#xander hawthorne x max lui

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hey girl heyy 🎧

could you possibly write a xander x max fic?there such a lack of content for them here ahh 😭

thank you!!!💜

a/n: hey darling! YES OFC. it’s criminal how little fics there are tbh. I hope u like this!

warnings: none :)

description: xander decided he’s had enough of the distance. and with the storm forcing them to stay indoors, what better way to spend time together?

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stormy sleepovers (a xandermax fic)

“Come on, Xander. You’re much stronger than this.”

“Really? That’s what we are doing now?” I’m a man so I need to be strong? How sexist.”

That earned him a swift smack to the back of his head. He sighed, blinking back painful tears as he looked down at the decimated onion he was skilfully trying to dice.

He picked up the knife again with a grimace and managed to cut a tiny bit more before collapsing onto the floor, scrubbing his eyes furiously. “This is torture,” he groaned, throwing a hand over his face dramatically.

He heard the soft tread of Max’s bare feet against the floor. She stops right next to him and kneels down. “Dinner won’t cook itself, and I am starving” she stated with an eye roll and her boyfriend’s antics, trying to pry his hand off his face.

“Get up, you dramatic bastion,” Max huffed, glaring at him sprawled across her dorm’s kitchen floor. Xander had promised to make Max dinner after she refused to play another board game with him until she had something edible in her system.

With exam season quickly approaching, Max was stressed. Like very stressed. And Xander had heard enough of Max’s endless voice messages of how stressed she was. He figured long-distance gifts wouldn’t cover it this time so he flew himself over instead, surprising her at her dorm.

Xander wanted to take Max out of her dorm for a bit, go outside and do something but the storm was so awful, they had to rain-check. So now the two were meant to be spending some romantic time cooking together, but turns out the onion got the best of Xander.

The lanky boy still wouldn’t budge, furiously rubbing his watery eyes, so Max knelt a bit closer, rapidly poking at his sides. Hungry Max was not a Max to be messed with.

Xander let out an ear piercing shriek, jumping away from her tickling fingers and hitting his head off a counter. Max retracted her hands and covered her ears, cackling she seen his head connect with the kitchen counter. “Holy ships!” she choked out, barely able to get her words out past her giggles. “Not even my voice can go that high!”

Xander pushed himself up off the dirty floor, onto his knees, scowling when he seen her laughter. “You’re being mean,” he pouts, his scowling lips reluctantly twitching in amusement.

Max was full blown belly laughing, clutching her stomach as giddy peals rung out of her. He didn’t even realise when he started laughing too, only that she looked so carefree with her head thrown back, tears slipping out from the corners.

He resisted the urge to puff out his chest like a douchebag, but that feeling felt pretty great. He caused that.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she snorted, wiping the corners of her eyes and pushing herself back onto her feet and leaning against the countertop. “Hurry up and finish dinner before I’m forced to eat you.” She said the words in a teasing tone, but Xander knew she wasn’t kidding.

He raised a brow, returning to the pitiful excuse of the chopped onions, adding them to the poorer excuse of pasta he was attempting to make.

“I would be quite delicious,” he confirmed, stirring the onions into the pot while looking at his girlfriend. In response to his question, she bit his shoulder. He shrieked again, jumping back, which sent her into another round of laughter.

“You asked for it, dude,” she shrugged, patting his shoulder sympathetically.

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He burned the pasta. Quite badly, actually.

He got distracted by tackling Max to the ground, tickling her until she apologised. So he forgot all about the pasta that was still cooking on the stove. It wasn’t until he smelt burning that they both jumped up and rushed to turn the stove off, only to be met with a blackened pot.

Max had just about used up every fake expletive in her vocabulary by the time the delivery driver notified her that her order was here. So she sent Xander all the way down the stairs, outside in the pouring rain, to get the food.

Xander Hawthorne had sprinted to get that food, thanking the driver profusely before sprinting back into the building, shaking the droplets off him.

Once he made it up the stairs, he opened the door breathlessly to Max’s face. She snatched the bags of food off him, ripping it open in her haste.

He would’ve laughed and made a teasing comment if he knew she was a hangry monster when left unfed. So he sheepishly sat down next to her, digging into his own food as well.

It only took about eleven bites, and five sips of the soda for happy Max to return.

They kept up steady chatter throughout dinner about all things nerdy. Ranging from Xander’s new inventions with Isaiah to Max’s new bookish obsessions.

Instead of tidying the rubbish and plates away, they just left them on the countertops for later. Max claimed it was a ‘tomorrow problem’ and Xander wholeheartedly agreed.

They shifted themselves into Max’s bedroom now, Xander lying on her bed, a laptop propped open in front of him. Max went to go get changed into her matching Star Wars pyjama set that Xander had bought her when he claimed they needed to be connected through clothes.

She casually strode out the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, but Xander swore his eyes had been blessed.

“Are you ready,” Xander intoned in his most serious announcers voice, “For a super Star Wars movie marathon?”

Max actually squealed, diving onto the bed beside him. Unfortunately, her co-ordination wasn’t stellar and her elbow smushed his poor nose.

“Ouch,” he mumbled from under her, pouting sadly. Max rolled her eyes, sitting up and pressing a small kiss to the tip of his nose. Xander grinned and put his pout away, pressing play on the movie.

The storm was raging outside wildly, pattering wildly against the windowpane, but the two hardly noticed it, engrossed in their movie. About halfway through the second movie, Max could hear a soft snoring sound over the dialogue. She turned her head and snorted at the sight of Xander, open-mouthed, fast asleep.

She paused the movie, placing the laptop on the floor and shifting her position so he could be comfier. Quite impossible with how tiny the bed was and how tall he was but he seemed content in using Max as a pillow.

She pressed a soft kiss onto his lips and stroked his short curls, the rain lulling her to sleep as well. Maybe they would manage a whole movie marathon one day.