| Madison Beer x nerd! reader
Not awkward — heavy in the way storms leave the air charged.
Madison walks you back to your place without letting go of your hand once. Her thumb rubs slow circles against your skin, grounding, intentional. Like she’s reminding you she’s here. Like you’re not slipping away this time.
Inside, you drop your bag by the door.
You don’t even get a chance to speak before she turns to you.
It’s not loud. Not sharp.
But something in her tone makes your breath catch.
You sit on the edge of the couch without thinking.
Madison stands in front of you, arms crossed loosely, studying you like she’s deciding something important.
“You don’t get to decide what I can handle,” she says quietly. “Or what I deserve.”
“Hey,” she interrupts, stepping closer. She tilts your chin up with two fingers, firm but gentle. “Eyes on me.”
Her expression isn’t angry. It’s intense. Focused. Like all of her attention is right here.
“I choose you,” she says. “Every time you try to make yourself smaller, you’re choosing for me. Don’t.”
She leans in until you’re close enough to feel her warmth.
“Do you understand?” she asks.
“Yes,” you say softly. “I understand.”
Her lips curve into a small, satisfied smile.
She kisses you like she’s done waiting.
Not rushed — deliberate. One hand cups the back of your neck, the other resting on your knee, thumb pressing just enough to keep you still. Her mouth moves against yours with confidence, with heat, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.
You gasp quietly, and she pulls back just a fraction.
“Stay,” she murmurs against your lips.
Her forehead rests against yours, breath uneven now.
“God,” she whispers, smiling like she’s enjoying how flustered you are. “You have no idea how hard it is not to overwhelm you.”
Your voice comes out shaky. “You’re doing a terrible job.”
She laughs softly, then kisses you again — slower this time, deeper, hand sliding to your waist like it belongs there.
When she finally pulls away, she presses one last kiss to your jaw.
“I don’t need you perfect,” she says. “I need you present.”
She leans back just enough to look at you.
“And you’re not allowed to disappear on me again.”
There’s no question in it.
“Good,” she says, brushing her thumb over your lip. “Because I’m not done choosing you.”