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rain and plans.

Summary: Rain can ruin plans or improve them. Cw. Fluff.

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He had planned everything, from where they would go to have a coffee and then go to an arcade, to culminate in the restaurant that they both liked the most. Everything was already planned, the rain? Not so much. The downpour worsened as time passed, it did not diminish for nothing. Max felt cheated in some way, that he remembered he had seen the weather and there was sunny weather that day maybe some fresh wind but from that to torrential rain that little by little seemed to take everything in its path not at all.

"Staring at the rain through the window won't make it stop raining pretty boy" a girl commented with subtle grace as she hugged Max from behind her, barely looking over her shoulder.

Max visibly relaxed when he felt that already recognizable pair of arms surround him and press against her body with affection, he could distinguish the touch of his girlfriend and how she hugged him. With a sigh that he couldn't contain, he turned around to face the pretty face of his girlfriend who seemed to analyze him with great care and only smiled at him somewhat disappointed.

"I had already planned our date [Name]" the taller one confessed without any shame before leaving a kiss on his partner's nose and hugging her more firmly "I feel a little cheated, I even checked the weather and it said that today would be sunny"

The Thunderman's voice seemed to get lower at the end of his confession and with an affectionate chuckle [Name] he moved away from the embrace a little to get a good look at his face and hold his cheeks in his hands. Max for his part felt the warm and smooth hands of his girlfriend on his cheeks, he felt the care she took to hold him as if he could break it or if it were made of the most fragile porcelain, it felt good to be loved like that, in a gentle and romantic way.

"Max the fact that you have planned the date is enough for me, we could do anything and I would be happy just being by your side" [Name] said with the sweetest and most sincere voice before sealing her words with an even more kiss. sweet and that left a thin layer of gloss on the lips of others.

Heart pounding against his ribcage and blood pumping at full speed, the taller man carefully held his partner's hips, wishing the kiss wouldn't end, wishing he could taste more of the watermelon gloss on her lips and enjoy your hands on his skin. . . Max still didn't know how intensely he could love and how much he could give of himself and receive from you, how much love a relationship could hold until you came into his life laying waste to everything in your path and turning his world upside down, making him laugh until you said nothing. cheeks ache and provoke feelings that at some point you thought were corny but now were natural, wanting to kiss you more, for a hug to last longer or for a day not to end so quickly.

"Then we could watch a movie" Max whispered still against your lips, drunk and lost in the blur of your love and satisfying feelings.

"And eat something, we can cook together even" snapped smiling [Name] still on her boyfriend's lips, leaving a chaste kiss before letting her go.

Max, with a smile that he couldn't hide from her, let her go from her arms and looked at her again, without getting tired; You were beautiful in his eyes in every facet of you from the moment you wake up until you go to sleep and in the middle of the day.

"That sounds like a perfect plan, I'll go get some snacks and you pick the movie, we'll cook later."

Before leaving for the kitchen, Max didn't hold back and grabbed [Name] to steal a kiss and some more of that watermelon-flavored gloss. [Name] with an amused smile chased Max away and went to her partner's room to get comfortable and look for a movie they both liked, without even seeing Max's mother; Barb had seen them from the top of the stairs, still unable to believe the happiness that both had shown since the beginning of their relationship.

The house was softly silent, only occasionally broken by thunder.

In the kitchen Max was looking for the snacks that he knew [Name] liked, he used to bring them home for when he visits him, because he will never forget that tender blush when he confessed that he had his favorite drinks and snacks at home for when he went, it was a nice touch which he soon replicated by starting to store your favorite flavor of chips, some juice or tea, even some sweets that he kept in his room. They were small things that he found himself doing more frequently since their relationship began. Once with what he was looking for in his hands he was going to leave the kitchen but was taken by surprise when his mother cut him off with a half hug before leaving the kitchen with sandwiches in her hands.

"I see that your relationship is going perfectly, Max" Barb said happily, letting go of her son, admiring how he was carrying a large package of chips of your favorite flavor and a thermos of iced tea, a special thermos for you when you were at home, those details were what they solidified in everyone's eyes that they were a couple certainly thoughtful "I'm very happy for you son"

She could only smile, although she wanted not to, he was unconscious and it felt good that his happiness was seen by his mother, it was nice how she had said she felt when she saw that he lived with your father.

"I'm lucky to have her by my side mom"

Barb felt her heart warm when she saw how Max now freely accepted his emotions and feelings, it was amazing in a good way and since he was the best version of himself, maybe that was due to [Name's] influence.

"So don't let her go Max, now she sees that she is waiting for you"

No need to say it twice as Max immediately went to his room, closing the hatch behind him. Barb could only smile when she saw how her son grew for the better, how he developed and advanced more, matured and grew, it was what caused her the most happiness because that was the only thing she wished for her son with that same feeling she decided to go with her husband and leave the pair of lovebirds alone and later they could all have dinner together.

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It was already late at night, the Thunderman family was setting the table adding one more plate for you, they were already more than familiar that sometimes you stayed for dinner with them and you were more than welcome whenever you wanted to come. Barb and Hank finished setting up the table to begin serving.

"Will you be able to go get your brother and his girlfriend Phoebe?" I question the Father of the family; Hank leaving the large pitcher of iced tea for dinner on the table.

Phoebe, who was helping with other things in the kitchen, only limited herself to affirming before going to her brother's room, coming out of the tunnel that closed the hatch, she tried not to make too much noise when she landed on her feet, and the sight was both tender and disturbing. disturbing because she was not used to seeing her brother like this but the change was welcome since her happiness could be seen; You were both lying on the bed and Max had you resting on his shoulder, the discarded laptop still on the side of the black coverlet and you were asleep, even asleep his brother was looking for you since she had you fastened and well wrapped next to him . He was cute, and he couldn't help but take a flash photo that woke up Max but not you who just hid.

"What are you doing here?" Max asked quietly.

"Mom said that she will let you know that dinner is ready and come upstairs, if you want, of course" she answered, amused, before showing her cell phone screen with her photo and leaving before they could say anything to her.

Max sighed and carefully moved you to wake up complementing your awakening with a kiss on your hundred, you stirred a bit before waking up completely.

"Do you want to have dinner with my family love?" questioned Max, seeing how your eyes cleared from sleep and stayed on his face for a few seconds before kissing his cheek.

"Sounds good to me, although next time we have to cook together Max, yes?"

And if there was something that I could not resist, it was your beautiful eyes that radiated a spectacular shine and as if sweetened your most innocent and inoffensive requests with light kisses on the cheeks, jaw, part of the neck before sealing your request with a kiss on the cheeks. lips.

Quizás la lluvia no había arruinado por completo sus planes.

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infiniteimaginings · 3 months

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hello! can i request a max thunderman fic where he falls in love with a girl who seems like a goody two shoes but can be casually manipulative in a way nobody notices? thank you!

Sweet Deception (Max Thuderman x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Max doesn't like the reader because she's similar to Phoebe. A goody two shoes, follows the rules, never breaks curfew. His locker is unfortunately next to hers and he has a few classes with the reader so he hears snippets of her conversations. These conversations peak his interest, not because of the subject, but because of how she responds within them. You intrigue him. Pronouns: She/Her, You/Yours Warnings: Manipulative words, manipulation tactics. Word Count: 2.9k A/N: Sorry that this took a week lol, I literally did everything but write this TvT. I think this is casually manipulative, I had to research subtle manipulation. Also, I focused more on the manipulation aspect so he isn't like, head over heels in love with her. I hope that's okay.

Max Thunderman walked up the stairs of his lair in the basement, making his way to the kitchen. When he looked over he saw Phoebe and you, sitting and watching tv. The two of you heard his footsteps and turned to face him. His face contorted in disgust at how in sync the two girls facing him were, “Ugh.” He grunted, rolling his eyes and walking to the kitchen area.

Phoebe crinkled her brows as she crossed her arms, “What are you grunting about?” She asked him, not moving from her spot, you looking over as well, letting out an inaudible sigh. Max grabbed a drink from the fridge and smiled sarcastically at her, “When I see you and your practical carbon copy,” He spoke, leaning his back on the kitchen island, “I find the need to vomit.” He told her, nodding his head with the scrunch of his nose. Phoebe stuck her tongue out to him childishly, Max doing the same and hopping up the steps and kicking the button to his lair.

You bit the inside of your cheek, adjusting yourself on the couch. “Phoebe,” You said her name, causing her to turn back to you. “I actually have other things to do today, so if we aren’t doing anything I’m just gonna go.” You told her, standing up. The girl stood and awkwardly smiled, nodding, “Yeah! Of course, sorry.” She said apologetically, rubbing the back of her neck. She opened the door for you and you said your goodbyes, giving her a small hug and walking away, typing on your phone.

Phoebe closed the front door and breathed out a puff of air, causing her hair to move out of her face. Max still stood on the platform, his lair door open as he looked at the doorway where Phoebe stood with an expression Phoebe couldn’t understand. When the girl looked to her twin brother she walked a little closer, contemplating even asking the question she wanted to ask. The quirking up of his eyebrow caused her to just shake her head to herself, “Max, do you think I’m boring?” She asked him, brushing her hair out of her face. Max stayed standing on the platform as he thought about it, bottled drink in his hand. He tilted his head a bit, “Yeah.” He shrugged, sliding down to his lair, the door closing and leaving Phoebe with an annoyed expression. She poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, “Of course.” She mumbled to herself blankly, dropping her hands to her sides as she walked up the stairs to her room.

The very next day at Hiddenville High, Max hoped he had gotten to school early enough to be able to miss you later on going to your locker. Your locker was right next to his and he didn’t enjoy the people he had the displeasure of meeting anywhere near his locker. He reached the locker with a relieved smile, you weren’t there, you must not be at school yet. He put in his combination, shuffling through the small space for a few specific items.

He was enjoying the silence until you walked up with your perky blonde friend Cherry Seinfeld, your expression was fairly neutral but Cherrys had her typical bright smile. When you reached your locker, Max wanted to bang his head into his own, not wanting to hear Cherrys high pitched laugh. This day though, Cherry wasn’t laughing, he slightly tuned into you guys’s conversation.

Cherrys hair bounced with her steps, her hands behind her back, “Did you remember to bring the folder of ideas?” She asked, occasionally looking into your locker, believing you were going to pull it out. You stopped shuffling around in your locker as you turned to her, blinking your eyes. “I didn’t know you needed it.” You told her, tilting your head as your brows knitted together. The blonde's smile dropped a bit as her hands landed to her sides, “I asked you to bring it today, last week.” She reminded you, moving her head with her words. You shook your head, turning back to your locker and grabbing a journal. You hummed to her comment, “You should’ve reminded me yesterday if it was so important for today.” You told her, moving a few magnets on the inside of your locker.

Cherry frowned, playing with her fingernails and looking down, “Well, I didn’t remember until today.” She slightly mumbled. You closed your locker, it closed with a slightly loud bang that caused Cherry to jump a bit. You turned around to her and put a hand on her shoulder, a small sympathetic pout on your face, “Well, you do tend to be a bit forgetful.” You said sweetly, the comment making Cherry nod sadly a little bit, but Max looked at the back of his locker with confusion when hearing the words. You nodded, painting a sweet smile on your face, “It’s okay though!” You reassured, patting her shoulder. “I’ll stop by my house at lunch and grab it.” You told her, causing the girl in front of you to light up with a smile. She clasped her hands together happily, “Thank you, and I’m sorry for not reminding you.” She told you, “It’s no problem, don’t worry.” You responded, walking off to your class.

Cherry had a free period for first period so she hung by her locker, texting a few of her friends to see what to do after school. Max closed his locker and leaned on it, looking intently at Cherry. The blonde felt his stare and looked over, “Hi Max!” She greeted, with a smile, looking back down. Though she greeted him, he still looked at her. She pursed her lips and cleared her throat, eyes flickering up to him as she typed. She finished her message and put her phone into her back pocket. “Well, I should get go-” Cherry began, but she was stopped before she could even pick her foot up to take the first step to her next destination.

Max looked at her seriously, arms crossed, “What she said was kind of mean,” He said, referring to you, standing straighter, “and that’s coming from me.” He finished his sentence, slightly bewildered that he even spoke on it. Cherry was confused about what he was talking about and it showed easily on her face. Max nodded, “When she said you’re forgetful. She forgot to bring something and then said it was because you forgot to remind her. That was rude.” A small breath of a chuckle escaping his lips when apparently Cherry wasn’t getting it.

The girl crossed her own arms, head tilted, her blonde curls pooling over her shoulder, “Were you eavesdropping on us?” She asked him with her lips slightly poked out, eyes gently narrowed.

Max looked at her blankly, one of his hands pointing to the lockers they were right next to. “You guys were talking an inch away from me and my locker, I had no choice.” He stated, stopping himself from rolling his eyes. Cherry dropped her arms and shook her head, a gentle smile coming back to her face. “Well, it wasn’t mean.” She claimed, “She was right, I should’ve reminded her, a week is a long time for anyone to remember to bring anything.” Cherry defended you, which confused Max. Before the brunette could get a word in, someone walked past Cherry, gesturing her to follow and she did just that, leaving Max alone to his thoughts.

Max decided to keep a closer eye on you and your interactions, he tends to try to ignore you but your recent conversations catch his attention. He’s taken note that you don’t just do this type of thing with Phoebe and Cherry, you do it with everyone.

One day, Max was sitting at a table with his friends during lunch, talking about nothing important. At the next table over, you sat alone, scribbling in a notebook.

A boy named Tyler had walked up to you, clearly distressed. You were looking through your notebook, eating, your gaze only flickering up to him for a moment. “Hi Tyler.” You greeted, writing a few things in the journal. He sat across from you, adjusting the collar of his shirt nervously which caused you to put your pen down and look at him with soft eyes. “You okay?” You asked, folding your hands over one another, your voice taking him out of his own head.

Max heard your voice and slightly listened to your conversation, still giving responses to his friends.

Tylers eyes widened and he nodded before shaking his head. You looked at him curiously, as if telling him to go on with why he wasn’t. Tyler took a deep breath, “I know we talked about this earlier but, I still feel weird about it.” He spoke slightly, the words making your lips thin into a line before folding back out, Tyler didn’t notice. “How so?” You asked politely, placing your hands into your lap. The boy rubbed the back of his neck, “I just feel we aren’t really friends anymore since you hang out with everyone else more than me. I feel a little neglected.” He spoke, waving his hands around nervously. You nodded in understanding, “Yeah, I understand that.” You told him gently, moving yourself a bit to get more comfortable. “But,” you began, “We had this conversation earlier, yeah?” You asked him to which he nodded, his hands gripping the edge of the table. You nodded, “Yeah, we did. I said I’m sorry and you forgave me.” You told him and he looked down, he knew you said sorry, but he still felt upset about it. “If you didn’t forgive me and were still hurt, why did you say you forgave me?” You asked him and Tyler gently scratched his head. He eventually sighed, “Yeah, you’re right. Maybe I’m just still worked up.” He suggested to which you looked at him with big eyes, “If you think so, then sure.” You spoke, reaching out and patting his hand that stayed on the table.

Max was listening to the conversation, his jaw slightly dropped as his eyes widened slightly, ‘What?’ He thought to himself, utterly confused. How was it possible that you could get other people to just blame themselves instead of you? That piqued Max’s interest far more than he thought you could.

He watched you more closely, you said these things so easily, so kindly that people just let you. He’s heard so many to the point Max was getting fed up with the people around you, it was absurd how no one noticed. It might’ve drawn him to you, but your friends had to be idiots.

You were talking to Flunky about some sort of idea he presented to the student council and it went badly, he told you that you said the idea would work but you simply frowned, brows pushing together, confusion written over your face. Max heard a phrase he quickly got used to hearing, "I don’t think I said that specifically, are you sure you're remembering correctly?” When Flunky started doubting himself you would side hug him with a soft smile. You would say “It’s okay, you just misunderstood me. Misunderstandings happen all the time.” As if you didn’t contribute to his downfall to the student council.

Max has heard, “I don't think you're seeing the situation clearly. Maybe you should take a step back and think about it.", "I didn't mean to upset you, I was just being honest.”, “You’re so negative, you should be more positive.” All with a bright smile on your face and everyone would just smile back, say you’re right and move along as if you didn’t just completely turn the situation around back on them. He’s never seen someone so, ‘good’, act in such a way, he couldn’t quite explain his feelings on it.

Enough was enough for Max, so one day before the last period bell rang he grabbed you by your arm and gently pulled you behind the staircase. You weren’t exactly shocked by who it was so you didn’t struggle, you walked along with him, asking a small, ‘Where are we going?’ which was ignored until you guys were under the stairs. You looked around a bit, an amused smile on your face, “Hello to you too Max.” You lightly chuckled but Max’s face was stone cold, only a small stem of light reflected in the brown of his eyes.

“You’re confusing.” He stated, arms crossed and you genuinely laughed. You stopped laughing, clearing your throat when you saw his face, “Okay, you’re serious.” You spoke, hiding your mouth with your hand before dropping it back down to your side. Your eyes blinked at him, “How am I confusing?” You asked, a small smile on your face, your brow raised. Max smirked, “I am so glad you asked!” He said with bright eyes before his expression dropped back into blankness, “You’ll say something with your sweet voice, but it’s so hurtful to other people.” Max told you, pointing at you. You nodded gently, arms still at your sides, your head slightly tilted to the side as you spoke, “It’s interesting to me that you perceive my words in that type of light.” You told him, your bottom lip slightly poking out.

Max inhaled sharply before letting out a deep exhale, “It’s been clear that everyone around you is blinded by your displays.” He said, hand waving in the air to gesture to you, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, “I’m not.” He spoke bluntly, putting his hand down. He then licked his lips, looking around slightly before locking eyes with your amused expression, “Okay, I’ll say it outright since no one else has.” He spoke, walking closer to you, slightly leaning forward to gently tower you. “You’re mean, and you’re borderline evil.” He stated, his lips in a line, pulling back, “And for the second time within the past two weeks, that’s coming from me. “ He mumbled, surprised he’s saying such things.

You sighed, smiling a bit, “Do you feel better?” You asked him, noticing how his shoulders relaxed after saying it. He didn’t respond which made your smile slip a bit before it was placed right back, “I think it’s,” She paused, trying to find the right words and Max tilted his head. Were you stumped because you’ve been caught? You shook your head, disregarding your last thought, “I don’t think I’m evil.” You said simply, your eyes big and bright, but Max huffed a laugh at the comment. He smirked ever so slightly, breaking his majorly serious facade, “Your words are covered in venom but it’s like you manipulate everyone into only seeing honey dripping from them.” He told you, fingers scratching at his eyebrow as he tried to think about all your words. “You're some sort of wolf in sheep's clothing, you bite when someone gets too close to something you don't like.” He continued on, the phrasing causing your smile to drop completely. You bit your tongue slightly before speaking, “I’m sorry you think that.” You spoke quietly, the tone of your voice made Max create eye contact with you.

He smiled, smiled at you. “I thought you were insufferable,” He spoke about prior moments, “but, you interest me more and more everyday.” He told you, this made your eyes narrow in confusion. “I’m sorry?” You asked him, crinkling your brows, your nose scrunched and your mouth twisted. Max nodded, smiling, crossing his arms, “I just told you about how your words are manipulative and responded with ‘I’m sorry you think that’ as if it’s my fault. You’re doing it to me!” He laughed, he didn’t even seem mad about it. “You’re so interesting, I just can't stop myself from listening when you talk to people.” He told her, leaning on the back wall. Your tongue touched the bottom of the top row of your teeth as you looked away in disbelief, “You’re definitely looking into what I say too much, but you find it…?” You paused, leaning on the opposing wall, foot balancing you on the wall. He continued the sentence for you, “Intriguing. I find you intriguing.” He told you, his smile turned into his typical smirk.

Your expression softened, “So, you like me?” You asked bluntly, causing the boy to glare at you. “I said you interest me, you do things that make it so I can’t focus on other things.” He explained, rolling his neck a bit and you nodded. “Right, you totally like me.” You teased, “Quit it.” He responded, rolling his eyes. You shook your head and began walking into the hallway, Max following. “If I’m so…’interesting’,” You quoted, turning to him, “you can meet me after this next class that we’re late to, and we can talk more then.” You finished your sentence and he looked over to you boredly. You guys were by your lockers so he unlocked his and shrugged, “Okay.” he said, shuffling in his locker as if he were busy. You began to walk away with a grin, waving, “Bye Max.” You told him, walking into your class late.

Max was staring at the back of his locker with a matching grin, soon putting his head down on the bottom of his locker, a small flush on his face. He was definitely going to meet you after this last class.

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