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shesarainbow · 1 year

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Max Cady x Reader | Murder in the name of a loving God

Part I | Part II

TW: abusive relationship, emotional abuse, gaslighting, twisted religious beliefs, horror, violence, death. (you have no idea how difficult and disturbing it was to write this 😢)

The weather is gloomy, and rain clouds are getting ready to pour forth rain.

You turn on the radio as you watch the fields pass by. There are some disquieting cross-shaped placards planted amid the wildflowers, hand-painted, on which they read some phrases, most of them are questions about eternal life and soul redemption. You raise an eyebrow and turn to Max.

“Where are we going?”

Max initially ignores you, turns off the radio, then finally answers your question. “You’ll see.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. You start feeling anxious.

“Max, please, tell me where you’re taking me…”

“Home.”

“Home?” you repeat, puzzled. You know he’s not taking you home, or at least not what you consider your home.

“Max, everything’s alright?” you keep asking as he remains silent and stares at the road. You can tell he’s upset. You sigh deeply. You’re about to burst into tears.

“Max, please… I beg you, answer me!” you want to take his hand, but you’re afraid he might lose his temper and do something bad. “Did I do something wrong?” you finally ask.

Max abruptly brakes, pulls over to the side of the road, and stares at you through his sunglasses. “You tell me.”

You gasp in shock and quickly lower your gaze. Your mind is racing, but you are unable to recall anything. “I’m sorry…” you apologize, even though you don’t know for what.

He takes off his sunglasses and looks at you, disappointed. “For what? Are you sorry for what?”

“I don’t know, Max.” you admit, ashamed.

“You don’t know… See, that’s the problem. I respect you, but you don’t respect me.”

“No, Max, that’s not true.” your eyes well up with tears, and you gingerly touch his arm, but Max ignores you.

“Then why were you flirting with that guy earlier?”

“What? What guy? I didn’t flirt at all.”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “I saw you—the way you were looking at him.”

“Max, listen to me, I—I only care about you. You know that I need you more than anything. Okay, I’m sorry, if I upset you. Please, forgive me…”

When Max doesn’t reply, you start to worry.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” you yell, exasperated, and try to walk out of the car.

Max glares at you. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks, grabbing your arm.

“I need to pee…”

“Can’t you wait?”

“No, I’ll be right back…”

He lets you go, and you walk across the field, hiding behind a large bush. You look around and spot some trees and a barn in the distance. You look back, then start rushing to the barn.

Max is patiently waiting for you. “Come on, darlin’. It’s getting late.” No reply. “Look, I’m sorry… Darlin’?” he raises an eyebrow and begins to get suspicious. “Darlin’?” he gets out of the car, grabs the handcuffs from beneath his seat, and walks around the bush and freezes. You’re not there. He looks around and spots you as you enter the barn. “You little bitch…”

The barn looks abandoned. You go inside and look around for a place to hide. You spot some large wooden boxes and hide behind them, crawling on the ground. Your breath is heavy, and your heart starts pounding.

Suddenly you hear footsteps and cover your mouth to avoid whimpering. Your eyes well up with tears again, then you hear his voice and stop breathing.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” singsongs Max, walking slowly. “Daddy knows you’re here. It’s alright, honey. I’m not angry at you, why should I? I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

You know he’s lying. His mellifluous voice sends shivers all over your body. Footsteps get closer and closer, and your heartbeat gets faster.

“Darlin’? I’m sorry for earlier. It’s not your fault, I swear. C’mon, come to Daddy!”

You’re about to believe his words and come out in order to bury your face in his chest, longing for his touch, his arms wrapping around you in a protective hug. You need him to make you feel safe and accepted again. You resist yourself, even if it’s very hard. You just want this to end.

“I was tellin’ ya’ the truth before. I am taking you home. You ain’t happy, sweetheart?” he keeps talking as he comes closer. “Do you wanna play hide and seek, huh? My lil’ girl wanna play and Daddy’s gonna find her…”

You try to remain still and quiet, but you’re so frightened that you start shaking uncontrollably. You look around for another way out, but you are unable to move. You suddenly jolt when you hear Max sigh deeply, right next to you, and immediately you see his shoes. You lower your gaze and try to cover yourself with your arm.

Max is towering over you, just smiling. “There you are, sweetheart.” he says softly as he lightly smoothes your hair. Your heart races, and you tremble, closing your eyes. His fingers stroke your cheek, you keep your eyes closed and stay still.

“Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be a good girl, but please don’t hurt me…” you whimper.

“Poor little thing, you cried… don’t worry, a promise is a promise. Everything’s gonna be okay. Daddy’s here, now. You wanna a hug?”

You find yourself nodding. Max gently holds your arm and helps you up, then he wraps you in his arms. You start sobbing as you feel sorry.

“Ssh, it’s alright. Why did you run away?”

“I was scared, I’m sorry…”

“It’s alright.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No, honey.” he lifts your chin and gives you a lusty kiss. And you let your guard down, calming down. You no longer tremble.

“Max?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I—uhm, I respect you. You’re very important to me and I—well, I did something for you.”

Max looks at you with interest.

You inhale deeply and begin quoting a psalm. “He restores my soul. He leads me—” you close your eyes and try to remember it well. “—he leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.”

Max is so surprised. “Well, well, well… I’m impressed, honey. I think you did your homework. When did you learn that?”

“Last night, while you were asleep.” you smile shyly. You spent the whole night flipping through his Bible and memorizing the psalm over and over. You know he would have appreciated that.

Max nods and smile, satisfied. “What about the other psalms? Do you still remember them?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good girl… I’m so proud of you.”

You blush as he leans in for another kiss. You can't help but smile.

“Well, I think you might be ready. You’re gonna adore your new home.”

“Is it far?”

“No, sweetie—oh, I almost forgot: aren’t you afraid of snakes, are you? Not that it matters that much… ”

“What?” you don’t understand.

“You’ll get used to it.” he shrugs. “Now, shall we go, honey?” he offers you his hand. “It's gettin' late, so...”

You hesitate. You’re confused and don’t know what he’s talking about. Why is he being so evasive about this new home? Where exactly is he taking you? Suddenly you realize everything: all those crosses you’ve seen along the way, his speeches about taking you home, his home or whatever he means by it. And the fear you’ve been feeling, how bad you’ve gotten, how much you want to please him because you need his approval more than anything else. You no longer know if you can really trust him. You only know you have no control over yourself.

“No.” you find in yourself the courage to rebel against him.

“No? Did I hear you right?” he stiffens.

“I—” you hesitate again.

“It’s alright, honey. It’s normal to be afraid, but I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you, y’ know that.”

His gentle tone of voice confuse you.

“No, I said.” you convince yourself that you can stand up to him.

Max simply smiles, then abruptly grabs your arm, pulls you towards him, and puts a hand on your head. “I forgive you, sweetie. Now, just do as Daddy says.” the smile fades from his face. “You don't wanna upset me, do you?”

You suddenly feel anger bursting inside you. You hate him, you hate how he’s looking at you, and how he’s manipulating you.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you bastard!” you yell, wriggling to get free. He holds you tightly and forces you to kiss him, his hand gripping your chin to make you open your mouth. You bite his lips, Max groans, letting you go. “Naughty girl… are you suggesting something? Mmh?” but before he can stop you, you scratch his face with your nails. Max grabs your wrists, you try to wriggle out of his grip, but he keeps you from moving.

“You’re a sick, twisted man! You’re just a piece of shit, Max.”

“You poor thing, did you really think you could hurt me? It’s just a little scratch…” he chuckles as he checks his face. His fingers, covered in blood, stroke your face, leaving traces of blood on your cheek.

“You have no power over me, not anymore.” you yell before spitting in his face. Max is shocked. He loosens his grip, and you take your chance, pushing him aside and backing away. “You don’t own me.” you look around for some kind of weapon to use against him.

“After all this time, this is how you pay me back, huh? I’ve committed myself to you and you treat me like this. Daddy’s disappointed, very disappointed… His little girl is really acting very badly.”

“I'm not your little girl!”

You almost trip on something. Your hand reaches for what appears to be a pitchfork.

A thunderclap suddenly strikes, and Max is taken aback for a moment. A heavy downpour begins. You take your chance, lift the heavy pitchfork, and strike Max on the head. He groans in pain and collapses to the ground, but quickly gets up, panting, and staggers towards you. Blood flows from the deep cut on the left side of his head.

You try to hit him again, but he dodges the blow and grabs the pitchfork from your hands, tossing it away. Then he grabs you by the hair.

“Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet.” he recites by heart.

“Down on your knees! Now, take off your clothes. Hurry up!” he yells.

You refuse, whimpering. “No, please… Max, please…”

He pushes you down, and you eventually fall to your knees. You keep sobbing hopelessly.

“Take off your clothes!”

You try to defend yourself, but Max grabs you and rips your shirt open.

“You’re gonna learn to be an animal, to live like an animal and to die like one!” he yells, threatening you.

You are in shock. You don't want to die.

Max notices the fear in your eyes and grins. “But I was like a gentle lamb led to the slaughter. I had no idea that they were planning to kill me!”

You stare at him wide-eyed, scared.

He looks around and has a sudden twinkle in his eyes, staring at the chain and the gas tank in the barn’s corner. He takes the handcuffs out of his pocket and binds your wrist to a metal ring hammered on the ground.

“Max? Max, please...”

He grabs the tank and begins pouring gasoline around a wooden shaft. Then he grabs the chain and approaches you, smiling.

“You’re gonna burn like the witch you are. The fire will purify your soul from your sins.”

He removes your handcuffs and drags you back by pulling your hair. You whimper in fear, trying to wriggle out of his grip. He throws you to the ground as he puts a foot on your back to stop you from escaping.

“Repent for your sins!” he says as he lights up a cigar.

Max is about to pull you up and handcuff you again when a bolt of lightning strikes the barn’s roof, breaking through it and hitting the chain next to you and Max.

The sudden electric discharge throws you against a pile of straw. Max trips over the chain, absorbing the majority of the discharge. He collapses to the ground, unable to move and screaming in excruciating pain. His cigar lands on the gasoline, which ignites istantly.

You get over the shock and stagger to your feet, staring in horror at Max, who is lying on the ground, unconscious. His clothes are in tatters, and his skin is covered in burns. You’re about to drag him away from the flames, but the fire and the smoke are spreading so quickly that you can’t help but flee this living hell.

You cough and tears stream down your cheeks as you run; you stumble, but you immediately get up and walk out of the barn, where the rain soaks you and washes the blood away. You fall to the ground, exhausted, and cry out all your tears and pain. Gradually the rain stops, and the barn goes up in flames. You pant in short breaths, watching it burning.

Max is still inside. A part of you wanted to save him. After all the bad he did to you.

You get up, still coughing. You're covered in bruises and you stagger a bit.

You suddenly realize you’re free, finally free.

Now you can go home, you think as your eyes well up with tears, tears of joy.

#max cady #max cady x reader #robert de niro #cape fear #robert de niro x reader #max cady imagine #robert de niro imagine #fanfic #de niro #cape fear 1991 #i fucked up i know #i mean max is a psychopath

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serpiic0 · 2 months

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Vincent Hanna x Neil McCauley [Fanfic]

(Please don’t take this seriously 🙏 )

Vincent sat on their motel bed, quietly pondering to himself. Neil laid in bed next to him with the provided blanket up to his v-line. He stared intently at him as the moons slight light dimmed into their room.

“I don’t know if we can keep doin’ this, Neil.” Vincent looked back at him with an uncertain expression.

“What are you talking about, Vincent?”

“I’m talking about us,” He raised his voice a little before quieting down and sighed. Vincent finished climbing onto the bed, silently sat next to Neil. “How are we going to keep doing this and not say anything else?” Vincent would take Neil’s hand and let his thumb slowly caress over it.

Neil could only sigh and look down onto his lap with a small bit of guilt. “You know how difficult things can get.” He’d mumble but loud enough to hear. “I’ve got things to do and so do you.” Neil looked up at Vincent and continued to stare into his eyes.

“I know..” Vincent would look out the windows that were covered by the blinds. “I just want us to establish something, even if it means we have to keep it between us.” He’d look at Neil with a pleading face.

Nobody else had seen that side of Vincent besides Justine before they’d divorce. Neil had no words but his eyes. He’d lay on Vincent’s shoulder before sighing loudly.

“One day.”

#al pacino #robert de niro #heat 1995 #vincent hanna #neil mccauley #satire #not an actual fanfic #im so bored #dont hunt me down

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monkeyfishgirl · 1 year

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And Nothing Where I Now Arrive Is Shining (A Gonchrey Fic)

Sunlight danced across the cobbles of the Piazza del Plebiscito, errant gulls were circling and careening around the pure sky on the lookout, like hawks, for casually dropped crumbs from careless tourists. The gulls had no way of knowing that the two dark haired men who sat at the table of the bustling bistro were not careless tourists: far from it.

The taller of the two, although it was hard to discern which that might have been, both seated as they were, took a long drag on his Prima cigarette. The other man grimaced slightly as took a sip of his espresso - still unfamiliar after all this time. Between them sat an empty plate that had once held the pizza that they shared- prosciutto and rocket- now reduced to a smear of grease on the white porcelain.

From above the gulls could see how the silence cloaked the pair like a weighted blanket. It sat about their shoulders without grounding, without comfort; a heaviness with no reprieve only choking and suppressing. So long had the run from this feeling and yet here they were again - another country, another time, but ever trapped in their shared history. From her position up on high, one intrepid gull swope down to perch on the table next to the two men. The wrought iron legs rattled gently on the cobbles with her weight as she landed, causing the pair to break their wordless reverie as it snapped their joint attention. They both glanced at each other and broke into a nervously relieved snort of laughter.

“Andrey…” the taller man started. He looked sad. His eyes were more liquid brown than his companion’s coffee -and infinitely more familiar to him- and they radiated misery.

“I know. We can’t meet like this again.” muttered the shorter man, his eyes cast away. He spoke with the air of a condemned man counting down the last sweet agonising moments of his life on the gallows before the inevitable drop. The gull on the next table threw her head back as she chewed some discarded food; intrigued.

“You don’t. Dammit, Andrey, you’ve decided so much of this for me, for us. You don’t get to decide when it’s over. Don’t you know who I am? What I’ve done for you? What I do for you?!” Goncharov hissed, his eyes roving about his dining companion, voice tight with emotions that so infrequently broke their way to the surface of the torrent that raged within him. But his outburst was quiet. Even in this he remembered his place, the endless caution that had been droned into him by his father; by the USSR; by society itself. He was shaking lightly from the emotion.

“Go back to Katya. She can love you the way I can’t. The way you deserve.” Andrey still couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t look into those eyes he had loved, that had loved him, that had shown him the deepest and most vulnerable sides of this feared man. Couldn’t look at him and tell him ‘no’.

Goncharov stood up with the violent suddenness of a predator pouncing on its prey; the lightning quick reflex of a decision being made, a course of action irrevocably decided upon. The gull squawked and flapped a table away, but remained; watching skeptically with beady yellow eyes.

“That’s what you want?” he asked. His shoulders were a tense line. He didn’t glance at the other man as he spoke, instead focusing on the empty plate that lay between them, the taste of the sweet, salty happiness of their shared moments and ham turning to greasy ash in his mouth.

“Yes,” Andrey whispered, even as his heart screamed ‘no.’ “It’s the way it has to be. You know that.” He risked a glance up to where the other man seemed to tower over him. The gull who was nosing her way closer to the pair didn’t miss the way the standing man flinched bodily at his friend’s words. He hardened his face into a flinty facade.

“So be it, Andrey Mikhailovich,” he spat, “next time I see you it’ll be at the end of my pistol.” He turned on his heel and stormed away, a raincloud breaking up the glorious Neopolitan sunshine. The other man sat, solitary and stationary as death, his rapidly blinking eyes and deep breaths the only give away that he was alive. Gently, he too stood, throwing a careless bundle of lira on the table before he turned and left. He walked in the opposite direction.

Seeing the table abandoned, the gull took her chance. She flapped her elegant wings to their now empty dining arena, eagerly anticipating the bounty that awaited her. To her disappointment, the plate and cups were empty. The only thing still sitting upon the table was everything that Goncharov had left behind in Andrey’s care: the bleeding, beating remnants of his still beating heart.

#i don't have an ao3 account #and it's like an eight day wait #goncharov #andrey #fanfic #gonchrey #this was MEANT to be fluff #goncharov (1973)#goncharov 1973 #unreality #martin scorcese #robert de niro #al pacino

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lestatanic · 1 year

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can we PLEASE get a tomgreg goncharov (1973) au??? i need fanfics and fanart to quench my succession & goncharov brain worms PLEASEE

#succession hbo #goncharov #goncharov (1973)#martin scorsese #tomgreg #tom wambsgans #cousin greg #greg hirsch #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #tomgreg fanart #matthew macfadyen #nicholas braun #al pacino #robert de niro #katya x sofia #goncharov x andrey

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msfbgraves · 1 year

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Some people think on a different scale than most of us.

Here you have Robert De Niro, spends the first 20 years of his career creepily obsessed with creating his characters. I mean, all in, agonises over their underwear, stalks people going about their day to learn about their job, learns Sicilian, the sax, becomes a professional boxer for three matches and wins two, commissions his character's never seen business cards, becomes a cabbie, a bus driver, whatever.

Then he decides (and I speculate), "OK, this acting thing, I get it now." Fair enough, time for something new. Why not marine biologist? Many benefits to being a marine biologist.

Not Bob.

"I wanna buy my neighborhood."

Say what?

"I wanna own and control my own neighborhood."

Bob -

"Good thing I got a day job."

Bobby...

People call his choice of roles since 1998 inexplicable.

No it's not.

Costs a lot of money, owning your own neighborhood.

...I still think he should have gone with marine biology.

#robert de niro #i had to try to make sense of him for a fanfic #and then you learn stuff about people

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whatithinkaboutdarkshadows · 11 months

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Episode 252: I know we swing, and that's all I have to know

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v1nsmoke · 7 months

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hey, welcome to my corner! name's maya, and i write silly stories and make silly fanarts, mostly one piece related!

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lostloveletters · 4 months

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Holiday tag game

Thank you so much for tagging me @blurredcolour @malarkgirlypop

Favorite nickname you’ve ever been given? The ones I can think of are related to my real name so [redacted]

Where are you located? Behind you!

What season is it where you are now? Technically winter but it's been so warm it doesn't feel like it

Favorite tradition this time of year? Feast of the seven fishes baby!

Favorite holiday food? Arancini my beloved🖤

Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? I don't drink any of these sorry

Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)? We also don't eat any of this for Christmas

Would you rather spend the December holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? Literally the best Christmas I had was when I was in South Beach a few years ago

Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? Pro-snow

Have you ever built a snowman? Yeah, when I was a kid!

Skiing or snowboarding? I've never tried either

Do you decorate for the holidays? A little, yeah

Favorite holiday movie? Silent Night, Deadly Night probably Elf!

Favorite holiday fanfic? @zepskies Soldier Boy fic! I'm typically not one for holiday fics, but I loved this one

If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? I wanna be Robert De Niro's controversially younger co-star🤭

I tag whoever wants to do this! (But please make a new post, don't reblog)

#battie signals

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tomhollandishot · 1 year

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Hey guys! Im gonna start writing fanfics so pls send me ideas and ppl to write for!! 😁😁

I mostly wanna write for:

Aaron taylor-johnston & his characters

Adam driver & his characters

Andrew Garfield & his characters

Andrew Lincoln& his characters

Chris Evans & his characters

Daniel kaluuya & his characters

Ethan hawke & his characters

Evan peters & his characters

Giancarlo Esposito & his characters

Jacob elordi & his characters

Jon bernthal & his characters

Keanu reeves & his characters

Kylian mbappe

MGG & his characters

MBJ & characters

Oscar isaac & his characters

Pedro pascal & his characters

Penn badgley & his characters

Robert de niro & his characters

Tenoch huerta & his characters

Tom holland & his characters

Travis Kelce

Timothee Chalamet & his characters

+ more!

I will not write anything that has to do with sex that has a main topic of pedophillia, blood play, and bodily fluids or anything else thats nasty 😭.

THIS WILL BE AN 18+ PAGE SO MINORS STAY AWAY PLS AND TYY!

#jon bernthal #andrew lincoln #black tumblr #fanfic #tom holland #andrew garfield #adam driver #chris evans #chris evans smut #jon bernthal smut #tom holland smut #daniel kaluuya #daniel kaluuya smut #new writter

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shesarainbow · 1 year

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Spending the summer with Max Cady

🎶 Hot summer nights, mid-july, when you and I were forever wild, the crazy days, the city lights, the way you'd play with me like a child 🎶

You and Max are driving down the highway in his red Mustang, listening to music. You're sitting in the passenger seat, singing your favourite summer song at the top of your lungs, while Max smiles and strokes your hair, happy.

Max takes you to the mall before heading to the beach. You literally drag him into the photo booth to take pictures. Max lets you to sit on his lap before smiling at the camera. You lean in on his shoulder and smile. Your favourite photo is the one where Max is making funny expressions. Max’s is the one where you’re just laughing at something he said.

Max enjoys buying you stuff, so he encourages you to choose whatever you want. “Anything you want, babe. My lil’ girl earned it.” You walk out of the mall wearing a big hat, glamorous sunglasses, and a lovely dress that Max has picked out for you.

At the beach, Max insists on applying sunscreen to your skin because he doesn’t want you to get sunburned. He does it with care and lets you to do the same thing on his tattoed skin.

Max can’t stop staring at your bikini body. He thinks you’re just fabulous. Oh, how he admires your beautiful body...

You swim in the ocean and have a water fight. Or if you can’t swim, Max patiently teaches you. “Attagirl! That's my mermaid!”

You make sand angels on the beach or play frisbee before diving back into the ocean.

While Max relaxes under the beach umbrella, you collect seashells, make a necklace and give it to him. He’s very proud of your necklace and puts it on right away, kissing your salty skin.

Max is sleeping, you approach him on tiptoe, splash him with water, then run off giggling. “C’mere, you little brat!” he chases you until he grabs you and holds you down on the sand. “Someone needs to be punished, huh?” and start kissing you.

You spend the remaining time building a sandcastle, burying Max in the sand, sunbathing while Max strokes you, or writing your names in the sand.

He chooses a quiet spot in the park, under the shade of the trees, and improvises a picnic with your favourite ice cream while you listen to him read one of his favourite books or recite Bible verses.

You beg Max to buy you a cherry lollipop and tease him by licking it slowly before you start singing the famous song Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop. Max grabs you, wraps his strong arms around you and kisses you long and hard. “Just behave like a good little girl, will ya? Or else Daddy could get upset, things could get out of hand and I could do something to you that you would not like, right here. You don’t wanna make me angry, do ya?” You tease him a little more, but he’s pretty serious, so you just pull yourself together. Max grabs your hand as you walk in silence. “I’m sorry… are you still upset with me?” you whisper. He’s secretly enjoying all this and lifts your chin, saying “Daddy has already forgiven you, sweetheart. But don’t do it again, all right?” You simply nod.

Very often you are mistaken for father and daughter. Max is actually flattered and always replies with “Yeah, she’s my little girl.” and you can't help but blush, knowing what he really means.

Everyday is a new day, and you never know what will happen. You and Max are constantly on the road, staying in motels, eating in diners, and visiting new towns.

One day Max rents a boat, and you spend the entire day sunbathing and cuddling each other.

You go to an amusement park and take a ride on the Ferris Wheel. You visit the Haunted Mansion and spend the entire time clinging to his arm. “Are you scared, babe? You're such adorable, sweetie!” he teases you, pinching your cheek.

You go to the aquarium and enjoy watching the penguins hop around and the dolphins and seals swim and play. Max prefers to watch the sharks gliding past the window instead.

Max decides to get a new tattoo and convinces you to do the same. If you're too scared, you can just watch him as he assures you that he's not in any pain. He chooses to have your name tattoed on his skin.

You go bowling, and, of course, Max always wins. You can't even lift the heavy ball and Max shows you how and lets you win.

You go to the cinema or watch a movie at the drive-in. His hand resting on your leg, his mind distracted by your presence.

On July 4th, Max takes you to watch the parade, and then you watch the fireworks together. You're lying on a blanket, your head resting on Max's chest; he's your giant pillow, and you're having a bonfire while gazing at the stars. You stay up all night watching the sunrise.

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