summary: With a rainy day taking over the whole day you and your boyfriend Max decide to have a nice, and relaxing evening by watching their favorite series, ordering takeout, and spending the evening by cuddling on the couch, as the rain storm continues throughout the day
pairing: (3fs) Max x Fem!Reader
dividers are from: @saradika-graphics
a/n: ok so the thing says this is “mature content” on my end and gang ts is NOT mature. piss me off lad😒😒😒 !also! sorry if in this oneshot if it’s like bouncing on different times of the day I was just feeling lazy👀👀👀👀
Rain tapped gently against the apartment windows long before either of you woke up.
It wasn’t the loud kind of storm that rattled the glass or flashed lightning across the sky.
The kind that made the whole world feel quieter.
You stirred first, still tucked beneath the blankets, blinking sleepily at the gray light filtering through the curtains. The room smelled faintly like fresh laundry, coffee from the machine Max had forgotten to turn off the night before, and the vanilla candle you’d burned until you both fell asleep watching movies.
Beside you, Max was still asleep.
One arm was lazily wrapped around your waist, his face half-buried in your shoulder like sometime during the night he’d unconsciously decided you made the world’s best pillow.
Carefully, you reached for your phone on the nightstand.
Outside, rain continued to patter against the windows.
Rainy days were your favorite.
No pressure to go anywhere.
No feeling like you had to be productive.
You gently brushed a few strands of hair away from Max’s forehead.
Almost instantly, he let out a sleepy hum.
“You don’t even know what I said.”
“You’ve become dramatic.”
Max cracked one eye open.
You gave him your best offended look.
He smiled, still half asleep, and pulled you even closer.
Another comfortable silence settled between you.
Rain filled the room in the nicest way possible.
Eventually Max stretched with a groan before looking toward the window.
“We’re not leaving today.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
By noon, the apartment had transformed into the coziest place imaginable.
The blinds were open just enough to watch the rain.
A fluffy blanket had somehow migrated onto the couch.
Pillows were scattered everywhere.
Max insisted it looked “strategic.”
You insisted it looked like a pillow explosion.
“It looks like you lost a fight with the couch.”
Around one o’clock, your stomach growled.
Max looked up from where he was scrolling through different shows.
“I guess we should feed it.”
You couldn’t stop laughing.
He leaned over and kissed your forehead.
Deciding on takeout somehow took longer than actually eating it.
“You said you didn’t care.”
“I’m suddenly okay with literally anything.”
Eventually you settled on your favorite comfort food.
When it arrived, Max immediately reached for one of your fries.
You slapped his hand away.
He looked genuinely heartbroken.
“You’d deny your own boyfriend?”
He dramatically placed a hand over his chest.
You took one of his fries instead.
“I learned from the best.”
After lunch came the difficult decision.
Max already had several options pulled up.
You rejected every single one.
“I’m emotionally attached to that show.”
Eventually, you landed on the newest season of your favorite comfort series.
By the second episode, you’d unconsciously curled up against Max.
You weren’t even pretending to watch anymore.
His arm rested around your shoulders while your head leaned comfortably against his chest.
Outside, rain continued tapping softly against the windows.
“This is nice,” you murmured.
“We should do this more often.”
“I’d happily get rained in with you every weekend.”
“Even if I make you watch the same show every time?”
Halfway through another episode, the power flickered.
The apartment fell silent.
Max looked around dramatically.
“I guess we live in the nineteenth century now.”
He picked up the TV remote.
You gently took it from him.
After finding a few candles and flashlights, the apartment somehow became even cozier than before.
The rain sounded louder now without the television.
The soft glow from the candles reflected against the windows.
You both sat on the floor near the couch, wrapped in the same blanket.
“This feels like camping,” Max said.
“That’s… just staying home.”
He ignored you completely.
“I should tell scary stories.”
“You get scared before I do.”
You simply looked at him.
“…Remember that horror movie?”
“That closet scene was unfair.”
“I made a tactical noise.”
Hours passed without either of you noticing.
You talked about everything.
Your favorite childhood memories.
Places you wanted to visit.
What your dream house would look like.
Max insisted there would be a game room.
You insisted there would be a reading nook.
“I think we’d have both.”
“So the dog has a friend.”
By early evening, the rain hadn’t slowed down.
If anything, it had become even steadier.
The power finally returned.
Neither of you bothered turning the television back on.
Instead, soft music played quietly from a speaker while you both stayed exactly where you were.
Wrapped together beneath the blanket.
Watching raindrops race each other down the windows.
Max gently intertwined your fingers with his.
You asked after noticing him smiling.
“What were you thinking?”
He looked at your intertwined hands.
“Some people think exciting dates have to be expensive.”
He glanced around the apartment.
“This is probably my favorite date we’ve ever had.”
You felt warmth spread across your cheeks.
“You always know what to say.”
You leaned over and kissed his cheek.
When you pulled away, Max was smiling so much it almost made you laugh.
“But you just did it again.”
Later that night, you found yourselves back on the couch.
Rain still danced against the windows.
The blanket still covered both of you.
The takeout containers still sat forgotten on the coffee table.
Your head rested comfortably against Max’s shoulder while he absentmindedly played with your fingers.
The kind of quiet that never felt awkward.
He kissed the top of your head.
“You said that twenty minutes ago.”
Outside, the rain continued its endless rhythm.
Inside, the apartment felt warm despite the storm.
He was already looking down at you.
“I hope we never outgrow days like this.”
“I think even years from now…”
You looked toward the rain-covered window.
“…we’ll still be arguing over what to order.”
“You’ll still steal my fries.”
“You’ll still make blanket forts.”
“And you’ll still tell me they look messy.”
“I guess we’ve got our future figured out.”
You smiled before resting your head back against his shoulder.
Outside, the rain continued to fall.
Inside, wrapped beneath one blanket with your favorite person in the world, you realized something.
Sometimes the best days weren’t the ones filled with adventures.
They were the ones where the weather gave you every excuse to stay exactly where you were.
