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cheesec4kee · 15 days

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** thinking about your parents coming over to visit you and max, but because of your parents max doesn’t get as much attention as he usually would, leading him wish that your parents would leave sooner so he could have some time with you even if it sounds selfish :(( and as soon as you realize and start taking care of him to make up for it, something goes wrong, leaving him on the edge !!

╰ a / n : thank you VERY much to my friend who requested this because this is pure genius !! much love anajaaj <3

╰ warnings : gn reader, mentions of sexual intimacy, oral (m receiving), not proofread

- max who’s more than happy that your parents are visiting the two of you and staying for a week, despite you offering to go to their place instead, your parents went through all the trouble just so they could see the two of you, and plus, they’re now his family too after all.

- though there is a small problem that leaves him annoyed. he can’t help but feel frustrated at the lack of affection and intimacy between the two of you while your parents visits.

- you’ve been ‘busy’ , to say the least. you’ve been occupied with making your parents comfortable, cleaning the house a lot more often then usual, cooking larger portions, which will obviously shorten the usual amount of attention and intimacy you would give him.

- and as selfish it sounds, he wishes that the week would go faster, because he misses you oh so much. you barely have time for him when your parents were around, the least you could give him was a light peck on his cheek— and he wants so much more than that. needs more than that.

- he would clench his jaw seeing you talk with your parents and spend majority of your time with your parents, when it’d usually be with him. he didn’t expect that your parents coming over would change the attention span you’d give him by so much. .

- max who curses under his breath, missing your touch, the feel of your walls clenching around his cock, or the way your fingers would wrap around his dick so perfectly.

- max who can barely function properly without your attention, the lack of sexual interaction between the two of you was slowly driving him insane !! he’s been giving you hints, hinting oh how bad he needs you, whether it’d be your mouth around his cock or your walls clenching him so deliciously, he’s desperate for anything at this point, he needs to feel you so bad !!

- and when you finally start realizing on how desperate he’s getting for your attention, how could you resist him ?? definitely not with the way he’s looking at you across the room, of course. you excuse yourself from the conversation you were having with your parents, leading him to the bathroom just across the living room, and you of course didn’t miss the way his eyes lit with excitement as you pull him inside.

- hearing the 'click !' of the bathroom door, he shimmies out of his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. he curses under his breath in embarrassment feeling his cock growing awfully hard without you even doing anything yet !!

- and as soon as you get on your knees and pull his boxers down, soon feeling your fingers wrap around his cock, he had to restrain himself from cumming on the spot. due to the lack of sexual interaction between the two of you, he’s gotten much more sensitive.

- his tip leaks of pre-cum, while his hands sneak up behind your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair. the quiet whine that slips past his lips when you kiss his tip was like music to your ears, only encouraging you to continue.

- but knowing your time with him was limited, you wrap your mouth around his cock and sink down on it, gagging slightly. he groans quietly, pushing your head further down to take more of him.

- max who bites his bottom lip to shut himself up, throwing his head back as he grips your hair tighter feeling himself growing closer and closer. his lets one hand go and grips the edge of the sink, accidentally knocking a bottle of soap along with a can of hair spray which hit the floor with a loud 'clang!' .

- with how loud that was, and how your parents were just in the living room which was just across the bathroom the two of you were in, it surely must've caught the attention of your parents.

- you knew how close max was, it was obvious with the way his breath hitched. but you couldn't risk getting caught by your parents, and so you pulled away- pulling his boxers back up as you could hear him groan in frustration.

- "are you fucking serious right now?" he hissed quietly, his cock still hard. the bulge was very much obvious, and he'd hate walking out of the bathroom without it taken care of.

- as you pull his boxers back up hastily, you mutter soft apologies while pressing soft kisses on his neck, promising you'll get back to him as soon as your parents leave. you unlock the bathroom door and shut the door behind you, leaving him with his cock still painfully hard :((

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cheesec4kee · 1 month

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snap out of it ⸺ VS¹ ୨୧

crying to max about your boyfriend who had recently treated you like shit and break up with you, max deems he’s much a better boyfriend than he is— and he’s more than willing to make you snap out of it.

[ warnings ! ] : smut, fem reader, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home), google translated dutch, verrry poorly written smut oops

[ a/n ] : originally wanted to do this w Charles but thought it might be time to try n write for more drivers :3 was very rushed so the plot is maybe a little wanky since I lost track of it aswell, I also was experimenting w my vocabulary so might be a little weird but regardless I hope you guys like this, came out longer than planned but oh well (reblogs very much appreciated !)

⸺ smut under the cut

the shrill chime of a notification pierced through the silence, jolting Max from his peaceful night. he unlocked his phone, his heart racing at the message you sent him that flashed across the screen. without a second thought or doubt at all, Max threw on his coat and bolted through the door of his house, fumbling with his car keys.

as he sped through the dimly lit streets, his mind races. he knows what had happened without you having to tell him, but he still wonders on what that so called ‘boyfriend’ could have done now. he recalls this very well, when he'd rush to your apartment at some nights, comforting you, doing anything to get you out of your own head.

the bond the two of you had could almost be unbreakbale, and max couldn't bear the thought of you in pain.

the rain-sliced roads reflected the glow of the streetlights, casting a eerie ambiance over the city. every minute for him felt like an enternity, amplifying max's anxiety. he doesn't know why he's so worried, he knows what had happened— so why does his heart still pound in his chest whenever you message him to come over because of an 'emergency'?

as max's car screeched to a halt outside of your familiar apartment, a sense of urgency propelled him out of his car and up the stairs of your apartment building, going up the stairs as fast as he possibly could bring himself to, standing in front of your apartment door.

5 seconds was how long it took him for him to reach into his pocket and fumble with the extra keys you provided for him and to open the door, entering the dimly lit apartment- the only light source being the tv source in the living room of your apartment.

when he found out that you fell in love (or near enough), he was happy for you— but he was disappointed that he couldnt get you in time, that he couldnt tell the truth of his true feelings for you.

he always wanted to claim you as his, to be able to bring you to his races, but he wasnt sure of your feelings for him. he didn't want to weird you out and ruin the bond the two of you had, but oh the things he'd do if you were his.

the apartment was dead quiet when he arrived, but he could hear you quietly sobbing in your room (considering the walls of you apartment were concerningly thin), and he could feel his heart ache. it pained him knowing that you were dating such an asshole, you deserve to be with someone better.

someone better like him.

he almost thought you were hypnotized, because how could you be so blind? it was painfully obvious that he was no good for you. oh how desperately he wants to grab both your shoulders and shake, just for you to snap out of it.

he stares at the door of your bedroom, hearing the faint sobs and sniffles, and it pained him to even think about it.

he knocks quietly on the door of your bedroom, before taking a peep inside— seeing you sat the floor beside your bed, your tears ruining your make up, mascara running down your cheeks.

"oh— liefde," he sighs at the sight, entering your room and closing the door behind him. his heart sinks as he kneels infront of you and cup your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

"what'd that asshole do this time?" he caresses your cheek with his thumb, wiping away the mascara staining your cheeks.

he doesn’t even need to know what happened, noticing your make up— he could tell what your ‘boyfriend’ did already. he almost scoffs at the thought, finding it unbelievable.

but that was his lost, then.

though max knew your ‘boyfriend’ would be bad for you, he said nothing— because either way, he was just a friend in your eyes, maybe a fuck buddy too, but he knew he had no right to ‘look out for you’ if he was just a friend.

he didn’t want for you to think of him as ‘controlling’ or ‘possessive’, especially if he doesn’t claim you. yet.

"don't call him that," you sniffle, wiping your tears.

"oh come on," he scoffs, rolling his eyes and giving your cheeks a light squeeze.

"that name suits him perfectly." he frowns a little seeing you shake your head in disagreement. he seriously couldn't see what's so special about your 'boyfriend', especially after what he did. he can treat you better, anyways.

so much better.

"what's so good about him, anyways?" he leans back, his hands leaving your cheeks as he moves to sit beside you. you lean on his shoulder, sniffling quietly.

this wasn't the first time this has happened, whether it would be with your boyfriend, or another man. knowing that you somehow always attracted red flags, he's very familiar with the relationship you have with your so called 'boyfriend' after you’ve invited him over to rant to him (and to get you out of your head).

watching you struggle to come up with a response he sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

"It's either settling down with him or giving him up for someone better." he utters quietly, turning his head to face you and pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"you need to leave him and forget about him," he utters, grabbing your hand and squeezing it reassuringly, his thumb carresing your knuckles gently.

"i cant," you sighed shakily, biting your bottom lip and shaking your head. the silence stretches between you two as he caresses your knuckles, Max glancing at you as you get lost in your own thoughts.

not being able to take the silence anymore, he breaks the silence— interlocking his fingers with yours, giving it another gentle squeeze.

"how about I make you forget about him? yeah?" he coos, the corners of his lips tugging into a soft smile (which had a way more sinister meaning behind them), watching as you nod. he wipes your tear stained cheeks, pressing another gentle kiss on your forehead.

he knows what you need, he knows the only thing that makes you feel much better and get you out of your head.

and he’s more than willing to provide that for you.

max himself knows what and how it happened. one moment you were bawling your eyes out, and in one blink of an eye he has his cock plunging inside of your cunt, hitting all of the spots you never even knew existed inside of you. your were practically being split open.

"fuck, liefde, so fuckin' tight." he groans, holding your hips in place to keep you from squirming. your whines and moans were music to his ears, and oh how bad he felt for your neighbors for missing out.

"feels so good, s-shit.." you breathed out, hands gripping onto the sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white, seeing him smirk despite your blurry vision.

"yeah? your 'boyfriend' could never do this." he hums against your neck, feeling your walls tighten around his cock at his words, the lewd noises of skin slapping filling the room. "can he get you like this? desperate and dripping for dick?"

you shake your head frantically because it's not like it wasn't true, it is true. because your 'boyfriend' couldnt, not like Max can. you knew that you could never find someone who could fuck you as good as Max did.

his hips snapped against yours while his cock drilled inside your cunt so easily, filling you to the brim with his length as you mewled.

"shit, 'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget about that asshole." he groans, feeling your walls tighten around his cock at his words, he grins, “yeah? you want me to? you want me to fuck you till you forget about him?”

“y-” you babbled, “yes, please— oh, god!”

his grin only grows wider, his grip on your hips tightening as he picks up the pace. "gonna claim this cunt," he huffs, pressing a hand on your stomach, feeling the small outlining of his cock.

"will be all mine. all, fucking, mine." you could feel your eyes threatening to roll back, tears streaming down your cheeks from pleasure. "not his, or anyone else's," he breathes out.

he couldn't deny that he enjoyed seeing you like this. he couldn't deny the fact that he was happy when he realized that your boyfriend broke up with you, opening a seat for him to easily claim.

"all yours, max— shit!" you mewl, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust, your vision growing hazy. you gripped the sheets tighter, babbling incoherent words that you yourself, or max could understand.

"oh— ‘m close, fuck fuck fuck—!" you moaned, feeling the knot in your stomach increasingly grow tighter and tighter.

"then cum f'me, shatje, wanna feel you cum around on m'cock," he huffs, leaning down and trailing sloppy kisses down your neck, "fucking cum."

and, well, you knew you couldn't deny him. if you were even the slightest bit good at denying max, you definitely wouldnt be in this position, his cock drilling deep inside of you. and so you arch your back, moaning loudly, savouring the white specs forming in your vision that only max seems to manage bring out of it.

you could feel max's thrusts grow sloppier and slower, and with how tight he was gripping your hips, you were certain they'd leave marks.

he fucks you through your orgasm, the liquid forming a ring around his cock. he chases after his own high, rolling his hips against yours, his breath hitching.

and with one final thrust, he fills you up to the brim— breathing heavily as he pulls out. his eyes look down at your hole, his cum oozing and dripping onto the sheets you lay on, admiring his masterpiece.

your chest heaves up and down, vision hazy as you came down from your high. he runs a hand through his hair, some strands of his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat.

"just know that this isn't it for tonight,"

"because I'm not done until you forget everything about him, and have only my name engraved in that pretty little head of yours."

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cheesec4kee · 1 month

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Time, wondrous time ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

meeting a boy and falling in love and giggling and kicking your feet at the thought of him was something you swore you’d never do, but maybe with Charles you wouldn’t mind.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, cheesy writing ew

[ a/n ] : woohoo part 2, this is kinda cheesy but it’s okay bcz it’s charles teehee !! (reblogs very much appreciated !)

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⸺ fluff under the cut

you never really understood the difference between being in love with someone and loving someone.

that was of course, until Charles stepped in.

how long has it been? you don’t know. you’ve been texting each other nonstop to the point you’ve lost track of time.

you’d occasionally smile at the message he sent, whether it’d be a silly joke or a cheesy pick up line— it has cartwheels form in your stomach, has your cheeks flush slightly.

you realized that you were in love with charles, and no matter how much you tried, you couldn't deny the fact that you loved him differently than how you loved the rain or reading books in the library.

you were so submerged into him that sometimes he was all you could think about.

other emotions of course lapped into you like waves lapping into the shore, but the love for him stays. he'd always manage to sneak in through the back doors of your mind.

though, despite all of the feelings you harbored, you could never dare to confess to him. the words would be stuck inside your throat, and you would (most of the time actually) sometimes brush off the feelings you had for him, thinking that maybe its just a phase and you'll move on from it.

you didnt want to scare him off, you just met him a few weeks ago after all, you didn't want it to be weird between the two of you, especially since you actually enjoyed the yogurt from the small shop.

but most importantly, you didn't want him to feel forced to reincorprate your feelings towards him and ruin the bond the two of you had.

ever since you got his number, you would ask if he ate yet, you would remind him to drink water as you learned that he does tend to forget sometimes. maybe those were wordless confessions, and maybe you found yourself hoping that he would realize sooner or later.

the familiar toll of the bells filled you ears as you entered the yogut shop, greeted with a warm smile from Charles himself.

"the usual?" he smiled his hands getting something behind the counter, before you shook your head with a chuckle. you could see his smile slowly fading, lips parting slightly, which made you raise youreyebrows.

you could see his hand put something away behind the counter, making you tip-toe slighty to get a peek of what it was.

"is that bad?" you inquired, a soft smile tugging the corner of your lips.

"n-no! it's not that. ." he cleared his throat, shifting his weight from a leg to his other leg, hands against the counter.

as you managed to finally get a small peek of what he put away behind the counter, it was a cup of yogurt- or rather, (his) your usual order.

"ah, you have it prepared already?" you chuckled, watching his cheeks slowly burn from embbarasment, a sheepish smile creeping on his face.

"uh, yeah." he murmured, glancing at the prepared cup of yogurt, then back to you, staying silent for a minute, taking in your apperance.

You couldn't help but feel butterflies fluttering inside your stomach, you found it cute how he has your usual order memorized already. It's always the small details that does something to you.

"so, what would you like to order this time?" he smiles, tilting his head slightly.

"changed my mind. I'll just take the usual," you took your wallet, placing the money on the counter before he slides it back to you.

"keep the money, it's the least I can do." he hums, getting the cup of yogurt and handing it to you.

you blinked a couple of times before shaking your head, sliding the money to him.

"the least you can do for what, exactly?" you raised an eyebrow, his cheeks growing just a bit more red as he slides the money back to you again.

"..for your company."

his words echoed in your mind as you went home, unlocking the door to your apartment- heading straight to your bedroom, flopping down your bed and burying your face into your pillow, holding it tight.

your cheeks flushed a crimson red, your mind filled with the thought of him.

you sucked in a breath, before hearing your phone buzz in your pocket, causing you to pause and reach in your pocket,lifting your head from your pillow.

realizing it was a message from charles, you were unsure on how to react. fuck, what do you respond with?

he was asking if you got home safe. you thought about your resoponse, typing and deleting all over. his words still echoed in your head, you couldn't seem to shake it out of your thoughts- it'll always manage to creep back into your mind.

"yeah, I got home safely" your thumb hovered over the send button, before sighing and pressing send- hoping for the best.

reading back your response, it seemed kinda dry. you cursed under your breath, hoping he wouldn't mind.

"im sorry If I weirded you out before."

you read his text over and over again, wishing you could just asnwer and really be honest to him, pouring all the bottled up feelings you had for him.

"you didn't actually weird me out haha, I was actually happy to hear that you did"

"but why do you actually enjoy my company? I dont think im anything special for you to enjoy being around me."

"becaause I love you"

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cheesec4kee · 1 month

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Hello, I saw that your requests are open so I wanted to ask if you could please write something with Charles Leclerc and reader based on the song Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter 👀

Talkin’ nonsense ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

the first few days of your relationship has been amazing. safe to say you consider yourself as one of the luckiest women on earth to manage to pull the monegasque, and maayybe he’s the only thing currently filling your thoughts to the point he’s got you talking nonsense.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, very short , poorly written , cliche writing

[ a/n ] : I’m so sorry if this look so long omg !! I was trying to think of a good plot for this, and I settled w the 'first few weeks of your relationship' w Charles ajjaja !! turned out to be more of a one shot, but I hope you like it !! <3 (reblogs very much appreciated!)

⸺ fluff under the cut

you wish that he was the only person in your contacts, with nobody else— just him. you enjoyed his company, and so when he confessed to you, you were overjoyed.

you were tempted to just change his contact to “don’t leave me alone”, to put all of your other contacts to archived and so you would only get notifications from charles.

okay maybe not all of your contacts, since it’d be crazy to put charles over your family, but it was still a tempting thing to do.

you’ve lost count to the times you ranted to your best friend about charles. you wouldn’t call yourself obsessed, but with a man like charles? you were proud as fuck, of course you would brag him to your friends.

and oh how he treats you so well. he treats you like a princess, no— a queen. you always thought that you were lucky to manage to pull the monegasque.

when he first came over to your place to watch a movie together, your tongue went numb— you stuttered constantly, and I mean you couldn’t help yourself,

not with the way he’s so close to you.

he finds it cute, how you got all nervous and flustered when he got slightly closer to you— it amused him, really.

he’s everything you could possibly ask for, you don’t want no one else— you we’re completely enamored by him, you were in too deep already, and you knew it.

you couldn't help but start to think about nonsense when you look at him, couldn't help the cartwheels in your stomach whenever he walks in.

and when he has his arm wrapped around you? oh, it's like a dream come true— it just feels so good, you just had to jump the octave.

ever since he confessed to you and became your boyfriend, you don't even know if you've ever had a ex. the thought of charles himself made any other thoughts filling your head gone, let alone your ex, who was your ex anyways? you couldn't recall anything about him when charles is engraved in your head.

you could never find your cool around charles, always stumbling over your words and stuttering, the effect he has on you is actually concerning sometimes, you must've lost it..

you don't even know anymore, talking nonsense to charles all around the clock, hoping nobody would knock on the door of your room and interrupt the two of you.

you're talking about the opposite of soft, talking about wild, WILD, thoughts.

he manages (and has) to keep up, knowing you've got some young energy, and oh he's prepared, all right. he's sat on your bed, listening to you carefully about your thoughts, occasionally chuckling.

"how do you even do this to me?? it's insane.." you murmured, shifting on your spot of the bed, holding your pillow a little tighter.

"mm, guess I just have that effect." he grins, his dimples apperaing.

"yeah, you do and it's very concerning."

"concerning? well that's not very good, eh?"

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cheesec4kee · 1 month

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Time, wondrous time ⸺ CL¹⁶ ୨୧

meeting a boy and falling in love and giggling and kicking your feet at the thought of him was something you swore you’d never do, but maybe with Charles you wouldn’t mind.

[ warnings ! ] : gn reader, poorly written, very cliche

[ a/n ] : I’m so sorry I accidentally deleted the request !! but this request is genuinely so cute, thank u sm for requesting !! <33 I think I might make another part for this cz I’m struggling SO BAD in making this in one fic, but I hope you like this regardless !! (reblogs very much appreciated!)

[ req ] : ‘hi !!! I loved your angst fic with Charles. But I was wondering if you could write a Charles Leclerc x Reader based on the song Invisible String by Taylor Swift maybe like childhood friends to lovers or something like that? I feel like it would be so cute’

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It was Monday, February 24 2013.

The park was oddly quiet, considering It’d usually be crowded with people at this time, with kids flooding the nearby playground, the laughter of children filling your ears, especially with how good the weather was today. you sat on the bench, reading a book— the atmosphere oddly, yet pleasingly, peaceful.

but maybe your eyes weren’t exactly focused on the book. your eyes gazed on his teal shirt through the large window of the shop, waiting for customers to order a small cup of yogurt in the small shop across the park, his face resting on his palm.

the shop was empty, his eyes focused on the clock placed on the wall, his nails tapping gently against the counter.

for some reason the sight brought a small smile up your face, and it convinced you to get a cup of yogurt yourself. convinced you to maybe try talking to him. you closed your book placing it in your bag, before crossing the road to visit the shop.

the bells tolled as you open the door, and you could see his eyes light up, standing straight as he smiled at the sight of a new customer.

“welcome, how may I help?” he seemed around your age, maybe a year older— you weren’t sure. without a single doubt, you were definitely drawn in him.

you took a moment to look at the menu, before deciding to order whatever he’d have.

“I’ll take whatever you’d have.” you smiled. you took in his appearance, his bright green eyes— his brown hair, you were enamored by him, to say the least.

everything about him drew you in. especially his eyes. his eyes mimicked the shimmer of emerald.

not to mention how his biceps filled out the teal shirt he wore. he was everything you could possibly ask for.

you smiled as he handed you the cup of yogurt, sliding back the change he placed on the counter to him as you took the spoon, putting it inside your mouth and humming at the taste.

oh, you surely were going to be a new regular.

you kept your word, visiting the yogurt shop frequently during your free time, easily becoming the new regular— and you’ve even gotten the chance to get to know him.

Charles Leclerc. though he works part time, you do see him quite often working in the small shop. you’d also occasionally see him at the local library, or taking walks around the block. whenever you two stumbled upon each other, you’d have a quick chat— before continuing on with your days.

though the ‘quick chat’ would be engraved in your mind, constantly reminding you of the chat— of him.

it felt pretty thinking that all along, there would be a invisible string, connecting the two of you together— the string making you stumble into each other occasionally.

the thought would make you smile, as you entered the yogurt shop, hearing the familiar toll of the bells as you opened the door.

“the usual?” he smiled, handing you the cup as he memorized (technically his) your usual order.

“don’t you think it’s time to try something new now?” he leaned against the counter, handing you the cup of yogurt along with the receipt and a sheet of tissue.

“nah, you have good taste.” you hummed, smiling as you accepted the cup of yogurt, checking the receipt before seeing numbers written on the back of the piece of paper, the ink seeping through slightly.

intrigued, you flipped the receipt and saw a number, no— his number.

it felt silly, becoming a regular at a small yogurt shop to get closer to a boy you never saw around, or knew. becoming a regular for the sake of having small talks with him while you were there.

you smiled seeing the numbers, saving the receipt inside your pocket.

you slide back the change to him as usual, before thanking him and exiting the shop, a happy smile plastered on your face.

sat on your bed, your thumb hovered over the send button, contemplating if you should send the test or not. would the text be too cheesy?

you sucked in a breath, sending the message and putting your phone beside you and flipped it so you couldn’t see what he responded. you clutched onto your pillow nervously, sucking in a breath.

god you feel so cringe, freaking out over a boy— trying to word your message just right, thinking over your message over and over again— nobody has ever made you feel like this, except him.

you swore it was something you’d never do, as you found it ‘cringey’ and ‘weird’, but hell— you couldn’t help yourself, he was perfect. you couldn’t help but be drawn into him.

soon you heard your phone buzz, your ears perking up at the sound, glancing at your phone.

you hesitated to take your phone and check whatever that notification was, but you built up the courage to take your phone— reading the notification.

oh god— he responded. he actually did. you exhaled, a small smile slowly creeping up your face as you couldn’t help squeeze the pillow you held tighter— your smile growing wider.

you’re definitely visiting the yogurt shop tomorrow.

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