torn between finishing the chad fics i have planned or just abandoning all those (for now) and starting with a new one

YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST ILY OH MY GOD

i genuinely miss him so much it’s not even funny and the temptation to write for him again despite knowing people have maybe moved on is SO real

a/n HI i think this ended up more as hurt/comfort than fluff so feel free to send this again and i’ll make it real fluff next time sdfsdfjh (i want him to hold me so bad) ((this is also terribly unedited i’m so sorry))

sweet nothing

Originally posted by lcvenderhcze

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

synopsis chad knows you inside and out and knows exactly how to help you when you need it most

warnings maybe only slightly suggestive? idk i mean they’re dating and he’s in love he can’t help it

The soft, rhythmic knocking at your door brought you out of your self induced trance with a start. You knew who it was, of course you did. There was only one person who did that. The only problem was you were currently in the process of avoiding him.

There wasn’t a particular reason you weren’t talking to Chad. You’d been busy was all and the morning turned into the afternoon and then the night and then two nights before you knew it and now it was just weird.

He was persistent though, you’d give him that. Above all else though, Chad simply knew you. Better than he knew himself or anyone else. He knew every single part of you, everything that made you you, inside and out. It was how he knew that the world had gotten away from you again. The only question left was why.

You didn’t say anything at all when Chad walked in, gently shutting the door behind. The only acknowledgement you gave him was the soft flash of a smile before you went back to the video you’d been watching before his appearance.

A pout formed on Chad’s face when he saw you. Something was up. And he was determined to get to the bottom of it. “Hi sweetheart.”

That caught your attention. Your eyes shifted to him again and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew he had you in the palm of his hand already. Before you knew it he was leaning over you, supporting himself on one arm as he looked into your eyes after pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Chad couldn’t help but watch the way your eyes flashed back and forth. He let you stare at him for as long as you wanted, knowing you were satisfied when you finally looked him in the eyes again and whispered a soft “Hi.”

“Good girl,” The praise slipped past his lips and he leaned down to kiss you for real this time. He moved deliberately slow, taking his time as he savored the feeling of you for the first time in days. He drank in the sight of you one last time before looking at you again. “How’re you feeling?”

“‘M fine.”

You were lying. You knew he could tell. Maybe it was the stress of the last few days. Maybe it was the intensity with which Chad was looking at you. Or maybe you had just really missed him. Either way, you had no hesitation whatsoever listening to him when he told you to sit up.

“Come on,” He took your hands and pulled you out of your bed, setting them on his chest before sliding his own down to snake around your waist to support you. He gave you a once over, taking in every detail of yours for several moments. The clothes you’d worn to classes earlier. The creases in them from laying for so long. The slow blinking of your eyes as you fidgeted while waiting for him to say something. He kissed you again, a silent reassurance that he was right there. “You wanna tell me what’s stressing you out?”

You thought and Chad waited. He waited until he saw the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes and you looked down to avoid seeing the way he pouted and looked at you with that concerned look. Then you felt his hands on your cheeks. His thumbs wiped away the tears that had fallen and he held you like that for a moment, waiting again.

“I -” Your voice cracked and he shushed you gently, touching his forehead to yours in an attempt to ease you a little bit more. The movements you made were involuntary. You scrunched the fabric of his sweater in your hands to ground yourself, needing to physically feel him there beside you. After a few more moments it worked. “I don’t know. Everything?”

He hugged you. Tightly. Every now and then he’d kiss the top of your head or squeeze you a little harder but he didn’t let up until he felt the tension release from your body. That was when he spoke again. “Can I try helping you out a little, sweetheart?”

For a moment you forgot how to speak. All you could think about was how much you loved having Chad there. How for the first time in days you knew you wouldn’t have to sit alone with your own thoughts. And then you finally nodded.

Not a second later Chad was unwinding his body from yours and tugging at the hem of your shirt. You watched him carefully, not fully processing a single word that he was saying. His movements were slow, gentle as he undressed you, stopping every now and then to kiss any part of you he could reach.

Your eyes stayed on him as he took off the sweater he was wearing, slipping it over your head instead. “Better?” The only answer you gave him was a quiet hum and a small nod. “Good. Now come here.”

Chad sat down in the spot you’d been laying in moments before and pulled you into his lap in a single swift movement. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hands started running up and down your sides, almost immediately hitching the sweater around your waist. You shivered as his hands wandered. Up your back to your shoulders. Back down your sides. Across your thighs.

It wasn’t until he leaned forward, pressing languid kisses across your jaw and down your neck, that you let out a content, finally relaxed sigh.

“There you go,” You could feel Chad’s smile on your skin. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”

His hands left your bare skin and suddenly you felt cold without them. Your own movements were almost instinctual as you wrapped one of your arm around his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to him, and used the other one to lead one of his hands back to you.

“What is it?” He tried his hardest to hold back a smile. You looked lovesick. You were lovesick. He was satisfied with that fact alone. He grew even more satisfied when you mumbled in protest and he watched as your face flushed and you buried your head in his shoulder. He wasn’t having it. “Look at me.”

Everything else you’d felt, every worry and fear and intrusive thought in your mind, went away the second Chad’s free hand moved to the base of your throat. His hold wasn’t tight by any means, just enough pressure to get you to meet his eyes again, but it still made you gasp a little bit.

“Hey,” He lost all the thoughts in his head when he looked at you. At the way your eyes were wide and glinting and at how at peace you looked. Worlds different than when he’d found you. “You’re so pretty you know that?” He couldn’t help himself. He pulled you forward with the hold he still had on you and smiled against your lips as he kissed you, a little deeper this time. “Pretty girl.”

“I love you.” You hadn’t even thought about saying the words, they’d escaped you outside of your own volition. All you knew was that right there, sitting on Chad’s lap with him holding you close, you felt okay again. And that was enough. So you said it again hoping he could read between the lines of what you were thinking. “I love you.”

“I know,” Chad smiled and dropped his hand, returning it to its original place on your bare skin underneath his sweater. “I love you too.”

He fell backwards on the bed then, pulling you down with him as easily as he had before. He stayed there with you, holding you and whispering little affirmations in your ear, for minutes and then hours, until you’d drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Once you were finally out he tightened his arms around you once, positive that this right here was the best feeling he’d ever experienced, before drifting off after you.

DANI P L E A S E this is so dangerous for us to think about but also you’re SO right

(ask me my thoughts on “i can’t live with myself cause i know you’d die for me” i dare you)

DFKJGHKASJF HELLO MY LOVE I MISS YOU

let’s play a game called how many chad fics can i name after taylor songs

((the answer so far is every single one i’ve written so far including the one i’m almost done with))

alright babes y'all are getting ghostface!chad later hopefully BUT in the meantime you know what time it is, this is for the exes to lovers chad fic (the one in this preview) because it’s…getting SO long it’s insane