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No.1 Party Anthem | JMM21 x Reader

pairing . . . pepe marti x reader

summary . . . After meeting Pepe at a party, you can't help but feel nervous, and as the music plays, you realize that this might be the start of something more

request . . . no!!

word count . . . 2k+

warnings . . . idk

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . longest and fav fic ever <33 PLEASE BLOW THIS UPPP

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . The evening was warm, the air thick with the sound of laughter and the low hum of conversation. The music from the stereo played in the background, but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the chatter of the voices surrounding you, the clink of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. It was just another night at a friend's party, nothing special, until you noticed him.

Pepe, of course. It wasn’t unusual to see him at these things. He was one of those people everyone knew, the spotlight at every gathering, always charming and effortlessly confident.

Tonight, though, something about the way he stood across the room, eyes scanning the crowd, made your heart skip a beat. You tried not to look at him too much, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stop once you did. But it was impossible to ignore the way his presence filled the room. Like he belonged in the center of every conversation, every joke, every glance.

He caught your eye. Of course he did.

For a moment, everything else seemed to blur out of focus; the laughing friends, the flashing lights of the party, even the music. It was just him, looking at you like he was trying to figure you out, but there was no time for you to wonder about his intentions.

He was already pushing his way through the crowd, effortlessly weaving between people like he was born to be the center of attention. And maybe he was.

You’d known Pepe for a while now, though not in the way most people thought. You had never quite been the type to fall into random friendships or quick acquaintanceships. But somehow, Pepe had carved his way into your life, whether you liked it or not.

It started with casual hangouts, group meetups at a friend's place, all of you laughing and talking over drinks, with Pepe always at the center, gathering all attention without even trying.

It was his dry humor that first drew you in, the way his eyes would light up when he said something ridiculously amusing, and how he somehow made everyone feel like they were part of some private joke.

You never meant to get close to him; he was a guy who liked to keep his distance, always a little out of reach. But then one night, during a particularly chaotic gathering at a friend's house, you found yourselves sitting together on the balcony, away from the noise of the party. It was there you first had a real conversation.

"Do you ever stop moving?" you’d asked him with a smirk, leaning against the railing and watching the city lights flicker in the distance. "Like, are you ever just still?"

Pepe had laughed, a soft sound that matched the sorrowful undertone of his voice. "Sometimes. Only when I don’t have a choice. But I guess the stillness scares me."

His gaze had drifted to the horizon, and you could tell there was more behind those words, something deeper than what you were used to with him. He wasn’t just the centre of the party.

That conversation led to another, and then another. Slowly, without either of you really noticing, you’d become something more than just two acquaintances. You’d find yourselves sitting together in the corners of parties, talking about anything and everything. Life, love, and what came next.

There was always an air of unspoken tension between you two, something undeniable that neither of you was willing to put a name on.

Before you knew it, he was standing right in front of you, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You tried to stay cool, but your pulse was already picking up. "Hey," he said, his voice casual, almost teasing. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Same," you replied with a shrug, trying to mask the sudden rush of adrenaline that hit you. His presence was almost suffocating. "Just wanted to get out for a bit."

"Smart move." He grinned, leaning in a little closer, and you had to fight the urge to step back. The look in his eyes was too intense, too knowing. "The night’s still early."

You could hear the muffled sound of the chorus of the song blasting through the speakers, but it seemed like everything else was drowned out by the tension building between you two. 'Come on, come on, come on,' the lyrics echoed, and it was like a dare. You could feel it.

The rush of blood filled your ears, and your heartbeat seemed to sync with the beat of the song. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, but something about him, something about the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered at that moment, had your head spinning.

"Not sure if this is my place," you said, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could stop them.

He laughed softly, like he already knew you were lying, but it wasn’t a mocking laugh. "You look like you could handle it."

Before you could say anything else, he was already guiding you into the center of the room, his hand brushing against yours as he led you toward a group of people huddled together near the makeshift bar. You could hear the laughter, see the flash of a few cameras catching nostalgic moments.

And then, as if everything was moving in slow motion, you felt it. His fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you in closer, until the space between you felt impossibly small.

"Let’s make this the number one party anthem, yeah?" he whispered, his voice playful but with a hint of something more.

"Alright, but no promises," you shot back, but you were already leaning in, drawn to him like you couldn’t fight it.

The song shifted, and the lights dimmed just a bit, giving everything a hazy glow. People scattered across the room, some dancing, some just talking, others gathered in groups in corners, but none of it seemed as important as the way his eyes were locked on you.

He took a slow step back, watching you like he was waiting for something.

A signal, a cue.

The shutterbugs flashed from across the room, cameras capturing memories that would last longer than the night. The scene was familiar, almost like something out of a movie. People laughing, couples whispering in corners, the flashing lights turning everything into a surreal moment.

"The 'She's with me' is the Gallic shrug," he murmured, almost to himself, but you caught the words. You weren’t sure if he was saying them to boast or if it was something deeper, but you didn’t have time to think about it.

His gaze held yours, and suddenly, everything felt like it was moving in rhythm with the song. The beats pulsed in your veins, the moment pressing closer.

Pepe smiled like he knew exactly what he was doing. "We could have this kind of night. The house of fun, the good time girls, the cubicles, the black and white and the color dodge." He seemed to be listing off everything the night had to offer, but you weren’t listening to the words anymore.

You were watching him, feeling the magnetic pull between you.

For a second, the noise around you faded. The lyrics flowed through your mind, the words repeating over and over again like some kind of mantra.

"The look of love, the rush of blood…"

You could feel it, how every touch, every glance felt like a moment too big to grasp but too important to let slip away.

"Come on," he said again, that look in his eyes softer now, teasing but full of something else. Something that made your stomach flip. "Before the moment’s gone."

You nodded, as if there was anything else you could say. The night was here, the music was pumping, the laughter was loud, but none of it mattered. It was just the two of you in the center of this chaotic blur of lights, heat, and bodies.

Pepe’s hand found your shoulder, guiding you toward him until your bodies were close, almost too close. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your head spinning from the proximity, the heat between you two, and the music that kept urging you forward. You couldn't help but lean towards his body, towards his touch.

But tonight, it felt different. The air between you both was electric, crackling with something you couldn’t ignore anymore. You were no longer hiding behind jokes and smart comments.

"Is that your way of telling me I should kiss you now?" Pepe teased, his voice low and soft as he stepped a little closer, the words rolling off his tongue like they were nothing, yet you could feel the weight of them.

You raised an eyebrow, the heat creeping up your neck at how close he was. "I never said that."

Pepe’s grin widened, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. "You didn’t have to." He brushed a strand of hair out of your face gently, and for a second, time seemed to slow down. His touch lingered, just for a beat, enough to make your heart race.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You both knew the game you were playing, the way the night was pushing you closer to something neither of you was ready to define.

But neither of you could look away from the other, trapped in the magic of the moment, the 'before the moment’s gone' feeling that kept the tension alive.

You swallowed, trying to fight back the smile that threatened to spread across your face. "Well, you might just be right," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his just as the song reached its peak. The chorus hit, and you felt everything fall into place. This moment, this feeling, everything.

Just like the song promised, you were caught in the rush of blood, the look of love in his eyes, and the heat of the party surrounding you both.

That was all it took for him to close the distance between you, his lips finding yours with the intensity of everything unspoken that had passed between you two over the past months.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, as if both of you were waiting for the other to pull back. But when neither of you did, it deepened, like the moment had finally arrived and there was no turning back.

And then the song shifted, the chorus pounding in your chest like a heartbeat, and the world around you felt like it disappeared.

It was just the two of you. The look of love, the rush of blood, and the pull of something that felt like it could be more than just another night, just another party.

For once, you didn’t want the moment to end.

"Come on, come on, come on," he whispered against your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile.

"Before the moment's gone," you finished for him, and for the first time in a long time, you realized that maybe, just maybe, the moment you’d been waiting for was finally here.

It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a quick thing, a flirtation, a fun moment in the midst of a party. But as the night wore on and the lyrics repeated in your mind, you realized that maybe this was something you wouldn’t let go of so easily.

"Number one party anthem," you whispered into his ear, and he smiled like he already knew what you meant.

For now, the night was yours.

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