#chunkz x you

[kennysboxergf]

So good ~ Chunkz

Girl I had an itch for Chunkz praising you so here it is 🤭🤭

⚠️smut warning⚠️

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Your hands lay on the kitchen counter to maintain balance as your boyfriend stood behind you. You had come home earlier tonight to a nice dinner with your boyfriend and teasing touches all throughout which led to Chunkz holding one of your thighs apart as his dick slid in you.

You moaned in pleasure as his thickness filled you up. You felt his hand on the bottom of your back as he grunted at the warmth of you. 

“That’s it, you’re doing so well” he praised you as your back arched. The motion pressed your hips against the counter. The pain spread through your body but you barely felt it as Chunkz continued to push deeper into you.

One of his thrusts was angled in a way that it hit just the spot. You let out an extra loud moan at the sensation. The sound urged him on as he changed position to repeatedly hit at the same angle. The feeling brought you closer and closer to the edge and you could feel that he was too.

“I’m close, babes” he whispers to confirm your theory. You nod back in answer, not trusting yourself to answer coherently.

You felt warmth where his hand pushed down into your back as he got to the edge of his climax. Pressure built in your core. You came with a cry of his name and felt him follow a minute after. He pulled out with a sigh and you felt the wetness spread down your thigh.

You heard his footsteps walk away from you as you turned around and leant on the edge of the counter. You examined your hip to see it red, you poked it slightly and winced at the pain. That was definitely going to bruise.

Chunkz comes back into the room with boxers on and a towel for you. He held it out and you took it and started to clean yourself up. 

“You did so good babes, that was amazing” he said as he leaned in to kiss you.

“I love you” you said and kissed back.

“Love you too” 

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It think this one is meh but Chunkz praising you deserves recognition 🥴🥴

as always requests are open and please come by and say hi <3

[rose24207]

Simp sessions and sliding into DM’s

Summary: Y/N openly simps for Lando Norris during a Beta Squad video, and he surprises her by sliding into her DMs.

Genre: humor

TW: filly (?)

A/N: English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The Beta Squad filming day was already off to a chaotic start, as usual. Cameras were rolling, the boys were bantering, and you were doing what you did best: keeping them in check while simultaneously embarrassing yourself over Lando Norris.

You were the heart of the group—a mix of sass, sarcasm, and too much energy. But when it came to Lando? You couldn’t help yourself. The guys loved it, though, because your relentless simping made for prime content.

“Alright, next challenge,” Sharky announced as the crew prepped for the next scene. “We’ve got trivia, and the loser has to wear this ridiculous chicken suit for the rest of the video.”

“I am not losing this,” Chunkz said, crossing his arms.

“You better not,” AJ quipped. “Because we already know Y/N losing the second we bring up Formula 1.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned. “Listen, I might fail general trivia, but if the question’s about Lando Norris, I’ll ace it.”

“Of course you will,” Kenny teased, smirking at the camera. “You’d probably marry him if you could.”

“Who says I wouldn’t?” you shot back, flipping your hair dramatically. Then, looking directly into the lens, you added, “Lando, if you’re watching this, hi. I’m single, funny, and an excellent cook. Call me.”

The room erupted with laughter as the guys doubled over at your boldness.

“You’re shameless!” Niko said, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Don’t act like you’re not jealous,” you retorted, pointing at him. “Lando’s a catch, and I’m just shooting my shot.”

The filming continued, but the Lando jokes didn’t stop. Every time a question remotely related to racing or McLaren came up, you’d light up like a Christmas tree.

“Which F1 team has won the most championships?” AJ read aloud during the trivia round.

“McLaren!” you shouted.

Chunkz groaned. “It’s Ferrari, you muppet.”

You pouted, ignoring the laughter and leaning into the camera again. “I tried, Lando. I swear I did. Don’t judge me.”

Unbeknownst to you, Lando was watching.

Ever since Filly introduced him to Beta Squad’s videos, he’d been a quiet fan. At first, he watched for the laughs, but after seeing you roast the boys with razor-sharp wit and your constant jokes about him, he became... intrigued.

“Mate, she’s proper funny,” Lando had told Filly after a particularly chaotic episode.

“Yeah, Y/N’s a legend,” Filly said with a grin. “You should DM her, bro. She’d lose it.”

“I don’t know,” Lando had said, trying to play it cool. But secretly, he couldn’t get the idea out of his head.

Back at the Beta Squad shoot, you were sitting on the sofa during a break, scrolling through Instagram. The guys were busy setting up for the next segment, but you were glued to your screen, giggling at Lando’s latest post.

“What’s so funny?” Chunkz asked, leaning over your shoulder.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, turning your phone away.

“Bet it’s Lando,” Sharky teased, walking past.

“Of course it is,” AJ said. “She’s been staring at her phone like it’s a picture of her future husband.”

“Leave me alone,” you said, laughing. “It’s not my fault he’s perfect.”

“Perfect at crashing,” Niko said, and you threw a cushion at him.

“Say that again, and I’ll fight you,” you warned, grinning.

Just then, Sharky’s phone buzzed, and he let out a surprised laugh. “No way.”

“What?” Chunkz asked, curious.

“Lando just posted a story. He’s watching our video.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

The guys crowded around Sharky’s phone, and sure enough, there was Lando’s story—a clip of you dramatically declaring your love for him, with the caption: “I’m flattered. Trivia next time?”

You froze, your face burning. “Oh my god.”

“Y/N, you’ve made it!” AJ shouted, shaking your shoulders.

“Wait, this is big,” Kenny said, laughing. “What are you gonna do?”

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. You picked it up hesitantly, and your jaw dropped.

@landonorris: Followed you.

The room went silent for about three seconds before the guys erupted into chaos.

“He followed you?!” Chunkz yelled.

“This is better than any prank we’ve ever done,” Sharky said, grinning.

“Alright, everyone, calm down!” you said, though you were anything but calm. Your heart was pounding as you opened Instagram, and sure enough, there it was—Lando’s name sitting at the top of your followers list.

“DM him!” AJ urged.

“No, wait,” Kenny said, smirking. “Let’s see if he DMs her first.”

As if on cue, another notification popped up.

Lando Norris: Hey, Y/N. Love the videos. Also, I’m offended you got the McLaren question wrong.

You let out a strangled laugh, holding up your phone. “He DMed me.”

The guys lost it again, shouting and cheering as you stared at the screen in disbelief.

“Reply!” Niko said, practically shoving you back onto the sofa.

Taking a deep breath, you typed out a response:

You: In my defense, I panicked. But thanks for watching! Let me know when you want to collab on trivia.

His reply came quickly:

Lando Norris: Deal. But only if I get to be on your team.

You couldn’t stop smiling, and the guys teased you relentlessly for the rest of the day. But for once, you didn’t care.

Because maybe, just maybe, your shameless simping was about to pay off.

Thank you for reading!

[4m0r1m]

More Than Just A Prank

SUMMARY: After years of chaos, pranks, and pretending not to care, Niko’s jealousy finally gives him away. One kiss later, everything changes—and their legendary friendship might just become the love story no one saw coming.

WORD COUNT: 2,686 words

PAIRING: niko omilana x reader

There were two things everyone knew about you and Niko.

One: you’d been best friends since primary school, and two: you were insufferable when you were together.

Not in the awful, mean-spirited kind of way. No—your brand of chaos came in the form of pranks, inside jokes, and a total disregard for consequences whenever you were side by side. Whether it was swapping the sugar with salt in Sharky’s kitchen or convincing strangers in public that Niko was a runaway prince from a tiny island nation, the two of you thrived in shared madness.

And through it all—through birthdays, teenage angst, heartbreaks, successes—you’d never crossed that invisible line between “best friends” and “something more.” Even if, sometimes, the way he looked at you lingered just a second too long. Even if you sometimes caught yourself staring at his hands while he talked, wondering what it would be like to hold them without it being a joke.

But neither of you dared to speak it. You were too afraid of ruining what you had.

“Alright,” Niko whispered beside you, eyes scanning the open plaza where your next prank was about to unfold, “you ready?”

You grinned, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “Born ready.”

The plan was simple—classic distraction-and-diversion. Niko would pretend to be an art dealer auctioning off invisible sculptures in front of a small crowd, and you’d play his dramatic ex-girlfriend, storming in with a fake letter exposing him as a fraud. All for content, obviously. But more importantly, for the thrill.

As Niko took centre stage near the fountain, you kept to the side, watching with that familiar mix of pride and second-hand embarrassment as he launched into character.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you a piece worth over £10,000. Handcrafted by the air itself…”

People started to gather, curiosity piqued. You waited for the perfect moment to barge in. Just before you did, a man approached you—tall, sharp suit, and a confident smile that said he was used to getting his way.

“You part of this little stunt?” he asked, eyes flicking from Niko to you.

You smirked. “What stunt?”

He chuckled, clearly entertained. “Right. You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

“Depends who’s asking.”

He held out his hand. “James.”

You didn’t take it. “I’m busy.”

James didn’t seem to care. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. “Come on, you’re too pretty to be caught up in fake art sales. How about you ditch this and let me buy you a proper drink?”

Before you could respond, a shadow appeared at your side. Niko.

“Everything alright here?” he asked, voice casual—but with an edge.

James glanced at him. “We were just talking.”

Niko’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Doesn’t look like she was enjoying the conversation.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly. You’d seen Niko annoyed before—usually when someone spoiled a film or ate the last slice of pizza without asking. But this? This was different.

James scoffed, raising his hands. “Didn’t realise I needed permission.”

“You don’t,” Niko said smoothly. “You just need to learn how to take a hint.”

James narrowed his eyes but backed off, muttering something under his breath as he walked away.

The second he was out of earshot, you turned to Niko. “What was that?”

He shrugged, still watching the man’s retreating figure. “He was a creep.”

“I had it under control.”

“I know.” He paused. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at you, that’s all.”

Your heart stuttered. It wasn’t what he said. It was how he said it—low, sincere, and unguarded. Like he hadn’t meant to admit it out loud.

“Why?” you asked, quietly.

Niko blinked. “What?”

“Why didn’t you like it?”

There was a beat of silence. And for once, the air between you didn’t feel playful. It felt… fragile.

“Because,” he said slowly, “I don’t like other people thinking they can have you.”

The words hit harder than expected. You stared at him, your usual grin forgotten.

“Niko…”

He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Look, maybe this is the worst idea I’ve ever had, and God knows I’ve had some bad ones—but I need to say this.”

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a while,” he admitted. “And I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose you. But seeing that guy—watching him look at you like you were some prize��it made me realise I’d rather take the risk than stay silent.”

Your heart thudded in your ears. “You’re in love with me?”

“I think I always have been,” he said, almost sheepishly. “Even back when we used to sneak out of school to get ice cream and lie about it to your mum.”

A laugh bubbled out of you—half nerves, half disbelief. “You idiot.”

“Yeah.”

“You absolute idiot.”

“Is that a good ‘idiot’ or a bad one?”

You stepped forward, closing the gap between you. “Good. Very good.”

He smiled, relief flooding his face.

Then, without thinking, you reached up and kissed him.

It wasn’t fireworks. It wasn’t a cinematic moment set to music.

It was real.

Warm, soft, and years in the making.

When you pulled away, Niko stared at you like you’d just rewritten the laws of gravity.

“So…” he breathed. “This is happening?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s happening.”

He took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. “Still wanna do the prank?”

You laughed. “We already caused a scene. Might as well commit.”

He grinned, grabbing the fake letter from your pocket. “Then let’s cause chaos—as a couple.”

“Ugh. We’re going to be even more annoying, aren’t we?”

“Absolutely.”

Later that night, after you’d posted the prank video and ignored the group chat’s cries of “I KNEW IT,” you lay next to him on the sofa, shoulders touching, his arm draped lazily over yours.

“You’re my best friend, you know,” you said softly.

He turned his head to look at you. “You’re mine.”

“But now you’re also my boyfriend.”

“Bit weird, innit?”

“The best kind of weird.”

He smiled, and the look in his eyes told you one thing for sure:

This friendship was never going to be ruined. It had just levelled up.

[laufeyslegacy]

Roar

Summary: A dare for a YouTube video changed Sharky's life forever

Song: Pink and White · Frank Ocean

Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! ����

Word count: 3.0k

Sharky, whose real name was lost to the annals of time and teenage bravado, felt a cold dread prickle his skin. He stood with Chunks and Kenny, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the bustling boardwalk.

They were filming a dare video for their YouTube channel, a tradition that usually involved eating questionable substances or performing mildly embarrassing public stunts. But this… this felt different.

He pulled the folded slip of paper from the box, the flimsy paper feeling suddenly heavy in his hand.

He cleared his throat, the microphone amplifying the sound, and read aloud, his voice wavering slightly, "Go do your roar to the nearest prettiest girl you see."

Chunks and Kenny exploded with laughter. "Ooh, Sharky's gonna get some!" Chunks yelled, slapping him on the back hard enough to make him stumble.

Sharky, despite his nickname, wasn't exactly known for his confidence, especially not with girls. The 'roar' was a stupid, self-deprecating gimmick he used in their videos – a terrible imitation of a shark’s rawr, usually deployed for comedic effect.

The thought of directing it at an actual girl, a pretty one no less, made his stomach churn.

"Come on, Sharky! You gotta do it so we can win this video!" Chunks urged, his face alight with mischievous glee. "Think of the views!"

He knew they were right. This video had the potential to go viral. He just had to swallow his pride, and a whole lot of awkwardness. "Alright," he muttered, the word barely audible. He scanned the crowd, his eyes darting nervously. He already knew who he was going to choose, though. He'd been subtly, almost unconsciously, eyeing her ever since they’d set up their cameras.

She was standing alone near the pier entrance, a figure of quiet composure amidst the chaos of the boardwalk. She had her back to him, but he could see the way the sun caught the highlights in her hair, the delicate curve of her neck.

She was wearing a simple sundress, and the way it moved in the gentle breeze was mesmerizing. She looked like she was waiting for someone, which meant he had to be quick.

Taking a deep breath, Sharky detached himself from the group and started to walk towards her, each step feeling heavier than the last.

His palms were sweating, and he could feel the blood rushing to his face. He could hear Chunks and Kenny's encouraging shouts behind him, but they were fading into a muffled background buzz.

As he got closer, he could see her face. She was even more beautiful than he’d imagined. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed lost in thought.

He almost froze, the absurdity of his mission hitting him full force. He was about to ruin this girl's peaceful afternoon with his stupid 'roar' for the sake of a YouTube video.

He was close enough now. He could smell the faint scent of sunscreen and something floral, and in that moment, he almost turned back. But then he remembered the pressure, the expectation, the chance for viral fame.

He stopped a few feet behind her, cleared his throat again, and launched into his cringeworthy routine. He puffed out his chest, widened his eyes, and let out the most ridiculous, exaggerated "Rawr!" he could muster, complete with flailing arms and a goofy grin.

The girl jumped, startled, and spun around, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, she just stared at him, her expression unreadable. Sharky braced himself for the inevitable ridicule.

"I… I'm so sorry," he stammered, his face burning. "It was a dare. For a video. I know it was stupid."

She blinked, then a slow smile spread across her face. "That was… unexpected," she said, her voice soft and melodic.

Sharky couldn't believe it. She wasn't angry? She wasn't laughing at him?

"Yeah, well, sorry about that," he mumbled, shuffling his feet. "I should probably go." He started to turn away, eager to escape the awkwardness he'd created.

"Wait," she said, her hand lightly touching his arm. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. "What kind of video?"

He hesitated, then explained, "We're Beta Squad. We do stupid challenges and stuff. It's… it's dumb, I know."

Her smile widened. "No, it sounds kind of fun. I'm [Your Name], by the way."

He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd just ruined this girl's afternoon with his ridiculous 'roar,' and now she was introducing herself.

"[Your Name]," he repeated, the name feeling foreign and beautiful on his tongue. "I'm Sharky. Well, not really. It's just a nickname."

"I figured," she said, her eyes twinkling. "So, Sharky, what other ridiculous dares are you going to do today?"

He chuckled, surprised at how easily he was talking to her. "Hopefully none as embarrassing as that one. Unless you want to hear another 'roar'?"

"Maybe later," she said playfully. "So, what were you guys doing here anyway?"

He explained about the dare video, about Beta Squad, about their aspirations for YouTube fame. She listened intently, her eyes never leaving his. He found himself talking more freely than he ever usually did, the initial awkwardness melting away under her genuine interest.

He learned that she was waiting for a friend, who was running late. She was an artist, she told him, and she drew inspiration from the ocean, the people, the vibrant energy of the boardwalk.

As they talked, Sharky forgot all about the cameras, about Chunks and Kenny, about the pressure of the video. He was simply captivated by her presence, by her intelligence, by her kind eyes.

Finally, her friend arrived, a whirlwind of apologies and hurried greetings. [Your Name] turned to Sharky. "It was really nice meeting you, Sharky," she said, her smile genuine. "Good luck with your video."

"You too, [Your Name]," he replied, his heart sinking slightly as she turned to leave. "Maybe… maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe," she said, and then she was gone, swallowed by the crowd.

Sharky stood there for a moment, dazed, the boardwalk noises suddenly seeming louder, more intrusive. He walked back to where Chunks and Kenny were waiting, their faces alight with anticipation.

"Dude, what happened?" Chunks asked, clapping him on the shoulder. "You were gone for ages! Did you get her number?"

Sharky shook his head. "No," he said, his voice distracted. "But… I talked to her. For a while."

Kenny grinned. "Well, did you get the shot? Let's see the footage!"

Sharky nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. He knew the footage would be gold for their channel, a moment of pure, unadulterated cringe. But all he could think about was [Your Name], her smile, her voice, the way she had made him feel.

The video went viral, as expected. The 'roar' clip was endlessly shared and memed, bringing Beta Squad a surge of new subscribers.

Sharky was initially thrilled, but as the views climbed, a sense of unease began to settle in. He felt like he had exploited [Your Name], reduced her to a punchline in his stupid online persona.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to apologize, to explain himself properly. He started frequenting the boardwalk, hoping to run into her again. He walked past the pier entrance countless times, his eyes scanning the crowd, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Weeks turned into months, and Sharky began to lose hope. He started avoiding the boardwalk, the memories of his encounter with [Your Name] too painful to bear.

He felt like he had missed his chance, ruined a potential connection for the sake of fleeting online fame.

Sharky adjusted the microphone clipped to his Clean Heartz t-shirt, a nervous energy thrumming through him. On camera, he projected his usual goofy charm, but underneath, his heart hammered against his ribs.

He was doing a solo video, a comedic take on a dating show called “Finding Love,” where he’d supposedly choose a partner based on… well, based on increasingly ridiculous criteria.

The flimsy curtain separating him from the five unseen contestants rustled. He cleared his throat. “Alright, ladies! Welcome to ‘Finding Love with Sharky!’ I’m your host, your future husband, your… well, you get the picture. Let the introductions begin!”

He gestured dramatically. “Contestant Number One, tell us about yourself!”

A clear, confident voice responded, “Hi, I’m Emily, and I’m a doctor.”

“Ooh, a doctor! Impressive!” Sharky quipped, playing to the imagined audience. The Beta Squad boys were probably howling with laughter back in the control room. He could practically hear Chunkz’s booming guffaws.

“Number Two?”

“Hi, I’m Sarah, and I’m a teacher,” came the reply, equally bright and cheerful.

“Teachers are amazing! Shaping the minds of tomorrow!” Sharky exclaimed, laying it on thick. He was a natural showman, even when the show was utter nonsense.

“Number Three?”

“Hi, I’m Catherine, and I’m an entrepreneur,” a slightly more sophisticated voice declared.

Sharky raised an eyebrow. “Entrepreneur, eh? Business savvy! I like it!” He winked at the camera, pretending to be intrigued.

Then came the fourth voice, a melodic, hesitant sound that sent a jolt through him. “Hi, I’m Y/N, and I’m an artist.”

His breath caught in his throat. Y/N? Could it be? The Y/N he’d been searching for, the one who'd haunted his thoughts for months since that chance encounter at the art gallery?

He felt a wave of heat creep up his neck. He could practically feel the laughter bubbling in his earpiece. Chunkz, Niko, and Kenny would be having an absolute field day with his reaction. They knew. They had to know.

It couldn't be her, right? The odds were astronomical. But the voice… the way she said “artist,” with a delicate vibrato… it was undeniably familiar.

He forced himself to focus, reminding himself this was a video, a performance. He needed to keep the charade going, at least for now.

“And finally, Number Five?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Hi, I’m Olivia, and I’m a personal trainer,” the last contestant announced.

Sharky went through the motions, pretending to weigh his options. He asked silly questions about their favourite colours, their opinions on pineapple on pizza, and whether they preferred cats or dogs.

He gave each woman a polite, if somewhat vacant, response. He even unveiled snippets of their clothing, revealing a brightly coloured scarf for Emily, a sensible cardigan for Sarah, a power suit jacket for Catherine, and a… paint-splattered overall strap for Number Four.

He was dying inside. The glimpse of the overall strap only deepened the possibility. Y/N was an artist; overalls were practically part of the uniform.

He had to know.

“Okay, ladies, before we move on to the next round, I have a question for one particular contestant,” he said, trying to sound casual. He could feel the weight of the camera lens boring into him.

He looked directly at the curtain, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst. “Number Four, Y/N… have we met before?”

The studio went silent. He could practically hear the collective breath-holding in the control room.

A pause, stretched out and agonizing, followed. Then, a soft, uncertain reply. “Umm… no, I don’t think so.”

The air deflated from Sharky's lungs like a punctured balloon. Disappointment washed over him, a cold and bitter wave. He'd allowed hope to bloom, and now it withered before his eyes.

He plastered a fake smile on his face. “Okay! Just thought I recognized your voice. Maybe I’m just psychic!” He forced a laugh that died in his throat.

The video continued, a blur of ridiculous challenges and manufactured drama. He asked them to impersonate animals, to describe their ideal dates.

He went through the motions, asking the questions, making the obligatory jokes, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying the conversation, searching for any hint that he was wrong.

Was he really just imagining it? Had he built up this encounter in his head to something it wasn’t?

Chunks, Kenny, and Niko dutifully played their parts, chiming in with commentary, roasting his fashion choices, and occasionally offering their own questionable dating advice. He zoned out, only vaguely aware of their banter.

Round and round they went, the reveals became a little more revealing, the challenges a little sillier.

Chunks eliminated Number One, who had insisted on communicating exclusively through animal noises.

Kenny sent Number Three packing after her insistence that her ideal date involved taxidermy.

Niko, with a look of pure disgust, eliminated Number Two, who confessed to eating pizza with a fork and knife.

Finally, it was down to Number Four, Y/N, and Number Five, Olivia. He barely registered Olivia's presence, his focus entirely consumed by the hope that maybe, just maybe, he had been right about Y/N.

"Okay, can you two ladies come out and stand with me," Sharky asked, trying to inject some enthusiasm into his voice.

He watched their shoes walk around the curtain, the small scuff marks on Y/N’s worn sneakers sending a jolt of recognition through him. He saw Olivia first, a bubbly blonde with bright blue eyes and a practiced smile. Then…

His heart jumped. It was you. Y/N. He recognized the curve of your jaw, the way your hair framed your face, the subtle freckles dusting your nose. It was definitely you.

He couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. He went to hug Olivia, offering a quick, polite squeeze.

Then he turned to you, and the hug lingered. Just a little longer than necessary, a silent acknowledgment of something unspoken.

"First thing I have to ask, Y/N, didn't we meet before?" he asked, unable to contain the excitement bubbling inside him.

You hesitated, your eyes darting towards the crew. “Yeah, we have, but…” you stopped, pointing at your earpiece, "your friends made me lie so it wasn't obvious."

"No way! I genuinely thought I was losing my mind," Sharky said, laughing, the sound genuine and relieved. "So, what, they set this up?"

"Pretty much," you said, a small, apologetic smile playing on your lips. "Sorry!"

"Sorry?" Sharky exclaimed, feigning offense. "This is the best thing that's happened all day! I thought I was going crazy!" He looked over at the crew, shaking his head in disbelief. "They actually pulled it off."

He still had to play the game, to maintain the illusion of choice. He asked you and Olivia two more questions, innocuous things about your hobbies and aspirations, trying to gauge how well you would fit into his life.

You answered perfectly, your responses witty, insightful, and surprisingly genuine.

Olivia answered well too, but his mind was already made up.

"Well now I have to pick the winner of the 'Finding Love with Sharky'," he said, drawing out the words for dramatic effect. He looked from Olivia to you, pretending to weigh his options. "This is a tough one. Both of you are amazing. You're funny, intelligent…" he paused, glancing at you again, a silent promise in his eyes.

"But… I have to be honest. There's something… a connection, maybe, that I feel with one of you. And that person is…" he paused again, milking the moment for all it was worth. "Y/N!"

A collective gasp rippled through the crew. Olivia managed a gracious smile, but he could see the disappointment in her eyes.

He felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the warmth spreading through him as you looked at him, a hint of surprise and something akin to intrigue flickering in your eyes.

He hugged Olivia quickly, offering a few words of thanks and encouragement before she left the set, leaving you and him standing awkwardly in the artificial glow of the studio lights.

He stepped forward and hugged you again, a proper hug this time, a hug that conveyed relief, excitement, and a burgeoning sense of… something more. He pulled back slightly, searching your face.

"Well this is the end of ‘Finding Love with Sharky’," he said, the words feeling strangely inadequate. "Y/N? Is there anything you want to say?"

You pointed towards the camera, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Play the trailer!"

The screen went black. The lights came back up. Sharky was staring at you, a mixture of amusement and utter bewilderment etched on his face.

"So," he said, turning to face you, "tell me everything. How long have they been planning this? Did they bribe you with free pizza?"

You laughed, the sound lighter and more musical than he remembered. "It's been in the works for a few weeks. They tracked me down through the coffee shop where we met. And yes, there was pizza involved."

"Clever bastards," Sharky said, shaking his head, still amazed by the elaborate scheme. "But… why? Why go through all this trouble?"

You hesitated, looking down at your hands. "They said… they said you've been a bit down lately. And they thought… well, they thought maybe this would cheer you up. And maybe… maybe they saw something between us at the coffee shop that we didn't."

Sharky stared at you, the realization dawning. His friends, despite their constant teasing and ridiculous antics, genuinely cared about him. And maybe, just maybe, they were right.

"What did you think?" he asked, his voice suddenly low, almost vulnerable.

You looked up, meeting his gaze. "About the free pizza? Amazing. About the show? Utter chaos. About you?" You paused, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Intriguing."

He chuckled, a genuine, heartfelt sound. "Intriguing, huh? That's… better than I expected. So, intriguing enough to… I don't know… grab another pizza? Without the cameras?"

"Intriguing enough," you confirmed, your eyes sparkling.

A collective cheer erupted from the crew, breaking the intimate bubble that had formed between you and Sharky. His best friend, Liam, came bounding over, slapping him on the back.

"See, Sharky? We told you! We're matchmakers extraordinaire!"

"You're manipulative puppeteers who probably broke several labor laws," Sharky retorted, but the affection in his voice was unmistakable. He turned back to you. "So, pizza? Tonight?"

"I'd love that."

[manlikeazi]

I just love your writing.Period.

So……hear me out……Imagine if Niko was doing another one of his videos of bothering people and you happen to be there but you actually think that he’s very funny and you’re not bothered at all, actually you even do jokes about him to.

LOVE YOUR WORK💗💗💗

Mic Checks and Heart Skips - Niko Omilana

Summary: You, Niko, and a flirty/awkward banter. AKA the beginning of the most unserious love story ever told.

Pairing: Niko x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

You didn't expect anything out of the ordinary today. Just a casual walk through central London, iced coffee in hand, headphones in, minding your business until you notice the sudden shift in the air.

Laughter, chaos and a camera pointed in your general direction.

You squinted.

No way 

Tall, lanky, and loud. Wearing sunglasses like he's dodging the feds and holding a mic like it's the most powerful weapon on Earth.

Yep, it's him.

Niko Omilana

He's currently mid-rant, standing in the middle of the street with his cameraman filming as he interrogates some poor tourist about their loyalty to the NDL. The tourist looks confused. You look amused. You don't stop walking, but as you pass, you catch Niko's eye.

He freezes.

Then points directly at you, dramatic as ever.

"YOU! Stranger! Suspiciously calm individual. Stop right there, I need answers. Immediate answers" Niko yelled embarrassingly, almost across the street.

"To what?" You said as you paused walking, remove your headphones slowly like you're in a western stand-off. 

"To why you're walking around like you haven't committed war crimes against the Niko Defence League" Niko said with all seriousness in his face.

"I'm sorry, the what?" You said as you blinked at him confused. 

"So you're admitting you're not a member, incredible. Do you know this is treason?" Niko said as he scoffed. 

"Treason's a strong word" You said as you took a sip in your drink. 

"But not as strong as that cologne you've got on. What? You trying to gaslight the pigeons?" You asked with a small smirk.

The cameraman wheezes. Niko blinks, caught off guard by the clapback. 

"Okay wow, you think you're funny yeah?" Niko asked.

"Funnier than you? Debatable but I didn't need to make a political campaign to get attention" You said as you flash a grin. 

"Okay, that's crazy. Cause that campaign changed lives" Niko said as he puts a hand to his chest. 

"For real? Whose? Yours?" You teased. 

"Touché, touché. She's good. Get her face, this is my new rival" Niko said as he looked away dramatically though a small smile forming in his lips. 

"Thanks, I accept the position" You said as you did a little mock bow. 

"Alright then, street interview. Serious question, how many chickens do you think it would take to kill an elephant?" Niko asked while he stands besides you, mic back up. 

"Are the chickens trained?" You asked with a squint. 

"You're asking the real questions" Niko said after he made a long awkward paused, surprised. 

"I need context. Are they just chickens or like... elite, Kung Fu Panda chickens?" You asked.

"I'm scared of you" Niko said as he actually laughed. Turning to the camera real quick.

"As you should be" You said with a smirk. 

"Now I have a question for you" You added.

"Oh?" Niko responded as he lifted a brow.

"If you're so tall, why are your jokes so short?" You asked, with a dramatic thinking face for threatics.

"WOAH" Niko said as he turned to the camera as if asking for back up. 

"The DISRESPECT, she's insane. I'm under attack" Niko said dramatically.

You snort and take another sip of your drink, pleased with yourself.

"I think I've found my match" Niko says to no one in particular, shaking his head. 

"Guys, pack it up. Video's over, I've been out-trolled" Niko said.

Then he looks at you again, a bit more curious this time. 

"You're not bothered by any of this, are you?" Niko asked.

"Not even slightly" You said with a smug look.

"I've been yelling at people all day and you're the only one who hasn't either run away or told me to shut up" Niko said while letting out a smile.

"What can I say? I enjoy a bit of chaos" You said with a grin. 

"You're actually cool, what's your name?" Niko said as he smiles but less performative this time, more genuine. 

"Y/N" You said.

He repeats it into the mic like it's some prophetic revelation. 

"You hear that, everyone? That's the name of my future nemesis-slash-best-friend-slash–possibly wife?" Niko said to the camera with a teasing grin.

"Already planning the wedding?" You said as you raised a brow. 

"Of course, it's gonna be in a Tesco aisle. Very intimate, the bring your own meal deal" Niko said.

You laugh, hard this time, and he looks proud of himself for pulling that reaction from you.

Then, as if remembering something, he holds out his phone. 

"Listen, normally I'd just walk away after annoying someone and call it a day but you might be the highlight of my day. You wanna drop your Insta or something?" Niko said, shooting his shot.

You eye the phone, then him.

"Hm" You said, pretending to consider. 

"What do I get in return?" You asked, amused and definitely interested.

"A lifetime of bad jokes and public embarrassment?" Niko said but more of an unsure answer.

"Tempting..." You said.

"And I'll let you interview me next time" Niko added.

"Deal" You said with a smile. 

You put your @ into his phone, and he watches carefully like he's just unlocked a cheat code.

"DON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!" Niko yelled as you turned to leave.

"Bit late for that, innit?" You said as you made a glance back over your shoulder. 

The camera jerks to Niko's face as his jaw drops in slow motion. He points at the camera, speechless, grinning ear to ear.

"CUT THE CAMERAS GEORGE, I'M IN LOVE" Niko said, covering the camera with his hands while Georges laughed at him.

BONUS - Because I love you lots

You're scrolling through Instagram, minding your business, when a notification pops up.

@niko: Sent you a message.

Curious, you decided to open it.

And immediately burst out laughing.

He's sent a meme, it's not even a good one. It's one of those cursed low-resolution screenshots with a blurry minion and Comic Sans font that says,

"Are you French? Because Eiffel for you" Don't block me, I swear that's just the opener. I've got worse

Already regretting giving you my @ ngl

Nah come on, admit it, you smiled and that was at LEAST a 4.7/10

Then, before you can type another reply, he's already calling you. FaceTime, a bold move.

You pick up, and Niko's face pops up, lit with pure smugness.

"Look who it is!" Niko said, looking all pleased with himself. 

"Fell for the minion charm, didn't you?" Niko asked with a smug grin.

"Not even slightly but I'm impressed with your confidence" You said as you rolled your eyes. 

"That's all I've got going for me, honestly" Niko said as he grins. 

Suddenly, another voice cuts in from the background. George, lounging behind Niko on the sofa, clearly eavesdropping and chewing a biscuit.

"Bro, you slid in with a minion meme?" George said, trying not to judge with his tone but his face definitely did.

"Yeah, and guess what George? It worked, so watch your tone" Niko said as he spins the camera around. 

George stares at the screen, squints at you, then back at Niko. 

"Nah, I refuse to believe this is real. You actually used Eiffel for you? That's grounds for jail time" George said.

"It was strategic!" Niko said as he tries and fails to defend himself. 

"Strategically embarrassing, I'm telling the group chat" George said with a snort. 

You laughed and Niko swings the camera back to himself, looking betrayed.

"Okay, no. You're supposed to be on my side" Niko said looking at George.

"I would be, if your game wasn't from 2012" George said as he shrugs. 

"You know what" Niko says to you, straight-faced. 

"He's just mad he didn't think of it first" Niko said.

"Yeah, real gutted I didn't send a Minion" George mutters. 

"Absolute heartbreak" George added, mockingly.

"Honestly, I'm just impressed you committed. That's the real win" You said with a smile, shaking your head. 

"So you admit it. I won" Niko said as he perks up. 

"Don't get ahead of yourself, tesco boy" You said as you raised a brow. 

"TESCO BOY?! Yeah, you're finished. You've already lost" George said as he nearly chokes laughing in the background. 

"Alright, both of you are haters" Niko said after he huffs. 

"I'm muting this chat" Niko muttered.

You heard George cackling in the background as Niko dramatically ends the call but not before he sends another message.

Next time I see you, I'm bringing backup, I refuse to be bullied alone again Also, what's your stance on Tesco aisle weddings? Asking for a friend (me)

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! This is consistency for me at it's finest and I HOPE you understand the flow of the messages because I can't modify it the way I can in wattpad lmao.

How is everyone doing? I hope you lots are alright!! I'm really making the most of my school break vacation by doing all this so yeah

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

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

[shuuuuush]

I NEED YOU [Sharky]

Summary: 24-hour challenge without Y/N. Simple right? Not for Sharky.

Warnings: none

A/N: This was actually going to be the can I kiss you yet fic, but then I had the other idea, and now here we are 😭 if u want, consider this the alternative for that fic.

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"I hate this already."

Sharky groaned as he was supposed to make a video for his channel. The beta squad members give him a 24 hour challenge to complete and if he completes it, they give him £200.

But what he didn't know was that they all agreed to give him the same challenge. 24 hours without you.

When they told him about the challenge, the look on his face said it all. The boys knew he would lose this challenge and they would gain £200. Their evil smirks convinced Sharky that he would probably lose the money. But he would try anyway.

"Seriously? You do realise this is physically impossible. I contact her on a daily basis." Sharky admitted, after they told him about the challenge.

"Exactly! Meaning easy money for us. Or extra money for you if you do manage to complete it. But we all know you won't." Niko laughed as he had a clear evil plan ahead.

Determined to prove them wrong as he can't lose at his own video, he agreed to the challenge. AJ started explaining the rules to him.

"Ok Sharks, this challenge means no Y/N at ALL for 24 hours. No texts, calls, visiting her, hugs, kisses, all that crap etc. You have to survive 24 hours, got it?" As Aj explained it Sharky was already on his phone trying to text you one last time before it started but then Chunkz snatched his phone out of his hand.

"Nope, no phones, Sharky." Chunkz did his famous laugh, and he could tell they were all having fun with this.

"Wait, so does Y/N know about this challenge?" Sharky asked, and when he saw all their faces, he knew the answer before they replied, causing an eye roll from the Somali.

"Nope." The four all laughed, finding it funny how they'll be able to see their friend in misery for 24 hours.

Sharky sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "You're gonna make me lose my relationship, you know?"

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The beta squad boys had taken turns to stay with Sharky and watch him to make sure he doesn't contact you in any way. Or try and escape to visit you.

The first hour, Sharky was fine. "Living life" according to his own words, technically this wasn't the normal amount of time he survives without seeing you.

Walking around the house, munching, playing football with Kenny (even if Kenny wasn't the best at football) as he was the first one over watching him. Doing anything to get his mind off the challenge and make it like a normal day.

Forwarding to the 3rd hour, Niko now was in charge over Sharky and decided to make things a bit more fun compared to the normal routine.

He messed around with Sharky, pretending to call your number to make plans to hang out with everyone but Sharky. Almost grabbing the phone from Niko, he suddenly remembered the challenge and retracted his hand. Laughing in victory Niko teased Sharky as he told him,

"Ohh almost lost the challenge there Sharks!"

"Shut up."

Slightly slouching over in defeat and stomping annoyed back to his room. Maybe a couple of winks will help pass the time, he thought. Not on Niko's watch. He made sure that sleeping was no option to pass time as it was sort of "breaking the rules."

Even though Aj wasn't meant to be helping over to watch Sharky at this hour, since Niko was still in charge, he helped Niko prank Sharky to see if he would lose the challenge. They put a voice recording of your voice from a previous video in one of the rooms.

Aj snickered as he press play on the recorder, hearing your voice throughout the rooms, Sharky stood up. It sounded like you were talking to someone and he almost left his room as quick as possible until he caught Niko and Aj laughing behind the camera.

Rolling his eyes, he said, "I see what you guys were trying to do, you were trying to trick me into going to find her huh? Yeah no."

Seeing as though their plan didn't work, they decided to show Sharky what it was anyway to cure his curiosity. And they went into one of the rooms, and it had the voice recorder with a picture of you on it. That picture was framed and taken from Sharkys desk.

As he looked at your picture, Sharky scratched the back of his neck. Yeah, this challenge is starting to get harder.

Chunkz was watching him now. It had been 5 hours into the challenge currently, and for Sharky, 5 hours is painstakingly long.

They were both in the sitting room, on separate couches though. Taking the camera and focusing it on himself, he spoke quietly so as not to let Chunkz hear him.

"Ok so far, I'll be honest I've done well but I can't take it anymore. 5 hours is too long."

He looked back to make sure Chunkz wasn't listening, he had headphones on and was scrolling through his phone. Sharky was slightly thankful Chunkz really couldn't care less about the challenge as much as Niko and Aj.

"I'm gonna try and sneak out now, hopefully I'll be able to do this." He winked at the camera and slowly got up giving it back to the camera man and walking towards Chunkz as an idea formed in his head.

"Hey man, I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick." Sharky told him, trying to not to look too suspicious.

"Yeah ok, just don't spend the whole video in there." Chunkz replied, waving him off but not taking his eyes off his screen.

Now was Sharkys chance, obviously he couldn't take the camera with him and his phone was still with Chunkz. So he was on his own now.

Going to the bathroom and closing the door, he climbed up the window of the bathroom and out the side of the house. Good thing he brought his car keys because he was about to his car that was parked on the side of the road.

Getting into his car, he thought about the challenge. Losing 200 pounds because he couldn't be away from you for 24 hours? Yeah, he was about to fail that challenge anyway. He needed you right now.

Starting the car and heading down to your house, he was desperate to be in your arms. 5 damn hours he had to suffer without you, he couldn't take it any longer.

Knocking at your door, he took a deep breath. Hopefully, you were at home right now. Hearing the jingling of keys unlocking the door, his worries ceased when he saw your face as you opened the door. He ran up to embrace you in a hug, and he sighed in relief and contentment.

You were confused but hugged him back, slowly closing the door while you were there.

"Sharky, why didn't you answer any of my texts? I was gonna head to your house to see if you wanted to get something to eat together." You asked, still hugging him as you layed your head on his shoulder.

"I was doing a stupid challenge the boys made me do. But it's over now, I'm here with you." He mumbled, closing his eyes as he felt comfortable in your embrace.

Letting go, but still holding his hands, you asked, "What was the challenge about?"

"24 hours without you."

You almost laughed. Of course, they would make Sharky do a challenge like this. You knew they thought that he would fail it, too.

"Well, did you make it?"

"I made it only 5 hours in." Hearing your laughter, he pouted, "Hey! 5 hours is long damn time Y/N."

"And what was the forfeit?" You asked, shaking your head with a small chuckle. You were glad he loved you so much that he didn't want to be away from you for so long.

"£200." He said, annoyed, looking away as he knew that the account money would definitely be gone. "Now, can I kiss you? It's been too long."

"5 hours is not that long but su-"

He didn't care about your answer because he was going to kiss you regardless, and the second he did, you melted into it.

Suddenly, you both heard a knock on the door, and you pulled away, heading towards the door to open it. And you were met with four familiar faces.

"Sharky!" Niko yelled, "You lost the challenge you schmuck, can't even stay away for a day, huh?"

You laughed at Nikos' reaction, and Sharky just placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. The rest of the boys teased Sharky for failing so quickly, but of course, they had to say hello to you and tell you about what a loser Sharky is and how he failed that challenge so badly. (They were joking, but still)

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Get on out of here." Sharky rushed towards the door, got the £200 out of his pocket, and threw it at the lot. They laughed in victory as he just shut the door.

You also laughed and went up to hold him in your arms again.

"You know we could have used that £200 pound for something Sharky, I wouldn't have minded."

He pulled out of your embrace and held your face with both of his hands, looking directly into your eyes,

"I don't need £200. I need you."

Taglist: @b4tasquad, @p3drii , @n1kodl, @elora-k, @slutforpablogavi, @enhacolor

[vctrvn-ls]

Treat Me Better

note: shld I make this a series typa thing? also first time posting not from the app lmao, hopefully this’ll post properly. warnings: swearing, angry sharky (not typical)

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part 2

part 3

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You slammed the door of your apartment with a low and annoyed groan.

You were wet, freezing, hungry and tired.

With shaking hands and a quivering lip you untied your shoelaces, you didn’t know if you were cold or on the verge of a breakdown.

You dragged your feet from the hallway to the living room couch, not even bothering to take off your soaking wet jeans and socks. 

Another groan left your lips, this time it was more genuine and sad. You curled up on the couch, hugging your knees and screwing your eyes shut, remembering how terribly your day went.

After taking your first set of mock exams this morning, you realized how much you don’t know. And despite all your efforts and sleepless nights of studying, you felt like giving up hope to achieve those high grades you so desired. 

You were just about to rethink how you got caught in a storm with your broken bag and torn umbrella, when you felt your phone buzz. 

You took it out of your back pocket. It was cold and damp, with drops of water smeared on the screen. How was it even working?

You looked at your messages seeing “Sharks ❤️” on the screen. Usually you’d smile, but today it was if you had no energy to do so. Before you could reply, your phone lit up and began vibrating. He was calling you.

“Fuck,” you whispered. After a quick practice of your fake happy voice you answered the call.

“Heeeyy,” you tried to sound as bubbly as you could.

“Hey baby, howd the mocks go?”

You stayed silent.

“I saw you haven’t been online since this morning. You alright?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah I was just,” your eyes darted around as you tried to make up an excuse.

“Just what?”  

“Just…needed to get something done and didn’t have the chance to pick my phone up.” 

“You have any plans for the weekends?”

“Studying. My second set of mocks is on Tuesday.”

“Oh, right.” He sounded a little disappointed “Well I hope everything’s alright. If you feel like it, maybe we can go out tomorrow?”

You let out a sigh. It was more of a breathe than a sigh really, but Sharky misunderstood the tone of your breath and took it in as annoyed.

“Or- Well we don’t have to. I was just making a suggestion…haven’t seen you in ages.” 

You frowned without replying.

After a few seconds of silence you finally said “Could you…come over?” You even sat up, shocked by your spontaneous suggestion.

“…Really?” 

You hummed.

“I-I mean yeah of course I’d love to.”

“It’s late.” You said as if reminding him.

“So? It’s not like I wake up early or I have somewhere to be.”

“Then I’m waiting.” You laid back down.

Half an hour went by and you didn’t even notice. You were so burnt out that you couldn’t even find the motivation to look at least a little presentable for your boyfriend’s arrival. Realization only hit once there was a timid knock on the door.

You cursed under your breathe and got up, walking over to the door, unlocking it.

“You okay, baby?” Was the first thing Sharky said.

“Wha-Do I not look okay?” You got a little irritated by his question.

“N-no I was just asking.”

There was a second of silence. You had a mad look on your face and Sharky could tell something was up.

“Can I maybe come in?” 

You stepped aside with a quiet ‘sorry’.

“You want anything?” You asked.

“Just you.” He smirked as he hung his coat. You rolled your eyes.

“Jeez what’s wrong?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothings wrong!” You exclaimed, a little louder than you intended to.

He stared with disbelief. He didn’t say a word.

“What?” You leaned forward, feeling stupid under his gaze, which made you even more mad.

“Wha- Okay, is there anything you want to tell me?” He avoided the question that previously got a surprising reaction out of you.

“No?” You replied bitterly.

“Should I go? I don’t really feel welcomed right now.”

“Maybe you should.” You sighed. You didn’t mean that. You really didn’t.

Sharky’s face dropped. He knew he asked the question, but he didn’t think that he would hear what he heard.

“Are you for real?” He raised his eyebrows.

You shrugged.

He scoffed and laughed, looking up and shaking his head “Unbelievable.”

You observed, leaning on the wall with your shoulder and your arms crossed.

“Un-fucking-believeable.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn’t know if you could handle a fight right now.

“You are so,” he paused, trying to think of the right words “So… annoying.”

“What?” 

“Look, I know you probably had a hard day yeah? And whatever the fuck happened, happened. But if you ask me to come over you should at least tell me! Why am I always here to support you, yet I still get treated like shit most of the time.”

“Sharky I-”

“No you know what,” he raised his hands up “You have a problem. Like some serious issues.”

Your heart dropped. Never in your life have you ever heard Sharky talk to you or to anyone like this. He was pissed. Something you didn’t know Sharky was capable of.

“How the fuck do you expect me to help you through a hard time when you don’t tell me shit?” He whispered.

“I-”

“And when do I finally get the feeling of fulfillment that the relationship I’m in isn’t one-sided? Why are you so abnormally cold all the time? I spend so much time, so much effort to make you feel good, to make you feel loved. Will I ever get that? Will I ever experience that feeling from you? From fucking anyone?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but tears filled your eyes and your throat tightened.

“Oh and you’re gonna cry?” He laughed “YOU!?”

You sniffed and quickly wiped your eyes.

“Great. Amazing. Just great. You know what? I will leave. And I’ll leave leave cause I’m tired. Tired of wasting my energy on you.”

“I didn’t know I was such a burden,” you said in a raspy voice “Didn’t know it took that much effort to love me.”

“Yeah. It fucking does.” He grabbed his coat.

“Fuck you.” The sentence came out more like a question, rather than a confident statement.

“Yeah.” He looked at you with the saddest eyes. The most heart wrenching eyes. Eyes that spoke more than his mean words.

“Sharky, I’m sorry.” You said as if your instincts kicked in and your brain suddenly started working.

“Save it. I dont care how sorry you are. Bye. Have a nice life. And good luck tryna find someone who’ll deal with your bullshit the way I did.” He turned around and slammed the door.

You bit your thumb, sliding down against the wall to the floor.

You weren’t crying or sobbing.

In fact you didn’t make a single noise.

You just stayed there.

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[zaynieinsanie]

#Instagram Au (25)

(Kenny x f! reader)

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y/n.y/l/n Happy birthday to my boy kenjamin

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kingkennytv ur uglier 🥰😘

nikoomilana happy birthday brother 🙌

darkestman he's a quarter of hp's age now 💀

--- harrypinero you know you've completely ruined my life with this joke right? 😭

mariashabeel yo who the hell tied him up in the last slide

--- gxix I did 😈

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y/n.y/l/n been my sparring partner since day 1, I owe you big time @oingkennedy

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kingkennytv get my name right at least once u joker

teewritessmth NAAAAAH OING KENNEDY IS A FUCKING VIO

ajshabeel that's not your hoodie?

ohnosharky y/n that is kenny's hoodie

mayajama BABES YOU MIGHT HAVE A LITTLE WARDROBE PROBLEM

--- chunkz the whole mandem in these comments worked up about her wearing kenny's clothes where Kenny stole that hoodie from me

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kingkennytv Fucking hell I fell in love with her 😭

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chunkz bro chat to me how did this happen

yungfilly I saw it coming 😛

ajshabeel their kids are gonna have the worst hairline

gxix I think I just heard my heart snap. Kenny.. You were supposed to be MINE

--- nia who let her out bru

--- teewritessmth ✋

y/n.y/l/n Kenny boy 😈

--- kingkennytv 😭🖐

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I fucked up my exam today, but that won't stop me from posting.

[betasscars]

CLEARLY, NIKO OMILANA

summary; youre a producer for beta squad and in a relationship with Niko. When you guys are filming no one can find Niko. You have a panic attack, worried about him.

genre; fluff/angst?

warnings; anxiety and panic attacks

You are a producer for Beta Squad. Coincidentally, you were also dating one of the members, Niko. Today they're filming a video where they were opening fake Mcdonalds and Burgerking.

You are woken by someone bursting through Niko's door. "Time to get up!" AJ yells, before slamming the door back shut. You whine and cover Niko's ears, who is lying on your chest. You open and rub your puffy eyes, looking down at Niko."Baby, It's time to wake up." You whisper rubbing his cheek lovingly. "I heard." He chuckles, tightening his arms around your waist. You check your phone and see it's 10:04 am. You struggle your way out of Nikos grip. "Niko, do you like this shirt," you start holding up one of Niko's green and white striped jerseys. "Or this one with these jeans?" You hold up one of your tops, pointing at the blue jeans you had on. "Definitely the first one," he smirks. You giggle at his 'McDonald'sworker' outfit. "What are you laughing at?" He death stares you. "Oh, nothing." You giggle. 

Once the guys all pile into the car you're on your way. Today, you are doing the job of filming. You were mostly following Sharky, AJ, and Chunkz's team. You follow them around the street once they get to work your phone starts ringing. You hand the camera over to George, who is also working alongside you. You sit at a table in the crowded restaurant. You grab your phone out of your pocket. You see that it's Kenny calling you. You click the green answer button. "Hello?" He starts, he sounds panicked. "Hi," you speak before the words come rushing out of his mouth. "We can't find Niko. He was here and now he's gone somewhere, we called him like 30 times and he hasn't answered." He rambles. Panic courses through your body as you hear the words. "What?" your voice cracks until the phone call is full of people screaming in the crowd and the call ends.

What if something happened? What if he’s hurt? A thousand worst-case scenarios flash through your mind, each more terrifying than the last.

The chatter around you becomes a muffled roar, distant and overwhelming. You grip the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white as you focus on your breathing, but the air feels thick and uncooperative.

Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drumbeat that drowns out all rational thought. You stand up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor, and suddenly the room feels too small, too suffocating.

You push through the crowd, each faces a blur as you search for Niko’s familiar smile. You feel the heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and fear. What if he’s gone for good? Your breath quickens, and you press your hands to your temples, trying to ground yourself, but the anxiety spirals and the world around you starts to tilt.

AJ rushes towards you softly pushing you out of the crowd back into your chair. "Y/N! What's wrong?" He asks frantically. "Cant- cant find nik-ko." Your breathing gets heavier as you speak the words. "Who can't find Niko?" He asks"Ke-enny. He's-he's lost." You sob your breath constantly getting caught in your throat. "Hey, it's okay. They will find him." He says grabbing your hands. 

And then, just as your heart feels like it might break, you hear your name, a familiar voice cutting through the chaos. You turn, and there he is. Niko, looking a bit disheveled but safe, rushes towards you. Pulling you into a warm embrace. "Hey, what's going on?" He asks worridly seeing you struggling to breathe. Before anyone can answer he picks you up by your thighs and takes you outside to the back of the restaurant. He plops down on the ground, leaving you on his lap. he cups your cheeks, wiping your teary cheeks. "Follow my breathing okay?" He places your hands on his chest so you can feel his breathing. "Cant." you sob. "Yes you can, everything is okay." he soothes pulling your head into his chest. As you hear the rhythm of his heartbeat it helps calm your breathing. Niko continues whispering sweet things to you. "What happened darling?" He murmurs kissing the top of your head. "Kenny called me and said he couldn't find you. I got worried." You mutter your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I've just been feeling anxious all day." You mumble embarrassed that you just had a panic attack over that. He grabs your jaw to look into your eyes. "Don't apologize, I'msorry I worried you, I was just in the crowd." he frowns. "Are you okay? Do you wanna go back home?" He furrows his eyebrows. You wipe underneath your eyes. "No, I'm fine. I'm just tired." You whisper. leaning your head on him. He wraps his arms tightly around you. "I missed you lots," he whispers. "I missed you too, clearly." I express. "I love you, I'm sorry I made you worry. I have to go back now, I'll see you when we're done?" He looks into your eyes. "Of course, I love you more" You smile. "Your place or mine?" He asks "Yours." You confirm smiling wide. You stand up and hold a hand out for Niko. He gets up and places a soft kiss on your lips. You kiss back reaching your hands around his neck as you stand on your tippy toes. "See you soon," He says opening the door for you "Don't get lost." you smile. 

After filming you meet Niko outside. he wraps one arm around your shoulders. You guys pile into the car, you and Niko in the back. He kisses your lips gently trailing them down your neck. "Niko," you whisper. he pulls away grabbing your hand and placing your linked hands on your thigh. 

When you arrive back at Niko and AJ's house you change into shorts, still leaving on Niko's shirt. Niko goes into the shower with a parting kiss. You lay in bed already close to sleep. You hear the door open as a wet-haired Niko falls in bed next to you. You place your head on his chest as he pulls you into a tight hold. "I love you." he places lots of kisses all over your face. "I love you too," you smile kissing his lips.

[deltaromeo3]

ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ? - Mason Mount

pairing: mason mount x footballer!reader

summary: what happens when the reader and mason are together for a youtube video- Truth Asylum?

✿ A/N: i love chunkz & i love footy asylum! pls give the series a watch if you have not😂 anyways, i hope you love this!! ps. if you don’t know what truth asylum is, it’s basically a lie detector test.

“…I’m gonna put their friendship to the test! Today we have the lovely Y/N L/N and Mason Mount!”

The both of you waved at the camera.

★ ★ ★

Finally they strapped you up- placing sensors on your chest and fingers, the blood pressure cuff on your arm and the goddamn rubber tube over your chest.

Chunkz was to your left and Mason was seated across you. You smiled at Mason and he laughs, finding the whole situation funny.

“I’m nervous,” You said as your heart beat quickens, shaking the jitters off.

“That’s true,” Chunkz points out, looking at the polygraph in front of him.

“Oh shut up Chunkz,” You rolled your eyes, the reaction earning a laugh from both Mason and Chunkz.

“Okay so Mason, she’s all strapped up and ready! Go ahead and ask her some questions.”

Mason rubs his hands together, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

You laughed at his antics.

“So,” He pauses, building up suspense. “Do you think you’re a better footballer than me?”

“No.” You answered confidently.

“That’s true! Wow, you didn’t even think twice,” Chunkz points out.

“Yeah yeah, cause Mason has been at this football thing for much longer than I am. I have a lot to learn from him,”

Mason was in awe. “Aww Y/N, don’t say that!”

“I mean it!”

Next question…

“Y/N,” Mason calls out. “If if wasn’t for football,”

“Oh god,” You muttered, earning a chuckle from Chunkz and Mason.

“Do you think we would still be friends?”

You gulped, batting your eyelashes. “Yea?”

“That’s a lie!” Mason gasps, covering his mouth.

“Wait wait let me explain! Let me explain!!” You quickly interject. Mason and Chunkz chuckles at your quickness to get your word out.

“Alright then, go on,” Mason says, allowing you to explain yourself.

“You see, if you all didn’t already know,” You said as you waved to the camera, indicating ‘all’ as the audience.

“We met through football. Our team had a joint training and that’s how we became friends. Of course I knew of Mason before I even joined, who doesn’t? And prior to this I was quite a lowkey footballer. I don’t think anyone would’ve known me if I didn’t join the club or whatever. It’s just.. we were in very different social circles. He was winning awards left and right at the same age I was playing for a mediocre team back home.”

“So aren’t you glad you met me then?” He adds on, cheekily smiling.

“Is that allowed Chunkz? He’s asking me another question,” You try to sway away from the question, hoping Chunkz says no.

“Answer him,” Chunkz smirks.

“Yeah yeah… I’m glad I met you.”

“And that folks, is the TRUTH!” Chunkz shouts.

You saw Mason smile grow wider.

“Okay, last question before we hand it over to Y/N. Go on Mase,”

He pauses, thinking of a question.

“Y/N Y/M/N L/N…” He leans forward.

“Yes Mason Tony Mount? Go on,” You could feel your heart racing.

“You know the recent interview you did with Wired?”

Oh god. You already know what he’s about to ask. You just nodded in response.

“Remember when they asked about your football crush?”

You nodded again.

“You said it was Hector Bellerin, yeah? Now, can I ask, is that true?”

You gulped, covering your face with your hand. You side-eyed the camera before answering “Y-yes.”

“That’s a LIE! So, who is it Y/N? Is he in the room with us?” Chunkz says, adding fuel to the fire as he smirks at you.

“Ah- Eh! That’s- Okay, so Mason next huh?” You signalled to the producer and quickly avoided the question.

★ ★ ★

Mason’s turn

“Mason!” You called out.

“Y/N!” He returns your energy.

“Oh I’m nervous. I don’t like this!” He shuffles in his seat.

You laugh. “Nerve wrecking innit?”

He nods.

“So, Mason…. have you ever lied to me?” You stare at him intently.

“What?” The question catches him off guard. “Never. On God.” He turns to Chunkz to validate his answer.

“And it’s true. We love an honest guy,” Chunkz says.

“Yes we do,” You agreed with Chunkz.

You pondered a bit for the next question.

“Ah yes,” You paused. “Would you miss me if you never saw me again?”

You saw Mason laugh, like the question would be hard to answer.

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Well yeah? Duh. Even if you lied I could tell.” You pointed to Chunkz.

“Then..yeah of course. You know when you had international duty?”

You nodded.

“I was going on to Dec about how much I missed you. You can ask him if you don’t believe me.”

You looked over to Chunkz for the answer.

“And….It’s true.”

You tried to hide your blush by giggling. “Didn’t know you’d miss me. That’s kinda funny.”

“How’s that funny!” He laughs, “Don’t tell me you don’t miss me when I’m away? Remember when I went to NYC you’d-“

“That’s enough Mase, zip it!” You quickly ran over to him, covering his mouth before he exposes more of what he was about to say.

“Right, last question before we end it.”

“Easy,” You said. “We all know you’ve got a type. Would you date someone that isn’t though?” You smirked.

“God Y/N, cmon now.”

“Well?”

“Yeah…yeah I would. But just this one person though. I don’t even have to think twice. I’d make an exception for her.”

“Oh? Who’s she? A footballer?”

Mason squeezes his nose bridge, hiding his face. “Chunkz save me,” He looks over to Chunkz, hoping he would help him.

“You did the same to her, m’sorry Mase. Go on, is she?” Chunkz looks over to you, smiling. The both of you giggled.

“Err, yeah, she is.” He hesitantly answers.

“Ooh, what team does she play for?” Chunkz asks, even he is growing curious.

“Nah nah nah, that’s too much! Let’s call it a day Chunkz!”

Chunkz and you laugh.

He then proceeds to do his outro.

You knew you shouldn’t have asked that question but you were curious. And also now you were a little disappointed he already has eyes on someone.

★ ★ ★

The video publishes a week later, of course you watched it. You went to look at the comments. It was flooded with things like:

“We need Mason and Y/N to come back!!!”

“There’s obviously something going on between the two of them”

“Oh they’re each other crushes. I know it.”

“Look at how Mason looks at her! He’s smitten.”

“OH CMON MASE SHES RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU”

Your phone suddenly dings.

And so, the two of you began chatting about the video.

However, little did you know that Mason was talking to Ben. He too, saw the video.

[gyalwtf]

washing dishes.

Really sorry for like being gone guys, ive been sick and also on my period and having cramps that last THE ENTIRE DAY. im also sorry that this isnt very long as i dont really know much about chunkz so...

details ; Chunkz × gn! reader, Chunkz is a GENTLEMAN.

warnings ; very short sorryy

When I think of boyfriend material, Chunkz is the first guy to come to mind. As in, he's SO attentive to you, he's so respectful and definitely the kind of man that you would feel more than safe with. Attentive, meaning that he listens to you talk, remembers your likes and dislikes.

Speaking of dislikes, there was this one time, in some random conversation you two were having, the topic was 'least favorite things to do in the house,' and you said that you didn't like washing dishes much. You didn't have much of a reason to dislike it, as your reason was that you didn't like how your hands felt after. Like, the dish soap had left your hands feeling rubbery or whatever you call it, and you just didn't like the texture it left your hands feeling after. He made sure to remember that.

He was over at your house, and you both had just finished eating dinner that he had cooked for you. You helped him pack up the table, and he said, “I'll do the dishes—” as he knew you didn't like to do those. You thought ‘no way.’ and very quickly told him that, “no no, it's okay! I'll do them— you cooked dinner after all.” and him remembering your ick, genuinely just didn't want you to do it, and was alright with doing it for you.

After disagreeing about it for a bit, you both agreed that he would soap the dishes, and you would rinse them off and organize them. You were satisfied with that arrangement, and happy that you could still help. You couldn't help but smile at the fact he remembered some random ick you mentioned in a conversation that you barely remembered about. After all, he was raised well.

© pcsyapper 2024 - please do not repost, translate or copy any of my works on other platforms without permission.

[kennysboxergf]

Chunkz’s sister ~ Sharky

“Downstairs.” Flashed the message on Sharky’s screen. Ominous, but not too far left out of the ordinary for Chunkz. He often sent weird messages that had no meaning for the fun of it.

But then again it could be something serious. Damn this, Sharky really hated when he didn’t know something. He descended the stairs, trying not to speed up or slow down from his normal pace, but now he couldn’t even remember what his normal pace was.

He tripped down the stairs like a mad man and surveyed the room he was entering. Chunkz was standing next to the couch (weird) and his eyes followed Sharky as he entered the room (also weird). Niko was out with George right now, he knew that and didn’t expect him to be here and AJ didn’t come downstairs unless he was needed. Kenny was sitting in the corner of their L shaped sofa, his body folded up to fit into the corner cushions. He refused to look up from his phone, but had no earphones in (even more weird).

This text was definitely not a haha funny text. As he stepped closer to the couch he tried to rack his brain for anything he had done recently. He got the groceries, didn’t post anything revealing and hadn’t fucked anything up honestly. Except… no. 

No he didn’t know about you. Sharky had fought tooth and nail to keep your relationship away from Chunkz, at least until he could slowly ease him into the concept. A man like Chunkz would react horrendously to his friend dating his younger sister. Sharky would know too, he had been there first hand to witness how Chunkz had talked about your last boyfriend, who could say what he would do if he had daily access to the guy his sister was dating. 

With thoughts of you and your relationship with him getting exposed he sat on the couch, trying not to be too stoic. He relaxed his body, trying to play it off cool.

“You got something to tell me?” Chunkz said, face and tone revealing no emotion.

Sharky shrugged and shook his head, trying his best to act confused.

“Kenny here,” Chunkz continued, his manner and way of speaking made it feel like he knew something which ran Sharky’s blood cold. “He told me something very interesting and I was wondering if you had any idea about what it could be?” Sharky watched Chunkz put a wide arm on Kenny’s shoulder. He thought the hold was just a little too hard to be comfortable.

Chunkz smiled, and suddenly Sharky didn’t feel like the Shark in the room any more. Of course Kenny was the weak link. Chunkz definitely knew. And Sharky didn’t know how to confirm that he knew that Chunkz knew.

“I don’t know, maybe he has a new match or something?” Sharky replied, thinking the best way to deal with this situation is to ignore it completely.

“No, it actually has something to do with y/n, you know y/n? My little sister y/n?” All those statements were definitely questions but it did not feel like it. They felt like crimes, and Sharky was about to receive his sentence.

“Ohh, I remember her, how’s she doing?” Nonchalance, nonchalance was the way to go. 

“You. Tell. Me.” Chunkz said, sitting down way too close for comfort and slinging an arm around Sharky’s shoulders. Something he does quite often but this time was different. His touch was harsh, his movements hard. Sharky winced at the contact. 

Out of the corner of his eye Sharky could see Kenny also grimacing, uncomfortable with the situation he had created. Reassuring, wasn’t it?

“H-how would I know?” Sharky replied, stuttering despite his best efforts. 

“Kenny tells me you have been spending a lot of time together recently.” Chunkz said, pulling Sharky in even closer.

“No, not really, I mean I saw her last week at the mall” Sharky said, unsure of how much longer he could keep a secret.

“What did you do?” Chunkz asked, everything about his could be taken as just a friend asking questions but then again, his voice was rigid, his hold tight around Sharky’s body. The heat from his body burned onto Sharky’s and it didn’t help that he was already sweating out of nervousness.

“We uhh..” Sharky tried to shuffle away from Chunkz but was blocked by the end cushions of the sofa. Chunkz noticed the small gap he had created between the two of them and took it as invitation to creep in even closer. “Had lunch?”

“Who else was there?”

Sharky gulped, “no one”

Chunkz nodded in response. And then no one spoke. For a while. Sharky, growing more and more paranoid by the second, spoke up to cover the silence.

“Could you move away?” Sharky said, whispering the words into the room, making them seem less commanding.

“Could you tell me next time you want to date my sister?” Chunkz answered.

Sharky turned to face him with wide eyes. He knew this was coming, he knew he knew but he wasn’t expecting him to come out with it so readily. Part of him was relived they stopped playing tennis with the information.

“Uhhh..” Sharky started, gathering the thoughts in his head to present this information from his side but also keep him brotherly instincts at bay. 

“Let’s walk.” Chunkz said, getting up from the couch and extending an arm for Sharky. Sharky looked around frantically from Chunkz’s hand to his face to Kenny, who was also sitting very still, trying not to bring attention to himself.

“Can’t we talk in here?” Sharky glanced at Kenny, “with witnesses?”

“Walk.”

Shark reluctantly extended his hand to meet Chunkz’s, who moved it away before Sharky could grab it. Added embarrassment to the nervousness he was already feeling. He moved the rejected hand to the Sofa and lifted himself off, dragging his feet behind Chunkz as he led the pair of them out the living room.

Ten thousand thoughts ran through Sharky’s head as he stepped through the door, he barely even noticed stepping aside so Chunkz could shut the door. He stood there, staring at his feet.

“So..” Chunkz started, folding his hands over his chest, leaning his weight backwards on one leg.

“So.. wait.. let me just.” Sharky staryed, his speech speeding up “ok so- I can explain gimmeliketwosecondsChunkz” he rambled, raising his hands in a show of acceptance.

“Sharky!” Chunkz yelled, kinda loud so Sharky could hear him through the thoughts running through his head. He also banged the door with his fist to give poor Kenny in the living room a heart attack.

“Listen to me. I’m not angry at you for dating my sister, unless you’re doing it for poor reasons”

“No-no of course not” Sharky interrupted with a shake of his head.

“To be honest with you, out of the mandem you’re the one I would want dating my sister, wallah I would. I know you’re gonna be treating her right”

“Of course, I will, I Am” he replied, a smile growing on his face as he realised Chunkz wasn’t truly mad at him.

“That little stint in there was just to mess with you and Kenny a bit yeah?” Said Chunkz with a hand om Sharky’s shoulder.

“Of course, yeah yeah” Sharky nodded.

“But you gotta answer this truthfully right now, what are your intentions with y/n?” He said, tightening his grip on Sharky’s shoulder.

“Ok bro, honest, I know she likes me, I know I like her, right now we’re just trying something to see where it goes, I don’t have a clue, I don’t know if she does, but with the way it’s going I think it’s going to be a nice part of both our lives, one that we will look back to with joy. I hope that answers your question, I don’t mean any I’ll with your sister, Chunkz, I swear.” Sharky declared. These weren’t things he had said outlays before but saying them felt nice. It felt nice talking to someone about how he liked you. 

Chunkz pulled Sharky in for a hug, squeezing him tight. Sharky returned the gesture. This was the furthest Chunkz was going to get to saying he accepted the two of you and Sharky was going to absorb every moment of it.

They pulled away, and left on their own paths, Sharky had a huge weight lifted off his shoulder and went straight to call you. Chunkz also tried to contact you, spamming you so you would reply. You talked to your boyfriend on the call while also replying to all of your brother’s messages, glad they could sort it out with minimum casualties.

Well, except for poor Kenny in the living room who still hadn’t moved, scared to walk into anything and getting dragged in it.

—

ya so that was a story worm but then I gave up on it halfway then I forced myself to finish it so I hope it’s alr 🫶

[4m0r1m]

Sparring Hearts

SUMMARY: when kenny's trainer said that he had someone for sparring he got excited- just wasn't expecting you.

WORD COUNT: 1,050 words

PAIRING: king kenny x reader

WARNINGS: fluffy

The metallic clang of gloves against punching bags echoed around the gym, sweat-soaked bodies moving like machines under the harsh white lights. King Kenny wiped his brow, rolling his neck from side to side, loosening the tightness that training had built up in his muscles. He was deep in the grind — focused, sharp, determined. Another day, another step closer to greatness.

"Alright, Kenny," his trainer, Rob, called out from across the ring, a wicked grin tugging at his mouth. "You're sparring today. Got someone lined up for you — perfect match."

Kenny frowned, tugging his gloves tighter. "Who is it?" he asked, already shifting into gear.

"You'll see," Rob chuckled, tapping his clipboard against his thigh. "Go get your headguard on. You'll need it."

Kenny arched a brow but obeyed, slipping out of the ring to pull on his gear. He loved sparring. Loved the rush, the strategy, the way it tested everything he’d been drilling. But he was used to the same faces around here — the same lads, the same footwork, the same tells.

He wasn't expecting... you.

The gym door creaked open, and you strolled in like you owned the place — a spring in your step, a wicked glint in your eye. You were grinning, all bright and confident, your gloves already laced up, your hair pulled back neatly, focus radiating off you like heat.

Kenny, in the middle of adjusting his headgear, froze.

He could not look away.

You were stunning — not just beautiful, but alive. That smile was lethal, and for a split second, Kenny thought he might have already taken the first hit before you’d even thrown a punch.

You tossed him a cheeky wink as you ducked under the ropes and into the ring.

"Hope you're ready," you said, teasing lilt in your voice. "I don't go easy."

Kenny cleared his throat, recovering fast. "Neither do I."

But damn, he was going to have to work twice as hard just to concentrate.

Rob barked out the rules, but Kenny barely heard them. His eyes kept flickering to you — the way you bounced lightly on your toes, the glint of mischief in your eye, the playful curve of your mouth.

When the bell rang, you wasted no time.

You were fast. Ridiculously fast. Kenny barely brought his gloves up before you slipped a jab through his guard, tapping him on the forehead with a playful smirk.

He blinked, momentarily stunned.

"Come on, champ," you teased, dancing back. "I thought you were supposed to be good."

He growled under his breath, narrowing his eyes. "You're cheeky, you know that?"

You just grinned wider, beckoning him forward with your glove. "Come show me what you've got, then."

It was on.

Kenny snapped into action, his focus sharpening, weaving and bobbing as he threw a few testing jabs. But you moved like water — dodging, countering, slipping in and out of his reach with frustrating ease. And every time you landed a light hit, you laughed — not in a mocking way, but like you were having the time of your life.

It was maddening.

And intoxicating.

Minutes melted into rounds, the gym fading into the background. It was just you and him, trading blows, dancing, teasing, laughing. Kenny found himself smiling — actually smiling — even as he worked harder than he had in ages to keep up.

You were relentless, but so was he.

By the final round, sweat dripped from his hairline, his arms heavy, his chest heaving. But you... you still looked fresh, that damn smile still playing on your lips.

You ducked under his hook, stepped inside his guard — and landed a clean, controlled tap against his ribs.

"Point to me," you sang, backing away with a wink.

The bell rang.

You threw your hands up in mock victory, and Kenny couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head.

"You’re taking the piss," he panted, pulling off his headguard.

You pulled yours off too, letting your hair tumble free. Kenny swallowed hard.

You were even more beautiful up close — and now that he wasn't distracted by dodging your punches, he could really see you. The flush in your cheeks, the sparkle in your eye, the mischievous curve of your mouth.

He was in trouble.

Big trouble.

He leaned against the ropes, wiping his face with a towel as you approached, bouncing lightly on your toes like you hadn't just run him ragged.

"You’re impressive," Kenny admitted, smiling despite himself. "Proper good."

You shrugged, pretending to be modest. "You’re not too bad yourself, King Kenny."

He chuckled at the use of his nickname, tilting his head. "You know who I am, then?"

"Course," you said, nudging him with your glove. "Doesn't mean I'm scared of you."

"You've got a mouth on you," he teased, crossing his arms.

"And fast hands," you added cheekily.

Kenny laughed, the sound low and genuine. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had made him feel like this — challenged and charmed all at once.

"Listen," he said, stepping closer, dropping his voice just enough that it felt a little more intimate. "Since you beat me and all... might as well give me your number. Let me have a chance to redeem myself."

You tapped your chin, pretending to think, your eyes dancing with mischief.

"Hmm... how about this," you said, leaning in just enough that Kenny caught the faintest whiff of your perfume — something light and sweet and utterly you. "You win next time... and I'll give it to you."

Kenny grinned, fire lighting in his chest.

"Next time, yeah?" he repeated, already plotting every way he could get you back in this ring — and win.

You winked again, slinging your gloves over your shoulder as you sauntered off toward the locker rooms, calling over your shoulder:

"Better start training, champ."

Kenny watched you go, shaking his head with a disbelieving smile.

He was definitely in trouble.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

A/N: Just a little imagine cause that blackout fuck with my sanity and I can't write anything more today. See you tomorrow!

Hope you like this!!💗💗

[spaghettixdemon]

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Hey Hey! I just wanted to show yall what I have planned fic-wise. I disappeared for a while because of finals, but I am finished today! trust that these will get worked on and to my very first two requests (Okja and School Spirits), I plan on finishing JSFMWTO part 3 and then starting/wrapping up your stories

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so in the newest video (solitary confinement) sharky REALLY wanted a friend. But since Aj was being a bitch to him (typical Aj I love him sooo much) he decided to bite the bait and sends y/n to his room. Y/n and sharky are the bestest of friends.

So when sharks falls asleep, aj sends y/n to his room and she's just playing with his hair and softly patting his face until he wakes up. When his eyes open, he is over the moon and takes her in a home crushing hug.

This ends up in a very flirty, sappy video where sharky and y/n are basically acting like a cute married couple.

You can also add the fans and boys reaction to the video hehe.

Love ur stuff sm ❤❤❤❤

A Friend in Solitude - Sharky

Summary: Sharky finds comfort in a quiet moment with you during a video challenge

Pairing: Sharky x Reader

Genre: Fluff Masterlist

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

Sharky had tried to fight it, he really did. He talked to the camera about how he should win the video, slept, and even did a few laps around the room. But boredom turned to restlessness, and restlessness turned to end up where his body curled up in the corner where the bed is and the blanket wrapped around him, breath steady as he finally gave in to the silence and drifted off.

He looked small like that. Still. Tired in a way he rarely ever let show.

Aj watched the screen from the other room, arms crossed, lips twitching between annoyance and affection.

“He actually knocked out” Aj mumbled as he suppressed a laugh pointing at the monitor.

You stood behind him, your eyes soft.

“He hates being alone” You said quietly, watching a hopeless Sharky slowly fall asleep.

“You know that” You added.

Aj sighed like he was pretending not to care but his hand was already reaching for the button.

“Go on then” Aj muttered.

"Before he wakes up and thinks he’s been abandoned” Aj added with a small grin.

You didn’t wait. You slipped through the door, soft steps echoing faintly as you entered the room.

Sharky didn’t stir. His breathing was even. His face relaxed. He looked so at peace, and yet so vulnerable it tugged at your chest.

You knelt beside him gently and reached out, brushing a few curls off his forehead. Your fingers lingered, threading lightly through his hair.

Then, without thinking, you started softly patting his cheek. Not to wake him up fully but just enough to let him know he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Sharky” You whispered.

He blinked awake slowly, confusion written all over his face at first. Then, as his eyes found yours, everything in him softened. The tiredness, the quiet, the dullness in his chest was gone in an instant.

“You’re here” Sharky said as he stared at you like he couldn’t believe it.

“Of course I’m here” You said as you nodded, smiling gently.

Without another word, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug so tight it nearly knocked you off balance. His face is tucked into your neck. His fingers gripped the back of your hoodie like he was scared you’d disappear again.

“I missed you” Sharky murmured with a tired smile.

“I missed you too” You said.

The hug lingered, warm and quiet. You didn’t speak much after that. You didn’t need to.

Eventually, you ended up side by side on the beanbags, his head in your lap again, your fingers still in his hair. He kept glancing up at you like he couldn’t stop smiling.

And you kept brushing his curls back, over and over, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You okay now?” You asked softly.

“Yeah” Sharky whispered, eyes fluttering shut again.

“Now that you’re here” Sharky added.

And just like that, the confinement didn’t feel so lonely anymore.

Meanwhile, in the control room, Aj had been watching the entire thing unfold on the monitor. His eyes flickered between the two of you, watching the way Sharky melted into the quiet, the way you cared for him so effortlessly. He shook his head, half-amused, half-annoyed.

“You two are insufferable” Aj muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair.

But the way he glanced at the screen one last time, he couldn't help the small, knowing smile that tugged at his lips.

“Yeah, well, if it works for them…” Aj said as he shrugged.

And for the first time that night, he left the screen on, letting you and Sharky stay exactly where you were. No interruptions. Just the two of you, together.

- end -

Hello lovelies! What's up? Anyways I've been trying to keep up with the requests and stuff but I got a lot going on lmao mayyybee try to show love to other members and send some requests for them too lmao

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

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

[shuuuuush]

Hiiii, I love your writing! I would love to see if you could write something with filly. Like a fluff where you go out to like a party together and you take care of drunk filly.You don't have to do it <3, if you can though that would be amazing <3 <3 <3

ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE [Yung Filly]

Warnings: drunkeness? (Is that a warning 💀)

A/N: aww thank u so much! Of course! I legit wanted to write for Filly so bad but had no ideas so thank u 🙏

"You're having a party? Of course, we'll be there!" Filly ended the call with Chunkz on a positive note. Chunkz was hosting a party for hitting 2 and a half million subscribers.

It was a great achievement for him and obviously he asked his best friend if he would be able to attend.

You were at his house, getting ready for it because Filly was your ride there.

Your boyfriend of 2 years always wanted to include you in everything he did or attended.

He never wanted you to be by yourself.

Just as you finished your makeup, Filly called out from downstairs to say that you both needed to go now or there'll be too much traffic when you get there.

You headed downstairs, and Filly stood there in awe, gazing at you, he started to smile when you walked towards him.

"Are you ok? You ready to go?" You asked, placing a hand on his arm in confusion as he still just gazed at you with loving eyes.

"You're absolutely stunning, babe." He gave you a kiss on the cheek and hugged you, which you returned.

You both then headed to the car, and he started to drive to Chunkz event place where the party was being held.

When you arrived at the place, Filly opened the door for you, and you thanked him, calling him a gentleman. To which he responded with a cheeky smile and taking your hand.

He knocked on the door, and it was opened by the man of the night himself, Chunkz. He greeted Filly with a hug and the same with you. Thanking both of you that you could make it tonight.

He ushered the two of you inside and brought you to the main room. It was a huge living space with a food area with snacks and drinks and then a dance floor with a disco ball above it.

Aj and Sharky both were already hitting the dance floor with their amazing dance moves. Classic Sharky with the tiktok dances and Aj just doing his own thing.

And obviously some chairs and tables for those who just want to sit and have a chat with the gang.

On the sofa, at the left of the room sat Niko and Kenny, chatting away, but when you both came into view, they waved, greeting hellos.

Harry and Darkest walked in right after you did, and you all greeted each other. Shaking hands or giving hugs.

After that interaction, more people started flooding in, some whom you knew, and some you have never seen them before.

The party was getting quite loud until Chunkz walked into the top of the room, a mic in hand.

"Hey guys! Just wanted to say thank you for being here today, my friends. This is a very important thing to me, I appreciate that I could spend this special moment with you all. Thank you." He bowed and went back down to talk his friends.

Currently you were with Filly talking to Chunkz about his amazing achievement.

"No, seriously, Chunkz, this is an amazing achievement. It's not easy, but I'm so proud of you, brother." Filly hugged Chunkz again as Chunkz thanked him for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight.

You smiled at the scene in front of you. You loved how Filly was always so sweet and so kind to his friends. And of course, you got the same treatment.

Your stomach rumbled, and your eyes darted to the food table. Your name was being called over to the food table, so you gladly glided over there to get something to eat.

.

.

While you were enjoying food and talking to some friends you knew, you felt the need to check up on Filly. Especially since you heard one of your friends say that someone brought drinks to this party.

Scanning the area, you tried to see if you could spot Filly amongst the crowd. Not seeing him at all, you started to get a bit worried.

You spotted Harry first and walked up to him. You thought maybe he knew where Filly would be.

"Hey Harry, have you seen Filly? I can't spot him at all." Signalling that he couldn't hear you over the music, he pulled you aside to hear you better and you repeated your question.

"Yeah, I think I saw him last talking to Kenny. I think, not too sure, though. He had a drink in his hand so he could be in the bathroom."

You rubbed the bridge of your nose, a bit annoyed, maybe you should've talked to Filly first about the drinking. He can get a bit crazy when he's drunk.

You thanked Harry, to which he responded with a thumbs up, and you continued your search for Filly, remembering he could be with Kenny and the last place you saw Kenny was at the sofa.

Unless he obviously moved, he could potentially still be there. So that's where you looked and you were glad to find Filly there laughing away with Kenny.

But it wasn't a normal laugh. Oh no, Filly was wasted. You could tell he was by the way there were 2 bottles beside him.

He turned his head and spotted you, and his eyes instantly lit up, running up to hug you super tight and once he let go he grabbed your face and started kissing you, usually you would kiss back but knowing this was the drunk side of Filly and he won't remember anything after.

Pulling away, he pouted, he took your hand and brought you up to the middle of the room. You were really confused, and you felt a hunch that you should probably leave before Filly started a ruckus in this party.

"EVERYONE!" Filly shouted, turning some people's heads.

"THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE IS THE ABSOLUTE LOVE OF MY LIFE." He pointed at you and tried covering your face to ease the embarrassment a bit, but your efforts were in vain when he took hold of your hands and held it in his. "ISN'T SHE BEAUTIFUL?"

"I LOVE HER BUT SHE DIDN'T KISS ME BACK. DON'T YOU LOT THINK MAN GOT TO HAVE HIS GIRL SHOW LOVE BACK??" Some laughed, others nodded, but right now, all you wanted was to go home and get away from this crowd.

His friends laughed at the sight of drunk Filly. It's a good thing he didn't take any more drinks, or this man would have been dancing like crazy. Basing off what happened last time, he took too many drinks at one party.

Chuckling nervously, you didn't want to cause anymore of a scene, so you manoeuvred your way through the crowd while grabbing a water bottle with one hand and the other still holding Filly's hand.

Despite his shouting and asking people what they think about his girl, he managed to be made outside safely. On the steps of the house, you sat him down and handed him the bottle of water.

He took it and drank half of it and gave it back to you. You ran a hand down his back as he felt the effects of alcohol hit him, causing him to hold his head in his hands. You knew he probably had a headache right now.

Pulling out your phone and you texted Chunkz.

"Thanks for having us, Chunkz. Hope you enjoy the rest of the party, but I think we gotta go, Filly's drunk, and I gotta take care of him."

"No problem, Y/N, take care of that drunk idiot."

You laughed a bit at that text. But you turned all your attention to Filly now, helping him off of the steps and putting his arm around your shoulder to carry some of the weight. You helped him walk back to the car.

"y/nnnn," he whined, dragging out his words. He stopped in the middle of his tracks suddenly, right before he entered the car. "Do you still love me? Why didn't you want to kiss me?"

You sighed, softly looking into his eyes, "Filly, of course I still love you, it's just that you're drunk and you don't remember much after. Plus, I know you prefer things out of the eyes of people." You winked and then kissed his cheek, to which his whole face lit up.

Finally getting him into the car, you helped put his seat belt on, and you drove your way back home.

Out of nowhere, Filly starts shout-singing to the music playing on car stereo. You laugh and sing along with him throughout the drive home.

.

.

And at 5 in the morning, Filly could be found puking up all of last nights party.

But as the amazing girlfriend you are, you're there beside him, helping him through his hangover.

Afterwards, you both end up sitting on the bathroom floor, scrolling on your phone and showing him all the videos and photos the beta squad boys sent you about last night. Including Filly's outburst.

The man in front of you just laughs, but then takes a hold of your hands in his.

"You know, I meant everything I said last night. You are the love of my life, The things you're doing to me to make me feel this way are actually insane."

You smiled and went over to hug him, "You're the love of my life too."

"So you meant everything you said last night, excluding what you said about your girl having to kiss you back?"

"No, I meant that too." He laughed and leaned in to kiss you regardless of your reaction, but he was glad that you accepted it this time and returned the kiss.

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