Max Mayfield x m!reader oneshots

baking

(ok to make up for not publishing Your Majesty pt2 I'm writing this bc I physically am unable to write that chapter rn)

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For Dustin's birthday, everyone had been giving a role for the party. Y/n and Max's job was to prepare the cake. Right now they were currently at Y/n's house getting out ingredients.

"Are we seriously making boxed cake? Dustin said specifically he wants things 'from the heart'." Max rolled her eyes, leaning against the counter top.

"Yeah, well, I picked chocolate cake with my heart so he better be happy. Also, how is he gonna know?" Y/n replied, opening the box.

"I dunno. Maybe he eats a lot of cake or something." The girl shrugged, cutting open the pre-made mix and pouring into the bowl, making powder puff everywhere.

"Max!-"

"Sorry-"

"It's all over your face." Y/n stated, reaching out and wiping it off Max's face. Their eyes linked before Y/n set a quick peck to her lips. "Maybe you should just sit there and look pretty while I do the handy work."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Max smiled, jumping up onto the counter as she watched Y/n continue. He poured milk, an egg and oil into the bowl before pushing back his t-shirt sleeves to make himself a tank top.

"Get ready to meet 'Laugh' and 'Love'." Y/n grinned as he flexed his biceps. (A reference to a diff fanfic I've read. Ifykyk)

"'Laugh' and 'Love'? Just mix the batter please." Max sighed but smiled, handing him the rubber spatula.

"Fine, fine. Don't be too impressed though." Y/n began mixing, which as first he did with ease, but slowly he struggled more and more.

"I think 'Laugh' and 'Love' called it a day." Max sneered, dipping her finger in the batter. "Still tastes good though."

"That's all that matters." Y/n smiled, pouring the batter into a pan and placing it in the oven.

"350° right?"

"Uhhh- yup!"

"Cool." Y/n wiped his hands, then stood infront of Max, his waist in between her legs.

"Hi." She smiled.

"Hey." He smirked, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips.

"I only get one?" Max teased with her head to the side.

"Well I don't give these out for fr-" Y/n was interrupted by Max smashing her lips to his, tangling her hands in his hair.

Y/n deepened the kiss, placing his hand on the back of her neck. After a minute or two he pulled away.

"I need to check on the cake."

Maz rolled her eyes, but removed her hands from his face. Y/n removed the cake from the oven, poked a toothpick in the middle and placed in back in the oven.

"Do I get to frost it?"

"Yes Max, you can frost it."

(Hi! Sorry this is so short. I think I'm experiencing writer's block rn so I'm sorry for the pack of updates.)