Exhausted_Exho

Call me Exho (Echo was taken smh)

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originally, you joining him in the studio had been a here and there thing. another way for you guys to spend time together while working. he'd record with his friends or-like now-paint while you did your own thing in the corner of his office.

sometimes you'd be reading, sometimes working on your own art project, sometimes actually working and typing away on your laptop, or even just talking with him while he painted.

then, the sessions became more common.

you guys had been dating for over a year. your time began to meld together, activities combining, until you two did virtually everything together.

and when he wasn't chatting with you, you'd normally be locked in on separate things.

it's how today had started. like normal, you'd brought your laptop into his office and sat in your usual spot to get some emails done. once those were taken care of, you did a few project pieces before picking up your current book.

by that time, he'd gotten off the session and started painting.

before long, your book began to bore you. it didn't happen often, but every now and then it did. your attention just wasn't in it or the story wasn't all that interesting or-god forbid-the writing just wasn't that good.

tonight it was the first. your attention just wasn't on the book.

but john was still painting.

still working away, sweeping the brush across the canvas, mixing paints. all while pulling that little "concentration face" that you'd once made fun of him for.

slowly, your book fell into your lap and you just watched him work. with music playing in the background, you fell into just as much of a trance as him.

watching his hands move so intentionally, watching the cute scrunch of his face as he focused, seeing the piece come to life bit by bit. his flow and he himself were just...entrancing.

until he caught you.

"you know," he chuckled, "it's hard to focus when i can feel your eyes on me the whole time."

your face erupted in flames, mouth opening and closing like a damn fish. "i'm just admiring your art."

"only my art?" he turns to you with an eyebrow raised. you could see the twitch of his lips, though, as he fought off a smile.

"shut up," you groaned. your head thunked against the wall behind you, making him laugh fully. "you're cute when you're focused, okay? is it a crime to watch my boyfriend do something he loves?"

"no. just distracting." you peek at his cheeky grin, grumbling again. "don't worry, i think you're cute for it, too."

"oh, shut up," you whined. but now you were smiling, too.

sometimes getting caught wasn't so bad. especially when it led to him having you perch in his lap so he could guide your hands through the brushstrokes instead.

that shared painting now hung above your guys' bed, highlighted for you to see every day.

Somehow, you never got used to it.

Three years into a relationship with Grizzy and it still caught you off guard every time you saw it.

That little furrow of his brow when he was concentrated on anything, only to turn into the brightest, most adorable smile you'd ever seen. The way his cheeks looked downright pinchable, the way his eyes crinkled, the absolutely jubilant laugh that spilled out seconds later.

It always made you want to just grab his face and squish it.

It didn't matter if you were watching stream from a different room of the house and sitting in as a mod, sitting in a chair or on the floor in his office, or even just out and about on a date or with any of the guys.

You always wanted to slap your hands against his cheeks and just keep them there.

You'd heard the term before. Cuteness aggression. Usually, it was in the context of seeing a puppy or a kit and just getting so overwhelmed with how adorable they were that you'd want to squeeze the life out of them.

Arguably the strangest evolutionary phenomena around but one that attacked you on the daily.

And now, in your usual chair next to Nelson in his office, half on your phone, half watching him play another one of Smiity's stupid stream games, it struck again.

The way his whole face lit up, the sound of his laugh making your chest burst.

It was irresistible.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you'd pushed to your feet and clapped your palms against his cheeks, accidentally forcing him into a fish-face as you made him look at you.

He just stared at you as you returned it, your brows furrowed, his face still absolutely glowing with that grin.

"Yes, baby?" His voice was soft. Amused. Even if you didn't do this often, he knew exactly what it was about.

"You're too cute sometimes," you muttered. It only made him laugh again, pushing that cuteness aggression even further until you were borderline glaring at him, hands still presses against his face, leaning closer until your nose was nearly brushing his. "It's unfair."

The way your glare shifted into a pout only made him laugh harder, one of his hands finding your waist and giving a soft squeeze.

"You do know I'm still on stream, right?"

"Well aware."

"Chat can hear you."

"Chat knows exactly what I'm talking about." A glance only confirmed your words, the chat scrolling by almost too quick to read, but a few that you caught were agreeing with you. Others were calling your reaction cute, despite the way you were clinging to Nelson's face.

"Puffer says that you're ridiculous."

"Puffer can shut it."

The rest of stream, your chair was pulled closer to his, your fingers jumping up to pinch his cheek any time he laughed, which started the cycle all over again.

Yeah, even three years later, it still hit you hard. Maybe even harder than before, but Nelson loved it.

between work, almost failing (yet another) college class, more medical issues, and major writers block lately, i have not written anything. HOWEVER, i am finally working on some new pieces for fandoms i am new to, haven't touched in a while, or am returning to!

i won't promise regular uploads but i WILL be posting more again soon. i'm also redoing my page so hopefully it looks less blank lmao

i'll see you soon my lovelies <3

i mean 3rd win for kimi in a row but he was close to getting the same boundary penalty as sprint yesterday and then double mclaren podium too plus max's best result of the year.