amy

"hello, this is nana!"

[amnexsiia]

introduction! 𐙚⋆.˚👙

about me! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆˚࿔ name: amy

⋆˚࿔ age: 20

⋆˚࿔ pronouns: she/her

⋆˚࿔ things i love: dancing, singing, reading, theater, watching tv, drawing, the beach, the ocean, pink, surfing, nails, music, food, perfume, people, my dog, aquariums, tanning, the sun, rain

⋆˚࿔ things i hate: rude people, bugs, math

rules + who’ll i’ll write for! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆˚࿔ please don’t rush a request!! i’ll get it done eventually!!

⋆˚࿔ i will not write incest, non-con/rape, or anything with a purposefully underaged character. if you want an underaged character smut to be written, i will happily write a timeskip au :)

⋆˚࿔ i will write any request with those exceptions! please just have patience

⋆˚࿔ i watch almost EVERYTHING, so ask for any character! my range is very wide, and i will write shows, movies, anime, video games, youtubers, musicals, plays, whatever you want just ask!

[amnexsiia]

ew i’m 20

[amnexsiia]

rocks at your window!

⋆˚࿔ summary: after your boyfriend hears from your brother that you're upset for an unknown reason, he makes it his mission to make sure you're okay and figure out what's wrong.

⋆˚࿔ pairing: 3fs (max) x fem!dancer!chubby!jacobsister!reader (holy mouthful)

⋆˚࿔ warnings/content: use of y/n, reader insecurity, angst, reader is a competitive dancer, fluff, max being a cutie pie

⋆˚࿔ credits: @priestboy (dividers)

⋆˚࿔ a/n: HEYY CUTIE PIESS!! hope u all enjoy! idk why im so obsessed with reader being jacob's sister snd secretly dating max but we ball. i think it's adorable. this is flowkey a reflected fic so im sorry I made the reader a dancer :( this is lit based on what happened to me (besides the whole boyfriend thing). this can be in the same timeline as silence from you or not, up to u! love u guys mwahhhhh

Dress rehearsal was always your favorite day at dance.

You've been dancing competitively for the past few years now, and you humbly think that you are a good dancer. You're confident within your moves, and wearing costumes ignites that already bright fire of pride within you.

Something about moving on stage under the lights, rhinestones illuminating under the radiant lighting.

You were so excited for your new rounds of costumes, ready to try them on. As you stood in the open dance studio, you shuffled through your costume bag to pull out your new jazz costume.

It was so cute! A turquoise, shiny two piece that had a tinier strap running underneath the main bodice. You threw. it on, careful not to rip anything.

As you turned to look in the mirror, you had to suppress the frown that almost came to your face. As you looked at yourself, you noticed your belly sticking out between the shorts and the top, with an extra lump around the extra strap.

The other girls marveled at the sight of themselves in the costume. Where they saw comfort, you felt insecurity build up. You did the dance a few times as a class, hoping to become more comfortable in your body, but you just couldn't. You were utterly humiliated.

The second you got in your car, the tears immediately started flowing. It wasn't like you could lose all the weight since you were going away to competition so soon. You drove carefully home through the tears, excited to just lay in bed and shut out the entire world. Distract yourself from all insecurity lurking in your mind.

Back home, Jacob, your brother, sat on the couch on the phone with Max. He shoveled more chips into his mouth as he conversed with his best friend.

After swallowing, Jacob could only get one word out before you came running in the door, hysterically sobbing. You slammed the front door behind you, ignoring your dog as she ran excitedly to your feet. You ran up the stairs as fast as you could and another slam quickly followed, this time being your bedroom door.

Jacob heard it loud and clear, and Max raised a brow at the phone. He had also heard your shattered cries.

"What was that..." Jacob whispered into the phone, getting up and walking towards your room. Max patiently waited, eager to know the reason you were crying.

Obviously he wouldn't tell Jacob, but the true reason as to why he was so worried about you was because the two of you had been secretly dating for the past few months now. His heart ached at the thought of you so distressed about something.

Aggressively, Jacob opened your door. You were already somehow in your pajamas -- probably due to the years of quick changes you've endured. You were lying on your bed, sobbing into your pillows. You threw your head up, sniffling as you looked at your older brother.

"What's goin' on?" he worriedly asked. "You ok?"

You shook your head. "Obviously not, Jacob! Just leave me alone, ok?! I don't feel like talking to you!"

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You're always such a bitch when you're in a bad mood."

That made you even angrier. You weren't exactly mad before, but now you're furious. You picked up one of your pillows and chucked it straight at his head.

"Get out!" You yelled, sniffling and wiping your tears again.

He obeyed, scoffing and leaving your room. He looked down at his phone, where Max had a worried expression on his face. His thick brows were furrowed and his lips frowned.

"What?" Jacob asked.

"Is she alright?" Max asked, trying to keep his tone casual so Jacob wouldn't suspect anything but simple human decency.

"Yeah, whatever. Probably crying about a stupid boy or something," Jacob joked.

Max scoffed out a chuckle. "Huh.. yeah."

Late that night, you were tucked under the blankets, exhausted from all the crying you did. You lay reading a book, your room illuminated with the soft florescent glow of candlelight on your nightstand. You still let out shaky sighs, uptight about how your body looked in that costume. You never remembered it being that bad.

You flinched when you heard a tap on your window. Mentally blaming it on the wind, you continued to dive back into your book.

Until it came again.

A small tap on your window.

And then another.

And then another.

You lazily got up, opening up your window and peaking out to see your boyfriend, Max, standing down below in your yard.

You gasped. "Max! What are you doing here?!"

He shrugged, looking up at you. "I wanted to make sure my girl was okay."

He began to carefully crawl up ladders and roofs to get to your window, which you helped him carefully crawl into your room. He saw your tuckered out, bloodshot red eyes under the soft lighting, and his heart stung in his chest.

"You ok, baby?" he cooed, gently wrapping his arms around you. You nodded, biting your lip with the fear that tears would come pouring out again. If you said even a single word, the dam would burst and the waterworks would begin.

He knows that expression. He knows how when you get overly excited you cry a little bit. He knows how when you're uncomfortable in a situation, you'll smile uncomfortably. He knows how when you're upset, you can't talk unless you want to cry.

Max sighed, kissing you gently on the head. "It's ok, baby. You wanna lie down and tell me what happened?"

With another nod, you and Max got under the warm embrace of your covers. He held your body close as you laid your head on his broad chest.

"You wanna talk about it? Or do you just want to lay here for now?" he asked, afraid of pressuring you into doing something you're not comfortable with.

"Lay here," you whispered. Any louder and you probably would've bursted out into tears.

Max quietly hummed, rubbing your back gently as a way to soothe you. You weren't worried about someone coming in, since your whole family was asleep.

You knew you were gonna have to explain what happened to Max later, but right now you relished in the tranquil feeling of his fingertips grazing your back. He knew how much you loved that.

About 20 minutes passed of you lying together. Your room was filled with the scent of your candle and his soft cologne.

"N/N," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. "Wanna talk about it now? You know I hate seeing you upset."

You let out a large sigh, ready to tell him the hard truth. "Today was dress rehearsal at dance. I was so excited to try on my new jazz costume..." your voice began to falter, you both knew the waterworks were coming.

He kissed you on the head again, cupping your face and gently wiping away the tears that managed to fall.

"B-But when I put it on, I felt so fat," you spit out, beginning to softly sob again. "My stomach was hanging out of the open piece part and no other girls in my class had that problem. My thighs looked so big in the costume and then we did the dance and I could just feel all my rolls when I bent down!"

You dug your face deeper into his chest, sobbing hysterically at this point. His shirt was beginning to get soaked with your salty tears.

He sighed, hugging you tightly. His heart sunk with despair. "Baby..." he murmured against your hair. "Don't think that way of yourself. You're so beautiful."

Max hated when you talked bad about yourself, but it hurts even more when it's something so serious like weight. This isn't the first conversation the two of you have had regarding your weight, but it hurts like a stab in the heart every time for the both of you.

"Y-You say that all the time, Max, but you don't get it. You've never had to be the fattest person in the room! You have nice big muscles and everyone thinks you're so gorgeous, but people get a nice first impression of my face and then see my body. It's not like that for you at all." By this point, you were frantic, face hot and soaking wet with tears.

Tears stung at Max's eyes. All of that was the truth.

"You're right, baby. But I promise you, people are not looking at you in the mirror when they wear something a little more revealing like that. They're worried about theirselves, and that's what you should worry about," he said softly, trying to calm you down. "I don't like how you're calling yourself names, but I especially don't like when you wonder what other people think. Who cares? It's good that you care for your own body, I'm so proud of you, y'know that right?"

You sniffled, letting out more broken yelps. He wiped your tear, yet they continued pouring out.

"When I watch your recital in a few months, I'm not going to be watching any other girls on stage except you. And I'm not going to be wondering how your body looks. That's the least of my concerns. You are your biggest judger, love." He kissed you again on the head, beginning to stroke your hair. "I'll do anything I can to help you feel better. I see no flaws in you, my love, but if you want to you can start coming to the gym with me. We can go and then get food after and we can hang out more than we already do. Would you like that."

You sniffled again, nodding your head. "M-Mhm."

"Atta girl," he whispered, a grin covering his face.

The crying eventually tuckered you out, and you laid silently on his chests. Your shallow breaths filled the room.

"I'll do anything for you," Max whispered to you, kissing you on the head. "Go to sleep, my gorgeous girl."

In the mirror in your room and in public, you wrap yourself in big clothes and your own insecurities. You feel bigger, too big to function. You hate how you feel heavy and that you take up space.

But with Max, all that weight is lifted off your chest. He treats you no better or worse than he would if you were an average, skinny girl. He handles you with so much love and care that you feel like as a feather.

You don't know what you would have done tonight if Max didn't show up, like the chivalrous boyfriend he is, throwing rocks at your window.

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silence from you! ── .✦

⋆˚࿔ summary: you've always had a secret crush on your childhood best friend, max, but never acted upon it because you knew your brother made you off limits. two months into secretly dating, you're almost caught by jacob

⋆˚࿔ pairing: 3fs (max) x fem!jacobsister!reader

⋆˚࿔ warnings/content: use of y/n, secret relationship, flufffyyy, SHUT UP MOMMMM, SILENCE FROM YEWWW

⋆˚࿔ credits: @ianrkives (dividers)

⋆˚࿔ a/n: hi guys im not dead i promise! i have been very busy with school work and other things i got all caught up. this is my apology!! xoxo love u all! another quick note, i know this story follows a pretty similar plot to betting that im better, but it does not correspond with it at all and this is not another part!

You have always loved Max.

Ever since you were a kid, you remember anticipating Max coming over to hang out with your older brother, Jacob, all the time.

As a little girl, you'd put on the cutest outfit you could conjure up so he could recognize your beauty. You'd sneak in your mom's room, putting her lipstick on and putting on a little too much of her expensive perfume. You'd slip on your fanciest heels and walk around the house for his attention.

Realistically, your outfit would consist of the ugliest, mismatched leggings with a t-shirt you could find. Your mom's lipstick was everywhere but, smeared all over your face in an attempt to impress Max. Your heels were plastic Disney princess ones that clacked onto the floor extremely loudly when you walked.

As you grew older, you never stopped trying to have Max fall for you. You made sure to (properly this time) do your makeup cutely for whenever he came over. You talked to him sweetly and cutely. You made sure that your outfits always matched so he would admire your fashion taste.

You were almost confident that Max had to have liked you back! His eyes would always linger on you just a second too long at breakfast the morning of a sleepover. He occasionally texted you too.

That stopped once Jacob found out about your feelings for his best friend. He shut you down completely.

"Max?" Jacob asked that day, standing with his arms folded within your doorway. "Seriously?"

"Yes!" you had pleaded, giggling softly at the thought of his handsome face.

"I would never late him date you, Y/N. I'm sorry," he shut down with no further discussion. You remember perfectly how the argument went afterwards, how you cried secretly hours later in your bed.

That day was long ago, but your feelings for Max had never subsided. You always sweetly said hi to him when he came over. You were quick to watch one of his new videos whenever they came out. You stalked his social media. You still blushed whenever he walked by.

Unbeknownst to you, Max had and will always like you.

Clearly, because one night about two months ago, Jacob and Max were having a normal sleepover. You remained in your bed, watching your favorite TV and not attempting to make a flirty pass on Max. As you laid under the covers, you heard a gentle knock on the door.

Although it was 3 o'clock in the morning, you still let out a gentle "come in!" to figure out what someone could want at the dead of night.

And it was Max.

It was a bit awkward at first, but one thing lead to another.

First, he stood awkwardly in front of your room, waiting to say something.

Next, you invited him to join you in bed so he could watch TV with you. Nothing crazy.

Next he was laying next to you, watching your show with you and trying to follow the plot.

And before you knew it, your face was dug into his chest as he laid under your covers with you, holding you. You completely broke, the years of smudged makeup and plastic heels building up on you. You told him everything, how much you loved him.

The feeling was mutual, and it was a long night of kisses and love confessions.

You woke up the next morning with him missing, yet the smell of his cologne still lingered in the air. There was a glass of water on your nightstand and a note that read;

'had to go back downstairs with jacob :( hope you slept well <3'

All you could do was replay last night's events with a huge grin over your face. You remembered what his lips felt like, the way his hands felt while rubbing your back to sooth you to sleep, the sound of his voice silent and whispering.

You prayed he didn't forget about in the morning. As you ate breakfast in the morning, Max walked into the kitchen without Jacob. He grinned, walking over to you while you ate your cereal.

"Hi!" you sweetly hummed, smiling at him. He put a hand on your head, stroking it gently and giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

"G'mornin', he murmured softly into your hair.

You never forgot that day, and neither did he. Every time Jacob and Max had a sleepover, he'd sneak into your room in the dead of night to hold you like he did on that very day.

That never changed, so here you lie with him now. It's 4:18 in the morning, and you're seated on his lap. You gently kiss his plump lips that tasted like mint from the ice cream he'd been eating earlier. You and Max have been officially dating for about two months now, but have kept it a secret from Jacob. Your parents knew and so did his whole family, so Jacob was truly the last to know.

"I love you," he mumbled into the kiss, words muffled by the feeling of you.

"Max," you cooed, giving him another soft peck before pulling away. "I love you too."

He smiled widely, rubbing his hands up and down your waist. You continued to give each other all your love until you heard the floor creak, feet walking up the stairs.

Jacob.

You gasped lightly, hopping off of Max's lap. "What do we do?" you whispered frantically, heartbeat beginning to race as Jacob's heavy footsteps became closer.

Max gulped, scooting himself down your covers until he was completely hidden. He laid right by your legs. He looked up at you, putting his finger over his lip in a way to tell you to be quiet. You tucked yourself in, closing your eyes and praying that Max didn't make a peep.

As Jacob opened the door, you laid still, pretending to be sound a sleep.

"Y/N," Jacob whispered into the air. When you didn't respond, he opened your door fully and walked to your bed. He gently shook you.

Putting on your best acting abilities, you squinted your eyes opened and pretended to be groggy as if you just woke up.

"Mmmnn.. wha.." you weakly mumbled, turning to look at your brother.

"Have you seen Max?" he asked. "I woke up to piss and he's nowhere to be found."

"No, I haven't sorry. I think I heard the door open and shut though.. so maybe he went home," you lied straight through your teeth.

"Hm. Weird. Thanks though, Y/N. Sorry for waking you up," he said, turning around and walking to your door. "Love you."

Your heart sank. You hated lying to your brother, but the truth would have both you and Max killed. "Love you," you mumbled, closing your eyes again.

Even after the door shut, you snaked your hands under the blanket to hold Max's head down. You wanted to play it safe incase Jacob unexpectedly walked in again. You listened tentatively to his footsteps descending down the steps again to the basement.

You took your hand off of Max's head, and he crawled up to face level again. You giggled softly, wrapping your arms around him. "That was so scary," you whispered.

He kissed your temple, rubbing your back gently. "I know. You handled that so well though, princess. I'm so proud of you."

You blushed, lying on his chest. He leaned down and gave you another gentle kiss on the lips, resuming what he was doing moments prior to being interrupted. The two of you became so entangled with each other that Max didn't even see his phone light up.

[1 new message from: Jacob]

yo.

did you leave the house??

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who wanna hop on adopt me 🥹✌️

[amnexsiia]

HEY YALL! sorry for the slow updates and all that stuff. i just wanted to make a quick announcement that i will no longer be writing smut for 3fs!! not that i wouldn't like to but he is a real person and due to recent events i do not want to make anyone uncomfortable! i will keep up my old ones but not write any more only for him and his friends but other characters i will :) keep requesting!! love y'all mwah

[amnexsiia]

hey uhh no pressure but when are you gonna release the betting that I'm better pt 2 😋

betting that i'm better (PT. 2) ── .✦

⋆˚࿔ summary: you've always hated your brother's best friend since childhood. now that he's uncovered your dirty little secret, you can't help but make a deal with him to prove that you've always been better.

⋆˚࿔ pairing: 3fs (max) x fem!reader

⋆˚࿔ warnings/content: slow burn, lots of plot, enemies to lovers, nothing crazy/suggestive, you're jacob's sister, use of y/n, love confession

⋆˚࿔ credits: @pixopix (dividers)

⋆˚࿔ a/n: hey everybody... long time no see. thank you for being so patient! here is the long awaited pt. 2!! love u guys

"I gotta use the bathroom," Max announced, standing up from Jacob's bed and making his way past your room and straight to the familiar bathroom.

After doing his business and gently washing his hands, he headed back to Jacob's room, but stopped upon hearing something strange coming from your room. He leaned against the door.

"Oh, come on!" you growled aggressively to yourself. "I'm so close to beating this level!"

His eyes widened as he heard the hums of gunshots coming from your TV. Your competitive yelps and squeals made his heart flutter. He could tell exactly what you were doing --- playing a shooter game.

A video game.

Which you swore you hated on your entire life.

Max waited another moment before slamming the door open aggressively, making you scream hysterically and hide your baby pink controller under your pillow. You shut your TV off, but it was too late when Max made his way into your room and laughed in your face.

"Cut the crap, Y/N. I saw and heard you playing what? Playing video games? What you made fun of me for years about?!" he angrily said, standing at the side of your bed and looking down at you with arms folded.

You didn't say anything. You couldn't. You were so humiliated and getting caught in the web of lies just made matters worse.

At your silence, he bent down and pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder and holding onto your waist tightly with his muscular arm. You yelled and flailed, kicking your legs behind you. "MAX!" you yelled, nails digging in his back. "PUT ME DOWN!"

He reached under your pillow, examining the controller. " Your controller is pink, how cute," he mocked.

You frustratedly shriek, and Max takes it as a sign. He gently placed you down on the ground. You snatched your controller back, placing it on the bed.

"Wow, Y/N, I can't believe you are such a hypocrite!" he laughed aggressively, carding a hand through his hair.

"Do you ever shut up? Genuinely, what do you think I do all day? Sit in bed and do nothing?" you argued back, shoving him away with a hand. He stumbled back and huffed. "Of course I need something to keep me occupied. At least I keep it on the down low and don’t make a whole career out of it! At least I’m not an idiot, sitting down in a chair all day, videoing myself playing some stupid games."

"You don’t even have a job! And I’ll have you know that I have 900,000 followers on YouTube and I get paid for every video I make. So maybe I look stupid…" he said, stopping mid-sentence, leaning down and pinching your cheek softly. "Guess who's making the big bucks!"

Growing angry at his mocking tone, you slap his hand away. He yelps as he pulls it back. " Get the hell off of me! I bet if I made a stupid little YouTube channel like you, I would reach one million followers way faster than you."

Max stooped down to your level, face right up in yours. "I'd like to see you try."

"I'm sure you would," you barked back.

"Then do it. Don’t make promises you can’t keep."

"FINE! I’ll make a stupid YouTube channel right now to show you that I am better than you," you finalized, pushing him back once more. You flipped your hair, eyes rolling.

You rolled your eyes, sticking out your hand and looking up at him. His heart fluttered again at the way there was another emotion in your eyes while you looked at him --- one that wasn't pure hatred and annoyance.

Determination.

"Let’s make a bet. If I get a million followers before you do, you have to quit and delete your whole account," you said, hand still confidently in place.

Max thought for a moment before letting out a small sigh. "Alright. And if I win? You have to stop being so mean to me all of the time. No more bullying, just leave me alone."

You nodded, and with that he shook your hand.

"Deal." "Deal."

Not long after your bet with Max, you started your channel. You specialized in video games but the soft kind opposed to Max. You also made makeup tutorials and get ready with me's.

A big number 0 was present on your screen as you pressed upload. Your first video was officially online.

You pressed the watch button, smiling to yourself as you saw your face appear on the screen. "Hii everybody! I’m Y/N and I decided to make this channel to show the things I love and I hope you enjoy all my videos!"

Your attention was drifted away from your own video to Max's new upload. His name was big and taunting --- "3FS".

"Hello fellas, you already know who it is. Today, we’re tryin’ out a new game I got," he said. You rolled your eyes, texting him immediately.

fellas? are we serious? that's so stupid. you sent.

He left you on read.

Days went by. Months.

Your follower count went up rapidly. Hundred. Thousands. Hundred Thousands. People loved you.

Max on the other hand, was going up slowly and shortly. He had been falling off and it hurt his heart.

Deep down, it hurt yours, too.

You would never tell him that though, so you texted him the next best thing.

i think we should collaborate. you sent, hoping he didn't leave you on read again from the last time you texted him.

r u joking?? he replied, and you rolled your eyes.

no. as much as i don’t want to, i think it would be good for the both of us if people know that we know each other. you corrected him.

that we're friends.

friends?? i'd rather die.

Max came over your house that day, not for the usual intention of spending the day with Jacob. He was sort of excited to be hanging out with you instead.

You walked into your girly pink room, dragging your desk chair over to your vanity where you were sitting. You were planning on doing a makeup tutorial video today, but your plans were wrecked by the boy.

He sat down next to you, too close for comfort, but you remained seated. You at least wanted to seem friendly with each other.

You two began the recording, a big, fake smile on your face as you talked. The recording went on for an hour and a half, playing a Roblox game on your laptop. It made you jump into him after every jump scare. It pissed you off how you showed him to be so vulnerable, but you couldn't help it.

Max on the other hand was enjoying every moment of this. Every time something scary happened on the screen, your little yelps made his heart sore. The way you naturally curled into him made him feel protective over you which was odd because he can't even protect himself from you.

You ended it and after another hour of editing, you finally posted the video and sat up from your chair.

"Finally," you groaned, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

Max awkwardly got up, running a hand through his hair again. The realization that he was alone with you in your room really got to him.

"I'm.. I'm gonna go.." he said.

"Ok? You can stay overnight on the couch or something or with Jacob? I feel like it would be better to check the video in the morning with you," you suggested, looking up at him.

Heat rushed right to his cheeks, leaving him red in the face. "I- uh- I guess."

He did just that, getting himself comfortable on your couch. A soft glow of red still covered his cheeks as he attempted to cover himself with the minimalist amount of blankets you had on your living room couch. He probably should've just asked Jacob for something, but he drifted asleep before he could find the energy to do so.

Max woke up the next morning, finding condolence as he woke up in the amicable home. He was wrapped in a blanket --- a fuzzy, pink one that smelt like you.

He got up, the blush from the previous night coming back to him. He made his way up the stairs and softly knocked on your door. After a few moments, you groggily opened the door.

"What do you want, loser?" you grumbled up at him. Max couldn't help the smile that spread over his face. You looked so adorable with your hair all messy and makeup all off.

"Nothin'. I wanted to see how our video did. What people were saying," he said. You rolled your eyes and opened the door wider to let him inside your room.

You sat down at your vanity, rubbing your eyes. "I'm so tired. You woke me up." you said, opening your laptop onto YouTube.

He smirked, standing above you and leaning on the chair.

There were already 40,000 views of his and your fans alike, even though the video was only posted last night. You both gasped.

"Read the comments!" Max pushed, leaning down over you.

You obeyed, scrolling down and finding yourself in a wild predicament.

'OHH MY GOSH. Y/N AND 3FS?! TOGETHER?? THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVERR'

'I didn't know that collaborating would work so well!!'

'they are such besties'

"You wish," you muttered under your breath. Max rolled his eyes.

'they're definitely together'

You stopped short, reading over the speculation.

'aw, such a cute couple.'

'adorable babiessss'

The two of you continued scrolling through the comments, most of the comments talking about how adorable the two of you are. You slammed your computer shut, standing up.

"Me? Your girlfriend?" you spat out. "This is RIDICULOUS!"

"It's not that bad, Y/N, relax," Max said, shrugging slightly.

"Not that bad?! Why would I wanna be seen with a loser like you?!" you whined, running your hands through your messy hair and pacing the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Y/N, this was your idea to collaborate. This was your idea to make your channel even after you made fun of me for years. And it hurts, Y/N, it hurts," he cried, folding his arms into his chest.

"What hurts? The fact that you’re gonna quit your stupid little job because I’m about to beat you?" you mocked, getting right in his face.

"NO!" Max said, his voice louder than he intended it to be. It cracked, breaking as he spoke. "The fact that all these years you’ve been a lying hypocrite right to my face! Making me feel awful about myself when you’ve been doing the same exact thing. The fact that I’m in love with you and all you do is harass me every single darn day."

You went silent, face falling as you took a few steps away from him and you seemed to have shrunken in shyness. "Y-You really mean that?"

Max backed away, nodding and shaking his head at one time. "Forget it. I'm sorry."

Before he reached your bedroom door, you grabbed him tightly by the wrist. He looked back at you, noticing the soft expression in your eyes.

"You can’t just say something like that and leave!" she said, going silent for another moment before your voice began to break as well. "Please don't leave me.."

Max closed in on you, standing in front of you. Your grip never left his wrist. He shook his head, vulnerable and embarrassed. "I’ve tried so hard to pretend I didn’t feel this way about you, but I just can’t hide it anymore.. I just need you to know."

"I-I don’t… I don’t know what to say," you muttered out.

"Maybe you can start with telling me why you’ve hated me so much over the years," he began, tilting his head with tears in his eyes.

Your grip loosened as you looked down at the floor. "When I first met you, I thought you were just another loser like my brother. You were over my house every damn day and at first I couldn’t stand you. But.. b-but.." you started, voice beginning to waver.

He was patient. "But what?"

"Then I started to know you better. And I was so used to having you be so annoying as a kid. So that when you grew older, I started to like you more. I-I started to admire you. Your confidence and your passion for things.. I really started to like you and I hated that."

Max laughed, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. You begin to awkwardly laugh too over seeing how light-hearted he was about your years of torture despite his glossy eyes.

"A-Anyway.. I really started to get angry at myself. I mean, how could I like you? We’re total opposites, I’m cool and you’re not. You played video games and I didn’t. But I wanted to. I wanted to see why you liked them so much, so I bought a few. It’s been a few years and that’s when you caught me a few weeks ago." you ended the story, looking up at him.

"So you never hated me?" he asked.

"Now that you say it, no. All these years, I thought pushing you away would make it stop, but it never did. I was scared, Max," you said, voice cracking. You hated how you were acting like this. You were red in the face, humiliated. "I think bullying you was easier than admitting that.. T-that.."

You paused, tears rapidly streaming down your face in embarrassment. The words lodged in your throat.

"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere," he quietly promised, putting a hand on your shoulder and letting the other gently smooth your hair.

"That I.. I-I love you."

You both went unresponsive, quietly standing and looking at each other in disbelief. The only sound in the pin-drop quiet room was the rapid hammering of both of your hearts. His hands stilled on your hair. Your sobbing stopped.

Eventually, Max let out a shaky sigh. "You have no idea what it’s been like, Y/N. Loving you while you pretend not to care about me. All I could do was hope and pray to find out what I ever did wrong to you. I-I wasn’t the problem…? You were just scared to feel something?!" He was loud, and you shrunk. Your sobbing resumed as the realization of what you've done to him sank in.

You don't say anything. You can't. You just wail, chest heaving as you sobbed hysterically. You knew you were being immature. You can't seem to care. You're a terrible person.

Despite his anger, he hugged you tightly and held you to his chest. He rocked back and forth and began to rub your hair again. "Y/N! Don’t cry. I-I’m not mad at you, I promise."

You looked up at Max's beautiful face, looking so ethereal under the pink hue of lights in your room. Through your tears, you still noticed every freckle and birthmark on his face.

"T-Thank God," you huffed out, lips curving up into a smile. "I thought y-you hated me now."

"Hate you because now I know the truth?" Max sweetly chuckled, gently wiping away your thick tears with his thumbs. "Not at all, Y/N. If anything, I think I love you even more."

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you giggled at his sweet words. He gently grabbed your face and leaned down to your level. He pressed his lips against yours softly, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

There you were. Standing in the middle of your bedroom kissing the boy you swore you hated since elementary school.

You both gently peeled away, looking at each other with big smiles. Your crying had subsided, and you were finally happy. No amount of subscribers could ever compare with the now admitted love you have for Max.

Subscribers.

You looked over at your computer which had now gone black due to the passing time. You grabbed his hand, walking over to your laptop and turning it on to check your subscriber count.

1,000,100.

You had won the bet.

"Max..." you whispered, hand covering your mouth as you looked up at him. "I won!"

His smile was wide. "You won!"

Contrast to his proudness of you, you looked distraught. "Our bet.."

His smile faltered, but he just shrugged. "It’s alright, Y/N. A deal’s a deal. I’ll go delete my channel right now."

You grab him by the shirt sleeve as he goes to walk away, shaking your head aggressively.

"I'm not letting you do that! Please, forget that stupid deal we made in the first place. You're so close to a million.." you said, grip tight.

He turned to fully face you. "But I don’t back down from a handshake bet."

"Don’t say that! Please don’t say that, Max!" you begged, hugging him again tightly. Naturally, his arms found you again.  You’ve been dreaming of this moment since I knew you. You were 8! Eight and filled with so much passion for what you do. It’s been ten years and you’ve finally done it, please don’t give up now. You’ve come so far."

You dug your face into his chest, still a little embarrassed about all the nice things you're saying about him. As much as you hated it, it's just been all of your inner thoughts since you were young.

"Y/N... are you sure?" he asked, truly passionate about your bet.

Here it comes again, you thought to yourself. The foreign compliments to Max that you can't help but spew out loud.

"More than positive. Your eagerness and enthusiasm is why I fell in love with you in the first place. I was being immature and petty, please don’t take me seriously. I wasn’t in the right mindset. Please don’t throw it all away. This has been your dream since you were just a little kid, please don’t stop because of my stupidity!"

Max teared up a little bit at that, but quickly wiped them away and nodded his head down at you with a huge smile on his face. "Then the bet’s off. I won’t delete my channel."

You happily squealed, and he picked you up and span you around. Upon putting you down, you stumbled over to your computer to check on his profile.

1,000,007.

"MAX!" you yelped, grabbing onto his arm. His jaw slightly dropped as he looked at the number under his name.

He had made it to a million also.

He laughed loudly, picking you up in celebration and twirling around again. Not only had he achieved his life long dream of becoming a famous YouTuber, but he had also achieved his life long dream of being with you.

It could only get better from here.

He pressed another kiss to your lips, smiling into it as you ran your fingers in his hair. He slightly pulled away, lips still lingering so close to yours that you could feel them. "I guess we both won," he whispered, kissing you again upon hearing the giggle that he hopes to hear for the rest of his life.

Between all 1 million of his subscribers and you, there's no betting that you'll always be better.

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[amnexsiia]

so r we all deleting our accounts or what 🫩🫩

[amnexsiia]

betting that i'm better (PT. 1) ── .✦

⋆˚࿔ summary: you've always hated your brother's best friend since childhood. now that he's uncovered your dirty little secret, you can't help but make a deal with him to prove that you've always been better.

⋆˚࿔ pairing: 3fs (max) x fem!reader

⋆˚࿔ warnings/content: slow burn, lots of plot, enemies to lovers, nothing crazy/suggestive, you're jacob's sister, use of y/n!

⋆˚࿔ credits: @pixopix (dividers)

⋆˚࿔ a/n: HIII GUYS!!! this is the long awaited story based on my play!! I hope u guys enjoy + part 2 will be out soon!

September 4th, 2012

Max was a shy kid.

It's also Max's first day at his new school.

When shy kids face a new school, it usually doesn't end well.

And it didn't. Max clung to his mother tight, crying hard at the mere thought of going into the small elementary school.

With the encouraging words of his mom, he put one foot in front of the other and marched inside the school. His back was hunched over, his face was bright red. He didn't want to go to a new school. He didn't want to meet new people. He wanted his routine.

Max's first few classes went slowly. He took his seat in the back of the class, practically hiding. He murmured his name when the teacher called attendance. He didn't bother to introduce himself to the other kids.

Recess rolled around, and while the other kids ran around, he sat on a nearby bench alone. The yells and screams of this other children filled the atmosphere. Max sat alone, the loud space blocked out as he was wrapped in his own thoughts.

He wanted to go home. He wanted to go back home and play with his dog and his sister and go back to his old sch--

"Hi."

Max jumped, head flicking at the boy sitting next to him. "Umm... h-hi," he mumbled.

The boy's blue eyes stared into Max's. He blinked slowly at smiled. "Do you like Mario?"

Max tilted his head confused, but hesitantly nodded. "Uhm, yeah...! I do."

The boy's face lit up. "Cool! Do you wanna be friends?" he asked, a smile wide on his face. "I'm Jacob."

Max stayed quiet, swallowing and nodding again. "Sure. I-I'm Max," he said, forcing a smile.

Jacob scooted in closer, reaching in his pocket and and grabbing a figurine of Mario. "So you like video games?"

Warming up, Max nodded with less hesitation. "Yeah! I-I love video games." The two chatted awhile about there favorites until Jacob's Mario figure was snatched away.

They both looked up at the culprit. Jacob's face dimmed while Max's face lit up.

It was you. Jacob's sister.

"What's this?" you asked, examining the figure with a weird look on your face.

Max blushed. "I-I-It's a--"

"Don't worry about her Max," Jacob sharply said, standing up. "It's just my sister." Jacob went to grab for his toy, but you were too quick to pull away. "Give it back, Y/N!"

"Never answered my question! What is it?!" you mocking laughed, taking a better look on it. "Ohh, I know! It's one of your stupid game characters!"

"Yeah, it is! Now give it back!" Jacob yelled, but you were too quick again. You ripped off Mario's head and dropped it onto the ground.

"Whoopsie!" you hummed, laughing.

Jacob got onto the group, picking up his figure with shaky hands. He had a huge frown on his face. "Y/N! What did you do?!"

"I told you, it was an accident," you sneered at your brother, turning your attention to the boy on the bench. "And who are you?"

Max's newfound confidence immediately seeped away as you approached him. You looked him up and down with a nasty look on your face. "I'm M-Max. I'm friends with y-your brother."

"Are you into those stupid games like him too?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

He gulped, nodding again. "I-I guess so."

You laughed in his face, rolling your eyes. "Wow! Another loser I have to be around now!" you walked closer to him and put your face inches away from his. You loved how his face grew bright red. You flicked Max's forehead and walked away.

Jacob still sat on the ground, broken figurine in hand. Tears welled in his eyes. Max crouched now next to him and put his hand on his back. He seemed to have been completely warmed up to Jacob, his shy exterior cracked.

"Hey, it's alright! I'm sure you'll get a new one!" Max said enthusiastically, trying to bring a smile to Jacob's heartbroken disposition.

"Yeah.. maybe you're right," Jacob said, looking up at Max. "It’s just so embarrassing to have your little sister boss you around like that. She treats me like a baby when she’s a year younger than me!"

"I don't think that's embarrassing at all! She's just a bully," Max smiled.

Jacob chuckled, sniffling and forcing his tears back. "Alright. Let's play on the playground."

Max and Jacob got up and began walking toward the playground. With a sigh, Jacob defeatedly put his broken Mario figure in his pocket.

Max's face still had a pink hue from his previous encounter with his new friend's sister. Darn, you were mean.

But you were so pretty.

Present Day.

The bond Max and Jacob shared that day in second grade had never left. They remained friends all through middle school, where Max became more extroverted and open to more friends. All the way to senior year, right now, where they still share the same love and passion for video games.

You were there too, always harassing the two boys. Making fun of them, mocking whatever they do, and making their lives living hell. You're a junior that hasn't gotten a license yet, so car rides with them are no different. Jacob drives you and Max to school everyday and arguments are mandatory.

You complain about the rap music that Max wants to play. You complain about the jazz music Jacob wants to play. They complain about the pop music you want to play, it goes on and on. Each day a new altercation.

The cherry on top? Jacob's fine when he's alone. You aren't as harsh to him now in comparison to when you were a kid. You even hung out with him often. But when Max is here, you swear Jacob's IQ goes down to 2.

They act like children. The same children crying over a Mario figure when they were in second grade.

You hear them in the living room screaming at the top of their lungs, Jacob making peculiar sound effects and Max's annoying laughter echoing off each wall of your house.

You can't stand it! Especially now. You're sitting on your bed, phone propped up on your fluffy pillow on FaceTime with your best friend. You can hear the irritating, grating voices of Max and Jacob coming from across the hall.

You carefully put white nail polish over your toenails, making sure your hands didn't shake too much. "Yeah! So, anyway, I don't know why Mrs. Kerr gave me a seventy! Like, are we---"

You yelped at the sudden shriek that came from the other room. Your hand slipped up your leg, white paint all up your leg. You gasped, holding up your hands with the polish in one and the brush in other.

You were pissed. You slammed down your nail polish and picked up your phone. "I'll be right back," you growled, abruptly hanging up.

"JACOB! GET THE TREASURE CHEST!" Max screamed, his infuriating laugh following after. You stormed to Jacob's room and slammed the door open.

They jumped in unison and paused the game, looking up at you. You were more focused on Max, the reason you totally screwed up your nail polish.

"Hey, loser! Wanna explain why you're screaming like a little girl and making me mess up my nail polish?!" you yelled, throwing your leg over his lap. White paint covered you.

Max wasn't the same little boy on the bench anymore. He rolled his eyes and pushed your leg off of him. "It's not my fault that you can't concentrate."

"Not your fault? I'm certainly not the one screaming like a five-year-old-girl over a stupid game!" you yelled louder than before, turning around and slamming Jacob's door behind you. You went back in your room. "Stupid boys.." you murmured, taking nail polish remover out of your vanity. "Stupid Max."

Max sighed softly, looking down at his lap. His cheeks were pink at your violent and aggressive appearance.

"Man, Max, I don’t understand why you have such a big crush on her," Jacob brought up, shrugging softly.

Max looked at Jacob, carding a hand through his hair. "I don’t understand either, dude. It’s just that.. whenever she comes into a room, I always get super embarrassed— a-and my face gets all hot. I think she’s really pretty."

"Well, keep thinking. She thinks you’re a total bonehead. Don’t even try it," Jacob told him, shaking his head.

Max groaned, lying back on the bed and putting his hands over his face. "It’s so humiliating how I’ve been practically in love with Y/N for years. She’s never been nice to me, ever."

"When did you even start anyways?" Jacob asked, putting his controller down on the bed.

"From the moment I’ve met her, I’ve been head over heels. Especially when…" Max rambled, hesitating before stopping.

"When?" Jacob persisted.

"That one night.. when we were kids."

May 12th, 2018

Max and Jacob were seated on the edge of the couch, eyes wide with anticipation while watching the violent action movie. You were more of a fan of romances and dramas, which made you ultra pissed that you had to watch this stupid movie with them.

You made your way to the living room, sitting right next to Max with folded arms. He flinched away, looking at you with a confused expression.

"Relax, loser," you sneered, rolling your eyes. "My mom is just making me watch this stupid movie with you guys."

Max nodded, looking back at the movie. He completely forgot about you. You were quiet, ignoring how they nerded out on every small thing that happens in the movie. You were invisible up until you fell asleep.

Right on Max's shoulder.

He stayed quiet, not wanting Jacob to make a big deal out of it. "Y-Y/N?" he whispered, looking down at you. You stayed like that for the rest of the movie. Max was afraid to move, scared that the quickest jerk would wake you up. He relished in the moment. You were so peaceful, no snarky remarks leaving your mouth like always.

It was comforting. It felt right to Max. Having you leaning on him. The smell of your shampoo in his nose. He loved it.

In your sleeping state, he leaned on your head too. He knew and promised to himself that he would never forget about this day.

Present Day

"I never knew she fell asleep on you," Jacob said.

"She did," Max sighed at the memory. "She already hated me before then. After that day, she despised me even more. I just can’t help it, alright? I feel like she would really like me too. We’re total opposites, though. She’s so pink and girly and obviously, I’m not!"

He stared up at the ceiling. His heart aching. "I wish she would give me just one chance."

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[amnexsiia]

Stressed/jealous 3fs NSFW pls🙏 and idk if u write just gn, or if u do specific but if u do, can u do fem reader 🙏🙏

YAYAY i love this request! i'm so sorry it sat in my requests for so long :((

take it away ── .✦

⋆˚࿔ summary: you help out your boyfriend while he's stressed

⋆˚࿔ pairing: 3fs (max) x fem!reader

⋆˚࿔ warnings/content: SMUT!! (oral (fem receiving), riding, handjob), cursing (fuck), you and max are in college, pet names, dirty/baby talk

⋆˚࿔ credits: @saradika-graphics (dividers)

⋆˚࿔ a/n: hope u enjoy!! sorry for not uploading in awhile!

Max loves his job, no doubt about it. He finds peace and solace within playing his silly little video games, but it gets to a point.

His viewers know he's young, but they don't know that Max juggles his YouTube career with his college work. The constant stress of school work blends with his job, screwing with him.

Tonight was especially hard for Max. He hasn't posted in about a week due to his midterm exams coming up. The constant demand of his fans wondering why he disappeared mixed with the stacks of papers and all his notes really got in his head.

He sat at his desk, his fingers tangled in his soft brown hair. He silently grumbled to himself as he felt his face getting hot and body getting sweaty due to nerves.

Max needed a distraction. He needed you. You always knew what to say, how to make him feel better.

He took out his phone, turning it off of do not disturb and quickly opening your message thread.

N/N.

You were quick to respond.

hii, baby!! what's up.

He smiled at his phone.

can you come over? i'm feeling overwhelmed and i just want you around.

of course!! i'll be over in 15. i love you!

Max smiled wider, all stress and fear almost melting away.

i love you too, N/N. i'll see you soon.

Max put his phone down, sighing softly as he laid his head on his desk again.

It seemed more like hours when you finally knocked on his dorm door. He shot up and almost ran to the door. You stood there smiling as he hugged you tight.

"Hi, Max," you beamed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"N/N," he mumbled into your shoulder, his voice weak.

"What's the matter, baby?" You asked, noticing his mood.

He sighed softly, lifting his head and looking down at you. "Just stressed about schoolwork... a-and editing-- I'm just not feeling well, N/N."

You frowned, taking his hand and walking him into his dorm. You noticed the mess of clothes and papers all around his room.

"I'm sorry for the mess, love," he mumbled.

You smiled, looking up at him and shaking your head. "Don't apologize, Max, I don't mind."

His grin widened as he cleared the clothes off his bed. He laid down and gestured you to lie down next to him. You happily obliged and took your spot next to him in his cozy bed.

Max comfortably laid his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

“Thank you for coming over, N/N,” he hummed, seeming much calmer than he was moments prior.

You raked your hands through his hair gently, massaging his scalp. “Of course, love. Now, what had you all worked up?”

“Studying for midterms and editing my videos. It’s all piling, N/N,” he said, his voice breaking.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his hair. “Do you want me to help you with any work?”

“No. I just want to forget about it for awhile.”

You didn't say anything. You didn't need to. You just continued to sit in silence with Max for many moments.

He held your waist like he was to afraid to let go, like you would disappear the second he did.

"Thank you, N/N,"

You two laid in the comfortable silence for longer, both of your eyes closed in solace.

"I love you," he whimpered against your skin, arms tightening around your waist again. He pressed a few soft kisses to your neck and it made you softly giggle.

"Max! That tickles," you laughed, and he smiled gently against your skin.

"I'm sorry. You are just so beautiful. I missed you so much," Max murmured, his kisses become more aggressive against your neck. As he started to get lower, you felt your face get hot.

"Max, what are you up to?" you asked suspiciously.

He looked up at you, grinning? "What? Can't love my pretty baby?"

You reciprocated his smirk, nodding and arching your back to his mouth. "Oh, no, you can," you giggled, watching as he went further and further.

He reached where you needed him most, and your heart fluttered at the sight of him in between your clothed thighs.

"Hey, baby, why don't you take these sweats off f'me, okay?" Max softly asked, rubbing his hand up and down your leg. You nodded enthusiastically, lifting up your hips and shrugging your pants down along with your underwear.

His grin and eyes both widened after getting one glance at your cunt. "N/N," he murmured, his voice a soft, dreamy sigh.

"Max," you groaned. "Do something!"

He laugh, softly thumbing your clit. "I'm sorry, baby! I just can't help myself!"

You arched your back, smiling and leaning your head back onto the pillows. You hummed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair.

"Feels good, Maxie," you whimpered, squirming. You pressed your cunt farther into his mouth and he smiled into it.

"I can tell, love. You're so wet it's crazy," he marveled, his words muffled as he continued to eat you out.

You blushed away from him, avoiding all eye contact possible. "Don't say things like that."

Max continued for minutes, not even coming up for a breather. He was engulfing your pussy, eating it like a starved man. You felt yourself get closer and closer to climax as you heard the lewd noises coming from him.

"Max... close.." you gasped out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm approaches you. Your hips began to buck into his face in pure pleasure, the feeling coursing through your veins.

You let out a loud gasp as you felt yourself release. Max was clearly happy too with the guttural moan that escaped his throat. He sat up on the bed, face wet with slick. He chuckled to himself as he wiped his mouth.

Max leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. You could taste yourself.

"Thank you baby for helping me feel better," he murmured, a smile on his face.

Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him. "But.. M-Max.. you only pleasured me. I didn't do anything."

"You didn't need to, N/N. Showing up was enough to fix all of my problems and it was a privilege for you to let me do that," Max cooed, kissing you on the forehead.

You shook your head, sitting up and grabbing him by the shoulders. You pushed him so he was lying down on his back.

"Please, Max," you begged, straddling his clothed hips. "Please let me help you out."

Max gulped, looking up at you with wide eyes and furrowed brows. His expression showed pure concern and worry. "N/N, don't do things because you think it'll make me happy.. it's ok, y'know?"

"I know," you replied, rubbing your hands on his chest. "I want to."

Max sighed, nodding and lifting his hips up to take off his pants, imitating what you've done moments prior. He flushed red as he pulled down his sweats and boxers. His dick sprung out, extremely hard from eating you out.

"N/N," he whimpered, looking up at you.

"Let me take care of you, Max," you cooed, kissing him on the forehead before slowly sinking down on his cock.

Max moaned out loudly, tears immediately springing to his eyes. "Oh, N/N," he hazily slurred, putting his hands on your hips to guide you up and down.

You shook your head, taking his hands and putting them to the sides. "Mm.. n-no, I've got it!" you promised, using your own energy to bring yourself up and back down.

The two of you let out unison moans as you bounced up and down his dick. Beads of sweat began to form on Max's forehead. He kept his eyes wide, watching your every move on top of him. "Baby.. feels so good," he whined, a big dumb smile on his face.

You grinned back, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself. "Really? I'm doing a good job?" you asked, and he happily nodded.

"Oh yeah.." he gasped, whining as you picked up the pace.

More moments passing, your momentum began to increase, using all your energy to ride him into the next day. At least, that's what Max thought. "Maxie," you moaned shy, face growing red. "I-I'm... gonna.."

"I know.." Max interrupted, hands finding your hips to help out. "C'mon, do it all over me, baby."

You nodded, whining loudly and clenching hard as you reached your climax all around his cock. You heavily panted, all energy drained. Max picked you up and pulled you off of him.

"You did such a good job," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Sexually, you were incredibly satisfied, but not in the long run.

"Max.. you didn't finish," you sadly said, frowning.

He chuckled wiping sweat off his forehead. "It's ok, baby, I don't need to."

Upset, you scooted down the bed so you were in contact with his still hard dick. You began to stroke it, making him throw his head back.

"N/N!" he moaned loudly, head in the pillows.

You continued your previous action, increasing speed until his load shot all of both yours and his shirt. He whimpered slightly as he came down from his climax.

Now you were tired. You laid down on his chest while you both heavily panted. You two were still covered in sweat.

"I love you baby," Max whispered into your hair, pressing a soft kiss against your head. "Thank you for coming over. Takin' care of me."

"I love you more," you whispered into the air, arms wrapped around his waist.

You two laid like that for a long time, the silence extremely comfortable. You fell asleep in Max's arms, all of his stresses faded away with your loving.

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[amnexsiia]

hi guys im so sorry I haven't posted :(( i've been so busy and burntout from theater and its been quite awhile. more stuff coming soon!! love u guys

[amnexsiia]

hi everybody!! i recently had a school assignment do and i had to write a play. i think it fits max sm so do u guys want a short series fic based off my play??

max x yn series??

HELL YESS

fuh nah twin

Voting ended onNov 6, 2025

[amnexsiia]

acne! ── .✦

⋆˚࿔ summary: your boyfriend feels insecure about his acne

⋆˚࿔ pairing: 3fs (max) x gn/any!reader

⋆˚࿔ warnings/content: insecurity, crying, fluff!

⋆˚࿔ credits: @dollywons (dividers)

⋆˚࿔ a/n: hope u enjoy!! sorry for not uploading in awhile!

When you looked at Max, you saw a confident boy. The way he always walked around with that lopsided smirk of his — the one that made you flustered whenever he was around.

The Max that wasn’t afraid to be himself out in public, wearing whatever he wanted and doing the ridiculous shenanigans that he wanted to do.

You thought your boyfriend was invincible, feigning ignorance towards any embarrassment. You believed he didn’t know that feeling.

But he did.

Not by his actions, it wasn’t that.

It was his face.

Max wasn’t necessarily ugly, but the strawberry freckles that scattered along the bottom of his face drove him mad.

They were gone for awhile.

Now they’re back, on his face, adding a bumpy texture around his mouth.

His stupid acne.

Max shut off his recording, sighing as he leaned back in his chair. He knew you were downstairs in the living room, cuddled on the couch watching TV.

He ran his hands over his mouth, fingers raising with each bump of acne.

He was getting better.

Max got up, walking into the bathroom and looking into the mirror. His face was red, filled with white and red marks.

He let out another shaky sigh, going to his bedroom and gently shutting the door behind him. It was embarrassing to him how fast the tears started pouring out of his eyes.

Max wasn’t a crier — he’s only cried once or twice throughout your whole relationship.

Mark this another time. His hand covered his mouth as he tried to stiffle his sobs. Max didn’t want you to come upstairs, comforting him about his face. He shouldn’t be crying about his face — he’s an adult.

He crawled into bed, his cries not stopping. Max clutched the pillow as if it would make all his insecurity go away. Tears dripped down from his glossy brown eyes, rolling down his red, acne filled cheeks and onto the soft fabric of the pillow.

Unbeknownst, you were half asleep on the couch. Max had been recording for awhile, and you happily offered to give him some space.

But it’s been hours.

You got up, rubbing your eyes as you walked upstairs and gently knocked on the closed bedroom door.

“Max..?” you softly hummed, your hand lingering by the door. “Can I come in?”

Max let out another shaky sigh. “Mhmm..” he mumbled loudly, praying that you’d hear him.

You opened the door, noticing how he laid alone in the cold, silent atmosphere of your shared room.

“Max..? Are you ok?” you asked, not able to see him.

Max sat up, leaning over and turning on the nightstand lamp. Your lips parted and heart dropped as you saw his tear stained face.

“Max!” you exclaimed, running over to him and holding him close to you as you as you sat down on the bed.

He clutched onto the back of your shirt, his sobbing starting to pick up again. He burst out crying, face dug deeply in your chest.

“Please don’t leave me..” he whispered, his tears soaking your shirt.

You frowned, tears forming in your own eyes. “Max, I won’t,” you promised, rubbing his back gently with your hand. You were confused, but you were willing to stay.

You two stayed like that for awhile, letting him sob in your arms. His salty tears stained yours (well, his) t-shirt.

Max eventually calmed down, his breathing shaky.

“Max,” you started, hand stilling on his back. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

He let out a sniffle, sitting and looking down at you. “It’s..” he paused, hiccing. “So embarrassing..”

“No it’s not..” you promised, trying to smile and make him feel better.

He looked at you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “I don’t know. I’ve just been.. feeling insecure lately..”

You frowned, tilting your head. “Why?”

Why.

Max suppressed his tears, trying his best not to let them overflow. “M-My face.”

“What’s wrong with y—“

“Don’t even try, Y/N,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t try to ignore all of my acne.”

Your lips gently parted as you examined his face. Your eyes darted from his eyes, brown beauties wet with tears. His long nose, scrunched and sniffling. His lips, chapped from the hours of sobbing and the acne around it.

The acne which you never even bothered to notice when you’re hanging out with him.

You shook your head fast, wiping away his tears. “Max, don’t say that, please..! You’re acting as if it’s a bad thing.”

“Acting? Are you serious, N/N? Look at me,” he sobbed, voice breaking.

You frowned, hugging him tightly. You rubbed his back gently.

“I’m looking, Max. I’m looking at you and I see the most handsome, amazing boy in the world,” you said, a grin covering your face as you tried to cheer him up.

He grumbled, sniffiling. “You’re lying.”

“I’m lying?” You challenged. "Really?"

"You're lying to make me feel better, N/N."

"Max, I would never lie to you. I don't ever look at you and focus on any of your acne. In fact, I think it makes you look unique!"

He grumbled again in embarrassment. "I look ugly."

Your heart crumbled in your chest. You hated seeing your boyfriend like this. "You do not look ugly. You always look good, even when you don't think you do."

He glanced up at you. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn't convinced. You let out a shaky sigh.

"I wish you could see yourself how I see you, Max. You are so amazing and so confident that I look past that. I don't care at all if you have acne? It's human. I notice you, not your skin!"

Max blinked up at you, tears falling down his cheeks as you kept talking.

"You're so much more than your skin, Max. You are your biggest tormenter. Nobody has perfect skin. I sure as hell don't!" You giggled at your last statement.

Max smiled softly, his brown eyes still glossy with tears. "But you're beautiful."

"Exactly. When you see everything wrong, I see nothing wrong," You said. Max sat up, sniffling as he leaned over and kissed you gently on the lips.

You were glad he was able to be cheered up. When he pulled away, you wiped his tears and cupped his face. Your thumbs gently caressed the bumps surrounding his mouth.

You kissed around his mouth gently, and your face turned red as you felt his lips curve upwards.

"Your skin will never change how I see you, Max," you whispered against his skin, pressing one final kiss to his lips. "You will always be the person who makes my heart race and flutter. The love of my life."

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3fs... happy trail...

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happy birthday unc

i love this guy

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i’m so obsessed with his side profile (and him and general.)

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why is max SO BEAUTIFUL in the new vlog. i’m 2 mins in and im screaming.