Satan to fill my head with ideas (maxley)

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The story has smut and angst,
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Max's Point of View:

As I slowly woke up, the irresistible aroma of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air, awakening my senses and igniting a fierce growl from my ravenous stomach. Groggily, I scanned the room for any sign of Brad but found no trace of him. A pressing urge to visit the bathroom drew me out of bed before I decided to reach for my phone. Groggily scrolling through my notifications, I discovered a total of 11 alerts. My attention was immediately drawn to the 8 messages from Bobby and PJ in our group chat, as well as the 3 messages from my dad. One of my dad's messages captured my focus:

Dad
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"Hey, Maxie, just checking in. Are you alright?"
7:28 pm

"Remember to keep up with your studies, okay?"
7:29 pm

"Good night, love you, dad."
7:29 pm

Contemplating a reply to my father's messages, my appetite took precedence. Following the tantalizing aroma, I made my way to the kitchen, where I was greeted by the delightful sight of Brad merrily cooking, humming a cheery tune. A surge of warmth and excitement enveloped me as I approached him. With mischievous intentions, I stealthily crept up behind him and playfully tickled him, evoking a charming burst of laughter from him and a blush from me. Startled, Brad turned around to face me, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Relax, I caught you having a little dance and sing-along," I reassured him with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of my neck.

Despite my attempt to play it cool, Brad's reaction was too endearing to simply brush aside. His cheeks glowed like ripe strawberries, and his exclamation of "THANKS, DUDE!" only added to the comical charm of the moment. I couldn't help but break into a wide grin as he handed me a plate of perfectly fluffy, golden-brown pancakes. Seated at the table, I took a bite and was immediately transported to a realm of pancake paradise. "YUMMY!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my delight as my tail involuntarily wagged.

After savoring every delicious morsel, I made my way to the sink to wash my plate when I noticed Brad standing behind me. I couldn't help but lavish him with praise for his culinary skills. "Your pancakes are unbelievably delicious. How did you make them?" His response was a coy smile that sent fluttering sensations through my stomach. "Oh, it's a secret," he teased, "but I'm glad you liked them. You're the only one I've ever let try them." Blushing at the unexpected compliment, I struggled to compose myself. As I attempted to regain my bearings, a sudden wave of lightheadedness overcame me and everything faded to black.

Upon regaining consciousness, I found myself lying in our room with a pounding headache. Brad was nowhere to be seen, likely off to his class. Despite my disoriented state, I managed to sit up and felt something beneath me. As I peered through bleary eyes, a sight both unexpected and heart-skipping emerged.

BRADLEY!

The realization that he must have carried me back here made me blush. Wanting to treasure the moment and not wanting to overstep, I gently brushed a strand of his honey-like, soft hair away, admiring the sight before allowing myself to rest once more.

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Bradley's Point of View:

Bradley's eyes fluttered open to the sound of his phone ringing, pulling him out of sleep. He glanced over at Max, still peacefully asleep, and muttered to himself, "Don't wake up right now." Slowly, he made his way to the table where his phone lay and answered it. The moment he heard the voice on the other end, his heart plummeted. It was his father.