#core silky

silky = purple

reader = pink

ron = blue

adapt = red

jason = orange

silky x reader - off his game / fluff

warnings: secret crush, fluff, awkward silky, slight tension, light teasing, friend group dynamics

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silky was never the type to get nervous around girls.

that was what kept bothering him about the whole thing.

he talked easily, flirted easily, always knew what to say without thinking too hard about it. he was naturally confident, naturally loud, the type of person who could walk into a room and immediately start talking like he’d been there for hours already.

so the fact that you somehow made him overthink everything felt genuinely annoying.

because he couldn’t even explain it.

it started happening slowly too.

small things he normally wouldn’t notice.

you’d walk into the room and suddenly he’d become aware of the way he was sitting. or he’d be in the middle of saying something to ron and completely lose his train of thought the second he noticed you laughing nearby.

and the worst part was nobody even knew.

silky made sure of that.

one night everybody was downstairs spread around the living room while they played bo2 on the tv. ron and jason were arguing over something stupid near the kitchen island while adapt sat on the floor editing clips on his laptop.

you were on the other side of the couch from silky, curled up near the armrest while scrolling on your phone.

silky wasn’t even talking to you.

that was the problem.

he kept noticing you anyway.

the way you laughed quietly at your screen sometimes.

the way you kept pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands without realizing it.

the way you looked tired but still stayed downstairs with everyone instead of going to bed.

“bro lock in,” ron said suddenly.

silky looked over. “what.”

“you died again.”

he glanced back at the screen and realized he’d completely stopped paying attention.

“oh shit.”

jason laughed from the other side of the couch. “this dudes mentally gone.”

“shut up,” silky muttered, grabbing the controller again.

you glanced up for a second at the conversation before looking back down at your phone, barely reacting.

which honestly made it worse somehow.

because you weren’t doing anything.

you were just existing near him and it was still enough to throw him off.

silky leaned back against the couch cushions, trying to focus again while ron kept talking over the game.

after a while you stood up quietly.

“i’m making ramen,” you said casually to nobody specific.

adapt looked up from his laptop immediately. “make me one.”

“lazy ass.”

“please.”

you laughed softly before disappearing into the kitchen.

silky’s eyes followed you for maybe half a second before he looked away again.

ron noticed anyway.

“bro,” he said. “focus.”

“i am focused.”

“clearly not.”

silky rolled his eyes but didn’t answer.

a few minutes later you came back struggling to hold three bowls, handing one to adapt before sitting back down again.

you glanced toward silky briefly. “you want some?”

he looked over too fast. “hm?”

“ramen,” you repeated, lifting the extra bowl slightly. “i made too much.”

“oh. yeah.”

his voice sounded calmer than he actually felt.

you handed it over casually before settling back into your spot on the couch like nothing happened.

“thanks,” he said.

“mhm.”

that was it. barely even a conversation.

still somehow enough to make him stare at the bowl for a second longer than necessary before ron nudged his arm.

“bro eat the damn ramen.”

silky looked over immediately. “shut up.”

ron laughed under his breath while going back to the game.

the rest of the night stayed normal after that.

everybody talking over each other, the tv too loud, adapt complaining about editing something, jason trying to argue with ron over nothing important.

and through all of it, silky kept catching himself glancing toward you without meaning to.

sometimes you’d already be looking at him for a split second before looking away again.

sometimes you wouldn’t notice at all.

either way, it kept messing with him.

later on, you ended up laying sideways against the couch cushions, half asleep now while scrolling slower and slower through your phone.

adapt eventually went upstairs first, then ron disappeared into the kitchen again with jason not long after.

silky stayed where he was.

so did you.

the room got quieter after a while, mostly just the sound of the tv still playing in the background.

then suddenly you looked over at him.

“you’ve been quiet today.”

silky glanced up. “have i?”

“kinda.”

he looked back toward the tv. “just tired.”

you nodded a little like you believed him. “mhm.”

he could feel you still looking at him for another second before you looked away again.

and for some reason that tiny interaction alone stayed stuck in his head way longer than it should’ve.

because that was the whole problem.

nothing huge was even happening between you.

no flirting. no obvious moments. no one calling him out.

he just liked being around you way more than he wanted to admit.

and it was starting to get harder for him to act normal because of it.

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i cant stop listening to michael jackson