways? you, me, mamma, and papà; it’ll be like a little reunion.” she tossed a wet rag at him from the sink eyes shining with childish glee.

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maxhelders‌:

max feels his heart beating faster and faster with every single one of vivi’s movements. there’s a part of him that just wants to go ahead and taste her lips, he’s craving for it. the tiny tiny part of him that tells him not to seems to be losing power. the only thing he’s sure of now is that he is willing to take the risk. the decision is made when her lips touch the corner of his mouth. “now,” he whispers against vivi’s lips, determined. resting his hand softly on her cheek, he’s holding her in place before finally closing the space between them. 

kissing max is frighteningly natural. his jaw feels organic under her fingertips, as if he had come from the curves of her palm. she can feel the press of his nose into her cheek and the roll of his hand against her waist. for a second the world seems to be just maxmaxmax. she laughs mirthfully and tumbles downwards into the bed pulling him with her. under her touch he is an ease, a lightness that cascades into the furthest reaches of his bedroom. 

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forwantofwhit‌:

The day hadn’t started well. This was typical. Reid had slept through two hours worth of alarms, and now was cripplingly late for a gig. He stumbled into the hall, guitar case slung over his shoulder, and as he searched for his keys, lost his only pick to the hallway carpet. Swearing under his breath, he scanned the ground for it with the flashlight on his phone. As someone appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, he startled. “What? Oh yeah, all the time. I live to inconvenience other people, sorry, can’t change my nature. But while I got you here, do you, uh, see a guitar pick somewhere on the ground? Little black plastic triangle?”

Nara stiffened, watching the man before her with careful consideration. Something had always irked her about happy-go-lucky guys. Nobody in the world could be that carefree, everyone was hiding something and everyone had a motive. If she’d learned anything in law school it was that the only thing people liked to do more often than lie to others was lie to themselves. “If you’re sorry to inconvenience me then why are you asking? Just don’t ask me and then you will not inconvenience me and therefore you have no need to be sorry.” 

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cflcve‌:

quiet, but love still hears her but it’s better to pretend not to, especially when they are both hangover from yesterday’s shenanigans. “just like your soul?” chuckling at her below mediocre ‘joke’, she turns the kettle on, tapping fingers on the cold marble. “did we have fun? i don’t remember .. like, anything.”

there’s something tense in the air that neither one of them addresses. it walks the line between friendly ribbing and underhanded dealings. vivi groans, she’s too hungover to think about anything. “i assume so. i just remember they kept buying us drinks and i think there was tequila involved.” 

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maxhelders‌:

the mood changes so quickly, it almost gives him whiplash. max immediately misses her back in her arms as soon as she’s moving away. now he’s observing her closely, wide eyed. there’s an urge in him to pull her back into him, to bring their lips together. “then you can be whatever the fuck you’d like,” he whispers, sitting up and bringing one of his hands to push a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

she’s always been good at this, the push and pull, the game, she thinks bitterly. it’s a virtue of charisma to win her way in anything she desires. she leans into him teetering unsteadily on top of the bed. “can you trust me?” her head tilts in a way a trained eye can tell is predatory and she smiles placing a hand over his eyes. “say when.” she presses a feather-light kiss to his ear moving to his cheek, his jaw, and the corner of his mouth. 

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fcrvcnts‌:

“ ah. ” the warning tsked only seconds after the utensil was dipped once more into the sauce, a hand coming up to wave away any further attempts at taking another dip. though the slight annoyance that caused his features was wiped clean the moment she spoke, “you don’t have to explain that to me. i’ve had a person try to convince me a hot dog from a box on the street was edible.” he was never going to admit he didn’t exactly hate it. flicking the stove off and slipping on a lid upon the open pot, his weight shifted as attention turned to her completely. “not that i dislike having you here, but did you come to simply to swipe some food from me, or are you just missing me?”

“such a drama queen.” she said waving her hand dismissively. “honestly, what kind of world do we live in that a loving, doting sister cannot simply visit her charming elder brother without some sort of inquiry as to her intentions.” she ceased finally with a surreptitious breath. “but i definitely just came for the food. you can only eat from craft service so long before you start having nightmares about trail mix and black licorice.”

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fcrvcnts‌:

with an earbud hung from one ear as fingers flicked through letters she’d pulled from the mailbox a few moments ago, she really was in a little world of her own, it wasn’t hardly surprising that she didn’t notice the figure hovering until words snapped her to attention. letters were pressed to her chest as her free fingers tugged out the single earbud as she twisted instantly around, eyes snapping to focus upon the female. a sheepish smile spreading across her lips as a nervous laugh bubbled up, “ jesus, you scared me! —— sorry, sorry, i was—in a world of my own. which does tend to happen quite a bit, the blocking pathways though? no. not usually.” 

it was a bit hard to be mad at a face that sweet but if anyone could accomplish nara certainly had her foot in the door. she’s seen the girl often enough to know her name is jess, know she laughs musically, and know she reminds nara far too much of a studio ghibli character to be a real person. nara cleared her throat roughly and stepped back. “right.” she said going stone-faced, “just don’t let it keep happening. that’s dangerous....”

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maxhelders‌:

max purses his lips together and shakes his head. they were star crossed lovers indeed. max knows if it wasn’t for vivi’s older brother and max’s best friend being the same person, he would have made his move ages ago. “but yours is not just any heart,” he mutters, wrapping his arm around vivi’s shoulders. “i wouldn’t dare breaking it. au contraire, i’d treat is as something precious, delicate, almost holy.”

the shift is almost too subtle to notice. it runs in the fluttering of her eyes and the sinew of her posture. vivi frowns, clearly disapproving of the term. she pushes back from max landing back on her haunches and she’s no longer a girl, but something feral and untamed. her teeth bite down into her lip as she considers what to say, what path to take. “what if i don’t want to be delicate?”

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elijacksonx‌:

Raising an unimpressed brow at his neighbor when she rather harshly pointed out that he was blocking her path, Eli crossed his arms in front of his chest and merely kept standing where he was - he would’ve moved and apologized had she been friendlier but he wasn’t having it - not when he’d barely slept and was already pretty much out of the door again. “Wow, are you always this friendly around people you never even said hello to before?” He asked, his tone sarcastic because after all he had better things to do than block people’s ways on purpose. He hadn’t lived in the complex for long but he was sure he’d seen her around.

she tilted her chin up jaw clenched in burgeoning anger. i hate tall people, nara thought petulantly. she’d moved to holloway because it was cheap as dirt and it seemed to be relatively calm. but nowadays she felt like she was living inside a reality tv show. “yes,” she deadpanned, “i am always this friendly.” her visage was steely and unreadable. she was the perfect picture of millennial apathy if there ever had been one. “especially to those who loiter in hallways like sharks who have to keep moving so they don’t die.”

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scnflwers‌:

charlotte isn’t necessary doing it on purpose, but she was looking for an excuse to start a conversation with her exquisite neighbor and perhaps that was the best way her unbalanced mind found. she lets out a delighted sigh when the other’s voice fills the hallway, a triumphant smile filling her features as turns in to face nara. “ i am sorry, i was just distracted. ” hopefully charlie would manage to convince the other, she wasn’t exactly known for being a great liar. “ do you always talk like that to people? i’m surprised, considering your job and everything. ”

her expression soured, full lips pinching into tight lines of disapproval. she rolled on the balls of her feet hoping to expel the nervousness from her bones. her job, she’d been fire for about two months now. “it’s not any of your business.” she said curtly. “don’t inquire into my life for propriety’s sake, it’s annoying. i’m sure you want to know even less about me than i do you.”

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maxhelders‌:

max has actual heart eyes looking at vivi, accompanied by a big easy smile. “oh, really?” he asks, rising his eyebrows. “the movie star and the rockstar, we’d make quite the tragic power couple, don’t you think?” max lets out a laugh and pulls vivi closer so she can rest her head against his chest. “we’d make some good headlines, i’m sure of it. i just don’t want your fans to hate me for breaking your heart.”

“it doesn’t matter,” she said resting her chin on his chest. she and max had always toed the line between friends and lovers, soft touches and flirtation at parties that was just enough to keep the tabloids interested. but this, she thought, this was love given freely. max was love. “it’s a tragic romance. sfortunati amanti. besides, you’ve broken so many hearts already. what’s one more?”

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stcrlingdavis‌:

Sterling took a deep breath, a little shocked by her question. He had never really stopped to think about whether anyone was a good or bad person per-say. People were just people, and often all very complicated. “I think you’re just like most people. You have good and bad moments. Life is messy and complicated and so is everyone I’ve ever met.” His tone was soft and comforting, “Don’t dwell on something like that. I mean if you’ve hurt people make amends and try and care about others, but also what people think of you is a waste of time to think about.” He gave her a soft smile. “I like you how you are if that’s of any worth.”

she sat up against the headboard. her dark freckle-specked skin was like the red hot core of the sun burning into the quiet of the night. a breath cleaved from her lungs fighting to expand into her chest. “it’s easy for you,” she said. she carded through sterling’s dark hair keeping careful watch of his expression. “you have a big enough heart for the entire world. sometimes i feel like i’m just a little girl.”