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❝ I LIKE HIS STUPID SMILE, BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT ❞ ── boboiboy
━━━ SHE DOESN'T KNOW ᝰ.ᐟ
this is one of my one-shots in my wattpad. decided to post it here too, editing this is a hassle lmao since i'm not used to writing in tumblr, so ignore the errors that might appear when you're reading.
credits to the owner of the dividers!
𐔌 𝜗ৎ 𐦯 FANDOM.ᐟ boboiboy galaxy
𐔌 𝜗ৎ 𐦯 PAIRINGS.ᐟ boboiboy x fem! reader
The day Boboiboy realised (Y/n) liked him was so mind-bendingly stupid it could’ve been ripped from the pages of a bad fanfic — the kind that starts with a slapstick accident, some oddly specific internal monologue, and ends with the hero walking face-first into a tree. And that’s exactly what happened. Because he did, in fact, walk into a tree. But we’ll get to that.
It started like any other day: the sun shining too brightly for anyone to be emotionally stable, birds chirping like they’d just won the lottery, and Gopal screaming about the injustice of his last cookie mysteriously disappearing — which was ironic, considering he ate it. The air at TAPOPS B base was buzzing, both from the machinery in the background and the general chaos that was the norm with this group of superpowered teenagers.
Boboiboy had just finished sparring with Fang, lost miserably, and was now half-limping toward the common room where the promise of a cold drink and possibly a nap awaited. But fate, as always, had other plans.
He passed by the lab on his way — not unusual, not particularly noteworthy — except today, the door was ajar. And he heard something.
Not a crash. Not an explosion. Not even a "Gopal, that is not edible!". No, what Boboiboy heard was a voice. Her voice.
(Y/n) was talking to herself. Or maybe to Ochobot — he wasn’t sure — but either way, she clearly didn’t know anyone else was within earshot. He was about to knock, to say hey, to announce his extremely sweaty and mildly bruised presence, but then her words froze him in place.
"I know it’s stupid," she said, voice soft, casual, but with that underlying nervous energy she only got when she was hiding something, "but I think… I think I like him."
Boboiboy’s brain did what all socially awkward teenaged boy brains do when they hear their crush likes someone: it malfunctioned.
A flurry of panicked thoughts smashed into each other like atoms in a nuclear reactor. Her? Crush? Who? Was it Fang? No, please not Fang— Could it be Gopal? No, he’s like a brother— Is it me? Wait—
"Boboiboy’s just… nice. And stupid. And—ugh. He has that dumb smile. You know the one. It’s annoying."
Boboiboy’s soul left his body.
He staggered back, eyes wide, heart doing somersaults like it was training for the Olympics, and proceeded to walk directly into the tree just outside the lab. He yelped, stumbled back, then tried to pretend it didn’t happen while simultaneously reeling from what he’d just heard.
She liked him. She liked him. (Y/n) liked—him.
It was, objectively speaking, the best moment of his life. Which is exactly why he had no idea what to do with it.
He didn’t tell her.
He should’ve. Any rational, emotionally stable person would have. But Boboiboy? He wasn’t rational. Or emotionally stable. He was seventeen and in love and his entire game plan now revolved around smiling too hard and hovering awkwardly around her until she somehow, magically, noticed.
So the next day, everything changed. Subtly. Stupidly. Obviously.
"Good morning, (Y/n)!" he greeted her with the kind of grin that made her tilt her head and squint at him like he’d just grown a second nose.
"Uh… morning?" she said, a little uncertainly, sipping her drink. "You okay?"
"Perfect! I mean. I slept great. Had a dream about… mangoes. Great mangoes. Very juicy."
"…Right." She nodded slowly, like she was trying to remember if mango dreams were a sign of illness.
He didn’t stop there. He followed her around a lot more. Not in a creepy way — he hoped, but in the overly helpful "hey you need help with that oh I’ll carry that no really I insist" kind of way.
He brought her snacks, shared his umbrella even though she clearly had her own, and made the effort to sit beside her at literally every team meeting. At first, it went unnoticed. But over the next week…
"You okay, Boboiboy?" Ying asked him one day, as she caught him staring at (Y/n) for the fifth time in two minutes.
"What? Oh, yeah. Totally," he said, then laughed nervously and dropped his spoon into his soup.
"You sure? You’ve been acting kind of… jumpy lately. And weird. Weirder than usual."
He opened his mouth to deny it, but then (Y/n) walked into the room with her hair a little messy and her hoodie too big and his brain short-circuited all over again.
"I’m fine," he squeaked.
(Y/n), meanwhile, remained blissfully unaware.
Not because she was clueless — though, okay, maybe a little, but because she’d convinced herself that he’d never like her back. That he was Boboiboy — the superpowered leader, the guy who’d saved planets, the boy with sunshine in his veins — and she was… her.
So every time he smiled too long or sat too close, she just assumed it was him being friendly. He was friendly. He was sunshine and thunderstorms and stupid jokes. He smiled at everyone.
Even when he did things that should’ve made her suspicious — like offering her his hoodie when it wasn’t even cold, or handing her her favourite drink before she’d even said what she wanted — she chalked it up to "Boboiboy just being nice."
One evening, they were sitting on the roof of the base. Stars were overhead. The breeze was cool. Their shoulders were brushing. Clearly romantic.
He was trying so hard to play it cool.
"So, uh… any new crushes lately?" he asked, voice high and casual in the way that was definitely not casual.
She blinked. "Crushes? Me?"
He nodded, way too eager. "Yeah! I mean, just curious. You’re always kinda quiet about that stuff."
She laughed, brushing hair from her face. "Not really. I don’t think anyone’d be interested."
"What? No way! You’re amazing!"
She turned to look at him, surprised.
He froze. "I mean—not like—uh—platonically amazing! Like—you know—general amazingness. Objectively."
She smiled. "Thanks, I guess?"
He smiled too. Too hard. Like a man trying to suppress a nuclear grin.
It got worse.
Boboiboy started plotting. Tiny things. Stupid things. Matchmaking schemes designed to make himself the match.
He’d ask Gopal to bail mid-conversations so he could get alone time with her. He’d ask for her help training, then "accidentally" trip and land closer than necessary. He even tried to get Ochobot to play a romantic song during one of their walks, only for it to blare "Barbie Girl" at full volume. He still hasn’t lived that down.
Gopal figured it out first.
"You like her," he said flatly one day, as they cleaned up after a mission.
Boboiboy dropped the crate he was holding. "Whaaat? Noooooo."
Gopal just stared.
"Okay, maybe."
"I KNEW IT. You’ve been all heart-eyes and awkward stuttering. It’s embarrassing."
Boboiboy groaned. "She likes me too but doesn’t know I know, and I don’t want to freak her out!"
"Then tell her!"
"I CAN’T."
"Why not?!"
"BECAUSE THEN IT’LL BE REAL AND I’LL PANIC."
Gopal sighed. "You’re already panicking."
"Correct."
Eventually, the others started noticing too. Fang gave him the "don’t mess this up" look. Ying and Yaya started whispering and giggling every time he entered a room. Tok Aba, somehow, gave him a knowing pat on the back and just said, "She’s a good one."
He wanted to say something. He really did. But every time she laughed or smiled or nudged him with her elbow, he turned into a puddle of teenaged nerves and cosmic electricity.
And (Y/n)? She continued being completely, gloriously oblivious.
Until one day.
It was raining. The kind of soft, soothing rain that made the world feel quieter.
They were stuck inside — some mission delay, power blip, something or other — and the base was full of sleepy sighs and card games. Boboiboy sat on the couch. (Y/n) joined him, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands. She yawned.
He offered her his shoulder.
She blinked. "You sure?"
He nodded, heart racing. "Yeah. Totally fine. Just… if you’re tired."
She hesitated. Then leaned in. Rested her head against him. Warm. Comfortable. Perfect.
They sat like that for minutes. Hours. Or maybe it just felt that way.
Then she mumbled something. Barely audible.
"What?" he asked, heart skipping.
"I said… you feel nice," she repeated softly, not opening her eyes.
He swallowed. Then, so quiet she almost didn’t hear it, he whispered, "I know you like me."
Silence.
Her eyes flew open. "You—what—?"
He laughed nervously. "I heard you. That day. In the lab."
Her face turned every shade of red imaginable. "OH MY GOD—"
"It’s okay!" he blurted. "I like you too! A lot! I’ve been trying to tell you without… telling you."
She stared. "Wait, all the… smiling? The snacks? The weird hovering?"
He nodded sheepishly.
She blinked. "You’re an idiot."
"I know," he said, smiling widely. "But I’m your idiot. If you want."
If you're looking for more BBB x Reader books, come check out my Wattpad. This is a completed book of the BBB Galaxy series with a reader insert, If you're interested, you can check it out! The reader is also based on Rema from RMA.
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. ݁₊⿻ ;𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐒Ø𝐌𝐄ღඞˎˊ˗
── ♯ Rema!Reader ୭˚.ˎˊ˗
︶︶︶︶︶︶ ❛❛:⚡:❞ ︶︶︶︶︶︶
── ── ── ── ── ── ── ── ᥫ᭡ ✦
⧼│[Y/n] and her commander wer
• SYNOPSIS: BOBOIBOY'S ELEMENTS REACTING TO YOU KISSING THEM ON THE LIPS. PART 1.
• CONTAINS: KISSING, FLUFF, SUGGESTIVE (THUNDERSTORM), DIDN'T MENTION A Y/N.
𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐊𝐄/𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀
It was in the afternoon when Quake decided to plan a date, just the two of you. He planned out a movie night. It was perfect, really. His grandad was out, and he didn't know when he'll be back, and Ochobot was already recharging upstairs, exhausted from the missions they went to.
A gentle knock on the door made Quake jump in excitement. He quickly went over and turned the knob open, revealing you, his sweet, sweet girlfriend. “Hi Quake! Good evening, I brought snacks!” You said enthusiastically, holding two plastic bags that contained the food, which made the boy's heart melt.
Quake chuckled before grabbing the plastic bags out of your hands. “Thank you, sweetheart, but you know you don't have to.” He said, and stepping aside to let you in. “Nonsense my love. I can't have you planning this alone now.” You said, and before Quake could respond, you drag him on the couch.
Quake chuckled before sitting down beside you and wrapped the blanket around both you and him. The movie started and both of you focus on the screen in front.
A few hours later, the movie and you let out a yawn out of tiredness. Quake noticed this and turned off the TV. “We should get some rest, sweetheart.” He said which made you nod.
“Couldn't agree more.” You said before cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips on his for a small peck. “Thank you for today, love.”
He blinked once, and then twice, before exploding. His whole face heating up, and his calm facade breaking into pieces from the small action.
“W-Wha... what?!”
You laugh at his reaction. “What? It's just a peck.” But Quake was not having it, a peck? JUST A PECK? He grabbed your hand, and you looked at him in confusion.
“What?”
“Do it again.”
“WHAT?!”
𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌/𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑
Thunderstorm stood on the rooftop of the school, gazing down at the people through the wall of the chain. It was lunchtime, and he would rather starve than eat in such a crowded place, such as the cafeteria. But he mostly avoids his fangirls, who did nothing but annoy him all day.
“I knew you'd be here.” Your calm voice slightly made Thunder flinch. He turned his head around to find you, his lovely girlfriend, holding a tray of food.
He chuckled before rubbing the back of his neck. “You know how much I hate crowded places.” He stated, watching you walk over to him. “I know, that's why I brought you food.” You said before sitting down on the bench near where Thunder stood.
He blinked before sitting down next to you. He gazed down on the tray. The tray only contains spaghetti, a few pieces of meat, and a taco. Thunder glanced back at you, which made you to tilt your head in confusion.
“What is it? You don't like the food?” You asked, panic evident in your voice. Thunder was quick to shake his head. “It's not that. Did you actually just bring food for me?” His question made you let out a soft chuckle. He might act like he doesn't care for you, but you know better.
“You don't have to worry Thunder, I already ate.” You said, but Thunderstorm's eyes narrowed slightly. You noticed the way he looked at you before sighing. You put down the tray next to you before gently grabbing hold of his hands.
Thunderstorm's breath hitch from the physical touch. “Thunder, I know you're worried about me, but trust me. I already ate before coming here.” You smile, and Thunder couldn't help but crumble. “You're lucky I love you.” He muttered under his breath, but you still managed to hear me.
He started eating the food, and you couldn't help but stare at his lips. Before an idea came to mind. “Look here, Thunder.” He turned his head around, only for his lips to be met with yours. He dropped the tray, the food spilling on the floor.
You were about to pull away when Thunder grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss. You gasped in surprise before melting into the kiss. You felt his tongue enter your mouth, and his tongue tastes of spaghetti.
A few minutes later, Thunder pulled away, a string of saliva forming. He pressed his forehead against yours, and the both of you only stared at each other's eyes.
𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑
You were excited. Why? Because your egoist, narcissist, and handsome boyfriend just asked you out on a date. Usually, you were the one who asked him out because, well, he's Solar, his ego is too big for him to make the first move. He said that'll ruin his reputation. But you know that he loves you more than anything.
“And where's my bundle of joy going?” Your mother asked when she saw you putting on your shoes and your clothes more clean and neat. “I'm going on a date with, Solar!” You said with so much enthusiasm that made your mother chuckle. She rested her hands on her hips before a smirk formed on her face.
“You act like you two don't go on dates.” She stated. “This times different, because he was the one that asked!” Your mother merely chuckled before waving you off. “Alright, alright. Go ahead. You don't want to keep your man waiting.” You smiled before kissing her on the cheek, and taking your leave.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you checked to see that Solar texted you. Asking you where you are, you replied with a simple, "I'm on my way" before putting your phone back in your pocket, not waiting for his reply.
Moments later, you catch a glimpse of his white cap. You smiled, but it soon disappeared when you noticed a girl flirting with him, and he seemed to be slightly uncomfortable. You frowned and slowly made your way to them, and as you got closer, you heard their conversation.
“Come on, handsome, just give me your digits.” The girl said, a faint smirk displayed on her face. Solar was about to reply when he was pulled down by his collar and was met with soft lips. His and the girl's eyes widened, and Solar stared at his girlfriend in shock.
You pulled away after a few seconds before glaring at the girl. “Sorry, but he's taken.” You said firmly, and the girl left after that. You turn to look at Solar, who was red as a tomato. “You okay, Sol?”
“I-I'M FINE!!”
“Okay..?”
Part 2 will consist of the rest of the elements. <3 Stay tuned
