#maxley fic

[pockspocket]

They're such losers...and are in love <3

[icequeenlila]

Context: They had a funny accident in a grocery store and almost kissed. Now they're in the car (convertible) and Max is teasing Bradley about it.

Max only laughed more, shaking his head as he did so. “It kinda was my own fault. Next time just tell me when I’m pushing too far.”

“You’re always pushing too far!”, Bradley called over the roar of the wind.

“Can’t help it!”, Max called back. “You’re way too cute when you’re flustered.”

“I wasn’t flustered!”

“So flustered.”

“Shut up!”

“Will you kiss me if I do?”

Bradley choked on whatever else he was about to say. He bent over slightly, trying to catch his breath.

“Shit”, he heard Max chuckle next to him, a hand coming down to his back and swatting down a few times, until Bradley seemed to be able to breathe again.

“Too far?”

“Always”, Bradley grumbled, sitting back straight.

“Sorry”, Max said, not sounding sorry at all.

That bitch.

“What are you doing?”, Bradley asked when he noticed the car slowing down.

“I’m stopping the car.”

“Why?”

“Because we can’t talk over all this noise.”

Bradley felt slight panic rise inside his chest as Max slowly let the car come to a stop on the side of the road. They were in the middle of nowhere, green landscape to their left and a huge field of sunflowers to their right.

“We don’t have to talk at all”, he protested. “Keep driving.”

“Brad.” Max said, looking Bradley straight in the eyes. “We almost kissed. We should talk about it.”

Bradley stared him right down, his stomach fluttering like a traitor. “Keep. Driving.”

“I. Won’t.” There was that damn smirk again. “Just admit you like me and totally wanted to kiss me.”

Bradley was in need of a word for a stronger color than red, because the heat on his face definitely broke all previous records.

He was still staring a Max, lips pursed and nose blown.

“If you won’t drive”, he said, voice tight with embarrassment. “I’ll just walk.”

Max frowned at him. “Wha- Wait!”

But Bradley had already pushed open the door of the car and was stepping outside. Fuck this guy. He wanted to pressure him into admitting his feelings? No way.

“So you just leave me with your car and the keys?”, Max called after him.

Bradley was walking towards the sunflowers. Why, he didn’t know. He liked sunflowers. They were his favorite. He heard the thud of a car door being shut behind him, and the sound of the car getting locked.

“I still have my phone, dipshit!”, he called over his shoulder, speeding up a bit now that he knew Max was following him. “All I have to do is call the police and report my car missing. I’ll have you behind bars by this evening!”

Max laughed at that, his voice sounding closer now. Bradley refused to turn around, but the soft, rhythmical thuds behind him told him that Max was jogging up to him. He would be next to Bradley in no time.

Bradley couldn’t have that.

So, he started running himself. Straight for the sunflowers.

“Are you for real!?”, he heard Max’ voice behind him, and the boy was still laughing. “You’d rather get lost in a flower labyrinth than just confess to me!?”

“Watch me!”

Bradley picked up his pace, not even stopping when he reached the edge of the flower field. The sunflowers were in full bloom, their blossoms towering way over Bradley’s head. Bradley cut right through them, pushing away thick flower stems, until he found a narrow food path that ran through the field.

“Brad!” Max had an incredulous tone to his voice, like he couldn’t actually believe he was chasing someone – Bradley of all people – through a flower field.

“Not my name!”, Bradley called back and he couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from his chest.

The bodily activity made his heart beat faster, the thrill of the chase making him feel somewhat euphoric.

He heard Max’ laughing as he pushed forward, making his way through the floral labyrinth. “Keep complaining, like that I know where you are!”

The implied threat in his words made Bradley giggle with excitement.

The chase went on like that until Bradley finally felt his breath run short. He got slower and slower until he had just to accept that he wouldn’t be the winner of this race.

Funny. The second race he lost to Max, and this time he wasn’t even mad.

“Got ya!”, Max called when his hand grabbed onto Bradley’s shoulder.

Bradley just let out a breathy giggle, letting himself be spun around by the boy. He felt almost high, his heart still beating rapidly from all the running, Max’ strong arms wrapping around his middle and pulling him in.

“The fuck, Goof?”, he breathed, stemming his hands against Max’ shoulders, only halfheartedly trying to push him off.

“I caught you”, Max said and his brown eyes were blown wide, a dopy look inside them. “Now admit that you like me.”

“I don’t!”, Bradley protested, lightly pushing at the boy’s shoulders.

His head was spinning. Max was close. His hold on Bradley was firm. He could feel the strength inside the boy’s arms as Max kept him in place, pulling him in against his chest. Fuck.

“Say you like me.”

Bradley just laughed breathily, shaking his head.

Max was grinning up at him, that cute gap showing again. Bradley could feel Max’ breath hit the skin of his chin, warm and somewhat moist and sending a shiver down his spine. He felt his guts pull tight, a tingly sensation spreading through his entire body.

“Admit that you like me and totally tried to kiss me back there”, Max kept teasing, leaning in closer.

“I don’t and I didn’t”, Bradley protested, but it was breathy, barely more than a whisper.

He took a step back and Max just followed him, his arms still circled around Bradley’s waist. Fuck, he was getting light headed. He had to get out of this situation or … or …

He couldn’t think anymore.

“’kay then. I’ll make it easier for you”, Max kept on and his voice sounded just as breathless as Bradley’s.

“I like you”, Max said, his voice a deep whisper. “And I totally wanted you to kiss me back there.”

Bradley died and came back to life in a matter of seconds, heat blooming inside his chest and spreading through his entire body. There was just Max’ warmth, Max’ breath, Max’ arms wrapped around him, Max, Max, Max.

“What?”

There was no sound to his voice. At least he couldn’t hear it over the low buzz in his ears.

Max was loosening his hold on Bradley’s waist, one of his hands wandering down to rest on his hip, the other caressing up and down Bradley’s side with featherlight touch that made his stomach tingle and his vision blur.

“I want to kiss you, Bradley”, Max said, and he was close enough now that Bradley could feel his hot breath ghost over his own lips.

If somebody had asked him what his name was right now, Bradley couldn’t have answered. His head was thoroughly empty, nothing on his mind but Max.

“Max”, he whispered, because it was the only word he could formulate at the moment.

“Can I kiss you, Bradley?”

Max eyes were heavily lidded, jumping between Bradley’s eyes and lips. He felt the tip of Max’ nose brush oh so faintly against his own, their breath mixing as he leaned in closer and closer.

“Max”, he breathed, his fingers gripping down on Max’ shoulders as his knees went weak.

“Push me away if you don’t want it”, Max said and Bradley could taste him on his tongue, could taste the warm air from Max’ mouth.

He was dizzy, everything a warm buzz. His head was empty and his whole body vibrating with the heavy pounding of his heart beat.

“Push me away”, Max whispered as he came impossibly closer, the sides of their noses brushing together, their lips only millimeters apart.

Bradley couldn’t have moved for the life of him. The last thing he wanted was to push Max away.

“’kay then”, Max breathed and Bradley felt his smile against his own lips, despite no longer being able to see it.

Max looked up at him one more time, giving him one last chance to push him away, to stop this from happening. Bradley didn’t budge.

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Hehe. Mean cut, I know.

Link to 'Good Luck, Babe!' on ao3. (This scene is from chapter 5)

[gh0stbeeee]

Chapter 5 of my Maxley fic Steel Teeth and Crimson Blood is up!

Do you love unhinged, crazy Bradley that absolutely loses it but has a little soft spot for Max? You might like my fic!

Lot's of heavy stuff though, make sure you read the tags! Enjoy! Comments are always super appreciated :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56378797/chapters/216465461

Summary:

Because every action has Consequences, every choice, good or bad. Even winning. Max learns this first hand. Bradley had thought he'd needed to win the X Games, not just because he wanted to. Now, he had no choice but to go back to his dark, bloody past to salvage even a small part of his future. Together, the two of them are in a mess much worse than the X Games could have ever hoped to be— full of violence, dirty money, and life or death stakes. Max just hopes he can get back before his sophomore year in one piece, but if everything else isn't the death of him, he's sure Bradley will be. Set after the movie.

[icequeenliafics]

Good Luck, Babe! [Maxley]

“Should get dressed”, Brad murmured in that sleep drunken voice as he smiled up at him through heavy lidded eyes. “Or I’ll keep you here.”

Max smiled, gently putting down Bradley’s hand to rest on the sheets, so he could place both his elbows to either side of Brad's head. Their legs tangled together beneath the sheets as he was lying half atop of him now. A slight giggle escaped the boy beneath him as Max leaned in to brush their noses together and Max felt drunk on the sound.

“You know I’d love to stay”, he whispered against Bradley’s lips, smiling as he felt Brad’s breath hitch, body tensing beneath him. “See you later?”

Blue eyes locked onto his, searching for something there. Max was pretty sure Bradley found what he was looking for when he felt slim but firm fingers at the back of his neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss.

Bradley initiating physical contact was a rarity on its own, let alone the ferocity he was leading with. Max pretty much melted on top of him as Brad's fingers fisted in his hair, pulling him down to bring their mouths together in a firm slide, lips parting immediately, breath mixing hotly between them.

Max didn't even try to hold in the deep sigh that fell from his lips as Bradley’s tongue caressed him with a prodding invitation. He was afraid to crush Brad beneath him, but his arms felt like jelly all of a sudden, his head heavy as he pressed down, down, down to get as close as possible.

Mind fuzzy, body limp, Max let himself drown in Brad, completely lost to the world. There was nothing but the beautiful boy beneath him, who held him close, who pulled him tight, whose skin was so incredibly soft and warm beneath his fingers, who somehow tasted of love and butterflies despite their morning breath.

Only Brad and the tingling sensation spreading from Max’ belly through his entire body. Only Brad and their shared breath, thick air that reached his lungs but left him breathless still.

At some point Max felt like he was about to suffocate, but still he was unable to pull away. Like a drowning sailor, lured by the siren song. If suffocation was the price for having Bradley kiss him this way, Max would gladly pay it.

But before it could get this far, they were startled by loud cluttering from outside. They broke apart, gasping for air, Brad’s hands still in Max’ hair and their foreheads aligned as they tried to catch their breath.

“Shit!”, Roxanne’s distressed voice rang through the apartment.

Still panting pretty badly Bradley frowned up at Max. “She better not make a mess of my kitchen.”

Max couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up his chest at the sight; Brad, all disheveled hair and kiss-swollen lips, looking awfully pissed at the thought of somebody messing with his kitchen. He still felt pretty dizzy, unable to wipe the dopey grin from his face.

“Nah, that’s my job, remember?”, he asked, pressing a tiny peck on the top of Bradley’s nose.

“Ha-ha.” Brad gave him an annoyed look, hands sliding out of Max’ hair now. But Max saw the smile on his lips, even if he tried to hide it. “You should get dressed.” The corners of his mouth jumped, dark blue eyes glancing down at Max’ lips. “Think you already took more than five minutes.”

Brad bit his lower lip in order to suppress the mischievous grin that tried to spread on his lips and Max could only shake his head smiling. There was a jealous side to Bradley and Max had to admit it was kinda hot.

“Best five minutes of my life”, he grinned, leaning down to press one last kiss to the corner of Bradley’s mouth. His chest grew all warm and fuzzy when it made Brad giggle.

God, he loved that boy. And today was the day he would finally tell him.

“Not sure if I’ll find anything in my wardrobe though”, Max said teasingly, and when Brad only frowned up at him he hooked a finger into the collar of his own shirt that Braldey was currently wearing. “Keep stealing my stuff”, he said. “I love this look on you.”

The moment was over when Bradley flushed bright pink and shoved a hand into Max’ face out of embarrassment. “Just get off me, Goof!"

Max laughed.

Link to 'Good Luck, Babe!' on ao3

[how-to-train-your-heartless]

🚨Maxley fans, I come bearing juicy corporate-enemies-to-lovers drama🚨

I stayed up late the last two nights outlining and drafting the first few chapters of this fic, and I've finally published chapter one. It features disabled bisexual disaster Max, maniacal CEO Bradley Uppercrust III, and Roxanne actually being an important part of the story. If any of that sounds intriguing to you, please check it out.

Here's a synopsis:

Ten years after his first victory at the college X-Games, and Max Goof is certain he's hit rock bottom.

It's been four years since the fall that cost him everything. His pro skating career, his digninty, and most recently, his girlfriend, Mona. Now, he's pouring what's left of himself into X-treme Innovation, a small company that designs skate gear. His saving grace, forged from the ashes of a former life.

But when Bradley Uppercrust III acquires the company, Max learns that things can, in fact, get worse. Adding insult to injury, Bradley's engaged to Roxanne, Max's high school sweetheart.

Forced to work alongside the man who once tried to destroy him, Max discovers there's more to Bradley than he ever knew. As boundaries blur and old rivalries reignite, both men must confront the past they can't escape, and a future neither saw coming.

Some landings are harder than others, but sometimes the crash is worth it.

You can read the fic here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64250338

[justanotherali3nn]

I physically NEED a fic based off of 18 by anarbor for Maxley!!!!!! I would inject that shit into my bloodstream..

[life-is-curious]

How do you guys feel about fics that constantly on jump between different characters perspectives?

Asking for a friend...

[smeepyhead]

is that human max goof? in a spider-man suit?!?! plot twist! 🤯

sketch is based on my spider-man au maxley fanfic! check it out :]