solarzzeys

[solarzzeys]

anchor yourself to me.

maxine baker x f!reader.

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. it’s only when you confront her does she finally confide in you.

tags. 🏷️ fluff, established relationship, kisses, cuddles, soft comfort.

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 there’s any typos :(

ᯓ★

Maxine was like an unexpected blessing in disguise, hurling into your life. She was loud, intense, overwhelming.

It started in Biology class.

She’d 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 Max’s 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 you’d have to see Max, but when a project arose, you found yourself growing closer with her as the weeks passed by.

You’d spend time at school working—in the library, out on the field, by the bleachers. Now and then, you’d work at her place. Other times she’d come home with you.

And in those moments, you couldn’t help but notice things about her that you hadn’t 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t back down—not 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 wasn’t a date, at least not yet. Your first date didn’t come until a week later when Max asked you if you’d like to go bowling.

One date turned into two, and two dates turned into three, until you’d 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 well—but you did.

“Guess who?”

There’s 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. “Let’s see, mh.. my imaginary best friend from age six suddenly came to life?”

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. “Sadly not, only your beautiful, talented and gorgeous girlfriend.”

“Shame, I think I’d prefer the imaginary friend.”

“Oh, is that so?” Max raises an eyebrow, gasping. “How unfortunate! You wound me, Y/N.” 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.

“Quick! Someone help me, for my girlfriend no longer loves me!”

Your eyes widen and you quickly reach out to her, pulling her back towards you. You’re laughing at her antics, but your cheeks still flush red from the curious stares of other students.

“Stop it, you dork.” you mumble, flicking her arm.

Max grins like a Cheshire cat, “I hope you know that’s a preview of what would happen if we ever broke up.”

“Well, luckily that’s not going to happen.”

“Mmh.” 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 Max’s 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, you’re walking over to her locker, hand-in-hand. She quickly inputs the combination of her lock and the door swings open. You’re leaning against the next door locker, catching sight of the multiple photos decorating the inside of her locker door. It’s a contrast to your own locker, which is bare and lacking any personality.

There’s 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 too—polaroids, print outs, a strip from a photo booth.

It warms your heart.

Max has always been more…showy 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 spaces—the 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 moments—always 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 it’s not like she was completely hidden.

“Am I walking you over to MANG?” 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.

“It’s only MANG when we’re all together.” She corrects you, and you give her a look as if asking if she was being for real right now. “And uh—no, it’s okay.” Max responds, closing her locker door. “But walk me to AP English?”

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.

ᯓ★

First, it’s a sigh.

What follows after includes a visible slump in her shoulders, a pout present, then a groan of discomfort.

“Okay!” Ellen exclaims, a faux smile in place. Her hands are set on the counter. “Max, honey let’s skip the part where I ask what’s wrong, you lie and tell me it’s nothing, and I pry until you give in. So, clearly somethings going on, mh?”

Max folds her arms over the counter and rests her chin on them. “It’s ANG, they’re being.. weird.”

Ellen lets out a breath and then works around the kitchen, packing out plates and utensils for dinner. “Weird how, sweetheart?”

“They’re distant.” Max says, sitting up and watching her mom. “I can tell they aren’t telling me something, but I just don’t know why.”

Her mom puts down four plates, the sound loud and echoing in the room. “Maybe they’re not ready to talk about it.” She offers poorly, shrugging as if the matter doesn’t hurt Max.

The brunette mumbles a reply under her breath, too low for Ellen to hear. She doesn’t 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 couldn’t 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 there’s still no reply. Max places her phone down, closing her eyes for a brief moment.

She doesn’t notice her brother entering the kitchen until he opens the fridge.

“Marcus!”

The dark haired boy looks over his shoulder at her, a mildly concerned expression on his face. He’s 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.

“That’s my name.” He replies sarcastically, saluting at her.

Max groans, getting off her seat by the kitchen island and stands opposite him. “Has Ginny said anything to you?”

“About..?” He trails off, placing the bottle next to him. Marcus’ hands rests on each of his elbows, his arms crossing over his chest.

Max rolls her eyes. “Anything! Something! I don’t know, but I feel like I’m out of the loop on everything.” She cards a hand through her hair, tugging on it slightly.

Marcus smirks. “Are you worried I’ve replaced you as her favorite Baker sibling?” He taunts her lightly, and she shoots him a blank look.

He thinks back to recent conversations he’s had with the teenager—talks about her mom, her therapy sessions, living with her dad.

“Nah, she hasn’t told me much.”

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 it’s much sadder, her voice soft.

“I just.. I want Ginny to know that I’m here for her. As support for her. I want her to know she can talk to me about anything.”

Nothing prepares Max for her brother’s next few words, but it hits her in the chest, hard—like 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.

“Let it go.” He sighs, squinting his eyes. “Don’t make it about yourself, Max.”

ᯓ★

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 she’s invested, looking as if she’s 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 she’s 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 it’s because your eyes are so beautiful, how can she ever look away?

So, you tap on her hand, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Hey, are you okay?” you question, eyebrows furrowed together and a frown on your lips.

Max nods almost immediately. It’s 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.

“All good,” she responds. Her eyes never meet yours, and though she smiles, it’s unconvincing.

“Come on, darling. You forget I can tell when you’re lying.” 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 you—emotionally, mentally. You’re staring at her with these soft, concerned eyes. It hurts her when she opens her mouth, only for no sound to come out.

Don’t 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. It’s silent chaos in her mind; her heart and brain at war with themselves.

Don’t make it about yourself.

The words of Marcus come back to her so quickly she almost believes it—almost. And then, as the silence stretches further, and you’re still waiting with those damn caring eyes, her mind running with possible answers, Marcus’ words become less of an opinion and more of the truth.

“Alright, fine. You caught me.” Max swallows down her feelings. She can keep her troubles to herself, focus on other things. “I’m just stressed about a Chemistry test later this week.”

You eye her for a moment, not believing her. You can clearly telling something is wrong, but you don’t pry, don’t press for more. Max would come to you—eventually, when she’s ready. So, you take in her reply as the truth and offer her shrug.

“Oh? That’s understandable.” you give her a tiny ghost of a smile. “Hey, if you want, I can help you study for it later.”

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 chest—not 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.

“Thanks, Y/N.” 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.

“You sure you’re alright?” you ask one final time. It’s 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.

“Yeah, perfect.”

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It isn’t 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, you’re standing in the hallway talking to some boy—Josh, you think—from your History class about an upcoming assignment, but your attention isn’t on him. Instead, you’re 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.

They’re talking, but you can tell it’s meaningless conversation in the way Max comments here and there. She’s 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 she’s cracked a joke based on Ginny’s laughter and Norah swatting her against the arm.

But Max?

She only manages a tiny smile.

It’s so unlike her to be this reserved, this antisocial. You’re starting to feel worried about her, it settles deep in your bones, and pulls you further away from the conversation.

“Hello, earth to Y/N?” Josh waves a hand in front of your eyes, distracting you.

You blink back at him, gaze now looking up. “I’m sorry, uh, what were you saying?”

He tilts his head in fake disappointment, tutting at you and ruffles the top of your head. You scowl, hastily fixing the mess he’d made.

“Never mind, we’ll talk again in class.” Josh bids you a goodbye and you wave in return, “See you.”

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.

“Hey.” you greet, shooting each of them a smile.

You weren’t 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.

“What’s up, silly strings?” Abby nods at you. Her tone is teasing, using that godawful nickname from last year when you’d 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 didn’t plan to stick around long enough for any conversation to happen.

There’s a beat of awkward silence, Norah’s 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. “Walk me to my next class?”

Max’s eyes shoot up. They dart around for a bit, looking at each of her friends. Some weird, silent conversation they’re having, most probably. She musters up a grin, but it doesn’t seem all that convincing.

“Of course,” she voices out a moment later. “Anything for my pretty girl.”

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.

“Everything okay?” you look at her with those same worried eyes once you’re far enough away from the girls. “That seemed.. strange.”

“Ah, it’s just a little tension. Ginny has her moms’ trial and Norah’s.. going through some stuff. And Abby, well, you know how she is.”

It’s a weak attempt at covering up what’s 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 you’re 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.

ᯓ★

There’s 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 Max’s favorite flowers. You’re greeted with the sight of Ellen, who flashes you a warm smile and opens the door wider, stepping aside to let you in.

“Y/N,” she frowns at you. “What are you doing here? It’s late, honey.” Ellen’s concerned eyes meet your gaze once she closes the door.

“Came by for Max,” you tell her with a smile, holding up the flowers. “We were supposed to meet up at Blue Farm.”

Ellen nods in understanding and gestures upstairs. “She’s up in her room.”

You thank her and make your way towards the stairs, waving at Mr. Baker as he passes you by. The walk towards Max’s bedroom is short, your footsteps creaking under the floorboards. You notice both her and Marcus’ 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 it’s her Mom coming into her room.

You step inside, slow and steady. The door shuts behind you and that’s when Max finally looks in your direction. She’s frowning, confused as to why you’re 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.

“It’s alright,” you mumble, reciprocating the hug. You’re really not that mad that she’d forgotten about Blue Farm—you’re more worried about how she’s feeling, and what she’s been hiding from you these past few weeks.

“It’s not!” She proclaims, leaning away from you and dropping her head. “I’m so sorry, baby. Ugh, you must be so upset with me.”

You shake your head. “Hey, no. Don’t think like that. I could never be mad at you, my love.”

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 she’s 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 she’s afraid you’ll 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. They’re loud with affection, knocking those insecure thoughts out her mind.

“I know you haven’t been feeling well for a couple weeks now. It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me anything. But I want you to know it’s okay not to be okay, Max.”

And then, the damn breaks.

Max’s eyes fill with unshed tears. Your words are like an anchor that’s grounding her, keeping her in place. She lets out a deep breath, pouring all her thoughts and feelings she’s kept hidden. You don’t interrupt, listening closely as she lets everything out—ANG icing her out, her growing worry for Marcus, the sadness she’s 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 they’ve been treating Max lights a fire in your chest, but what comes next’s knocks the air out of you.

“I didn’t say anything because.. I didn’t want to be dramatic. I didn’t want to make it about me, it’s what everyone says. And you have your own problems, you shouldn’t have to deal with mine too.” She confesses, and hiccups from all the crying she’d been doing.

You sit up, facing her. Your stare is hard, but there’s a softness lying underneath. “Max, baby, don’t ever think I wouldn’t deal with your problems—small or big. You’re important to me, and you shouldn’t have to hide your feelings just because you think you’re being dramatic.”

Max sniffles. You cup her cheek and wipe away a few stray tears. “It’s not true, don’t believe what others tell you. Your feelings are valid, and you’re allowed to be angry, to be hurt. But please don’t hide them from me. I’m here for you just as much as you are for me.”

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.

“I love you.” She whispers it ever so delicately, and your heart stutters in your chest.

“I love you, too.” you repeat the words like a prayer. It’s raw, tender. The vulnerability in your voice lets Max know you mean it. “Now, c’mon, let me see that gorgeous smile.”

Max lifts her head off your chest, and musters up a smile as best as she can. It’s feint, not entirely there. It isn’t 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.

Max’s giggles hang in the air, shoving you away from her. “Okay, okay! Stop!”

“There’s that smile I love.”

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, you’re looking into her eyes.

They shimmer with happiness, like stars in the sky. They’re 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 she’s 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.

[solarzzeys]

HIII!

could u write a maxine x f reader?

during the ang freezout. reader and max started dating a few months ago (bye silver🙄).

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 her✊️

HELLOO thank you for requesting bby! 💞💞 this was so cute and i loveddd writing it 🙂‍↕️ i hope you enjoy, writing my first req was lowk nerve wrecking lmaoo

imagine can be found here !

[solarzzeys]

cheap vacation. ( ┈┈★ headcanon. )

abby littman x f!stoner!reader.

tags. 🏷️ 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 (who’s not really her gf). this is kinda a test run for a fic i’m planning for her?? yeah, enjoy. also to the person who requested a max imagine, i’m working on it & it should be out later td or tmr <33

nights - frank ocean

ᯓ★

• 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

• you’d instantly caught her eye

• she didn’t 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 you’d take a few hits from the joint while making conversation

• abby liked talking with you, the conversation was easy and she didn’t feel pressure to make herself seem interesting

• that was the first time you ever actually spoke to one another, truth be told

• “so, would a pretty like you mind giving me her number?”

• after that night, you’d greet one another in the halls, wave over at each other. abby texted you on and off, she wasn’t much for keeping up to date with you. still, you’d send her silly texts and the occasional pick up line

• you didn’t 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

• abby’s eyes were downcast as she listened to you ramble on about some movie she couldn’t remember the name of but goddamn you looked so hot right now

• “i don’t think i’ve been so attracted to someone so nerdy before”

• “hey! i’m not nerdy”

• you weren’t, actually. you had nerdy interests but you weren’t 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 you’re skipping with her is at your place. abby lays on your bed, fiddling around with a fidget cube you had. you’re 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, you’re taken aback and abby is still shocked at her actions

• when she pulls away, she considers leaving bc all you’re 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 didn’t 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

• there’s instances when abby feels jealous, knowing she shouldn’t—you weren’t hers

• but still, it doesn’t stop her from going over to the girls talking to you and dragging you away, kissing you behind closed doors

• it wasn’t only abby that got jealous tho

• whenever she hung around press or tris, you felt a weird burning sensation in your chest. you didn’t think much of it until tris walked up to you and asked if abby was seeing anyone

• “yeah no, she’s off limits.”

• you didn’t 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 you’d 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 you’re back with abby

• she kissed you in the school’s locker room when she overheard a girl from one of your classes wanting to ask you out

• “what the hell, abs? you can’t pull shit like that”

• “shut up, god, you’re so fucking insufferable”

• 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

• “hey, wanna try something?”

• 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 doesn’t want to leave (its more like she can’t leave—you had too much power over her)

• but you’re 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

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thoughts are being thunk… wna continue writing for max & brother bsf!reader, TRUST i will be releasing some new works soon ‼️🙏🏼

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series masterlist.

NOTE — this masterlist includes imagines/fics that follow a storyline and are split up into chapters, instead of writing multi-part imagines.

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HOOKUP CULTURE — a. littman

in which . . . your on-again-off again relationship with your girlfriend takes a turn for the worst, more so than you ever expected. your world becomes even more intense once you join hunter’s band as the new guitarist, where you meet abby— a girl who thrives off spontaneity and lives for the thrill of the rush. it isn’t long before a moment sparks something between you and her, but hey, a little fun never hurt anyone, right?

status. coming soon.

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IN YOUR ARMS — m. baker

in which . . . max —quite literally— stumbles into your life, and before you know it, you’re taking her to the schools’ nurse for a sprained ankle. from there onwards, your paths begin to unintentionally cross at any given moment. (it’s not like you were complaining, anyway.)

status. coming soon.

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special masterlist.

NOTE — this masterlist includes stories that are written under, or within, the same universe. it doesn’t necessarily follow an exact storyline, but rather oneshots and different scenarios of an overall narrative.

COMPASS . . . [maxine x brothers bsf!reader]

never too much ➝ favors ➝ shout it out ➝ is it a crime? ➝ breath away

LOVERS ROCK ➥ abby x baker sibling!reader

nothing yet . . .

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imagines masterlist.

🌷 - fluff | ☁️ - angst |

MAXINE BAKER.

▸ never too much. (oneshot) 🌷

▸ anchor yourself to me. (oneshot) 🌷

▸ heart to heart. (oneshot) ☁️

ABBY LITTMAN.

▸ abby x f!stoner!reader. (headcanon)

▸ here with you. (oneshot) 🌷

GINNY MILLER.

▸ jealous!ginny x f!reader. (headcanon)

NORAH COHEN.

nothing to see yet . . .

PADMA ALTURIE.

▸ fade into you. (oneshot) 🌷

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never too much.

maxine baker x f!reader.

synopsis. 💌 you comfort max after she begins to question her worth, wondering if she truly is too much to deal with.

tags. 🏷️ brothers bsf!reader, fluff-ish

notes. unedited. first imagine, enjoy <3

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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 weren’t valid enough?

Max knows she feels a lot, it’s 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 it’s 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. It’s 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.

“Hey,” she calls out, softly. “Where’s Marcus?”

“Bathroom.” 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 Marcus’ friend than you were hers. You’d 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 Bakers’ house to hang out with Marcus meant seeing his sister a lot more than you’d like to admit.

That also meant you could notice when something was up.

“Are you okay?” 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. “Mh, all good.” Max shoots you a smile but it doesn’t 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 you’d have enough time for a quick talk, you pause the TV and set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

“Alright, that’s clearly a lie.” you say and settle back into the couch, dusting your hands.

Max sighs.

The room is silent.

She doesn’t 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. “I— I just..” Max cuts herself off, not knowing where to start.

She looks over to you, your eyes on her. Waiting, expecting. Yet there’s a hint of gentleness, like you didn’t care that she’d just unintentionally interrupted your night.

She fiddles with her fingers, and lets out a breath.

“Do you think I’m too much?”

Her words fall from her lips softly, almost too soft and too quiet for you to hear. She’s afraid of the answer, her eyes trained on the floor.

You don’t miss a beat in answering. “You mean, like, you’re a lot to deal with?”

“Yeah,” Max nods, and with enough courage, she finally looks at you. “Do you think it— it’s true?”

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.

“I think.. when you meet someone, you either give too much or too little of yourself. No one’s ever satisfied. But, for the right person, you can never be too much. There’s only enough.”

Max chuckles. It’s subtle, but it’s enough for you to crack a tiny smile too.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go all philosophical.” you scratch the back of your neck. “What I mean is, I don’t think you’re too much, Max. Well, okay sometimes you are, but it’s a part for your charm. Nothing to feel bad or embarrassed about.”

You laugh nervously, thinking over if you’d said the right answer or not. Nevertheless, the corner of Max’s lips twitch into a smile.

Another second of silence passes by, and you hope Max is feeling a lot better. You’re wondering if the conversation is over, silently watching the girl, until she speaks up again.

Max wrings her hands together once again. “Sometimes, I— I wonder if people think about me.. as much as I think about them.”

There’s 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. “Of course you’re thought about, even if at times it doesn’t feel like it.”

“Really?” 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.

“Yes,” you tell her firmly. “All your friends, your parents, Marcus — even if he doesn’t show it — they all think about you.”

She sniffles, her eyes filling with tears. Her vision becomes a little blurry, quickly rubbing her eyes with her knuckles so the tears won’t fall.

“You think so?”

You give her another reassuring squeeze. “I know so. Myself included, trust me. You’re important, and you’re selfless, caring. And remember, you’re never too much, ‘kay?”

Max shuts her eyes tightly. Then, she blinks a couple times until she knows there’s no tears. She snuggles into the crook of your neck, sighing in content. Her eyelashes brush against your skin, eliciting a giggle from you.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Anytime,” 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. You’re so caught up in making sure she’s okay that you don’t notice the footsteps walking your way.

“Woah,” you hear Marcus say. “Hold on.. what is this?” He asks, scrunching his face up.

“Hey, c’mon, be nice.” 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, “Did I somehow walk into an alternate dimension after leaving the bathroom?”

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.

“Haha, very funny.” Max says, laughing sarcastically and scowls. “Ass.”

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.

“What took you so long, anyways?”

“Oh, you know, got so distracted by my gorgeous self in the mirror.” He jokes, sending you a wink.

And from that you wink you already know what he’d really been up to. Whatever it was, it had involved Ginny, as usual.

“Are you staying for the rest of the movie?” your question was directed at Max, who looks back at you and then at her brother.

“Can I?” she shoots back. Marcus shrugs soundlessly, continuing to eat some more popcorn.

“I don’t mind.” 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 isn’t 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 wouldn’t be too much.

She’d be just enough.

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20 | she/they | wlw | enfp

ginny & georgia content. — sfw only!

➥ m.list / ➥ special m.list / ➥ series m.list

recent works ➹ never too much. [maxine x f!reader] ➹ cheap vacation. [abby x f!stoner!reader] ➹ anchor yourself to me. [maxine x f!reader]

requests - open. / rules - i will write sfw only, fluff, angst, gxg only, clear storyline is needed.

ᯓ★ coming soon ! in your arms, maxine baker.

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hiiii !! i started this blog bc i couldn’t find any maxine baker content on here :( so i figured i’d just write what comes to mind lmao

a few things: i mainly write fem!reader, i’m 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