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Hi lovelies!!! I have been in a break for a whole two weeks by now and I'm taking all the time off I need. I will be back into writing soon again :))) I'm waiting for requests!! And writing the previous ones.

[manlikeazi]

The sexual tension in Pirates of the Caribbean is off that charts man. You can ship anyone with anyone and there's probably canon to back you up. Multishippers, this is your moment. Go buck fucking wild

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Chunkz hate pmo leave my man alone thx 😭

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Can we have more aj!! Just soul crushing angst perhaps 😢 maybe happy ending but its up to you

Why You? - Aj Shabeel

Summary: You're left alone in your room, questioning why you ever chose to love someone who never chose you back.

Pairing: Aj Shabeel x Reader

Genre: Angst

Masterlist.

It's quiet again.

That aching kind of quiet. The one that slips into the corners of the room like fog, curling under the door, seeping into your chest until it's hard to tell if the pressure is in your lungs or in your soul. It's not the peaceful kind of silence. 

Not the kind that makes you feel safe. It's the kind that feels like something was ripped out and never returned. Like someone took all the noise, all the warmth, all the you, and left behind an echo that doesn't even sound like you anymore.

You sit on the edge of your bed like a ghost of yourself, arms wrapped tight around your legs, phone still in your hand as if gripping it tightly enough might summon the message that never comes. 

The screen is black. Has been for hours. Days. It used to light up with his name, sometimes just a meme, sometimes a "thinking of you" sometimes just a heart.

Now? Nothing. Not a ping. Not a typo. Not even one of those late-night "sorry, wrong person" texts people send when they're missing you but trying not to say it out loud.

"Where did I go wrong?" You whispered it. Barely. Just to yourself. Just to fill the space.

And god, that question. You've asked it so many times, haven't you? It should be worn thin by now but it still hurts like the first time.

You gave him your favorite parts. Not the shiny ones you show off to everyone else, but the soft, unfinished, half-afraid parts you kept hidden until him. 

You told him things you never thought you'd say out loud. You let him in, into the spaces you told yourself were off-limits, into the little worlds you built inside your chest.

You loved him with that rare kind of love. The kind that doesn't come with rules or bargains. The kind that says "I'll stay, even if it hurts"

And still? You chose him.

You pull your knees closer to your chest, chin trembling. 

"Why was it you I chose?" You said, this time louder. A little braver. A little more broken.

No one answers.

Of course they don't.

Because this kind of heartbreak doesn't come with explanations. It doesn't leave notes on the table. It just happens. One moment he's there, laughing at your dumb jokes, brushing your hair back with that soft look in his eyes and then he isn't. No storm. No screaming match. No final scene. Just an absence. A gap.

He vanished like a dream you thought was real.

You stand up slowly, like your bones remember him too. Like even your body aches in the shape of him. You walk to the mirror and stare. Really look.

You look like someone trying to hold their pieces together with tape and a tired smile.

"I just asked for something simple" You murmured, barely recognizing your own voice.

You didn't ask him to fix you. You never needed saving. All you ever wanted was the effort. A hand reaching back when you reached out. A little intention. Something real.

A touch. A sign. A chance or even just a goodbye but instead, you got a silence that screams louder than any words.

You press your palm flat against your chest, like you're trying to calm something inside. Something thrashing. Something that still thinks he might come back.

"Why couldn't you feel what I felt?" You asked your reflection. It doesn't blink.

You remember the messages. The words that made your heart lurch in your chest.

"I hate how much you get me"

"You feel like home, kinda"

"You're dangerous in the best way"

You saved them. You read them over and over. Let yourself believe that love, real love that was blooming in between those syllables. You thought you saw it in the way he looked at you, in the late-night calls, in the way he listened. You let yourself believe it meant something.

But maybe it never did. Or maybe it did, just not enough.

He left you with all the empty. The hollow. The almosts. Half-memories that haunt the places you loved him in. Your bed. The songs you once sent him. The corners of your room where he once kissed you goodnight.

Now, every 2 AM becomes a battlefield. Every quiet moment becomes a reminder. Every hoodie that looks like his makes you pause, just for a second, just long enough to ache.

And maybe he's out there, laughing like nothing ever broke. Maybe he's smiling at someone else the way he used to smile at you.

Maybe he doesn't even remember how tightly you held on.

But you remember.

And that's what hurts the most. You remember everything.

You fall back onto the bed, the mattress a little too cold now, too big without him. You stare at the ceiling like it might give you answers. Like maybe if you stare long enough, he'll walk through the door and say he was wrong. Say he missed you every second. Say he didn't mean to go.

But he doesn't.

So you let the tears fall. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just quiet. Like you're grieving something sacred.

You're not crying because he left. You're crying because of what you gave him. Because of who you were when you loved him. Because of how hard it's going to be to get those parts of yourself back.

You're crying because it still feels like he took something with him.

And maybe he did.

You whisper a prayer into the quiet, one you don't even believe in anymore.

"Please, just erase him from my mind" You whispered.

But the silence stays.

Because some loves don't leave when the person does. Some loves stay like ghosts, pressing their fingerprints into every inch of your life. Some loves linger in playlists and photographs and the way you flinch when someone else starts to get too close.

Maybe one day it'll stop hurting. Maybe one day you'll stop looking for his name in a crowd.

Maybe.

But tonight?

Tonight you sit in your room, in the thick of that bone-deep quiet, heart sore and swollen, and whisper one last time.

"Why was it you I loved?"

And the room stays silent. Still. Empty.

And somehow, that hurts more than anything.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! Okay, I don't know anymore but here it is. Aj angst.

I miss active beta squad fanfic writers/readers lmao.

[manlikeazi]

saw you said you were having problems, so i wanted to preface this with thank you!! despite that your writing is always so good, literally carrying a dead tumblr fandom rn 🥀🥀🥀 dedication is always present

Can i request chunkz with a bubbly reader who tries to stay optimistic and is just absolute sunshine but something happens and hes there for her when she can't upkeep that personality?

Even the Sun Rests - Chunkz

Summary: When your sunshine flickers out, Chunkz shows up, not to fix you, but to remind you he’ll hold the light until you’re ready to shine again.

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Masterlist

You had a gift.

That's what everyone always said.

"You light up a room!"

They'd laugh, eyes wide with admiration.

"You're sunshine in a person" 

That one was whispered like a blessing, as if you were something rare.

"Your energy's mad infectious"

"I don't know how you do it-- you're always on"

And that was the thing.

You were always on.

Always laughing the loudest.

Always finding the silver lining, even in storms that soaked you to the bone.

Always making it easier for everyone else to breathe, even when your own lungs felt like they were filled with stones.

You were the spark, the glue, the pulse in the room.

But no one ever asked how much it cost.

No one wondered what it took to keep the glow alive when all you wanted was to flicker out. Because people loved the light. They never looked too closely at the wiring. Never noticed when the smile started to strain at the edges. Never noticed the silence creeping in between the jokes.

At least... until you weren't.

Until the glow dimmed. Until the laugh didn't come. Until you didn't show up, or couldn't. Until they looked around, confused, asking each other,,

"Have you seen Y/N lately?"

"Are they okay?"

"What happened?"

Because nobody ever expects the sun to burn out.

////_////_////_////

You met Chunkz during a group shoot, one of those chaotic  Beta Squad shoots that always spiraled into pure noise. The kind of shoot where someone was always yelling off-camera, someone else was already halfway into a prank, and the air smelled like sweat, mic tape, and takeout.

But from the second you walked on set, arms overloaded with snacks, chips crinkling under your elbow, a can of Pringles threatening to topple, Chunkz noticed you.

You weren't trying to be noticed. Not really. Your outfit was loud, bright, borderline obnoxious, but it was your kind of armor, chaotic on purpose. You'd always found safety in being too much before anyone could suggest you weren't enough.

Chunkz said nothing at first. Just watched you from behind his bottle of water, half-lidded eyes tracking you as you bee-lined to the nearest couch and nearly tripped over your own foot, snacks flying.

Sharky had snort-laughed immediately. 

"Yo! You good?" Sharky asked.

You popped up like a cartoon character.

"Flawless landing, ten outta ten" You said.

And within seconds you had three of them giggling like kids at a sleepover.

And then you did something stupid. Not on purpose. Just one of those things you did when your mouth moved faster than your brain, when your performance mode short-circuited. Something awkward, or loud, or just a bit too much.

Chunkz had laughed.

Not camera-ready. Not polite.

A real laugh. A shoulder-shaking, breath-catching kind of laugh, and it made you glance over—not at the camera, not at the crew but at him.

"Yo" Chunkz called after you as you side-shuffled away, half-performing, half-hiding. His voice was warm. Curious.

"You always like this?" Chunkz asked.

You spun mid-step.

"Like what?" You asked.

"Like... sunshine turned into a person?" Chunkz asked as he tilted his head, grinning now.

You grinned back, walking backward toward the chaos again. 

"Yeah, maybe" You said. 

And just like that, the noise around you changed.

Not louder. Not quieter.

Just... different.

////_////_////_////

You never saw how carefully he watched you after that.

Not in a creepy way. Not in the way people watch to take, to consume.

He watched like he was trying to learn you. Like he was memorizing something rare.

The way he always handed you a bottle of water without asking, just as your voice started to strain from too much shouting, too much laughing.

The way he made sure someone brought food before you could skip a meal with your usual 

"I'm good, I'll eat later" You reasoned even though later always turned into never.

The way he'd tap your shoulder gently and nod toward the couch during long shoot resets. 

"Five minutes. Sit your hyperass down" Chunkz would say.

And you'd roll your eyes and flop beside him, dramatically sprawling across three cushions but you'd sit. Because it was him. And because it never felt like an order.

He never hovered. Never made it weird.

He was just... there.

A quiet gravity in your ever-swirling orbit.

You burned bright. And he anchored you without dimming the flame.

And when he finally kissed you, weeks later, after a night drive through city lights and side streets, the speakers low, the vibe sleepy, the both of you full of way too much ice cream, it wasn't fireworks.

It wasn't a movie kiss.

It was slower. Softer.

Like he was asking a question with his lips, not assuming an answer.

Like he was afraid one wrong move would shatter the light you carried so carelessly.

You smiled against his mouth, his breath warm on your cheek.

"Took you long enough" You whispered.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his thumb brushing your jaw.

"Didn't wanna rush the sun" Chunkz whispered.

And your laugh, quiet and real and unguarded, lingered in the car long after the music stopped.

////_////_////_////

And then one day...

It broke.

Not with a bang. Not with fireworks or drama or some big cinematic fall.

Just... quietly.

You didn't even see it coming.

There was no slow fade, no ominous soundtrack building in the background. Just a regular, painfully normal Tuesday.

You overslept. Your alarm went off three times, and you kept silencing it like you had time to spare. You didn't.

Two missed calls. Both from someone in the group chat, the kind of person who only calls when there's something urgent or something fun they're afraid you'll miss.

A new plan formed without you. You saw it in the chat.

The group selfies, the "spontaneous" lunch, the tagged locations.

No one said you weren't invited. But no one said you were.

And that silence roared.

Then the brand email. 

One you'd been hyping up in your head, quietly planning outfits for.

A short, polite decline. 

"You're amazing, just not the right fit this time" The email read.

You stared at the words until they blurred.

And then your mum texted.

Something casual. Maybe even sweet on the surface. But somehow it landed like a slap.

A tiny, well-meaning jab that slipped between your ribs.

And by the time you made it back to your flat, shoes still on, bag still over your shoulder, you were done.

Not in a dramatic, screaming-into-a-pillow kind of way.

Just... emptied.

Like someone had reached inside and flipped a switch without asking.

You sat on the edge of your bed. Still in your coat.

Phone gripped in one hand, limp.

Eyes fixed on a spot in the floorboards that didn't matter.

Your brain buzzed, but it had no words.

No thoughts. No comebacks.

Just a low hum of static.

Then your screen lit up.

"Did you eat today, sunshine?"

And just like that, your eyes welled.

No sobbing. No outburst.

Just that quiet kind of crying that sneaks up on you.

The kind where your throat tightens before you realize it.

Where your breath shortens and suddenly the world is underwater.

You didn't respond. Your thumb hovered, then fell away.

Ten minutes later, your phone buzzed again.

Chunkz is calling.

You didn't pick up.

You couldn't.

////_////_////_////

It was almost 11PM when your buzzer rang.

You didn't move.

It rang again.

Longer this time. Not urgent. Just persistent.

You stared at the wall like it might tell you what to do.

Then your phone lit up.

"I brought you that dumb chocolate bar you said fixes your entire mood"

"Open the door or I'm leaving it with the neighbor"

"And she's gonna judge me"

That got a laugh. Barely. But it cracked through the fog. A small, uneven sound that surprised even you.

You wiped at your face with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"Idiot" You whispered to no one, a small smile escaping your lips.

But you stood.

Still wrapped in the blanket you hadn't taken off since you got home.

No shoes. No energy. Just socks dragging on the floor and a tired, ghostlike shuffle toward the buzzer.

You pressed the button.

The door downstairs buzzed open.

Seconds later, a knock. Three short taps.

You opened the door.

And there he was.

Chunkz.

Not the social media version. Not the "banter" version.

Just him. Real. Quiet.

Hood up. Sweatpants. Hoodie with sleeves pushed halfway up his arms.

Two plastic bags hanging from one hand, condensation already forming on the takeaway container lids.

Your chocolate bar visible through the slightly torn corner of a corner shop bag.

He looked at you.

Your puffy eyes. Blotchy skin. Your blanket cocoon.

And he didn't say

"What's wrong?"

"Talk to me"

He just stepped inside. Kicked off his shoes with a practiced nudge.

Then opened his arms.

That's all. No words. Just arms.

And you folded into him like something inside had finally given out.

Like your bones were tired of holding everything up.

Like you'd been trying to stay upright all day out of habit and now you didn't have to.

You didn't cry pretty. You didn't sniffle politely or dab at your eyes.

You broke. Shaking. Heaving.

The kind of crying that had waited too long, and now it wanted all the space.

The kind that left you breathless.

The I'm tired of being everyone's light but no one sees me dim kind.

And Chunkz said nothing.

Just held you. One hand stroking your back. The other resting at the base of your neck, solid and warm.

His hoodie smelled faintly of laundry detergent and outside air.

He didn't flinch.

He didn't rush it.

He just held you.

Like he knew this was the thing that mattered.

Not fixing. Not cheering up.

Just this.

Just staying.

////_////_////_////

You didn't know how long it lasted.

How long you stood there in the hallway, wrapped in him, unraveling.

But eventually the sobs quieted. Not gone, just gentler. Like waves that had finally decided to retreat.

At some point, your body remembered it had weight. Your knees wobbled. Your arms went slack. You pulled back a little, just enough to breathe, to wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand.

"I'm sorry" You whispered, broken-glass soft,

"What?" Chunkz said as he  frowned like the words physically hurt.

You couldn't meet his eyes. You looked down, cheeks blotchy, mascara ghosting beneath one eye.

"I'm... not usually like this" You said.

His hands were warm when they found your face again, thumbs grazing your cheekbones, soft as breath.

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady.

"You don't have to be sunshine for me, Y/N" Chunkz said.

Your name on his lips landed like a promise.

"I'll hold the light for you when you can't" Chunkz said.

That did it.

The second wave hit.

A softer kind of breaking, but deeper somehow. Not desperation, just release.

Your lips trembled. You folded into him again with a sound that wasn't quite a sob, more like surrender.

And he didn't flinch.

Didn't try to hush you or distract you or fix it.

He just kissed the side of your head.

"C'mon" Chunkz whispered while guiding you gently toward the couch.

Blanket and all, you let him lead you.

He eased you down like you were something fragile, something worth protecting and disappeared for a second to fetch the bags.

You sniffled, wiping your nose on a tissue you didn't remember having, as he returned and plopped beside you, settling in with the casual comfort of someone who had no plans to leave.

He reached into the snack bag and pulled out your favorite thing.

You blinked. 

"You actually remembered?" You asked.

He grinned like it was obvious. 

"I got four flavors just in case you changed your mind" Chunkz said.

You stared at him, mock-scandalized. 

"Stop, I'm already in love" You said.

He laughed but it was quiet. Soft. Measured.

Like he didn't want to break the calm that had finally settled.

"Don't apologise for having an off day" Chunkz said, as he gently tucked your legs across his lap. His fingers found your ankle, grounding you with that small, steady pressure. 

"You're allowed" Chunkz said.

You leaned into him slowly, blanket swaddled around your shoulders like armor you didn't have to hold up anymore.

"I hate feeling like I'm not enough when I'm not... performing" You whispered.

The words tasted bitter coming out. Like betrayal. Like truth.

Chunkz didn't hesitate.

"You're not a performance" Chunkz said simply. 

"You're a person" Chunkz added.

He looked at you like he meant it. Like he saw you.

"And I like all of you. Even the quiet. Even the sad" Chunkz said.

You made a noise that wasn't quite a cry and wasn't quite a laugh and wasn't quite anything you could name.

Then you buried your face in his hoodie. Let his scent, his warmth, his stillness wrap around you like a blanket within a blanket.

And for the first time that week, maybe longer, you believed him.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! To those who doesn't know, I haven't been posting in a while cause of some personal issues I wanna improve and solve by myself. 

BUT that doesn't mean that my request page is off lmao, I didn't do some requests simply cause I can't imagine it entirely or I'm really just lazy.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

[manlikeazi]

Umm hi, I'm still alive btw

Might post a chunkz fic later or tomorrow

Also, send new requests (I need unique ones)

[manlikeazi]

girllllll, you’ve been on a role lately, writing nothing but bangers

YEAHHHH LMAOOO REAL. Maybe not as much as I used to cause I'm having problems rn.

But best believe that I'm still trying to find ways to improve my writing for the beta girlies!!! ❤️❤️

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𝜗𝜚 — all i have to offer.

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“First and foremost I’m writing for myself,” I hiss through my teeth, resisting the urge to refresh my email for an Ao3 message for the 100th time.

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CHUNKZ MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

I Like You A Latte

- After a long day of filming, Chunkz seeks a quiet coffee shop for a peaceful break. There, he meets you, a book lover who is absorbed in a mystery novel.

Late Nights

- Chunkz with his busy schedule didn’t seem like a problem. Despite your understanding, the lonely evenings and his unfulfilled promises began to weigh on you.

Chef Chunkz

- On a much-needed rest day, you woke up to your boyfried's alter ego.

Early in the Morning

- While Chunkz returns home after a sleepless filming challenge, you quietly share a slow, tender morning together.

Match for Hope 1 & 2

A Lesson in Love

Room Service

- You thought you'd signed up for a chaotic night at a YouTuber-run hotel, but instead, you ended up being flirted into a four-course crush by Chunkz with special room service, dessert, and all.

A Little Salt, A Lotta Flirt

- You're a special guest in ChefAsylum where you first met Darkest, Harry, and Chunkz.

Fallen

- Chunkz hides his feelings for you behind banter and silence, loving you quietly while you unknowingly make his world feel like home.

Only Ours

- When being loved in private starts to feel like being hidden.

Even the Sun Rests

- When your sunshine flickers out, Chunkz shows up, not to fix you, but to remind you he’ll hold the light until you’re ready to shine again.

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could you do an angst to fluff with chunkz and an amp reader? maybe reader already insecure because of the distance, but being more insecure because chunkz doesn't want to publicly state that he's in a relationship. they could come to a common ground like a soft launch or reassurance

Only Ours - Chunkz

Summary: When being loved in private starts to feel like being hidden.

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Masterlist

You weren't supposed to care this much.

Not about an Instagram story. Not about a caption. Not about the fact that once again, he posted the whole squad, tagged everyone, laughed about the day, and somehow still managed to leave you completely out of frame.

Not even a hint.

Not a shoe. Not a sleeve. Not a shadow.

Nothing.

You told yourself it didn't mean anything.

Because in private? You had everything. You had him. His late-night voice notes, his playlists made just for you, his name in your phone followed by two hearts and a little crown emoji. He called you "baby" when he was tired. "trouble" when you were teasing, and "my peace" when no one else could hear.

You had his hoodie on your chair. His cologne on your pillow. His name whispered in your ear after 3 hour facetime calls where he begged you to just fall asleep on the line.

So why did it feel like you didn't exist?

And why did it feel like your stomach bottomed out?

////_////_////_/////

You were curled up in your hotel bed, long filming day with AMP, legs sore, throat tired, group chat going off downstairs but all of it blurred out behind the weight sitting on your chest like a stone.

You stared at your phone like it owed you something.

Your lockscreen? A photo of him. Sunglasses on, peace sign up, leaning back in your passenger seat. You'd taken it on a random Tuesday after brunch and he hadn't even known you'd snapped it until you set it as your wallpaper.

Now, looking at it, your heart twisted.

He felt far.

Not just physically, London to Atlanta was a nightmare in itself.

But emotionally. Lately, the time zones were the least of it.

Because you'd been here before.

In past relationships, people hid you for reasons they didn't say. "It's better for my brand" "people are nosy" "I just want to keep it lowkey" every version of "you're not worth the noise"

You promised yourself this one would be different.

But now... You weren't so sure.

You opened his last message again.

"You know I love you. It's just... complicated"

No follow-up.

No call.

No explanation.

The dots had appeared. Then vanished.

He hadn't said another word in five hours.

And yeah, you knew his life was hectic. You knew he was busy. You knew, rationally, that none of this meant he didn't care.

But when you're already insecure, logic doesn't do shit.

You tapped the back of your phone against your palm, teeth clenched, eyes burning.

It wasn't just that he wasn't public about you. It was that he didn't even want to be.

Every time the topic came up, he changed it.

You remembered the last time clearly.

////_////_////_////

"Would you ever post us?" You asked him.

He'd laughed a little. Not in a mean way. Just... nervous.

"What, like... holding hands and all that?" Chunkz asked.

"No, like... maybe a soft launch. A story or something. Just so people know it's not a free-for-all" You said.

He paused. That silence that meant he was choosing his words too carefully.

"I just don't want people in our business. You know how they are. They'll dig, they'll guess, they'll ruin it" Chunkz said.

You nodded. Said nothing.

And he kissed your forehead like that was enough to end the conversation.

But it wasn't.

////_////_////_////

Now, here you were, on your side in the dark, staring at your screen like it could blink and fix everything.

You knew AMP would be texting soon, asking where the hell you were. You were supposed to help film a late-night food video, Kai and Chris were already fighting over who had to clean up after.

But you couldn't go out there right now.

Not when your brain was chewing on this one single question, again and again.

If he really loved you, why didn't he want anyone to know?

You didn't even realize you'd dozed off until your phone buzzed against your pillow.

Incoming call.

Chunkz 

1:08 AM

You blinked hard, sat up, throat dry, stomach coiled.

You debated letting it ring.

But you answered.

"Hey" Chunkz said, his voice was soft. 

"You up?" Chunkz asked.

You didn't say anything at first.

"Babe?" Chunkz called out, his face frowning in confusion.

Silence.

He sighed.

"I saw your story" Chunkz said.

Of course he had.

You'd posted a black screen earlier, just four words.

"Love shouldn't feel hidden"

No context.

No tag.

But he knew.

"Wasn't about you" You said finally, voice flat.

 "But it was" Chunkz said as he let out a tiny laugh, barely there.

Silence again.

You sat up straighter in bed, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. 

"Why am I the only one who ever says we're real?" You asked.

He didn't answer right away.

You hated that part, the waiting. Like he was trying to find a version of the truth that hurt less.

You beat him to it.

"I get it. I'm not UK famous. I'm not an influencer girl with perfect followers. Maybe my name next to yours would mess with the brand or whatever--" You rambled.

"Stop" Chunkz cuts in.

His voice cut in, sharp but breaking.

"Don't do that. Don't make it about you not being enough" Chunkz said.

You clenched your jaw.

"It's hard not to when I'm the only one showing up in the light" You said.

He sounded wrecked. Tired in a way you hadn't heard before.

"I just... I didn't want to lose this by putting it under a spotlight. Every time I go public with something personal, it gets eaten alive. People dig, guess, twist. They turn it into something it's not" Chunkz said.

"And what is this?" You whispered.

A breath on the line.

"It's love" Chunkz said. 

"It's the only thing I haven't questioned in years" Chunkz added.

Your eyes stung.

"But you're scared" You said.

"I'm terrified" Chunkz said.

Another pause.

Then he added, so quietly you almost missed it,

"I just didn't realize I was hurting you by trying to protect what mattered most" Chunkz said.

The silence between you wasn't tense anymore.

It was soft. Suspended. Like both of you had said just enough to let the other breathe again.

On the other end of the line, Chunkz was quiet for a long time.

You could picture him, sitting on the edge of his bed, chain off, hoodie half-on, phone in his hand, forehead in the other.

"Tell me what you need" Chunkz said finally, voice low. 

"Like actually. No edits. What do you need to feel real in this with me?" Chunkz added.

You stared at the ceiling, heart thudding.

"I don't need a hard launch" You murmured. 

"I don't want a tweet or some mad 'this is my girl' thing. Just... something. Anything that tells people I'm not a placeholder for your loneliness. Something that says you're proud of this. Of me" You said.

There was a beat. Then a soft, almost broken whisper.

"You think I'm not?" Chunkz asked.

"I think" You said carefully.

"That you don't realize how much being hidden starts to feel like being erased" You added.

He didn't speak for a moment. But you could hear his breathing. You could tell he was thinking, not running, not deflecting but thinking.

And then he exhaled.

"I bought something last week" Chunkz said. 

"It was gonna be a surprise but maybe this is better" Chunkz added.

 "What kind of something?" You asked as you furrowed your brows.

"Custom bracelet" Chunkz said softly. 

"Has your name on it. Not all loud-- just your first name, in that font you like. I've been wearing it since I got it" Chunkz added.

Your breath caught.

He kept going.

"No one's noticed yet but they will. And I want them to. I want someone to zoom in and ask, 'What's that about?' So I can smile like a dumbass and say, 'It's someone important'" Chunkz said.

Your throat closed.

"You're serious?" You asked.

"I never joke when I'm emotionally vulnerable at this tired fam" Chunkz said as he laughed quietly.

You sniffed, laughing despite yourself.

"And" Chunkz continued. 

"I've got a plan for stories too. Wanna let you know incase it's too much" Chunkz added.

"Yeah?" You said as you rolled onto your side.

"Tomorrow" Chunkz said. 

"I'm posting that hoodie you 'borrowed' that still somehow lives on my chair. I'm not tagging. I'm not explaining. I'm just letting people wonder" Chunkz added.

"Soft launch phase one?" You asked with a small smile.

"Operation Let 'Em Speculate" Chunkz said with a smile you could hear.

Your heart pulsed in your chest. Warm this time. Full.

"You're really doing this?" You asked him.

"I'm really doing this" Chunkz said.

"And if the comments start wildin'?" You asked.

"I'll let them" Chunkz said simply. 

"Because for once, I don't care what the internet thinks" Chunkz added.

He paused.

"But I do care if you go another night thinking I'm ashamed of you" Chunkz said.

You buried your face in the pillow.

"Stop" You mumbled.

"Why?" Chunkz said softly. 

"You should hear this. You deserve this" Chunkz added.

You felt tears pushing again but this time they didn't sting. They soothed.

"I'm gonna do better" Chunkz promised. 

"Not just in posts. In presence. In showing up" Chunkz added.

You bit your lip.

"Can I see the bracelet?" You asked.

The video call request came in immediately.

You swiped up.

And there he was.

Chunkz. Hoodie hood off, hair messy, eyes tired but warm.

He angled his camera down and held up his wrist.

Black woven thread.

Y/N

Your name.

Small, elegant and real.

You pressed your hand to your chest.

"I didn't think you'd actually--" You said.

"You think I'm not obsessed with you?" Chunkz cuts in, tone playful but heavy with truth.

You smiled, tears pooling.

"I love you" You said again, soft as breath.

"I love you too" Chunkz said.

You stayed like that, watching each other through your phones. In silence. In love. In something that didn't need noise to be known.

////_////_////_////

Two Days Later

The soft launch hit harder than either of you expected.

It started with a story. His desk, hoodie slung over the back of his chair, just slightly out of focus.

Left this. Kept the heart tho.

Then a BTS vlog dropped on instagram. Fans caught it within hours. Zoomed-in screenshots of his wrist during a shoot. The bracelet. Clear as day.

The next thing you know is fan accounts were already reposting the vid, stitching it on tiktok, youtube and instagram.

"WHO???"

"Are we guys talking about the same Y/N orrr??"

"Guys, that hoodie was in HER tiktok last week"

"He's in love, I just know it"

"Soft launch CONFIRMED"

"We need answers Chunkz"

"Y/N better treat my man RIGHT"

You hadn't said a word.

Neither had he.

And yet, everything felt louder than ever.

But this time? It didn't hurt.

It felt true.

////_////_////_////

That Night

You got a message.

"They can guess all they want. I don't care"

"I sleep better knowing you don't have to guess anymore"

You stared at the message, smiling like a fool in your bed.

No announcement.

No caption screaming in a relationship.

Just quiet, careful love whispered into a bracelet and a blurry hoodie.

And it was enough.

For now.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! No notes actually, I'm inactive here but doesn't mean that I'll stop though.

I have 20 drafts, I can't post 15 drafts because of some reasons

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Worth - Niko

Summary: After another heartbreak, Niko tells you he’s done watching you break for someone who isn’t even worth it.

Pairing: Niko x Reader

Genre: Mild Angst/Comfort

Masterlist

The rain had stopped hours ago but the city still smelled like wet pavement and sad stories. You sat on the same worn-out couch in Niko's apartment, your knees hugged to your chest, hoodie sleeves soaked with tears you swore you wouldn't shed this time.

Again.

Niko leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching you. Not speaking. Not yet. He'd said enough the last time.

"You're crying again" Niko says, slower now. 

"Is that the only thing he knows how to make you do?" Niko added.

"You don't get it" You said as you wiped your eyes with the heel of your hand.

"I do, actually. More than you think" Niko said.

 "Sorry, I didn't mean to cry again" You said as you wiped your face with your sleeve.

"You say that every time, you know?" Niko said as he raised an eyebrow.

 "I know" You said as you winced.

"You always look like this" Niko said. 

"Red eyes, exhausted. Like someone who's carrying the weight of a love that's already trying to leave" Niko added.

 "It's not that simple" You said as you shifted uncomfortably.

"It is" Niko said as he leaned in. 

"He's an idiot. You know that, right?" Niko added.

Your lip trembles. His voice drops.

The silence that followed wasn't comfortable, it sat between you like a third person, reminding you of how many times this had happened. 

Of how often you came to him like this, ruined mascara, whispered apologies, long pauses where you wished someone would just fix you.

"You fought and broke up again?" Niko finally asked, voice low.

You didn't answer. He took it as a yes.

"Same reason?" Niko asked.

You gave a soft nod. 

"He said I was being clingy. That I overthink. That he's tired of always having to reassure me" You said.

Niko walked over, grabbing a crumpled tissue from the box on the table and gently pressed it into your hand. 

"Let me guess, five minutes later, he posts a reel like he's the perfect boyfriend, yeah?" Niko said.

You laughed through your nose, bitter.

"Something like that" You said.

"You ever get tired?" Niko asked as he sat beside you, but not too close. His warmth reached you anyway.

"Of crying?" You asked as you looked at him.

"No, of staying" Niko said as he looked at you properly then, his eyes tired in a way that wasn't about sleep. 

"You keep carrying his shit like it's your cross to bear. You're always the one left explaining, always the one left... apologizing. For what?" Niko said.

"I don't know" You whispered.

"Nah, you do. You just don't want to say it out loud" Niko said as he shook his head.

You looked down, suddenly six years old again, like you were being scolded, but gently. Always gently, with him.

"You know what pisses me off?" Niko said, voice suddenly rising. 

"We've been friends for years. Thousands of times you were with him. And I can count on one hand how often you've genuinely smiled" Niko said.

You blinked.

"And not those fake little smiles you give when you say, 'I'm okay' I mean real ones. Laughing. Happy. Carefree. That's rare with you. You don't even realize how often you shrink yourself just to make that guy comfortable" Niko said.

"Niko--" You said.

"I'm serious" Niko cuts in, standing now, pacing. 

"You sit here, telling me everything he's done again and again like it's some Netflix drama. But you never change the damn channel" Niko added.

"I love him" You said, voice almost breaking.

"No, you're scared of being alone" Niko snapped. 

"Don't confuse the two" Niko added.

"You deserve someone who looks at you like you're enough. Like you're the win, not the fallback. You keep clinging to him like he's the last guy left on earth. But look around-- there's so many people who'd treat your heart like it's priceless" Niko continued.

Your breath catches.

He's never said it out loud before.

He doesn't flinch.

"I would never waste your love" Niko said.

You stare at him, searching for something in his face. He looks exhausted but not from the day, from you. From years of watching you run into the same burning building.

You blink, slowly. 

"Why now?" You asked.

"Because" Niko said, voice barely above a whisper.

"People throw away what others would kill to have" Niko added.

He looks at you like you are the thing.

You didn't say anything.

He sighed, suddenly quiet again. 

"You ever wonder why it's always me who picks up the pieces?" Niko asked.

"Because you're my best friend" You said as you felt your lips trembled.

"Exactly" Niko said. 

"And that's the curse, isn't it? Being the best friend who sees you for everything you are-- every smart, messy, loyal, complicated, incredible part of you and just has to sit back while someone else treats you like crap" Niko continued.

You looked at him. Your throat closed.

"I don't want to be the one you run to when he breaks your heart. I want to be the one who never would've broken it in the first place" Niko said.

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. 

"Niko, I--" You said, but words failed you.

"I know you're not ready" Niko said, softer now. 

"I'm not asking you to choose me. I'm asking you to choose you. For once. Stop settling for someone who throws away the kind of love others would kill for" Niko added.

"You don't have to stay tonight but if you go back to him, don't come crying to me again. I can't keep watching you disappear" Niko said as he stepped back, nodding toward the door.

The room went still.

Your heart felt like it was made of glass.

You stood.

But not to leave.

"I'm tired too, Niko" You said quietly. 

"Of crying. Of pretending. Of wasting all this love on someone who doesn't even know what to do with it" You added.

And slowly, carefully, you took a step toward him.

Then another.

Until there was no space left.

- end -

Hello lovelies, I HOPE this made sense. I'm literally so out of it these days.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

[manlikeazi]

hi

I'm still alive omgs

I will post a Niko and Chunkz fic later lmao (it's probably gonna be posted in my wattpad first but anyways.

beta squad might be on break but I'm not

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It was thriving back then oml

OH TAKE ME BACK TO EARLY 2024 BETA SQUAD TUMBLR AND TIKTOK

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Fallen - Chunkz

Summary: Chunkz hides his feelings for you behind banter and silence, loving you quietly while you unknowingly make his world feel like home.

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Soft Angst

Note: This fic is based on a song called Fallen by Lola Amour (It's english so go listen to this masterpiece.

Masterlist

He never said your name around the mandem anymore.

Not even when it would've made sense. Not even when they were talking about you in the groupchat, throwing your name back and forth like it didn't mean anything.

He'd just say "them" or "that one"-- sometimes "gyal" if he needed a laugh to cover how his throat got tight just thinking about you.

He couldn't trust himself with your name.

It came out too soft. Too careful. Like something fragile he wasn't meant to be holding.

Like if he said it one more time, everyone would know.

So he kept it locked up.

But inside?

Inside he said it constantly.

When he was driving and the aux playlist hit a track you'd once offhandedly said was "underrated, not gonna lie"

When he was scrolling late at night and one of your stories popped up, some dumb meme or blurry selfie with your hood up and a half-smile and he'd just stare.

When your contact name lit up his phone.

"Y/N"

And his chest would stutter. Every. Single. Time.

"What if I told you that I've fallen?"

"And I like the way you say my name..."

He heard that lyric for the first time at 3am. Alone in his room. Lying in bed, airpods in, volume way too loud.

He didn't even blink. Just stared at the ceiling like it had personally violated him.

Because yeah.

He liked the way you said his name.

Too much.

The way you stretched the vowel just a little. How your voice always dropped an octave like you were in on a private joke only the two of you knew. The casual, throwaway affection hidden in the way you said "Chunkz" but always with that hint of something else.

Something that made him wonder.

Something that made him ache.

////_////_////_////

The flat was silent.

Not peaceful, just still.

The kind of silence that made every sound louder. Every clock tick, every breath, every creak in the wall like thunder in the dark.

Chunkz lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Phone on his chest. Lights off. Curtains drawn. But sleep? Not even close.

Because his brain had chosen you again.

Like it always did when the world shut down.

He didn't even want to be awake. Not really. But the second his head hit the pillow, the reel started rolling.

You laughing at your own dumb joke. You roasting him in a group call and somehow making it sound like affection. You sitting next to him on the couch, knees bumping, scrolling your phone with that half-smile you didn't know you had.

He exhaled sharply, almost annoyed at himself.

"Bro, get a grip" Chunkz muttered in the dar.

But he knew there was no grip to get.

He turned over, phone in hand now. Opened your chat.

Left it there and stared.

No typing. No voice note. Just... staring at your name like it might blink back.

It never did.

He tapped your icon once. Photo popped up, grainy pic of you from the last shoot. Hoodie on. Peace sign up. Tongue out.

Beautiful. Ridiculous. Real.

And all his.

Except--- not.

Not really.

And maybe never.

He sank deeper into the mattress.

Because the thing was, you weren't just someone he fancied.

You were home.

That one person he wanted to text when he landed. The voice he wanted in his ear when the doubts got loud. The face he looked for in the crowd, even when he told himself not to.

And he hadn't told you.

Not once.

Not even close.

Would you even care?

If he said it, if he cracked open his chest and poured it out, would you still look at him the same way?

Would you still come over for movie nights?

Still call him an idiot when he lost at FIFA?

Still lean against his shoulder like it didn't mean anything, when to him it meant everything?

He didn't know.

So instead, he closed his eyes.

Let himself pretend.

Pretend he'd told you. That you knew. That you smiled when he said your name out loud. That you kissed him first, just to shut him up.

That you were his, fully. Finally.

////_////_////_////

Now he was slouched deep in the studio couch, legs kicked out, hoodie half-off one shoulder, headphones slipping from his neck. Track paused. Phone in his hand.

You'd sent a voice note earlier, two minutes long. Something about how you caught Niko and Aj clowning you in your comment section again.

Chunkz had listened to it four times already.

Not for the content. Not even for the laugh even though it was a stupid good laugh.

Just for the way you said his name in the middle. Light. Unbothered. Fond.

Like it didn't cost you anything.

He shook his head slowly, dragging a hand down his face.

"Man's losing it" Chunkz muttered.

Because he was moving mad. No doubt about it. He could own that. He just didn't know how to stop.

What was he supposed to do, though? When every time you laughed at his dumb jokes, his chest felt like it had been rewired?

When you sat too close on set and his brain stopped processing actual language?

What was he meant to do when the best part of his week wasn't the viral moments, the brand deals, or even the music drops, it was you texting. 

"You alive?" 

After he went quiet for two days?

No "hey" No fluff. Just straight to the point. Just you, being you.

And that was the thing.

You saw him.

Not the character. Not the laughs. Not the persona he could switch on with one raised eyebrow and a sharp joke.

You saw past it. You noticed the quiet bits, the pauses between his words. The looks he gave the floor when he didn't have a punchline loaded.

And you stayed.

You didn't make him perform. You just let him... exist.

"I'm okay with being by your side

For as long as I can hide..."

That lyric had gutted him.

Because yeah.

He'd rather stay in your orbit, silent and aching, than risk it all and push you away.

Like tonight.

You were in his kitchen. Post-shoot. Still in that oversized hoodie of his that you'd "borrowed" last month and definitely weren't giving back. He'd said you could keep it. He didn't mean it.

He just liked that it smelled like you now.

You were moving around like you owned the place, barefoot, hair up, making pancakes like it was your God-given right to dominate his stove.

Chunkz leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, pretending to scroll.

But really, he was watching you.

How you stirred the batter one-handed. How you danced slightly while waiting for the pan to heat. How you wiped a smudge of flour off your cheek with the back of your wrist.

So effortlessly you.

And you didn't even know. You didn't see how you were killing him, slowly, softly with every stupid perfect detail.

He swallowed, trying to look away. Failed.

"Oi" You said suddenly, tossing a spatula onto the counter.

 "Why do you never let me cook?" You asked him.

"'Cause last time you nearly caused a biblical event" Chunkz said as he pushed off the wall, smirking.

"EXCUSE me--" You said as you turned, fake-offended.

"'Experimental heat distribution' you said. While the fire alarm was SCREAMING" Chunkz said.

"It was avant-garde. You lot got no vision" You said as you grabbed a tea towel and tossed it at him.

"You nearly set Aj's lashes on fire" Chunkz simply said.

"He recovered!" You said.

"Barely!" Chunkz said.

You were both laughing now. Loud. Messy. Real.

And still, he was dying.

Because this was it.

This was the moment where he could say something. Anything.

That he looked forward to seeing you more than anyone. That he replayed your voice in his head like a song. That you made the world feel less loud just by being in the room.

"The heart-shaped arrow through my chest..."

The lyric echoed in his head again.

But what was he meant to do?

Blurting it out now, here, while you were flipping pancakes and licking syrup off your finger?

What would that even look like?

Hey. I think I'm in love with you. Please don't laugh. Also, careful, that burner's still hot.

Nah.

He kept it buried.

Even when you turned to him, plate in one hand.

 "Thanks for today. You always make me feel...better" You said.

The way you said it. Soft. Almost shy. Like maybe you were holding back too.

He looked at you, really looked.

Your eyes. Your mouth. The way your thumb was fidgeting at the corner of the plate like you were nervous.

His chest burned.

And all he said was.

"Anytime" Chunkz said, smiling.

I'll make your breakfast every morning.

And pick you up when you're a mess.

You leaned back against the counter, sipping your tea.

"You alright?" You asked, watching him over the rim of your mug.

He smiled, slow. Controlled. Careful.

"Yeah" Chunkz said.

Never mind, never mind...

You didn't push.

You didn't say his name again.

But the way you looked at him... maybe you knew. Maybe you'd always known.

Still, nothing more passed between you.

And so the moment faded.

And so he stayed quiet.

And so he fell deeper.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! Ngl, I just finished this cause this had been stuck in my drafts since last year.

pls tell me this fic made sense cause I've been losing it for the past few days lmao.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

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Fallen - Chunkz

Summary: Chunkz hides his feelings for you behind banter and silence, loving you quietly while you unknowingly make his world feel like home.

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Soft Angst

Note: This fic is based on a song called Fallen by Lola Amour (It's english so go listen to this masterpiece.

Masterlist

He never said your name around the mandem anymore.

Not even when it would've made sense. Not even when they were talking about you in the groupchat, throwing your name back and forth like it didn't mean anything.

He'd just say "them" or "that one"-- sometimes "gyal" if he needed a laugh to cover how his throat got tight just thinking about you.

He couldn't trust himself with your name.

It came out too soft. Too careful. Like something fragile he wasn't meant to be holding.

Like if he said it one more time, everyone would know.

So he kept it locked up.

But inside?

Inside he said it constantly.

When he was driving and the aux playlist hit a track you'd once offhandedly said was "underrated, not gonna lie"

When he was scrolling late at night and one of your stories popped up, some dumb meme or blurry selfie with your hood up and a half-smile and he'd just stare.

When your contact name lit up his phone.

"Y/N"

And his chest would stutter. Every. Single. Time.

"What if I told you that I've fallen?"

"And I like the way you say my name..."

He heard that lyric for the first time at 3am. Alone in his room. Lying in bed, airpods in, volume way too loud.

He didn't even blink. Just stared at the ceiling like it had personally violated him.

Because yeah.

He liked the way you said his name.

Too much.

The way you stretched the vowel just a little. How your voice always dropped an octave like you were in on a private joke only the two of you knew. The casual, throwaway affection hidden in the way you said "Chunkz" but always with that hint of something else.

Something that made him wonder.

Something that made him ache.

////_////_////_////

The flat was silent.

Not peaceful, just still.

The kind of silence that made every sound louder. Every clock tick, every breath, every creak in the wall like thunder in the dark.

Chunkz lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Phone on his chest. Lights off. Curtains drawn. But sleep? Not even close.

Because his brain had chosen you again.

Like it always did when the world shut down.

He didn't even want to be awake. Not really. But the second his head hit the pillow, the reel started rolling.

You laughing at your own dumb joke. You roasting him in a group call and somehow making it sound like affection. You sitting next to him on the couch, knees bumping, scrolling your phone with that half-smile you didn't know you had.

He exhaled sharply, almost annoyed at himself.

"Bro, get a grip" Chunkz muttered in the dar.

But he knew there was no grip to get.

He turned over, phone in hand now. Opened your chat.

Left it there and stared.

No typing. No voice note. Just... staring at your name like it might blink back.

It never did.

He tapped your icon once. Photo popped up, grainy pic of you from the last shoot. Hoodie on. Peace sign up. Tongue out.

Beautiful. Ridiculous. Real.

And all his.

Except--- not.

Not really.

And maybe never.

He sank deeper into the mattress.

Because the thing was, you weren't just someone he fancied.

You were home.

That one person he wanted to text when he landed. The voice he wanted in his ear when the doubts got loud. The face he looked for in the crowd, even when he told himself not to.

And he hadn't told you.

Not once.

Not even close.

Would you even care?

If he said it, if he cracked open his chest and poured it out, would you still look at him the same way?

Would you still come over for movie nights?

Still call him an idiot when he lost at FIFA?

Still lean against his shoulder like it didn't mean anything, when to him it meant everything?

He didn't know.

So instead, he closed his eyes.

Let himself pretend.

Pretend he'd told you. That you knew. That you smiled when he said your name out loud. That you kissed him first, just to shut him up.

That you were his, fully. Finally.

////_////_////_////

Now he was slouched deep in the studio couch, legs kicked out, hoodie half-off one shoulder, headphones slipping from his neck. Track paused. Phone in his hand.

You'd sent a voice note earlier, two minutes long. Something about how you caught Niko and Aj clowning you in your comment section again.

Chunkz had listened to it four times already.

Not for the content. Not even for the laugh even though it was a stupid good laugh.

Just for the way you said his name in the middle. Light. Unbothered. Fond.

Like it didn't cost you anything.

He shook his head slowly, dragging a hand down his face.

"Man's losing it" Chunkz muttered.

Because he was moving mad. No doubt about it. He could own that. He just didn't know how to stop.

What was he supposed to do, though? When every time you laughed at his dumb jokes, his chest felt like it had been rewired?

When you sat too close on set and his brain stopped processing actual language?

What was he meant to do when the best part of his week wasn't the viral moments, the brand deals, or even the music drops, it was you texting. 

"You alive?" 

After he went quiet for two days?

No "hey" No fluff. Just straight to the point. Just you, being you.

And that was the thing.

You saw him.

Not the character. Not the laughs. Not the persona he could switch on with one raised eyebrow and a sharp joke.

You saw past it. You noticed the quiet bits, the pauses between his words. The looks he gave the floor when he didn't have a punchline loaded.

And you stayed.

You didn't make him perform. You just let him... exist.

"I'm okay with being by your side

For as long as I can hide..."

That lyric had gutted him.

Because yeah.

He'd rather stay in your orbit, silent and aching, than risk it all and push you away.

Like tonight.

You were in his kitchen. Post-shoot. Still in that oversized hoodie of his that you'd "borrowed" last month and definitely weren't giving back. He'd said you could keep it. He didn't mean it.

He just liked that it smelled like you now.

You were moving around like you owned the place, barefoot, hair up, making pancakes like it was your God-given right to dominate his stove.

Chunkz leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, pretending to scroll.

But really, he was watching you.

How you stirred the batter one-handed. How you danced slightly while waiting for the pan to heat. How you wiped a smudge of flour off your cheek with the back of your wrist.

So effortlessly you.

And you didn't even know. You didn't see how you were killing him, slowly, softly with every stupid perfect detail.

He swallowed, trying to look away. Failed.

"Oi" You said suddenly, tossing a spatula onto the counter.

 "Why do you never let me cook?" You asked him.

"'Cause last time you nearly caused a biblical event" Chunkz said as he pushed off the wall, smirking.

"EXCUSE me--" You said as you turned, fake-offended.

"'Experimental heat distribution' you said. While the fire alarm was SCREAMING" Chunkz said.

"It was avant-garde. You lot got no vision" You said as you grabbed a tea towel and tossed it at him.

"You nearly set Aj's lashes on fire" Chunkz simply said.

"He recovered!" You said.

"Barely!" Chunkz said.

You were both laughing now. Loud. Messy. Real.

And still, he was dying.

Because this was it.

This was the moment where he could say something. Anything.

That he looked forward to seeing you more than anyone. That he replayed your voice in his head like a song. That you made the world feel less loud just by being in the room.

"The heart-shaped arrow through my chest..."

The lyric echoed in his head again.

But what was he meant to do?

Blurting it out now, here, while you were flipping pancakes and licking syrup off your finger?

What would that even look like?

Hey. I think I'm in love with you. Please don't laugh. Also, careful, that burner's still hot.

Nah.

He kept it buried.

Even when you turned to him, plate in one hand.

 "Thanks for today. You always make me feel...better" You said.

The way you said it. Soft. Almost shy. Like maybe you were holding back too.

He looked at you, really looked.

Your eyes. Your mouth. The way your thumb was fidgeting at the corner of the plate like you were nervous.

His chest burned.

And all he said was.

"Anytime" Chunkz said, smiling.

I'll make your breakfast every morning.

And pick you up when you're a mess.

You leaned back against the counter, sipping your tea.

"You alright?" You asked, watching him over the rim of your mug.

He smiled, slow. Controlled. Careful.

"Yeah" Chunkz said.

Never mind, never mind...

You didn't push.

You didn't say his name again.

But the way you looked at him... maybe you knew. Maybe you'd always known.

Still, nothing more passed between you.

And so the moment faded.

And so he stayed quiet.

And so he fell deeper.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! Ngl, I just finished this cause this had been stuck in my drafts since last year.

pls tell me this fic made sense cause I've been losing it for the past few days lmao.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!