request: Max or Jason introduces you to kayson and you guys hit it off
reader = pink
kaysan = green
jason = orange
SPARKS AT THE FAZE HOUSE
warnings: fluff, light banter, subtle attraction/chemistry, swearing?
the faze house was always chaotic—someone yelling across the living room, someone else playing music too loud, controllers clacking, the smell of food hanging in the air. you’d gotten used to it over time, visiting jason enough that the noise didn’t overwhelm you anymore. still, you never quite knew who was going to be there when you walked in.
jason had promised a chill hang today. “swear it’s just the guys,” he’d said when you texted him earlier. “no crazy party, no cameras in your face. just us.”
you pushed open the front door, stepping into the cool air-conditioned house. immediately, you heard jason’s voice upstairs.
“yo, come up!” he called, and you followed the sound, dodging a pair of sneakers someone had abandoned near the steps.
when you reached the top, jason was leaning against the railing with that trademark smirk of his, a little too pleased with himself.
“took you long enough,” he said, pulling you into a quick side hug before steering you towards one of the rooms. “c’mon, there’s someone i want you to meet.”
you raised an eyebrow. jason was not usually the “matchmaker” type. “should i be nervous?”
he grinned. “nah. well, maybe. depends how you handle charm.”
rolling your eyes, you followed him inside. the room smelled faintly of energy drinks and had led lights glowing along the walls. sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, was kaysan. you’d seen him online before—producer, dj, jason’s friend—but never in person.
“yo, kaysan,” jason announced. “this is my friend i’ve been telling you about. y/n, meet kaysan.”
kaysan looked up, phone forgotten in his hand. he stood, a little taller than you expected, his easy smile softening his sharp features.
“hey,” he said, offering his hand. “nice to finally meet you.”
you shook it, his grip warm but not overwhelming. “you too.”
jason clapped his hands like he’d just achieved something monumental. “perfect. you guys talk. i’m grabbing a drink.” and before you could protest, he disappeared out the door. typical jason.
the silence that followed should’ve been awkward, but it wasn’t. kaysan tilted his head, studying you like he was already curious.
“so jason’s been hyping you up,” he said, amusement tugging at his mouth.
you blinked. “oh, really? what exactly did he say?”
“that you’re cool,” he replied. “which, coming from him, is rare praise. usually he just talks trash about everybody.”
you laughed, relaxing a little. “sounds accurate.”
kaysan gestured for you to sit on the couch. you dropped onto one end, and he sat a little closer than you expected—not too close, but enough that you noticed the space shrink.
“so,” he said, leaning back casually. “you hang around here often?”
“sometimes,” you admitted. “not too much, though. i like my sanity intact.”
that made him laugh, low and genuine. “yeah, i get that. these guys can be a lot. fun, but…a lot.”
his eyes lingered on you a beat too long before flicking away, like he didn’t want to get caught staring. you felt a little warmth creep into your chest.
the conversation drifted easily—about music, the chaos of the house, little things jason had probably forgotten he’d mentioned about you. you were surprised at how natural it felt, like you weren’t meeting for the first time but catching up after a long break.
at one point, jason stuck his head back into the room, holding his drink. “you two vibin’?”
“get out,” you and kaysan said in unison, and jason cackled as he disappeared again.
you shook your head, embarrassed, but kaysan was smiling at you like he enjoyed the synchronicity.
“you’re not what i expected,” he admitted suddenly.
you arched a brow. “and what did you expect?”
he hesitated, then smirked. “someone less…sharp. jason talks like you’re just the chill friend. but you’ve got bite. i like it.”
your stomach did a small flip at the way he said it—lighthearted, but with an edge of something else. something that made your pulse pick up.
you tried to deflect with humor. “guess you’ll just have to adjust your expectations, huh?”
kaysan leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees, eyes on yours. “i think i can handle that.”
the air between you shifted, subtle but undeniable. you weren’t sure if he noticed it too, but the way his gaze lingered suggested he did.
“alright,” jason’s voice boomed from the hallway again, breaking the moment. “we’re ordering food—what do you guys want?”
you called out your choice, grateful for the interruption and annoyed at the same time. when you glanced back, kaysan was still watching you, an amused spark in his eyes like he’d read your thoughts.
by the time the food arrived, you and kaysan had already fallen into a rhythm of easy banter. he teased you about your choice of toppings; you teased him about his playlist. jason rolled his eyes at both of you, muttering something about third-wheeling in his own house.
but when you caught kaysan’s eyes across the table, the noise of the house faded for a moment. there was something there—an unspoken pull, the kind that made you wonder what would happen if you let it.
and maybe, just maybe, jason knew exactly what he was doing when he’d introduced you.
(NOT PROOFREAD!)
dude i was deadass about to get like ready for bed because of rons stream tomorrow at 8AM?!?!
but i realized i haven’t written anything today loll
