#3fs max

Besides, a lot of the times, hes jumping around and screaming in his seat in fear. Hed rather NOT have a knockable water bottle on his desk.... his keyboard and mouse were too expensive for him to be this careless. So often he didnt even try to bring anything to hydrate himself with.

But todays summer was just maybe a little... too hot. Too stuffy. The fact he didnt have any ventilation nor did he keep his office door open just made it ten times more unbearable.

Max was supposed to be streaming today, he was supposed to play another silly fnaf fan game... but god. His throat is too dry and his skin felt too hot for him to handle.

He just couldnt take it anymore.

With a groan, he hit the escape button on his keyboard, wordlessly pausing the game before using the same hand to reach out towards his phone.

The livestreams chat sped up a little, with many people confused on what was happening. Asking him if he was okay or if he would continue the game. The people wanted content after all.

Lifting the phone, he pressed the volume button whilst his other hand pushed at one side of his headphones. All the chat could do was just raise more questions. ﹫wtf_mikes ゛Who is 3fs calling??? ﹫datboi.kolis ゛Is he gonna continue playing the game ﹫wtf_mikes ゛Bro istg ﹫theyluvbetty ゛Is he okay? He looks a little too hot.... Max ignored them, just (im)patiently waiting for you to pick up. The daunting and long beep when you didnt pick up, made his heart drop a little.

You were quick to answer though, so his heart raised back into his throat.

"Hi love, whats up?" Your voice sounded from his phone, a little crackly, making him subconsciously smile.

He absolutely adored you and your voice, it always had a comforting effect on him. Even when you were barely trying.

The chat went haywire some more. ﹫kj_slasher ゛IS THAT A GIRLS VOICE??? ﹫mcslurp ゛FRICKFRACKFRUITSNACK BRO WHO IS THAT!!!? ﹫datboi.kolis ゛is he gonna continue playing the game im so effing tired ﹫https.kai ゛WHO IS RHAT ﹫the.cooler.daniel ゛3FS GIRLFRIEND REVEAL????!!! "Hii babyyy..." he drawled out, shifting his headphones a little more to hear you better, only to tug at his shirt some more to try to cool himself off. Without much success.

His head tilted down, almost like he was trying to hide his blush from his audience "Could you, um.." "Bring you water?" You finished off his sentence effortlessly.

God, he felt guilty now.. has he really asked you to bring him something so many times now?

"I dont mind at all, Max. Ill even bring some snacks if you want."

"God, youre a lifesaver.."

You just chuckled. "Love you."

"I love you more." He deflected quickly, waiting for you to end the call.

And when you did, he set his phone down on his desk, leaning back into his office chair which creaked loudly in distress. His hands cupped over his face as he took a small break from playing.

After a few seconds passed, he shifted back up again, finally checking the chat and what they had to say. ﹫https.kai ゛HELLO WHO IS SHE???? ﹫melxdig ゛Since when did this loser who screams like a girl at horror games get a gf? "Okay- frick you whoever said that." He responded snappily after reading that particular chatters message outloud. ﹫geeked.asf.ash ゛3fs are you gonna introduce her or nah He hummed thoughtfully, hand reaching upwards to fix up his hair. "Maybe, if she is comfortable enough being on camera."

"I do really wanna show her off though." He murmured, only to jump when his office door clicked open, making him jerk in his chair and snatch off his duct-taped headset entirely. Max twisted his body to peek around his greenscreen.

The sight he met with made his heart squeeze. You, standing in front of his office door with a plate of some quick snacks and a water bottle. He finds you so adorable.

"Agh god- you scared the crap out of me.." he sighed out, standing up from his chair and rolling down the green screen so you could come closer to his desk.

"You really do scream like a little girl."

"I didnt even yelp right now..."

"No i meant before — you can practically hear it from downstairs." His face burned at your teasing remark.

You approached his desk, setting down the plate and water somewhere far away from his expensive equipment. Meanwhile he sat back down on his creaky chair (he really ought to fix that someday).

"Its stinky in here." You joked, making Max furrow his eyebrows and look up at you. Your upper body cut off from the cameras angle.

"Stuffy." He reasoned. "And its just the aura from me locking in." Max did NOT appreciate any slander about his office.

"Stinky." You argued. Making him sigh and slouch further into his chair.

Your gaze flicked over to his two monitors and how one of them had text running by like it was a marathon. "Are you live right now?"

Max was about to tease you and say no, but he could definitely see your shoulders tense. Almost like you were trying to make yourself disappear or less visible. It made him frown lightly. He wasnt in the mood to bully you affectionately.

"Do you not want to be on camera?" He asked back, standing up from his chair again, towering over you in his full height (and glory) to help you usher out of the frame. When you looked up, you could definitely read the care and concern on his expression.

"I mean.... im kind of nervous.." you murmured out quietly, and fortunately it didnt get picked up by his microphone. "But im not... actually against it."

His eyebrows lifted, hand reaching out to grab your hand and interlace your fingers, wanting to make sure you really were fine with it. "Yeah?"

"Mhm."

His smile widened. He vowed to himself to never let you get into harms way, especially from any fans that werent in the brightest mood.

Slowly and carefully, like befriending a baby deer, he tugged you closer back into the cameras frame. Even deciding to press a small kiss to your cheek to reassure you some more.

"Fellas.." he started off slowly, sitting back down onto his chair for the hundredth time and tugging you along with him, seated right onto his lap snugly.

"I want you guys to meet my lovely girlfriend." You just waved at his webcam awkwardly. But luckily not many chatters were rude right off the bat. ﹫why_am_i_here ゛AYY 3FS GIRLFRIEND REVEALL!! ﹫isabella_swan ゛Owaahh so pretty... max is lucky ash ﹫https.kai ゛Hello!!! ﹫theyluvbetty ゛Hru Maxs girlfriend :)) "Hii chat!" You greeted before quickly reading through some messages flying by.

It was comforting to know your boyfriends fans were pretty chill (or how his arms wrapped around your waist, thumb swiping over the exposed skin just shy of your pants waistband).

While you kept entertaining his chat and answering some basic questions to introduce yourself, Max was sipping his water and snacking.

He was trying to bite back a smile at the idea that his two most favorite things were now fused together— even if just momentarily — but honestly he couldnt hide his lovestruck grin for long.

After taking his final sip, he shifted from under you and rolled his office chair towards his desk.

"Do you wanna stay a bit longer and watch me play or...?"

"Actually, i wanna try playing it myself. If you dont mind." You hummed, pleasantly surprising him once more. He just smirked and shifted you to be seated more comfortably on top of him.

"Please, be my guest." He open-handedly gestured towards his setup.

"Prepare to be amazed by my own gaming skills."

He snorted out, "Puh-lease" leaning forwards on his chair to have his chest as your makeshift backrest. He was actually pretty curious to see you play since he hasnt witnessed that much.

The entire other half of the game, he watched you play. Taking swigs of his water whenever it got too hot in the room and occasionally even handing it to you if you ever got thirsty too.

The entire other half of the game he had at least one hand wrapped around you securely. Watching from over your shoulder and staying silent to help you concentrate, or leaving some silly commentary he knew that would make you laugh.

The entire other half of the game he couldnt help but admire you and watch everything you did with awe. Each time you completed a stupidly complex puzzle, hed lean over to press a kiss onto your cheek.

Its like he was thirsty for you and your quiet but meaningful affection. It kept him alive. Breathing and wanting more.

God, he loved you so much. His dear girlfriend. The love of his life.

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Max listened to the pleads of hus friend to check out some random who he was in the video with couple months ago. After call, he found your channel, studying it and it's videos like some sort of detective. He didn't even want this in the first place, but your channel caught his eye, especially when he saw the link to your Instagram.

Moment of downloading, your page appeared. And oh how he was stunned. He saw your face, indeed, but that beauty switched something in him. That something that he felt long before highschool and experiencing puberty. Before this all investigating, he could peacefully swipe past beauties like you, but now?

Max sat in his chair, mesmerized by sight of you on his forsaken screen. His eyes were lying to him, right? It couldn't be you who he would spend a trip with. It's like you were a model that just ran of a runaway of some sort. He swallowed hard, body and breathing still.

Oh.

Gosh.

No, he didn't sleep that night, he just couldn't! Your face was ingraved behind his eyelids without his consent. No, he didn't know what kind of dark magic you had to look this good. Yes, he caught feeling that he might find awfully too fast to develop in several hours.

The day of flight was pleasantly good, better than expected crying babies, rude passengers and delays. You prepared your stuff and other clothes you'll wear on the trip, got to the airport, flew over to Orlando, got back your suitcase – and met Ethan! As you understood, his gate was next to his and he even saw you leave yours. So now you and Ethan headed towards the exit where everyone should've met up.

"Yo, how long will it take them to get here?!" Eddie complained to Jacob as if almost to himself even. His friend just shrugged.

Minutes later, Max arrived at the meeting place, two of his friends greeting him. Just then, you and Ethan, chattering between each other, walked up closer to airport's spot, Eddie immediately noticing the two of you and greets.

Max could almost feel his knees give out, like someone kicked them hard and made him weak to walk. He stared walking slower, mesmerized once more. It was real, your pictures were real.. Gaining his courage back, he shook his head, trying to return his composure and cool, now approaching his friends.

"Max!" Jacob greeted, standing up from the plastic seating. "How are you bro?" He dabbed up his friend, him returning the gesture. Max was so damn awkward and he was too silent too. When it came to greeting you, he just approached you, not knowing how to greet properly.

"I-.." His mouth was agap, words dying right before they could be said. He stood infront of you, hands at his sides while he tries to think of an appropriate move.

After a long and humiliating silence, you chuckled to yourself in your rich tone and hugged him on the side. "Nice to meet you too, Max." You said with a playful smile, like a sly fox.

Dang......

As everyone was now grouped together, the gang headed to the rented car for the trip, humbled those poor backseats and you almost being squished between the two men — your friend that you know best and Eddie. Jacob sat on the passenger seat before Max opened his door for drivers seat and climbed in. He was oh so red.

"Yo.. Max you good?" Jacob lowered his voice for just his best friend to hear. "You're just-"

"Nah, nah I'm fine, don't worry." He quickly says, running a hand down his moth before gripping onto the steering wheel as if his motion would help banish the pink on his cheeks.

—Yeah, so... For the whole day, Max was stiff and anxious as hell, trying to play off cool as usual. Luckly, none of his buddies questioned his slight shift in demeanor — or how he stared at you like nobody saw it, how he tried to fit himself closer to you just for a sliver before distancing at the touch with that same pink-ish colour all around his face. You drove him nuts.

He thought he wouldn't get enough sleep on that damn trip, as much as he was tired enough to doze off in seconds, Max just couldn't. It was a torture – a pretty torture.

Second day in the trip, when everyone went to that Halloween expo of sort to Universal, mostly to see FNaF stuff, he was jumpy as heck but mostly screaming lungs off at every minor and not frightening moments — everyone in the group did.

You laughed your ass off at how funny the interactions between the group jumped around.. And Max thought it was the prettiest, most memoriable trip ever, even if it wasn't just with you around.

On the third day of the trip, the gang returned to Universal for another round of not visited rides. Also, to spice up things, not only all of you went to get stupid and useless but cool stuff, but also competed on some random claw machine to win some kind of plushie.

The fun thing about that was everyone messed each other up on purpose to ragebait. Still, somehow made progress and on the cheering and evil plans against each other, on Max's turn he actually locked in and got the plushie!

The insides of that poor plushie echoed with a thud on the takeout floor of that claw machine, laying there for a moment more in everyone's loud and excited exclaims.

"Look at this guy!" Max proclaimed over Ethan's shouts, holding the plushie like it's now his kid.

"I'll let you that slide, Max, good job." You joked loud enough, clapping your hands faintly.

Anddd, this man is folded, now suddenly aware about everything and everyone. He smiled speehishly at the praise. Max was blushing on this trip a lot and dang he couldn't stop it.

Close to evening, when everyone got back to the house, they, ofcourse, played a silly game just to end the day on a good note. After that, everyone slowly headed back to their rooms to get their deserved sleep.

Just as Max closed the door to his dark room, he sat on one edge of the bed before plopping down on the soft material benarh him. You. Thinking of you again. Your interactions with him today.

His hands crawled to his face, covering it whole. He could feel the slight heat coming from his face. Parting his fingers to give access for his eyes to look at the ceiling, he tried to calm down and control his breathing.

"I need to do something." Max murmured into the dark. He layed there for a moment longer, collecting his courage and plan to execute on this trip before the chance would be long gone.

That one plushie he won today.. Yeah, this should work. But what should he even say? "Oh, we almost don't know each other but i think i love you so much, is it the same for you?" or what?

Whatever. He will improvise.

Max stood up, opened his door as quietly as it possibly could and headed outside. The backyard of the house had a shared pool that some houses could swim at, hut at the dead of night there was nobody there. Good.

He sat down on the plastic sunbathing chair, fiddling with plushie in his hand that he won earlier. Max was lost, in a good way. He was oh so scared to let the truth and confess about everything about them to you. What if you dont share the same? What if you think that its better off to stay friends or just connections even?

As for you, just before you dozed off to sleep, you felt like you forgot something. "Shit, where's my phone at..?" Oh, right, the phone. You looked around the room, your backpack, charger.. Maybe you forgot it somewhere.

Asking anyone to help at this time of night would probably be embarrassing and rude so you scavenged yourself. No, someone couldn't take your phone, definitely. You crept down the stairs, looking around the rooms you passed by.

Dining room.. Kitchen... Ah, just when you entered the living room, you saw your phone on couch pillows, laying there in the room, dimly lit by pool lights that faintly did anything.

"There you are.." You murmured to yourself, sighing a breath of relief through your nose, unconsciously looking around. Nobody is here, gladly–

The figure of someone really familiar passed by your eyes. Grey t-shirt, dark pants, hair and the unmistakable height, sitting there on sunbathing chair.

Curiosity got the better of you, of course.

"Max?" You asked out in the dark of the backyard. "Is that you?" Now you stared approaching the individual on the chair. And as you scooted closer, it indeed was Max.

On his calling, he snapped his head up and at the direction of the sound. He stood up, his side now faintly glowing from the color of the pool. How convenient that you came here. Alone.

"I.." He started as you came up closer, now standing facing him. "I needed a breather. And also a little talk." He told the truth (making up a lie would be impossible as he couldn't think straight just by looking at you alone).

Max started after a moment of silent expectation from you and a nod that you listened to his sayings. At some point, he just started rambling and rambling, but you listened, really.

You knew that he was so damn nervous and jittery around you for some reason and it never failed to make you smile and grin internally at how cute and funny this whole act was.

He fiddled with the plushie still, digging his fingers just slightly in prize that he would soon give to you just as a gift if everything goes smoothly.

Grin on your face started showing almost immediately when you understood that he almost finished talking. Because you had something up your sleeve for this handsome young man.

"And.. yeah. So, how do you fe-"

I mean, damn, you hit the jackpot you could say! You placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly tugging him down to your level and kissing him. No, you didn't think of it, you felt it was the best move ever.. atleast right now.

Max was baffled, eyes widdened and still hesitant about what is going on right now. Feeling how your lips moved on top of his made him feel dizzy as hell. Eventually, he returned with the same passion, placing his hands on your waist and back. He felt embarrassingly stiff, like a teenager having a first kiss but he tried, trust!

After that whole moment, you leaned out, with a cocky smirk on your lips. You knew that you could do anything with him as he was basically obsessed with you. So.. why not give him a chance?

You slowly stared walking back inside, trying to lead this stiff male to his room with you. As much as he was so damn shy, you could feel that he shared the same freakyness with you tight now, he just needed to unleash it.

Shit, you'd say you didn't give a single damn now.

As you got to his room, you leaded him inside, closing the door behind you two. Locking the door would be so damn suspicious, knowing that both of you would be dead asleep in the morning after what you just planned on doing.

Max sat on the edge of his mattress, face and ears burning hot, lips parted to take any oxygen he lacked just right there, sitting and waiting like a damn puppy. Just when you closed the door, with deliberate slowness you turned to him, walking up. Your knees hit the sides of his thighs as you straddle on him now laying on the mattress.

God he looked pathetic. So pathetic. In a good way. You loved seeing him fumble and nervous like this. His parted lips that let out silent shaky breaths, desperately controlled. And how his fingers twitched at his sides, gripping the sheets.

Your hand trailed unders his shirt, running from his lower stomach to his chest and behind his back, nails grazing the sensitive skin. Other hand trailed down to one of his wrists, thumb stopping right on the pulse point.

Leaning down, you grinned to yourself, seeing the submissive brunette beneath. He, on other hand, tried to mirror it coolly despite the dream experience he now had. With that, you caught his lips once more, really getting to the point of no return.

Tongues of both throbbed inside each other's mouths, you dominating over the situation and making him let out small sounds of pure bliss and satisfaction. Your thumb circled his wrist, feeling Max's heartbeat rapidly jumping.

Pulling back, you stared down at him, slightly biting your lower lip, observing man beneath. "Take your shirt off." You comanded in honey-like tone, eyeing the gray t-shirt on him before returning the eye contact.

Max, as said, swiftly took off his t-shirt, tossing it on the spare chair in the corner of his room, leaving you to gaze over his physique. Oh fuck you... what a sight...

"Good." You praised loud enough for him, running your hands down his body, pleasingly slow. Max turned his head to the side, closing his eyes and letting out a low groan with a breathy end to it.

Now, you methodicaly started taking off the last few clothes that remained on both of you. Halfway through sex, Max finally let himself go and partialy take the lead but you still was the one controlling the whole ride that night. And that ride was damn sweaty.

The early bird chipped outside, silent welcomers of the new coming day. Sun rised, the streets and outside were a gradient of soft yellow-ish and white tones. Clouds from time to time passed by, making the morning a slow start to wake up to.

As for the people.. You and Max layed cuddled close, both naked still but blissfully asleep. You, with scratches on your back and some marks on your collarbone and neck hugged one of Max’s arms. And he? Oh he was a damn mess — marks and hickeys everywhere where it's possible; collarbone, jaw, lips and neck. Hair taloused, his body drained completely, lips parted as he silently snored.

Jacob was asleep too. Poor guy was damn tired after playing the game and going places from the whole trip he dozed off just when he hit his head on the pillow of his bed.

Ethan was in the kitchen with Eddie, cooking some breakfast as usual. Time headed close to 7 AM. Sizzling of food in the pan filled the half asleep house with some life.

"Eddie, go check up on everyone, stop drooling over the food that isn't finished." Ethan asked, moving his hand like swooshing a fly away, hitting his friend in his chest with his fingers.

"Why me?! Go yourself!" Eddie complained in a bitchy tone. "I won't eat those damn sausages or whatever." Compromised he, leaning on the counter beside his friend, definitely not planning to do anything.

"Ugh.. Fine! Go fuck yourself, Eddie." Ethan finally said, putting the wooden spatula near the pan, throwing hands in the air he left the kitchen.

The first room he checked on was Jacob's. Creeking the door open, he saw him sleeping, cuddled in sheets close to a cat in the sun. With a nod to himself, he left the room, now heading towards another room to check on.

Like he did previously, he softly knocked on your bedroom door, expecting some movement on other end. When silence grew more and more, Ethan, confused, cranked the door open to look. There was no you. Your sheets were unmade but your presence wasn't there.

"Huh..?" He hummed to himself, fully entering your room. You didn't leave — your personal stuff were there, your clothes and other stuff too. Where were you?

Placing a mental note to find you, he went to the last room he didn't check at — Max’s. Max was an early bird, so he was most definitely not sleeping, ri—

When Ethan opened the door open, he saw what he least expected — you in his bed, back marked and turned to the door, his friend, Max, dead asleep with blooming marks on his neck and upper half of his body.

Holy shit. With widdened eyes, he looked at the sight he was seeing, pinching himself to probably wake up. No way, no fucking way. He wasn't sleeping. Ethan swallowed hard, lips forming a straight line as he very slowly left the room, eyes glued to the bed before he completely closed the door.

"Holy.. Sh-shit..." Plenty murmured in his palm in shock and surprise, chuckling, as he leaned on the wall beside the door of the room he just checked. Well, now he had seen everything.

With that, he strided back down to the kitchen, trying to act cool and not like he just saw his friend past-fucking state.

"Well?" Eddie asked shortly as he heard Plenty come back to the kitchen, turning his head towards the sound of footsteps as he flipped some sausages in the pan and laying the wooden spatula back on it's place.

"Uh.. No, everyone is sleeping. I think Jacob will get up soon tho.." He said forcing a thinking tone in answer. Returning to the stove, he turned off its heat as the food on the pan finished cooking.

Plenty and Eddie chatted for a while, both eating the cooked breafast by Ethan. As said later, Jacob soon came down too, greeting the two with "good morning"s.

You woke up with numb body, one arm wrapped around Max's. Pulling youself to get up, you clothed up. While doing so, you looked at the blissful brunette in bed and smiled to yourself before silently creeping out the room and heading to shower.

Of course, after last night its a good idea to wash off the smells that are probably going to make suspect about stuff that should probably be only between the two of you.

Doing your morning routine, covering up some of lovemarks on you, you headed down to the kitchen. Your stomach was so damn empty, you could've eaten an elephant for sure!

"Good morning everyone!" You cheerfuly said, not too loud to be a disturbance. Getting the same back, you picked some food to eat and leaned on the counter, munching on some good stuff.

Plenty threw glances at you, definitely knowing what happened there. He tried not to call you out for that, just stay silent – which he did.. Gladly. He will definitely need to pay more attention on this trip, so much tea that he would snicker about subtlety when he gets a chance to.