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Heyy, I would like to order a bot from Haley Dunphy (WLW) based on the episode in which she and the family go to Dylan's concert, but instead of him it will be me, her girlfriend, and I'm about to sing a song for her, thank you!
SONGBIRD
pairing: gf!haley dunphy x fem!reader
contents: fluff, established relationship, teen romance, high school setting, wlw
wc: 805
a/n: i love haley i love haley i love haley. also, i thought itâd be cool as an one shot, but the bot is also coming soon!
Youâre behind the heavy red curtains of the school stage as the muffled noise of the crowd hums on the other side. Itâs Family Day, and youâre about to perform with your band, but your mind isnât on the audience.
Itâs on her. Haley, your girlfriend. The reason you chose the song you chose to perform today, wanting to surprise her.
A nervous flutter rises in your chest at the thought of her sitting out there, completely unaware of what youâve planned. Youâve been together for a while now, long enough that both your families know, long enough that it should feel normal. But somehow, she still gives you butterflies like itâs the very beginning.
A teacher gestures for you and your band to get into position. âPlaces, guys. Curtainâs about to go up.â
You swallow, stepping forward. The stage lights bleed faintly through the fabric in front of you, and you take your place behind the microphone, wrapping your fingers around it firmly.
Then the curtains part, and for a split second, the crowd is just a blur of faces. Until you find her.
Haley Dunphy, right in the middle of it all. Your eyes lock and you feel your cheeks brush ever so slightly.
The first notes of Songbird, by Fleetwood Mac, begin to play. You inhale, steadying yourself, and then you start to sing.
For you
There'll be no more crying
For you
The Sun will be shining
And I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright
I know it's right
Haley, sitting in the middle of all those people who donât know the reason behind this music yet, is watching you like sheâs trying to memorize every second.
To you
I will give the world
To you
I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright
I know it's right
And the songbirds are singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before
And I wish you all the love in the world
But most of all
I wish it from myself
You sing looking directly at Haley, and that makes everyone else fade. To you, thereâs only her in that crowd. As if the other people there are extras in a romantic movie and you two are the main couple.
By the time you reach the final verses, it doesnât even feel like youâre performing anymore. Itâs just you confessing your love to her.
And the songbirds keep singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before
Like never before
Like never before
The last note fades into the air, lingering for a moment before the room erupts into applause. You laugh softly, glancing back at your bandmates. Theyâre all grinning at you, nodding in approval.
You step closer to the microphone again, still catching your breath. âAnd⌠this one,â you say, a small smile tugging at your lips, âwas especially for my girlfriend.â
Your eyes find Haley again. Sheâs laughing, her expression a mix of surprise and something almost dramatic, glancing briefly at her family beside her. You catch Claire placing a hand on her shoulder, clearly saying something that makes Haley roll her eyes, but sheâs too happy to really argue.
âThank you, everyone,â you add, giving a small wave before stepping back as the curtains close.
Later, youâre weaving through booths and people and the sweet scent of snacks filling the air.
As you spot Haley standing near the cotton candy stand, her back turned to you, you walk up behind her and lean in just enough to murmur softly near her ear. âHey.â
She turns, immediately recognizing your voice, and her face lights up. âOh my God! Hi,â she beams, wrapping her arms around your neck before you can even react. You laugh, hugging her back, breathing in the familiar sweet scent of her hair.
When she pulls away, you take a small step back just to look at her. âDid you like the performance?â you tease. âIt was for someone named Haley.â
She tilts her head, playing along instantly. âHmm⌠I think Iâve heard of her. Your girlfriend, right?â She steps closer, gluing her body to yours.
âI heard sheâs really pretty,â Haley adds, her voice dropping just slightly. She grips the strap of her bag with both hands, like sheâs trying to keep herself from doing something more in public.
âShe is,â you say softly, grinning. âPrettiest girl in the world,â you lean in just enough to press a quick kiss to her lips.
You both pull back immediately after, glancing around⌠and then breaking into quiet laughter.
âLove you,â Haley whispers, her face still close to yours, her smile softer now.
You donât hesitate. âLove you too.â
Plsss write for Gwen !! Iâm so in love with her!!
hi anon!! iâm so ready to write for Gwen iâll think of something soon, but my life is a little hectic rn iâm not sure when itâll come out..
Gwen deserves it tho like thats the loml đŠ
been a minute since iâve been on here, but iâm rewatching that 90s show and so tempted to write smth for gwen / nikki đđđŤ°
they are both just so cool and i havenât found much on here :((( maybe im not look hard enough but fr this is smth im into if i can cook up a plot !!
hi everyone ~
a little note, i cannot express how truly sorry i am for just dipping nd leaving with no notice! in all honesty, life has been hectic nd overall very busy. i also do want to highlight a few things while iâm hereâ
⢠this is more of a secondary account, so i will not be as active as i wish to be â as you know, my main priority is my katseye/lessera acc, nd so that obviously gets all my focus
⢠despite this account being on hold for a few months now, i do wish to come back and write again! iâve been rewatching g&g and getting a few new ideas (aside from requests). iâm also working on a schedule to produce as much as i can while i have the time before my exams/assignments period hits.
⢠on that note of writing again, i am considering making this a multi blog. so far, it would only be g&g, tsitp, and mlwtwb â gxg ONLY!! i donât have much time to watch shows these days and these three have really kept my interests up. also, with this in mind, iâll probably be reworking my acc over the next few days to gather a masterlist for all three series.
⢠and finally, iâm thinking of cutting down on word length in my fics. i usually loveee going in depth and writing long works, but like i mentioned, this acc isnât my focus so i may just stick to short works (roughly 800â1000) unless a plotline really calls for some heavy depth !
thank you for understanding đ i will be back guys ahah !!
hiii iâm sorry for being so inactive lately lawlz, im working on some new fics for you guys <3 just been a little busy w life lately but i shall be writing again soon đ thank you for being patient w me!
OH MY GOSH. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!
that was the CUTEST thing everđđđ
AND YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING LIKE HELLO????? DUDE HOW. I'm obsessed.
I'm ngl I think im gonna request moređđ
FOR MAXINE AND ABBY!!! it's hard to find fics for both of themđđ
THANK YOU AGAIN!!!
you are SOOO welcome !!! but THANK YOU for requesting đââď¸đââď¸ hehe tyty that means a lot to me bc sometimes i feel anxious w my writing but im so so happy you liked it đ
trust me i knowwww i hate how theres absolutely no fics for them and also even LESS fics for maxâšď¸ bc iâve seen a couple of abby and thats about it, but WE NEED MORE #trust i will be providing for the gng community đŤĄ
Anchor Yourself To Me
synopsis: Max tries to hide her troubles from you, but you manage to see through her. A change in her laugh, her smile, the way she hangs around you. Itâs only when you confront her does she finally confide in you.
tags: fluff, established relationship, kisses, cuddles, slight tension, soft comfort.
wc: 4.6k
notes: my first request! (found here) thank you sm for requesting, i had fun writing this. i hope you enjoy & its up to ur standard <3 apologies if thereâs any typos :(
Maxine was like an unexpected blessing in disguise, hurling into your life. She was loud, intense, overwhelming.
It started in Biology class.
Sheâd been assigned as your new seatmate, walking over to you with a smile that resembled the sun. She greeted you excitedly, nerves nowhere in sight. And you, well, you were the opposite of her. Timid. Quiet. Soft. You gave her a tentative smile, and tried to continue with the activity your teacher had given, but it was difficult to focus with Maxâs voice in your ear. She never stopped, not even to take a moment to breathe.
At first, you could deal with it. It was only thrice a week youâd have to see Max, but when a project arose, you found yourself growing closer with her as the weeks passed by.
Youâd spend time at school workingâin the library, out on the field, by the bleachers. Now and then, youâd work at her place. Other times sheâd come home with you.
And in those moments, you couldnât help but notice things about her that you hadnât before. The way she twisted her lips to the side, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears when trying hard to concentrate. The way she fiddled with her bracelets when she felt nervous, scared. The way she was often forgetful in her own charming way.
Soon, that initial apprehension you felt towards Max faded, and turned in to something else, something that had you lying awake at night, thoughts of her haunting you. It wasnât long before you were counting down the seconds till Biology, wanting to see her.
The final day of working on the project was when everything changed.
Max was packing up her books, placing them in her bag when you caught onto her wrist. She looked at you, surprised. Frankly, you had surprised yourself too. But you couldnât back downânot when you made it that far, not when Max was staring at you with a knowing look. So, with a hammering heart and sweaty palms, you went in for it, asking her out to a movie.
It wasnât a date, at least not yet. Your first date didnât come until a week later when Max asked you if youâd like to go bowling.
One date turned into two, and two dates turned into three, until youâd completely lost track. Not much time passed before you both confessed your feelings, and two days later, you were official.
That was five months ago.
Now, having spent so many months together, you know Max like the back of your hand. You know what ticks her, how to comfort her. You pride yourself on that, because Max, although eccentric and extroverted, never let parts of herself be known too wellâbut you did.
âGuess who?â
Thereâs a pair of hands hovering over your eyes, interrupting you from changing books out your locker. You smile instinctively, the voice and matching bracelet hanging around the wrist being recognized instantly.
You chuckle, deciding to play with her for a bit. âLetâs see, mh.. my imaginary best friend from age six suddenly came to life?â
Max scoffs sarcastically, dropping her hands. You turn around, back facing the locker as you look at the younger girl. Her bottom lip is jutted out slightly, feigning despair. âSadly not, only your beautiful, talented and gorgeous girlfriend.â
âShame, I think Iâd prefer the imaginary friend.â
âOh, is that so?â Max raises an eyebrow, gasping. âHow unfortunate! You wound me, Y/N.â She dramatically places a hand over her chest, clutching the section where her heart is.
She takes a step back, standing in the middle of the hallway. You easily notice that mischievous glint in her eyes, as she looks at each side of her before her voice bellows out.
âQuick! Someone help me, for my girlfriend no longer loves me!â
Your eyes widen and you quickly reach out to her, pulling her back towards you. Youâre laughing at her antics, but your cheeks still flush red from the curious stares of other students.
âStop it, you dork.â you mumble, flicking her arm.
Max grins like a Cheshire cat, âI hope you know thatâs a preview of what would happen if we ever broke up.â
âWell, luckily thatâs not going to happen.â
âMmh.â She hums in response, and leans in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. You head ducks down, not much of a fan of PDA, but you grab onto Maxâs hand and give it a gentle squeeze.
Max lets you finish up switching your books for the next half of the school day, and soon, youâre walking over to her locker, hand-in-hand. She quickly inputs the combination of her lock and the door swings open. Youâre leaning against the next door locker, catching sight of the multiple photos decorating the inside of her locker door. Itâs a contrast to your own locker, which is bare and lacking any personality.
Thereâs a few of her, Abby and Norah, a recent one of her and Ginny, another of her and Marcus. Then, your eyes drift to the others. Some are single photos of you, some are of both you and her. They come in many forms tooâpolaroids, print outs, a strip from a photo booth.
It warms your heart.
Max has always been moreâŚshowy with your relationship. Always holding your hand, kissing your cheek or shoulder. An arm slung over you was standard when going out. She needed everyone to know you were hers.
You, on the other hand, loved her in the quiet spacesâthe comfort of your home, or hers. Loved her when no one was watching, behind closed doors, or any moment it was just you two.
Max never had a problem with it, she understood you were much more reserved than her. She often relishes in those quiet momentsâalways with a smile and a heart that beat way too quick for any normal person. Despite your hesitancy at first, you learned to grow to reciprocate her affections. Plus, she knows you have a photo of her tucked away in your wallet, so itâs not like she was completely hidden.
âAm I walking you over to MANG?â you ask her, the name of her friend group rolling off your tongue with ease, even if it makes your insides twist from the absurdity of it.
âItâs only MANG when weâre all together.â She corrects you, and you give her a look as if asking if she was being for real right now. âAnd uhâno, itâs okay.â Max responds, closing her locker door. âBut walk me to AP English?â
You nod, not thinking much of it. Pushing yourself off the locker, you turn back to face Max and offer her your hand. She takes it with a tiny grin, intertwining your fingers and wraps her other hand around your forearm.
áŻâ
First, itâs a sigh.
What follows after includes a visible slump in her shoulders, a pout present, then a groan of discomfort.
âOkay!â Ellen exclaims, a faux smile in place. Her hands are set on the counter. âMax, honey letâs skip the part where I ask whatâs wrong, you lie and tell me itâs nothing, and I pry until you give in. So, clearly somethings going on, mh?â
Max folds her arms over the counter and rests her chin on them. âItâs ANG, theyâre being.. weird.â
Ellen lets out a breath and then works around the kitchen, packing out plates and utensils for dinner. âWeird how, sweetheart?â
âTheyâre distant.â Max says, sitting up and watching her mom. âI can tell they arenât telling me something, but I just donât know why.â
Her mom puts down four plates, the sound loud and echoing in the room. âMaybe theyâre not ready to talk about it.â She offers poorly, shrugging as if the matter doesnât hurt Max.
The brunette mumbles a reply under her breath, too low for Ellen to hear. She doesnât ask Max to repeat it, continuing to move about the kitchen. Max fiddles with her bracelet, and worries on her bottom lip. Maybe she would text them.
She looks at the phone, thinking it over in her head.
Quickly, she reaches for the device and unlocks her phone. She scrolls through her contacts until she finds the MANG groupchat, typing out a message. The blue cursor blinks at her as she rereads what she typed out.
For some reason, her chest feels heavy. Heavy with nervousness, and something else Max couldnât quite name.
She deletes the message, running a hand through her hair. Why was this suddenly so difficult? It takes her another few minutes before she finally settles on a text, hitting send.
max [6:37pm]: are you guys okay? the groups been quiet and im worried
The message delivers. A couple seconds pass by and thereâs still no reply. Max places her phone down, closing her eyes for a brief moment.
She doesnât notice her brother entering the kitchen until he opens the fridge.
âMarcus!â
The dark haired boy looks over his shoulder at her, a mildly concerned expression on his face. Heâs mid-sip from a bottle of water when he fully turns to face Max, leaning against the counter beside the fridge. He twists the bottle cap closed.
âThatâs my name.â He replies sarcastically, saluting at her.
Max groans, getting off her seat by the kitchen island and stands opposite him. âHas Ginny said anything to you?â
âAbout..?â He trails off, placing the bottle next to him. Marcusâ hands rests on each of his elbows, his arms crossing over his chest.
Max rolls her eyes. âAnything! Something! I donât know, but I feel like Iâm out of the loop on everything.â She cards a hand through her hair, tugging on it slightly.
Marcus smirks. âAre you worried Iâve replaced you as her favorite Baker sibling?â He taunts her lightly, and she shoots him a blank look.
He thinks back to recent conversations heâs had with the teenagerâtalks about her mom, her therapy sessions, living with her dad.
âNah, she hasnât told me much.â
Marcus walks off after easily lying through his teeth, taking his bottle of water with him as Max feels her shoulders fold inwards. She sighs again, this time itâs much sadder, her voice soft.
âI just.. I want Ginny to know that Iâm here for her. As support for her. I want her to know she can talk to me about anything.â
Nothing prepares Max for her brotherâs next few words, but it hits her in the chest, hardâlike a punch to the gut. It cuts deep, breath caught in her throat. It chips away at her composure, but she pushes it down, buries it far down inside her.
âLet it go.â He sighs, squinting his eyes. âDonât make it about yourself, Max.â
áŻâ
The sun is warm against your skin, pages with messy handwriting staring back at you as you read over some notes before class.
Max sits opposite you, eyes on her phone. You can tell sheâs invested, looking as if sheâs deep in thought. Her lips twists to the side, and thats the first indication that something is bothering her.
The second indication you get is the way she taps her finger against the table. Rapid and steady. She taps them in intervals of three, then stops, taps once, stops again and repeats it all over.
The third and final indication was the way sheâs slow in replying to you. You gently attempt to make conversation with her, notebook closed and attention on your girlfriend. Yet Max is looking around you instead of at you, which is rare for her, since she loves to make eye contact with you. She claims itâs because your eyes are so beautiful, how can she ever look away?
So, you tap on her hand, eyes wide with curiosity.
âHey, are you okay?â you question, eyebrows furrowed together and a frown on your lips.
Max nods almost immediately. Itâs quick, too quick. She pulls her hand away and sets it in her lap. You watch her do so as a part of you cracks a little inside you, weirdly confused at her sudden lack of physical touch.
âAll good,â she responds. Her eyes never meet yours, and though she smiles, itâs unconvincing.
âCome on, darling. You forget I can tell when youâre lying.â you chuckle smoothly, trying to lighten the mood.
For a moment, Max considers telling you all her problems, all of her worries. She considers letting herself lean on youâemotionally, mentally. Youâre staring at her with these soft, concerned eyes. It hurts her when she opens her mouth, only for no sound to come out.
Donât be dramatic.
The words fly around in her mind, unwanted and unpleasant. It stings her heart when the words repeat themselves, echoing in her head. Itâs silent chaos in her mind; her heart and brain at war with themselves.
Donât make it about yourself.
The words of Marcus come back to her so quickly she almost believes itâalmost. And then, as the silence stretches further, and youâre still waiting with those damn caring eyes, her mind running with possible answers, Marcusâ words become less of an opinion and more of the truth.
âAlright, fine. You caught me.â Max swallows down her feelings. She can keep her troubles to herself, focus on other things. âIâm just stressed about a Chemistry test later this week.â
You eye her for a moment, not believing her. You can clearly telling something is wrong, but you donât pry, donât press for more. Max would come to youâeventually, when sheâs ready. So, you take in her reply as the truth and offer her shrug.
âOh? Thatâs understandable.â you give her a tiny ghost of a smile. âHey, if you want, I can help you study for it later.â
She blinks.
Here you are, sitting opposite Max, offering her your kind heart and sweet words. Staring at her with your gentle gaze and loving eyes. Soothing voice trying to coax the woes out of her. Be a shoulder for her to cry on.
Her heart clutches in her chestânot from the pain of ANG icing her out, not from watching her brother soundlessly destroy himself, but rather from the love she holds for you, and the guilt that eats away at her.
Still, she swallows that lump in her throat again and slowly beams at you, grateful.
âThanks, Y/N.â Max places her hand over yours, and rubs the back of it. Shyly, and with very obvious hesitation, you lean over the table, placing a kiss on her forehead.
âYou sure youâre alright?â you ask one final time. Itâs not to pressure her, but rather to give her the chance and the space to open up.
Those thoughts return. And Max, against her better judgment, lets them overpower her.
âYeah, perfect.â
áŻâ
It isnât long before you notice a change in the dynamic. Days go by, you see it in the way they treat Max with blank stares and icy words.
From afar, youâre standing in the hallway talking to some boyâJosh, you thinkâfrom your History class about an upcoming assignment, but your attention isnât on him. Instead, youâre watching with careful eyes as three out of four MANG members sit together by their resident spot. Abby sits on one of the single couch chairs, Ginny in the other. Max is seated on the floor, legs crossed over one another and leaning back against her arms, palms placed on the ground.
Theyâre talking, but you can tell itâs meaningless conversation in the way Max comments here and there. Sheâs oddly silent for some reason, her usual outgoing behavior nowhere in sight.
Norah walks over, plops herself next to Abby. They squeeze in together on the single seater, squished but comfortable. She falls into their conversation easily.
You continue watching as Abby leads the conversation, her hands moving in all directions. A couple more minutes go by, and you assume sheâs cracked a joke based on Ginnyâs laughter and Norah swatting her against the arm.
But Max?
She only manages a tiny smile.
Itâs so unlike her to be this reserved, this antisocial. Youâre starting to feel worried about her, it settles deep in your bones, and pulls you further away from the conversation.
âHello, earth to Y/N?â Josh waves a hand in front of your eyes, distracting you.
You blink back at him, gaze now looking up. âIâm sorry, uh, what were you saying?â
He tilts his head in fake disappointment, tutting at you and ruffles the top of your head. You scowl, hastily fixing the mess heâd made.
âNever mind, weâll talk again in class.â Josh bids you a goodbye and you wave in return, âSee you.â
Once he walks away, your focus is now fully on Max. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, a somewhat saddened look on her face, and it pushes you into protective mode. With wary steps, you stride over to them.
âHey.â you greet, shooting each of them a smile.
You werenât really friends with Abby, or Ginny, or Norah. Mostly, you hung around them from time to time to be around Max, but you still treat them with politeness, acknowledging their presence.
âWhatâs up, silly strings?â Abby nods at you. Her tone is teasing, using that godawful nickname from last year when youâd gotten in a play fight with her, spraying each other with silly string cans.
You roll your eyes at her, mumbling at insult back. Abby sticks her tongue out at you as some form of a response. Norah asks you a question that you only half heard, staring down at Max. You didnât plan to stick around long enough for any conversation to happen.
Thereâs a beat of awkward silence, Norahâs question going unanswered. Your hand twitches at your side from the anxiety of this social interaction.
You lick your bottom lip, eyes still on your girlfriend. âWalk me to my next class?â
Maxâs eyes shoot up. They dart around for a bit, looking at each of her friends. Some weird, silent conversation theyâre having, most probably. She musters up a grin, but it doesnât seem all that convincing.
âOf course,â she voices out a moment later. âAnything for my pretty girl.â
A blush coats your cheeks. Abby takes a chance to tease you again, and this time, Ginny tags in. You roll your eyes, huffing to yourself, but you can feel the heat beneath your skin getting worse. Max stands and slings her backpack over her shoulders, telling them to cut it out, but they manage to add in few more jokes before letting up. Her hand fits into yours with ease, fingers intertwining. You give one final look to the group, and walk off together.
âEverything okay?â you look at her with those same worried eyes once youâre far enough away from the girls. âThat seemed.. strange.â
âAh, itâs just a little tension. Ginny has her momsâ trial and Norahâs.. going through some stuff. And Abby, well, you know how she is.â
Itâs a weak attempt at covering up whatâs really going on, a poor excuse to keep you in the dark. You believe it, for now, nodding slowly and telling Max about a new video game you started playing recently. She listens, offers you some kind of response here and there, but truthfully, whatever youâre saying goes in one ear and out the other. Her mind is too unfocused, too distracted.
When she drops you off at class, giving you a small peck on the lips and turns away, you fail to notice the way she twists her lips to the side, that somber feeling weighing on her chest once again.
áŻâ
Thereâs a knock on the door of the Baker house.
You step back, curled hand dropping to your side while the other holds a mini bouquet of Maxâs favorite flowers. Youâre greeted with the sight of Ellen, who flashes you a warm smile and opens the door wider, stepping aside to let you in.
âY/N,â she frowns at you. âWhat are you doing here? Itâs late, honey.â Ellenâs concerned eyes meet your gaze once she closes the door.
âCame by for Max,â you tell her with a smile, holding up the flowers. âWe were supposed to meet up at Blue Farm.â
Ellen nods in understanding and gestures upstairs. âSheâs up in her room.â
You thank her and make your way towards the stairs, waving at Mr. Baker as he passes you by. The walk towards Maxâs bedroom is short, your footsteps creaking under the floorboards. You notice both her and Marcusâ doors are closed, chuckling to yourself at the way they seemed more alike than they thought.
Gently, you twist open the handle of her door and push it open. Max is laying on her bed, back facing you, but she grumbles something about wanting to be left alone, assuming itâs her Mom coming into her room.
You step inside, slow and steady. The door shuts behind you and thatâs when Max finally looks in your direction. Sheâs frowning, confused as to why youâre here, but a second later, her eyes drop down to the flowers in your hand and she gasps out loud, covering her mouth with her hand. Apologies fall from her lips in a rapid stream, coming over to you and wrapping her arms around you.
âItâs alright,â you mumble, reciprocating the hug. Youâre really not that mad that sheâd forgotten about Blue Farmâyouâre more worried about how sheâs feeling, and what sheâs been hiding from you these past few weeks.
âItâs not!â She proclaims, leaning away from you and dropping her head. âIâm so sorry, baby. Ugh, you must be so upset with me.â
You shake your head. âHey, no. Donât think like that. I could never be mad at you, my love.â
Your free hand caresses her face, thumb rubbing over her cheekbone. Max protests at your words, but when she looks at you and still sees that same loving gaze, she sighs loudly and buries her head in the junction between your neck and shoulder, muttering incoherent words under her breath.
You can tell sheâs feeling highly emotional, so you guide her back to her bed, placing the bouquet on her nightstand and shuffle onto the bed. Max falls into your arms in an instant, clinging onto you like sheâs afraid youâll disappear if she lets go.
You place a kiss on the crown of her head, rubbing a hand up and down her back and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
It takes a while for her to calm down, and when she does, comforting words leave your mouth. Theyâre loud with affection, knocking those insecure thoughts out her mind.
âI know you havenât been feeling well for a couple weeks now. Itâs alright, you donât have to tell me anything. But I want you to know itâs okay not to be okay, Max.â
And then, the damn breaks.
Maxâs eyes fill with unshed tears. Your words are like an anchor thatâs grounding her, keeping her in place. She lets out a deep breath, pouring all her thoughts and feelings sheâs kept hidden. You donât interrupt, listening closely as she lets everything outâANG icing her out, her growing worry for Marcus, the sadness sheâs been feeling every day, the weight of having to be fine for the sake of her brother. All of it comes tumbling out in choked gasps and a shaky voice.
The anger you feel at ANG for how theyâve been treating Max lights a fire in your chest, but what comes nextâs knocks the air out of you.
âI didnât say anything because.. I didnât want to be dramatic. I didnât want to make it about me, itâs what everyone says. And you have your own problems, you shouldnât have to deal with mine too.â She confesses, and hiccups from all the crying sheâd been doing.
You sit up, facing her. Your stare is hard, but thereâs a softness lying underneath. âMax, baby, donât ever think I wouldnât deal with your problemsâsmall or big. Youâre important to me, and you shouldnât have to hide your feelings just because you think youâre being dramatic.â
Max sniffles. You cup her cheek and wipe away a few stray tears. âItâs not true, donât believe what others tell you. Your feelings are valid, and youâre allowed to be angry, to be hurt. But please donât hide them from me. Iâm here for you just as much as you are for me.â
She lets out another ragged gasp, clutching onto you. You let her cry into your chest, not caring that she wets your t-shirt. You simply hold her, keeping her up as her walls crumple around her.
The minutes pass by, her cries now at bay.
âI love you.â She whispers it ever so delicately, and your heart stutters in your chest.
âI love you, too.â you repeat the words like a prayer. Itâs raw, tender. The vulnerability in your voice lets Max know you mean it. âNow, câmon, let me see that gorgeous smile.â
Max lifts her head off your chest, and musters up a smile as best as she can. Itâs feint, not entirely there. It isnât like her usual flashy smiles that make your body feel a rush of excitement. Your lips straighten in a thin line at her weak attempt, and after a moment of thought, with a devious look in your eyes, you place a kiss on her nose, featherlight. Then her cheeks, her forehead, the corner of her mouth. All over and around her face.
Maxâs giggles hang in the air, shoving you away from her. âOkay, okay! Stop!â
âThereâs that smile I love.â
She rolls her eyes in exaggeration. Her lips fall ever so slightly, and all thats left is a warm grin gracing her features. She leans up, softly capturing her lips in yours. You kiss her back eagerly, having missed these quiet moments of love.
When the need for air becomes too much, Max leans her forehead against yours. Her breathing is slightly heavy, but her eyes sparkle like normal and her cheeks feel warm.
For a short second, youâre looking into her eyes.
They shimmer with happiness, like stars in the sky. Theyâre bright and colorful, holding so much affection for you in them. You take a moment to breathe before tackling her down and attacking her face with kisses all over again. Max somehow manages to overpower you, laying you on your back as she snuggles into your side. She thinks sheâs finally won, but you turn to lay on your side and kiss all over her face for the third time. Hands at her side, enveloping her. Holding her close.
At first, their light and hold so much gentleness. But the longer you go on, the more sloppy and wet they become, smacking your lips against her skin with the fattest smooth you can conjure up. You alternate between sloppy kisses and quick pecks, and another over exaggerated kiss before falling onto her pillow, cheekily smiling at her.
She huffs, throwing some out of pocket insult at you, and before you can respond, she shuts you up with a kiss of her own.
For the rest of the night, Max cuddles against you, tucked away in the safety of your arms. She lets her head rest in the crook of your neck, fingers trailing over your collarbone as her breath tickles your skin. You smile down at her, and pull her closer to you, tightening your grasp.
HIII!
could u write a maxine x f reader?
during the ang freezout. reader and max started dating a few months ago (bye silverđ).
readers a bunch more reserved than max, quieter, softer, all that. she doesn't really flaunt their relationship out in public. max, of course, does. but r actually likes when she does that. it doesn't bother her and she takes it in full stride, reciprocating the affection.
she's never really been friends friends with max's friends, but she'd hang around them to be near max.
she starts to notice the changes in the dynamics. she's noticing the change in max too, and it completely concerns her. she hates the way they're treating max.
one night, r goes over to max's room. she tells her that it's ok to not be ok and just let's max cuddle her. they cuddle and r kisses all around her face, at first for affection because wow she loves her, then to make her laugh. they're still cuddled up together, r holding max as the kisses get more and more exaggerated. they're sloppy, some quick pecks and some long with an over exaggerated smack at the end.
THANK YOU!!! WE NEED MAXINE CONTENT DESPERATELY!!! abby too ngl bc still love herâď¸
HELLOO thank you for requesting bby! đđ this was so cute and i loveddd writing it đââď¸ i hope you enjoy, writing my first req was lowk nerve wrecking lmaoo
imagine can be found here !
cheap vacation. ( âââ headcanon. )
abby littman x f!stoner!reader.
tags. đˇď¸ drug use (weed), friends w benefits, on again-off again relationship, strangers to friends to lovers (but also not really lovers), r flirts heavily, abby is kinda shameless, unlabeled relationship, they both have commitment issues, kind of toxic?
notes. unedited, unfortunately. some weird fixation i had on fwb!au for abby, and also her having a stoner gf (whoâs not really her gf). this is kinda a test run for a fic iâm planning for her?? yeah, enjoy. also to the person who requested a max imagine, iâm working on it & it should be out later td or tmr <33
nights - frank ocean
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⢠abby was hooked IMMEDIATELY.
⢠brodie was throwing a party, as usual
⢠she smoked with marcus, and that shit was too good for not to ask who was his supplier
⢠he nodded at you, who was standing off in the corner, lazy smile in place as you chatted up with some friends
⢠youâd instantly caught her eye
⢠she didnât approach you at first though, instead she watched you throughout the night
⢠eventually, she walked up to you, asked you for another hit if you had any
⢠and you, who was always packing, nodded with that cheeky smile and led her outside
⢠you spent roughly thirty minutes in the dark, talking with abby. in between youâd take a few hits from the joint while making conversation
⢠abby liked talking with you, the conversation was easy and she didnât feel pressure to make herself seem interesting
⢠that was the first time you ever actually spoke to one another, truth be told
⢠âso, would a pretty like you mind giving me her number?â
⢠after that night, youâd greet one another in the halls, wave over at each other. abby texted you on and off, she wasnât much for keeping up to date with you. still, youâd send her silly texts and the occasional pick up line
⢠you didnât hang out again until she asked if you wanted to skip with her, and soon you were over at her place, mind hazy and feeling fuzzy
⢠abbyâs eyes were downcast as she listened to you ramble on about some movie she couldnât remember the name of but goddamn you looked so hot right now
⢠âi donât think iâve been so attracted to someone so nerdy beforeâ
⢠âhey! iâm not nerdyâ
⢠you werenât, actually. you had nerdy interests but you werenât a full on nerd. still, abby weirdly liked that about you, and your stupid, boyish smile. your half lidded eyes. the way you run a hand through your hair. she wanted you bad
⢠the second time youâre skipping with her is at your place. abby lays on your bed, fiddling around with a fidget cube you had. youâre talking about a weird philosophical dream you had once when she looks up at you, that hazy feeling somehow intensifying her attraction to you
⢠and then, without warning, she kisses you
⢠its slow at first, youâre taken aback and abby is still shocked at her actions
⢠when she pulls away, she considers leaving bc all youâre doing is staring at her, eyes unblinking. but then you place a hand over the small of her back and press your lips to hers
⢠that kicks off the start of your beneficial relationship you and abby had
⢠she didnât want a label, neither did you. but you spent so much time together practically everyone thought you were dating, and sometimes it felt like you really were
⢠thereâs instances when abby feels jealous, knowing she shouldnâtâyou werenât hers
⢠but still, it doesnât stop her from going over to the girls talking to you and dragging you away, kissing you behind closed doors
⢠it wasnât only abby that got jealous tho
⢠whenever she hung around press or tris, you felt a weird burning sensation in your chest. you didnât think much of it until tris walked up to you and asked if abby was seeing anyone
⢠âyeah no, sheâs off limits.â
⢠you didnât give tris much information when she asked who it was, simply walked off and went to go smoke a joint to distract yourself from an oncoming headache
⢠later that day, abby confronted you and asked why youâd done that
⢠it ended in many bad words thrown around and some hurtful comments, eventually you broke whatever you had off
⢠a week goes by, and youâre back with abby
⢠she kissed you in the schoolâs locker room when she overheard a girl from one of your classes wanting to ask you out
⢠âwhat the hell, abs? you canât pull shit like thatâ
⢠âshut up, god, youâre so fucking insufferableâ
⢠the cycle repeats :/
⢠somewhere between the hate kissing and make outs, a part of you feels a sliver of emotion for abby. but the next day you see her awfully close to tris and you shove those feelings deep down
⢠another party, another sight of her with tris
⢠you pulled her away so fast, not even caring how it looked from the outside perspective and kissed her so hard her lips were bruising
⢠lots and lots of making out and getting high and kissing while faded
⢠âhey, wanna try something?â
⢠abby slides over to straddle your waist, takes a hit of the joint, inhales, and then wraps an arm around your neck to bring you closer. she hovers her lips over yours and blows out the smoke, letting it drift from her mouth to yours as you inhale
⢠the next time you and her fight over something so goddamn stupid, abby is left crying and mang tries hard to get her out this relationship thats clearly damaging, but she doesnât want to leave (its more like she canât leaveâyou had too much power over her)
⢠but youâre back at her place not even three days later, begging her to try again
⢠she lets you in, but not without hurting you the way you did to her. she knows its not ideal, but she needed you to feel her pain
⢠months pass by, still no label. whatever you two had, it was an ongoing thing that neither you or abby can never quite settle
thoughts are being thunk⌠wna continue writing for max & brother bsf!reader, TRUST i will be releasing some new works soon âźď¸đđź
Ginny & Georgia
ę¨*¡ never too much. (maxine baker)
ę¨*¡ anchor yourself to me. (maxine baker)
ę¨*¡ abby x f!stoner!reader. (headcanon)
ę¨*¡ fade into you. (padma alturie)
The Summer I Turned Pretty
ę¨*¡ on purpose. (taylor jewel)
That 90s Show
ę¨*¡ transparent soul. (gwen runck)
ę¨*¡ drown in you. (nikki velasco)
Never Too Much
synopsis: You comfort Max after she begins to question her worth, wondering if she truly is too much to deal with.
tags: fem!reader, brothers bsf!reader, fluff
wc. 1.5k
notes. unedited. first imagine, enjoy <3
Your feelings can be a lot sometimes, Max.
Max silently sits in her room, the words of Abby haunting her. She rolls over onto her side in bed, checking the time on her phone and then shutting her eyes, sighing. Her phone drops from her hands and onto the bed with a small thump.
She tries not to let it affect her, she really tries. But the words play in her head like a broken record, looping over and over.
The room is quiet, it makes the noise in her head even louder.
Was this really what everyone thought of her? That she was too much? That her feelings werenât valid enough?
Max knows she feels a lot, itâs not her fault that she wears her heart on her sleeve. She loves with everything in her, lives her life as loudly as possible. It was never a bad thing, so why now?
She grumbles under her breath and sits up against the pillows, raking a hand through her messy hair. Max tries to distract herself for another few minutes, before she decides itâs no use and walks out her bedroom, making her way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
She works swiftly and quietly, making sure not to wake her parents. Itâs only once she places the now empty glass on the drying rack does she notice the sound of the TV. Max walks towards the living room, seeing you sitting comfortably against the couch cushions.
âHey,â she calls out, softly. âWhereâs Marcus?â
âBathroom.â you answer, tossing some popcorn in your mouth. Max nods, sitting down and begins to tap her fingers against her thighs.
You barely pay her any mind, keeping your eyes on the screen.
You knew Max for as long as you knew Marcus, having met at the start of high school. Although Max was the first Baker twin you had met, you were more Marcusâ friend than you were hers. Youâd even go so far as to say that he was your best friend.
Max was nice, kind. But Marcus was the one that you truly bonded with.
Of course, with being over at the Bakersâ house to hang out with Marcus meant seeing his sister a lot more than youâd like to admit.
That also meant you could notice when something was up.
âAre you okay?â you ask, raising a brow and taking a quick look in her direction. Max was being oddly quiet, it somehow worried you.
She nodded and hummed. âMh, all good.â Max shoots you a smile but it doesnât quite reach her eyes.
You briefly examine the room, listening for any indication of Marcus finishing his business in the bathroom. When you come to the conclusion that youâd have enough time for a quick talk, you pause the TV and set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.
âAlright, thatâs clearly a lie.â you say and settle back into the couch, dusting your hands.
Max sighs.
The room is silent.
She doesnât know how you could tell, but you had somehow picked up on her quiet demeanor, her low mood. Max feels oddly happy at this, because at least someone noticed, right?
You were here. Here and willing to listen.
She bits her lip. âIâ I just..â Max cuts herself off, not knowing where to start.
She looks over to you, your eyes on her. Waiting, expecting. Yet thereâs a hint of gentleness, like you didnât care that sheâd just unintentionally interrupted your night.
She fiddles with her fingers, and lets out a breath.
âDo you think Iâm too much?â
Her words fall from her lips softly, almost too soft and too quiet for you to hear. Sheâs afraid of the answer, her eyes trained on the floor.
You donât miss a beat in answering. âYou mean, like, youâre a lot to deal with?â
âYeah,â Max nods, and with enough courage, she finally looks at you. âDo you think itâ itâs true?â
Your eyebrows furrow together, confused. Where was all this coming from? Max was never one to worry about what others thought of her. Shit, if she did, she really hid it well.
âI think.. when you meet someone, you either give too much or too little of yourself. No oneâs ever satisfied. But, for the right person, you can never be too much. Thereâs only enough.â
Max chuckles. Itâs subtle, but itâs enough for you to crack a tiny smile too.
âSorry, I didnât mean to go all philosophical.â you scratch the back of your neck. âWhat I mean is, I donât think youâre too much, Max. Well, okay sometimes you are, but itâs a part for your charm. Nothing to feel bad or embarrassed about.â
You laugh nervously, thinking over if youâd said the right answer or not. Nevertheless, the corner of Maxâs lips twitch into a smile.
Another second of silence passes by, and you hope Max is feeling a lot better. Youâre wondering if the conversation is over, silently watching the girl, until she speaks up again.
Max wrings her hands together once again. âSometimes, Iâ I wonder if people think about me.. as much as I think about them.â
Thereâs something tugging at your chest to pull her close to you. To hold her, comfort her.
So, you pat the spot next to you and peel the blankets off your legs, opening it up for Max to easily sit down beside you and cover herself with the blanket. She does so swiftly, and without hesitation, you drape an arm over her shoulder.
You give a gentle squeeze. âOf course youâre thought about, even if at times it doesnât feel like it.â
âReally?â Max lays her head in the crook of your neck, her voice now a whisper.
Her chest feels heavy, she grips the blanket for some kind of attempt to ground herself. Emotions swirl around in her, too many at a time for her to handle. Max can feel herself slipping further and further away from the edge.
âYes,â you tell her firmly. âAll your friends, your parents, Marcus â even if he doesnât show it â they all think about you.â
She sniffles, her eyes filling with tears. Her vision becomes a little blurry, quickly rubbing her eyes with her knuckles so the tears wonât fall.
âYou think so?â
You give her another reassuring squeeze. âI know so. Myself included, trust me. Youâre important, and youâre selfless, caring. And remember, youâre never too much, âkay?â
Max shuts her eyes tightly. Then, she blinks a couple times until she knows thereâs no tears. She snuggles into the crook of your neck, sighing in content. Her eyelashes brush against your skin, eliciting a giggle from you.
âThank you, Y/N.â
âAnytime,â you have an urge to press a kiss on her temple, but you push that aside and settle for simply holding her.
You sit like that in complete silence. Max falls into you, an arm wrapped around her, providing her with this safe and comforting space. Youâre so caught up in making sure sheâs okay that you donât notice the footsteps walking your way.
âWoah,â you hear Marcus say. âHold on.. what is this?â He asks, scrunching his face up.
âHey, câmon, be nice.â you tell him, shooting him a look as Max gently pulls away. The space where her head was laying now felt cold.
Marcus shakes his head, âDid I somehow walk into an alternate dimension after leaving the bathroom?â
Instead of sitting back beside you, Marcus walks past the both of you and grabs the bowl of popcorn off the table, settling in the other couch. He munches down on some popcorn, chewing in concentrating.
âHaha, very funny.â Max says, laughing sarcastically and scowls. âAss.â
You chortle as Marcus chucks a couple popcorn kernels her way, landing over the blanket covering her legs and her lap. Max easily shoots him a faux smile and takes two kernels, eating them.
âWhat took you so long, anyways?â
âOh, you know, got so distracted by my gorgeous self in the mirror.â He jokes, sending you a wink.
And from that you wink you already know what heâd really been up to. Whatever it was, it had involved Ginny, as usual.
âAre you staying for the rest of the movie?â your question was directed at Max, who looks back at you and then at her brother.
âCan I?â she shoots back. Marcus shrugs soundlessly, continuing to eat some more popcorn.
âI donât mind.â you tell her, reaching for the remote in order to unpause the TV.
Max nods and leans further into the couch, her back now resting against the cushions, much like your own sitting position. Her shoulders ever so briefly brush against yours as she wiggles to get comfortable.
She smiles, thinks that maybe it isnât such a bad thing that she feels too much. Maxine thinks, perhaps, you are right. One day, the right person would come long and she wouldnât be too much.
Sheâd be just enough.
hiiii !! i started this blog bc i couldnât find any maxine baker content on here :( so i figured iâd just write what comes to mind lmao
a few things: i mainly write fem!reader, iâm open to writing for other ginny & georgia (female) characters, tho this blog will be max focused. also, very important - this blog is sfw only !!!
other than that, happy reading <3