STUDIO SURPRISE martin edwards park
summary. martin finally sees his girlfriend’s ‘hidden” talent
content. fluff, kissing, established relationship, literally just martin being down bad
the soft hum of equipment and the steady thud of a beat greeted you as you pushed open the heavy soundproof door. it was early evening, and the golden light from the setting sun filtered through the high windows, dusting the room in warm amber. there he was, martin, leaning over the mixing desk, headphones slung around his neck, fingers tapping rhythmically against the edge of the console. he looked so focused, so in his element, a small frown of concentration between his brows that you just wanted to kiss away.
you lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching him. he was wearing that oversized hoodie you loved, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and his blond hair was slightly messy from running his hands through it too many times. when he finally glanced up and saw you, his entire face softened, breaking into that familiar, boyish grin that made your heart flutter every single time.
“hey you,” he said, his voice warm and low, instantly abandoning the controls to stride over to you. he pulled you close by the waist, wrapping his arms tight around you like he hadn’t seen you in weeks instead of just this morning. “didn’t hear you come in.”
“didn’t want to disturb the genius at work,” you teased, looping your arms around his neck and leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. he hummed happily against yours, deepening it just a little, before pulling back just enough to look at you.
“you could never disturb me,” he murmured, brushing his nose gently against yours. “missed you today.”
“missed you too,” you replied, smiling as you ran a hand through his hair. “how’s it going?”
he stepped back, tugging you along with him toward the desk, his hand never leaving yours. “good, actually. working on this track… but i’ve been struggling with a melody line. something’s missing, y’know?”
he pulled you down onto the sofa tucked in the corner of the room and sat beside you, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart underneath the soft fabric of his hoodie. he played a little bit of the track for you. it was edgy, atmospheric, classic martin.
“it’s great babe,” you told him honestly. “but i get what you mean. it feels like it needs a voice that feels… soft, i guess.”
martin went quiet for a second, staring at the equipment, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he turned to you with that mischievous sparkle you knew so well. a spark of an idea had just hit him.
“y’know what?” he said, sitting up a little straighter and turning fully toward you, taking both your hands in his. “you should try it.”
you blinked, laughing softly. “try what? pressing buttons? i’ll probably break something.”
he shook his head, grinning. “no, baby. sing it. come on.”
you pulled your hands back, eyes going wide. “martin, absolutely not. i can’t sing! i hum in the shower, that’s it. you’re the musical genius here, remember?”
he leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his voice dropping to that low, persuasive tone he knew worked every time. “c’mon, baby. just for me? please? i promise i won’t judge. even if it’s terrible, i’ll still love you more than anything.” he punctuated that with a quick, sweet peck on the lips, then another and another. “just try a little bit. for me?”
you knew you were going to cave the second he looked at you with those big, pleading eyes. you sighed dramatically, trying to hide your smile. “you’re impossible. fine. but if it’s awful, you’re deleting it immediately and you’re buying me dinner.”
“deal,” he said instantly, beaming, and kissed your forehead.
he jumped up, practically bouncing with excitement, and guided you over to the microphone stand in the booth. he adjusted the height for you, his hands brushing yours gently as he fixed the pop filter. he stood so close behind you that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, his chest pressed lightly against your back. he reached around you to put the headphones over your ears, his fingers brushing your hair back tenderly.
“comfortable?” he asked, his voice right by your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you nodded, suddenly nervous. “alright. just listen to the track. i’ll start it slow. just sing the melody like you hear it. don’t think about it too much, yeah? just feel it.”
he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, lingering there for a second, and whispered, “you’ve got this.”
he stepped back to the desk, giving you a thumbs up. the music started playing in your ears. you took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and when the moment came, you sang.
you didn’t think about technique or pitch or anything. you just let the melody flow out, singing the lines the way they felt right, soft and gentle. it felt natural, almost like talking, just… musical. you finished the little section, opened your eyes, and pulled the headphones down around your neck, looking at him apprehensively.
“and?” you asked, bracing yourself. “was it as bad as i thought?”
martin was just sitting there, hands hovering over the board, staring at you with his mouth slightly open, looking completely stunned. he didn’t move or speak for a few seconds, and you started to get worried.
suddenly he shot up from his chair, nearly knocking it over in the process, and practically ran into the booth, grabbing your face in his hands. his eyes were wide and shining, filled with pure wonder and something else: pride, amazement, love.
“are you kidding me?” he breathed, his voice thick with disbelief. “you wanna join cortis?”
“that was incredible,” he said, almost shouting it before remembering where he was and lowering his voice, though he was still beaming brighter than you’d ever seen him. he pressed his forehead hard against yours, holding you so tightly it felt like he never wanted to let go. “baby… you have no idea how beautiful that was. you’re tone… it’s perfect. how have you been hiding this from me?”
you laughed, shocked yourself. “i didn’t know! i really thought i was just noise!”
martin pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his thumbs stroking gently over your cheeks. “you sound amazing. like… actually amazing. i’m blown away.”
before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, happy, and full of so much affection it made your knees weak. he kissed you deeply, pouring every ounce of his pride and adoration into it, his hands sliding down to your waist to pull you flush against him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him, smiling against his lips.
when he finally pulled away, he was grinning like an idiot. “we are keeping that. and we are doing more of it. you and me, making music together.” he pressed a small kiss to your cheek while nodding his head.
“y’know,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder, then your neck, then turning your head just enough to steal another quick kiss. “i always knew you were perfect. but now? you’re perfect and talented? dang, how did i get so lucky?”
you turned in his arms, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. “i think i’m the lucky one. especially since you’re going to treat me to that dinner now, right?”
martin laughed, the sound echoing softly in the studio, and nodded, “absolutely. dinner, dessert, anything you want. but first, one more take? just so i can listen to you sing a little longer?”
you rolled your eyes playfully, but you were already leaning back toward the mic, his arms still wrapped tight around you.
“i love you, you’re genuinely so amazing in every way” he whispered, and as the music started again, you sang for him, and he listened with the biggest, proudest smile.
🐼 aya’s note. this was lowkey rushed sorry…
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