TW: Nudity

𝒶𝓃: this is part two of my little curtis oc x cherry!!! in joy!!

warnings!!: make out session, angst?, and i can't think of anything but yeah!

(part one is on my page!!)

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🍒 𝒞herry's pov!!

yes-yes.. i know it was a bad idea, she's a grease, im a soc, i have a boyfriend, she's just... different..but i like that different. she cute, shy, and dare i say sexy in those cute bell bottoms.. oh my god!- sorry.. i can't help it. i had to give her my number, and now..i'm just waiting for her to call me..

🌞 𝒮unnis pov!!

i rushed home, i was gonna call cherry before my brothers came home. i burst through the door, thank god the gang wasn't here. i rushed to the phone and dialed her number, it ringed only once and she picked up.

"c-cherry?.." i asked timidly

"sunni! hi.. um h-how are you??"

"i'm good what about the you..?"

"uhh.. can you come..over here..? my house?.."

my heart was beating out of my chest, is she inviting me to her house?? oh my god!!

"yes!! uh- i can sneak out and tell my brothers some excuse!.."

"great my house is xxx.. on laney dr.. don't be late.." i could hear her smirk through the phone and then the lane went silent.

i jotted something down on a piece of paper that, "i'm at art club a little late too day..coming home soon!!

- with love, sunni!"

i rant to her house as fast as i could, i finally got to her house and knocked on the door, no one answered.. i was about to knock again but i hear something above me, "pst!!" i look up, its cherry looking out her window, "use the back door!!" "o-ok!!" i rushed to the back door and cherry is already there waiting for me, "gee did i take that long..?" i said as she opens the door to let me in "no silly, just.. get up stairs.." she said we both rushed up stairs when we got to her bed room she softly shut the door, her room was very pink and floral-y and she had a record in the corner.. she turned it on, it started playing "and i love her" by the beatles i was practically a tomato she grabbed my hand, gently, and looked into my eyes.

"do you wants this..?" she asked softly "yes.." i said as a cupped her cheeks into my hands and kissed her, her hands went to my waist and up my shirt, i really liked where this was going.. she started taking off my shirt, we broke the kiss and got it over my head, i blushed no one ever seen me like this before.. i was standing there awkwardly in my red lace bra and bell bottoms "c'mer.." she said softly, her arms wrapped around my waist, my arms wrapped around her neck, we started kissing again, but realization struck me 'what about my brothers?? they're probably worried sick.." at this point, we were on her bed; she straddling me and kissing me on my neck, "i-... no." she stopped kissing my neck and looked up at me, "..what?" "i- i cant sorry.. i-i- i have to get home..im sorry"

"no, i get it.." she began to sit up off of me. i got off her bed and walked to the door, "wait!!" she said, and then gave me one more kiss "i...- bye.." she said. i blushed "bye.." and left.

darry's gonna kill me.

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pairing: Max Hatter x Granddaughter of Alice! OC

Trope: childhood friends turned strangers turned lovers

Wc. 1.4k

AN: As it turns out, Max Hatter doesn't know how to keep his distance.

I’ve never been so happy being mad.

What was meant to be a beautiful walk through the Queen’s croquet garden quickly became a nightmare. This time it was definitely not Alex’s fault. 

A cloud of purple smoke turned the otherwise cuddly flamingoes into cawing instruments of death. 

After Max had announced that this was his father’s doing the group split up, all running in different directions. Alex didn’t have the mental capacity to keep tabs on the others, only briefly noting that the Smees had picked up mallets to use as weapons. Why hadn’t she thought of that? Instead she focused on getting as far away from the purple ave that seemed hellbent on eating her for breakfast.

Just another normal day in Wonderland. 

It chased her through the gardens and backed her up against a tree in the middle of a clearing. She really wouldn’t have minded a mallet right about now. 

Now, not not-normally she might have thought to reach for the lower hanging branches, however being chased by the ostrich’s evil stepsister wasn’t exactly not not-normal either. Put in other words, she froze. 

The monster, sensing her fear, slowed down and stalked closer, clearly thinking of her imminent defeat. 

Death by bird. It sounded ridiculous even in her strange mind. 

But Fate, it would seem, had other plans. 

Right as the great lump was about to charge at her, she felt a tight grip on her shoulder and soon Alex was yoinked up and out of harm’s way just as the oaf collided headfirst with the tree and turned into a pool of purple shimmer. Alex turned to her savior about to thank him but the words died in her mouth. Max stared back at her with eyes blown wide with adrenaline and concern he couldn’t mask. For a couple of seconds they both breathed heavily trying to calm their nerves. In the meantime, Alex noticed his hands on her arms holding her steady high up in the tree. Or rather on a ladder. 

There had been a little to the right of the tree the whole time. 

Well now she felt like an idiot. 

Max thankfully didn’t comment on it and opted to breathe a simple, “Are you okay?” To which she answered with a nod, not quite trusting her voice yet after her near-death encounter. 

Max mirrored her action before he turned to look out over the plains of Wonderland. 

She used his brief moment of inattentiveness to study him. 

She had been correct in her previous assumption about the Isle having changed him. His hair he had dyed partially purple, his glasses were gone, he now wore leather and a long purple overcoat and his hat - a hat she recognized - he had decorated with small retro metal gears on both sides. The biggest change however was in the way he held himself. He seemed surer of himself, not to the point of arrogance, but as if he knew who he was at his core and the rest of the world just had to deal with it. The man before her was a far cry from the boy who had tried to make himself small and invisible. 

He pointed out in the distance and yelled at the others to get their attention. And sure enough, if Alex squinted she could just make out a house not too far from there. Max jumped down from the ladder and started running in that direction. Despite the other HKs’ hesitation, Alex hadn’t a doubt in her mind. She followed Max readily with the rest of his tight knit group of Isle-kids. 

Through magnificent landskabes that she would have loved to take her time to enjoy and explain to the others they ran with the angry horde of flamingoes hunting them. They made it to the house Max had spotted in the distance and as the rest hurried inside he, with the help of the Smees, shoved the door shut and turned one of the birds into purple dust in the process. 

Alex breathed a sigh of relief before the next chaotic attempt on their lives were made. 

Some sort of magic pushed them around from room to room in a never ending cycle of madness. She could feel Pink at her back accidentally pushing her forward into Max’s back. They stumbled a bit before he managed to right himself up, briefly looking over his shoulder in panic, perhaps thinking one of the purple flamingoes had come back. Instead he was met with Alex’s grimacing face before she gestured over her shoulder at Pink, who at the very least had the decency to look apologetic. The two of them let out a sigh. The little moment, however, didn’t last long, as the group collectively made it to what appeared to be the end destination. There were no windows in this room and Alex could feel herself getting claustrophobic with all the people around her in such close quarters. 

And when the walls started squishing them it only got worse. 

They all pushed against the walls in an attempt to stop their movements but nothing seemed to work. 

Out of the corner of her eye Alex saw Luis drag Red out of the door closest to them before it closed with a click. Locked. 

Alex hurriedly got closer to one of the other doors and tried it and to her immense relief it opened. 

“Guys! This way!” She shouted. Pink who was the first to react nodded and grabbed a hold of Alex’s outstretched hand. The others quickly caught on and like a train they ran through the open door, not caring where it might lead to.

Well, perhaps fell through was a better way of phrasing it, thought Alex as all she could see around her were clear skies and the earth nearing her face rapidly. 

On a happy note, they fell into what appeared to be a marshmallow pit. 

On an unhappy note, a huge mass fell on top of Alex squashing her. 

It took a moment for her to register what the weighty mass was. And it would seem it also took a moment for the weighty mass to register what exactly he had landed on. Blue eyes met kohl lined brown. For a moment none of them moved, but then, realizing their positioning - on top of each other - Max and Alex sprang a part. Or at least tried to. 

Limbs kept getting intwined, a lot of muttered ‘sorry’ was heard and blushing cheeks were seen - in embarrassment, of course! 

Really they must have made a comical sight as Pink giggled and Hazel smirked. 

Total, it took them about two minutes before they finally untangled themselves. Well, Max untangled himself and stood up, dusting imaginary dust off of himself before he glared at the others and their muffled giggles. 

The others thankfully got the message and turned away and focused on finding their missing belongings. Chloe muttered about her knife missing and Pink was positively rambling because of her left shoe’s disappearance. 

A gloved hand with black and purple-painted nails was outstretched to Alex. She looked from the hand to the deep brown of his eyes before accepting the helping hand  - literally. However, either Max was stronger than he gave himself credit for or Alex was lighter than she seemed because the pull launched her straight into his chest. To counter for the unexpected weight, Max’s arms wrapped around her form to steady them both and Alex’s hands grabbed his shoulders hard, her face tucked into the side of his chest. 

They stayed like that for a minute with Alex’s eyes shut tight as she listened to the calming heartbeats thumping through his warm chest. 

And curiously enough, he allowed it. Perhaps because of the two near-death experiences they had barely escaped, perhaps because he felt sorry for her or perhaps because of his own reasoning. For whatever reason, he allowed her the comfort of close human contact and she was so grateful. Alex bit her lower lip, a nervous tick of hers, before slowly turning her face to his. Neither of them said anything but Alex hoped her eyes conveyed her gratitude. 

She thought she saw his eyes softening slightly but then he tensed up. She felt it beneath her hands and tensed herself as she was sure whatever moment they had just had was gone and he would shove her away now. Instead he surprised her by gently letting go of her and taking a small step back before he coughed into his hand, scratched the back of his head and looked at her shyly out of the corner of his eye.

Alex felt herself blush and she smiled to herself. Now this was more the Max she knew. 

THAT IS XOC NOT XREADER.

'𝐿𝐴𝐶𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁;'

—SULTRY SLITHER SLUT ON YOUR KNEES

STRETCHED OUT AND SHAVED FRESH.