“smash travis stoll? oh gosh…yeah, yeah i would.”

hello heaven. was travis’ immeiate thought as he bit his lower lip in a boyish manner, dimples becoming visible. he suggestively raised his eyebrow at you from across cabin tables during lunch. to which you rolled your eyes, laughing nonetheless as he mouthed “i heard” to which you mouthed back “you suck”. travis stoll was a goner.

He always noticed you, rarely even pulling pranks on you because he knew how much of a sensitive soul you were but you were strong during training. he always noticed you beating yourself up over the smallest things. and stealing from you was another no-no, because he knew you were deeply attached to every possession you had.

And soon enough, he realized that he didn’t need his meschivious charm to woo you, just his dorky and lowkey dry one. that’s how your banter and small flirtations began at every chance.

Present time, the afternoon, he stood up from the hermes table, walking over and sitting behind you on your table, wrapping his arms around your waist and littering a few small kisses on to your neck. “oh, i’ll give you something to suck on, darling, alright.” he said half joking half suggestive, creating a few hickeys on your pulse point as your cabin mates groaned around you two and some laughed.