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[manlikeazi]

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

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

Even the Sun Rests - Chunkz

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

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Masterlist

You had a gift.

That's what everyone always said.

"You light up a room!"

They'd laugh, eyes wide with admiration.

"You're sunshine in a person" 

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

"Your energy's mad infectious"

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

And that was the thing.

You were always on.

Always laughing the loudest.

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

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

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

But no one ever asked how much it cost.

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

At least... until you weren't.

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

"Have you seen Y/N lately?"

"Are they okay?"

"What happened?"

Because nobody ever expects the sun to burn out.

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

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

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

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

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

Sharky had snort-laughed immediately. 

"Yo! You good?" Sharky asked.

You popped up like a cartoon character.

"Flawless landing, ten outta ten" You said.

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

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

Chunkz had laughed.

Not camera-ready. Not polite.

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

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

"You always like this?" Chunkz asked.

You spun mid-step.

"Like what?" You asked.

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

You grinned back, walking backward toward the chaos again. 

"Yeah, maybe" You said. 

And just like that, the noise around you changed.

Not louder. Not quieter.

Just... different.

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

You never saw how carefully he watched you after that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He never hovered. Never made it weird.

He was just... there.

A quiet gravity in your ever-swirling orbit.

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

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

It wasn't a movie kiss.

It was slower. Softer.

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

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

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

"Took you long enough" You whispered.

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

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

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

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

And then one day...

It broke.

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

Just... quietly.

You didn't even see it coming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that silence roared.

Then the brand email. 

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

A short, polite decline. 

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

You stared at the words until they blurred.

And then your mum texted.

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

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

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

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

Just... emptied.

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

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

Phone gripped in one hand, limp.

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

Your brain buzzed, but it had no words.

No thoughts. No comebacks.

Just a low hum of static.

Then your screen lit up.

"Did you eat today, sunshine?"

And just like that, your eyes welled.

No sobbing. No outburst.

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

The kind where your throat tightens before you realize it.

Where your breath shortens and suddenly the world is underwater.

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

Ten minutes later, your phone buzzed again.

Chunkz is calling.

You didn't pick up.

You couldn't.

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

It was almost 11PM when your buzzer rang.

You didn't move.

It rang again.

Longer this time. Not urgent. Just persistent.

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

Then your phone lit up.

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

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

"And she's gonna judge me"

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

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

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

But you stood.

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

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

You pressed the button.

The door downstairs buzzed open.

Seconds later, a knock. Three short taps.

You opened the door.

And there he was.

Chunkz.

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

Just him. Real. Quiet.

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

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

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

He looked at you.

Your puffy eyes. Blotchy skin. Your blanket cocoon.

And he didn't say

"What's wrong?"

"Talk to me"

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

Then opened his arms.

That's all. No words. Just arms.

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

Like your bones were tired of holding everything up.

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

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

You broke. Shaking. Heaving.

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

The kind that left you breathless.

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

And Chunkz said nothing.

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

His hoodie smelled faintly of laundry detergent and outside air.

He didn't flinch.

He didn't rush it.

He just held you.

Like he knew this was the thing that mattered.

Not fixing. Not cheering up.

Just this.

Just staying.

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

You didn't know how long it lasted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady.

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

Your name on his lips landed like a promise.

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

That did it.

The second wave hit.

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

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

And he didn't flinch.

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

He just kissed the side of your head.

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

Blanket and all, you let him lead you.

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

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

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

You blinked. 

"You actually remembered?" You asked.

He grinned like it was obvious. 

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

You stared at him, mock-scandalized. 

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

He laughed but it was quiet. Soft. Measured.

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

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

"You're allowed" Chunkz said.

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

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

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

Chunkz didn't hesitate.

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

"You're a person" Chunkz added.

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

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

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

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

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

- end -

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

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

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

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

[manlikeazi]

Umm hi, I'm still alive btw

Might post a chunkz fic later or tomorrow

Also, send new requests (I need unique ones)

[manlikeazi]

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

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

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

[manlikeazi]

𝜗𝜚 — all i have to offer.

[manlikeazi]

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

[manlikeazi]

CHUNKZ MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

I Like You A Latte

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

Late Nights

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

Chef Chunkz

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

Early in the Morning

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

Match for Hope 1 & 2

A Lesson in Love

Room Service

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

A Little Salt, A Lotta Flirt

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

Fallen

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

Only Ours

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

Even the Sun Rests

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

[manlikeazi]

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

Only Ours - Chunkz

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

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Masterlist

You weren't supposed to care this much.

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

Not even a hint.

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

Nothing.

You told yourself it didn't mean anything.

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

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

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

And why did it feel like your stomach bottomed out?

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

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

You stared at your phone like it owed you something.

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

Now, looking at it, your heart twisted.

He felt far.

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

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

Because you'd been here before.

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

You promised yourself this one would be different.

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

You opened his last message again.

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

No follow-up.

No call.

No explanation.

The dots had appeared. Then vanished.

He hadn't said another word in five hours.

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

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

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

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

Every time the topic came up, he changed it.

You remembered the last time clearly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. Said nothing.

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

But it wasn't.

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

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

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

But you couldn't go out there right now.

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

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

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

Incoming call.

Chunkz 

1:08 AM

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

You debated letting it ring.

But you answered.

"Hey" Chunkz said, his voice was soft. 

"You up?" Chunkz asked.

You didn't say anything at first.

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

Silence.

He sighed.

"I saw your story" Chunkz said.

Of course he had.

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

"Love shouldn't feel hidden"

No context.

No tag.

But he knew.

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

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

Silence again.

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

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

He didn't answer right away.

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

You beat him to it.

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

"Stop" Chunkz cuts in.

His voice cut in, sharp but breaking.

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

You clenched your jaw.

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

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

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

"And what is this?" You whispered.

A breath on the line.

"It's love" Chunkz said. 

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

Your eyes stung.

"But you're scared" You said.

"I'm terrified" Chunkz said.

Another pause.

Then he added, so quietly you almost missed it,

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

The silence between you wasn't tense anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

You stared at the ceiling, heart thudding.

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

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

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

"You think I'm not?" Chunkz asked.

"I think" You said carefully.

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

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

And then he exhaled.

"I bought something last week" Chunkz said. 

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

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

"Custom bracelet" Chunkz said softly. 

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

Your breath caught.

He kept going.

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

Your throat closed.

"You're serious?" You asked.

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

You sniffed, laughing despite yourself.

"And" Chunkz continued. 

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

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

"Tomorrow" Chunkz said. 

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm really doing this" Chunkz said.

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

"I'll let them" Chunkz said simply. 

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

He paused.

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

You buried your face in the pillow.

"Stop" You mumbled.

"Why?" Chunkz said softly. 

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

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

"I'm gonna do better" Chunkz promised. 

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

You bit your lip.

"Can I see the bracelet?" You asked.

The video call request came in immediately.

You swiped up.

And there he was.

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

He angled his camera down and held up his wrist.

Black woven thread.

Y/N

Your name.

Small, elegant and real.

You pressed your hand to your chest.

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

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

You smiled, tears pooling.

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

"I love you too" Chunkz said.

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

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

Two Days Later

The soft launch hit harder than either of you expected.

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

Left this. Kept the heart tho.

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

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

"WHO???"

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

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

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

"Soft launch CONFIRMED"

"We need answers Chunkz"

"Y/N better treat my man RIGHT"

You hadn't said a word.

Neither had he.

And yet, everything felt louder than ever.

But this time? It didn't hurt.

It felt true.

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

That Night

You got a message.

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

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

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

No announcement.

No caption screaming in a relationship.

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

And it was enough.

For now.

- end -

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

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

[manlikeazi]

Worth - Niko

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

Pairing: Niko x Reader

Genre: Mild Angst/Comfort

Masterlist

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

Again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 "I know" You said as you winced.

"You always look like this" Niko said. 

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

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

"It is" Niko said as he leaned in. 

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

Your lip trembles. His voice drops.

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

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

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

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

"Same reason?" Niko asked.

You gave a soft nod. 

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

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

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

You laughed through your nose, bitter.

"Something like that" You said.

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

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

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

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

"I don't know" You whispered.

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

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

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

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

You blinked.

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

"Niko--" You said.

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

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

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

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

"Don't confuse the two" Niko added.

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

Your breath catches.

He's never said it out loud before.

He doesn't flinch.

"I would never waste your love" Niko said.

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

You blink, slowly. 

"Why now?" You asked.

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

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

He looks at you like you are the thing.

You didn't say anything.

He sighed, suddenly quiet again. 

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

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

"Exactly" Niko said. 

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

You looked at him. Your throat closed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room went still.

Your heart felt like it was made of glass.

You stood.

But not to leave.

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

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

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

Then another.

Until there was no space left.

- end -

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

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

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

[manlikeazi]

hi

I'm still alive omgs

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

beta squad might be on break but I'm not

[manlikeazi]

It was thriving back then oml

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

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Fallen - Chunkz

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

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Soft Angst

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

Masterlist

He never said your name around the mandem anymore.

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

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

He couldn't trust himself with your name.

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

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

So he kept it locked up.

But inside?

Inside he said it constantly.

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

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

When your contact name lit up his phone.

"Y/N"

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

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

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

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

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

Because yeah.

He liked the way you said his name.

Too much.

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

Something that made him wonder.

Something that made him ache.

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

The flat was silent.

Not peaceful, just still.

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

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

Because his brain had chosen you again.

Like it always did when the world shut down.

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

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

He exhaled sharply, almost annoyed at himself.

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

But he knew there was no grip to get.

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

Left it there and stared.

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

It never did.

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

Beautiful. Ridiculous. Real.

And all his.

Except--- not.

Not really.

And maybe never.

He sank deeper into the mattress.

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

You were home.

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

And he hadn't told you.

Not once.

Not even close.

Would you even care?

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

Would you still come over for movie nights?

Still call him an idiot when he lost at FIFA?

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

He didn't know.

So instead, he closed his eyes.

Let himself pretend.

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

That you were his, fully. Finally.

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

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

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

Chunkz had listened to it four times already.

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

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

Like it didn't cost you anything.

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

"Man's losing it" Chunkz muttered.

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

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

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

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

"You alive?" 

After he went quiet for two days?

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

And that was the thing.

You saw him.

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

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

And you stayed.

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

"I'm okay with being by your side

For as long as I can hide..."

That lyric had gutted him.

Because yeah.

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

Like tonight.

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

He just liked that it smelled like you now.

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

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

But really, he was watching you.

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

So effortlessly you.

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

He swallowed, trying to look away. Failed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He recovered!" You said.

"Barely!" Chunkz said.

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

And still, he was dying.

Because this was it.

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

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

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

The lyric echoed in his head again.

But what was he meant to do?

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

What would that even look like?

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

Nah.

He kept it buried.

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

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

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

He looked at you, really looked.

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

His chest burned.

And all he said was.

"Anytime" Chunkz said, smiling.

I'll make your breakfast every morning.

And pick you up when you're a mess.

You leaned back against the counter, sipping your tea.

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

He smiled, slow. Controlled. Careful.

"Yeah" Chunkz said.

Never mind, never mind...

You didn't push.

You didn't say his name again.

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

Still, nothing more passed between you.

And so the moment faded.

And so he stayed quiet.

And so he fell deeper.

- end -

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

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

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

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

[manlikeazi]

Fallen - Chunkz

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

Pairing: Chunkz x Reader

Genre: Soft Angst

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

Masterlist

He never said your name around the mandem anymore.

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

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

He couldn't trust himself with your name.

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

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

So he kept it locked up.

But inside?

Inside he said it constantly.

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

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

When your contact name lit up his phone.

"Y/N"

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

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

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

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

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

Because yeah.

He liked the way you said his name.

Too much.

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

Something that made him wonder.

Something that made him ache.

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

The flat was silent.

Not peaceful, just still.

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

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

Because his brain had chosen you again.

Like it always did when the world shut down.

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

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

He exhaled sharply, almost annoyed at himself.

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

But he knew there was no grip to get.

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

Left it there and stared.

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

It never did.

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

Beautiful. Ridiculous. Real.

And all his.

Except--- not.

Not really.

And maybe never.

He sank deeper into the mattress.

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

You were home.

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

And he hadn't told you.

Not once.

Not even close.

Would you even care?

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

Would you still come over for movie nights?

Still call him an idiot when he lost at FIFA?

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

He didn't know.

So instead, he closed his eyes.

Let himself pretend.

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

That you were his, fully. Finally.

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

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

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

Chunkz had listened to it four times already.

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

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

Like it didn't cost you anything.

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

"Man's losing it" Chunkz muttered.

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

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

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

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

"You alive?" 

After he went quiet for two days?

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

And that was the thing.

You saw him.

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

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

And you stayed.

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

"I'm okay with being by your side

For as long as I can hide..."

That lyric had gutted him.

Because yeah.

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

Like tonight.

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

He just liked that it smelled like you now.

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

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

But really, he was watching you.

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

So effortlessly you.

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

He swallowed, trying to look away. Failed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He recovered!" You said.

"Barely!" Chunkz said.

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

And still, he was dying.

Because this was it.

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

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

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

The lyric echoed in his head again.

But what was he meant to do?

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

What would that even look like?

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

Nah.

He kept it buried.

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

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

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

He looked at you, really looked.

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

His chest burned.

And all he said was.

"Anytime" Chunkz said, smiling.

I'll make your breakfast every morning.

And pick you up when you're a mess.

You leaned back against the counter, sipping your tea.

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

He smiled, slow. Controlled. Careful.

"Yeah" Chunkz said.

Never mind, never mind...

You didn't push.

You didn't say his name again.

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

Still, nothing more passed between you.

And so the moment faded.

And so he stayed quiet.

And so he fell deeper.

- end -

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

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

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

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

[manlikeazi]

NIKO OMILANA - MASTERLIST

Main Masterlist

Laser Tag

- A laser tag competition with the Beta Squad and you decided to outsmart Niko who always win the challenges.

Origami Flowers

- You came home to surprise your boyfriend only to find him making a mess of your shared house creating bunch of origami flowers...?

Catch Up

Sweater Day

- On Sweater Day, Niko surprises you with a heartfelt confession disguised as a gift despite not knowing what the sweater day meant at first.

Run For Mayor

- On a lazy day in London, you meet Niko Omilana, an aspiring mayoral candidate, during his unusual type of campaign involving a bus, where you’re pulled into the fun and chaos of his campaign.

Best Friend Dilemma

- Niko starts acting shy and awkward because he finally realized he’s in love with you and everyone knows it.

All That Matters

- Niko drops everything to take care of you during your worst period cramps, proving that you’re always his priority.

A Little Surprise

- Niko surprises you with a secretly adopted puppy.

Mic Checks and Heart Skips

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

Worth

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

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Say Less - Aj Shabeel

Summary: Aj gets jealous after seeing you with Duke Dennis, only to awkwardly confess he likes you when he can't take it anymore.

Pairing: Aj Shabeel x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Jealousy, Light Angst

Masterlist

You weren't flirting.

You were laughing. There's a difference. Right?

Duke Dennis was funny. Chill. That kind of easygoing where you could talk to him about anything and he'd just get it. Like when he started roasting British slang and you tried to defend Aj's use of "dead food" only to realize halfway through... no, yeah. That was indefensible.

But in your defense, Duke Dennis was funny. He had that quiet confidence, the southern drawl, and the kind of chill that made you feel like you'd known him forever. Plus, it wasn't that deep.

Except Aj was acting like you'd just proposed marriage.

You were all filming in some bougie rented London house, white marble everything, velvet couches. AMP x Beta Squad. Pure content madness. You were helping out behind the scenes, technically but the cameras were rolling so constantly you might as well have been part of the shoot.

You sat on the counter, legs swinging, trying not to feel too aware of the camera guys walking around or the fact that Duke smelled kind of nice. Like cologne and trouble.

Then he said something stupid like

"Wait, y'all really call fries 'chips'? That's disrespectful" Duke said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

And you laughed.

That kind of laugh. Head back. Hand to your chest. Full, ridiculous, joy-in-your-teeth laugh.

And that's the exact moment Aj walked in.

You didn't see him. Not right away.

But you felt it.

Like someone cranked the temperature down 20 degrees.

He didn't say hi. Didn't look at you. Just grabbed a Red Bull like it was personal, cracked it open like he was mad at the tab, and walked back out like he didn't even see you sitting there.

You blinked. Looked at Duke.

"Was that... weird?" You asked.

"Dunno but he definitely didn't dap me up" Duke said as he shrugged. 

Your smile faded a little.

Okay... that was weird.

By 2 pm, you were ready to throw something.

Aj wasn't talking to you.

Scratch that---he was actively avoiding you.

He cracked jokes, sure. Played up for the cameras. He was loud, animated, classic Aj but when you tried to join the conversation, he hit you with one-word replies.

You'd tried three separate times to start a normal conversation. Once while walking past him, once during a group take, once when you offered him a crisp. You were met with,

"Yeah" Aj said, flatly.

A nod.

And your personal favorite--a grunt.

You offered him snacks. He took them without eye contact.

You said "nice shot" after a challenge. He grunted.

You caught him once, across the room, jaw clenched, watching you laugh at something Duke said. Like he was trying to calculate whether to flip a table or not.

You were used to Aj being playful. Loud. Goofy. Calling you "chatty lil ting" and telling you to "shush" whenever you got too passionate about something dumb like oat milk or zodiac signs.

This Aj?

Silent, serious and standoffish.

And maybe it was dumb but it was getting to you.

What did you even do?

Okay, yes, you had been talking to Duke. But it wasn't flirting. Not like, actual flirting.

Just... smiling. Talking. A little hair touch. A shoulder graze. A playful mic fix.

Oh no.

Maybe it was flirting.

You chewed your lip and caught AJ watching you across the room, eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was plotting your execution and Duke's at the same time.

You looked away. Immediately.

He was definitely mad.

Chunkz noticed too. 

"Your boy's brooding over there" Chunkz whispered as he leaned over

You snorted. 

"He's not my--" You said, mid eye roll and then you paused.

Was he?

It wasn't until later, after most of the crew had gone for a break, that things finally cracked.

You were helping Duke fix his mic. The battery pack had slipped from his hoodie, and you were reaching up, fingers brushing the collar, when you heard footsteps. 

You glanced up at Aj.

He didn't say anything.

Didn't move either. He just stood there.

Silent.

Watching.

"Yo, what's good bro?" Duke said, casually.

Aj barely nodded.

You stepped back quickly, heart thudding against your ribs like it wanted to break free and escape the awkward tension.

"Hey" You said, voice light. 

"Everything okay?" You asked.

He locked eyes with you. Hard stare. No smile.

Then turned around. Walked off.

You didn't think. You followed.

He was outside by the catering table, fork in hand, stabbing a piece of grilled chicken like it had personally offended him.

You approached, arms folded.

"Aj" You said.

He didn't look at you.

"Aj, are you gonna tell me what's going on, or should I keep guessing?" You asked as you stepped closer. 

Still no answer. Just chewing. Aggressive chewing.

"Okay, are you mad at me or just passionate about attacking your lunch?" You asked as you sighed, exasperated. 

"Why don't you ask Duke?" Aj said, without even looking up. 

You paused. 

"Sorry--what?" You asked.

"Man's clearly got your attention. Thought you might be busy with him" Aj said as he shrugged, still chewing. 

You blinked. The tone was cold. Dismissive. Weirdly quiet for Aj.

He finally looked at you. Sharp eyes. Lips pursed. Voice calm, but only barely.

"I'm not in the mood for games" Aj said. 

"Neither am I" You shot back, pulse rising. 

"But you're acting like I just kissed him on camera or something" You said.

Despite all that, Aj still said nothing. That's when it clicked to your brain.

"Wait, are you jealous?" You asked slowly. 

"Jealous of what?" Aj asked as he scoffed. 

"You tell me" You said as you crossed your arms. 

He finally looked at you. His jaw was tight. Eyes unreadable.

"You were flirting" Aj said.

"I was talking" You said as your brow shot up. 

"Nah, that was flirting. I know what I saw" Aj said.

"You saw me helping him with a mic, A. Not giving him a damn lap dance" You said.

"Don't do that" Aj said as he raised an eyebrow.

"Don't do what?" You asked.

"Act like I'm mad for no reason. You know what you're doing" Aj said as he stepped forward, just slightly. 

You stared at him. The tension was thick now. Your heart pounded.

"I wasn't doing anything you don't do when you're around girls on camera" You said.

"That's content" Aj shot back.

"And me smiling at Duke was what? Betrayal?" You said as he tilted your head. 

He didn't answer.

You took a step closer. You could smell his cologne now. Something sharp and clean, like citrus and ego.

"Why does it bother you?" You asked, voice lower. 

"Seriously" You added.

Aj blinked. Swallowed.

"Because I like you" Aj muttered.

Silence.

You blinked.

"What?" You asked, barely heard anything.

Aj ran a hand over his face, like the words had exhausted him.

"I said I like you. And it's annoying. And I didn't expect it. And I don't want to see you giggling with some other guy, especially not in front of me" Aj said.

You just stood there.

Completely frozen.

He looked at you again. Softer now. Frustrated but honest.

"And yeah, I was jealous. Happy now?" Aj added, quieter. 

Your brain completely short-circuited.

He liked you.

Aj Shabeel liked you.

And he was jealous.

And he looked good when he was jealous.

And--oh no. You were smiling.

 "And it's pissing me off that I finally admit that to myself and you're over there smiling at another man like he invented laughter" Aj said.

You stared at him. The annoyance. The jealousy. The pout.

And then-- God help you-- you smiled.

"Okay" You said softly.

"Okay what?" Aj said as his eyes narrowed. 

"I like you too, dumbass" You said.

Pause.

"You do?" Aj asked in confusion.

You nodded.

He stared at you, expression slowly morphing from angry to confused to--smug.

"So... you were tryna make me jealous?" Aj asked.

"No!" You said as you laughed. 

"Oh-- okay" Aj said as his grin cracked through.

"You were sulking over chicken, Aj" You said with a smile.

"Yeah, well. You're mine now, so..." Aj said as he stepped closer. His voice dropped.

"Oh, now?" You asked, smirking now.

"Yeah, say less" Aj said, smiling back at you.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! I'm sorry that the consistency wasn't really that good anymore. I have lost motivation writing, I hope u can understand it. That doesn't mean that I won't write for them. I will but probably slower updates and shi.

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

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

[manlikeazi]

Okayy, so.

I'm sorry that the consistency wasn't really that good anymore.

I have lost motivation writing, I hope u can understand it.

That doesn't mean that I won't write for them. I will, but probably slower updates and shi.

[manlikeazi]

Hear Me Out - Aj Shabeel

Summary: A late-night tiktok scroll turns into viral chaos when you post a cringe-worthy “Hear Me Out” video about Aj Shabeel

Pairing: Aj Shabeel x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Note: SUPER SUPER SORRY THAT I FINISHED THIS LATEE OML, I REALLY HAVE NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE LATELY.

Masterlist

Your phone screen glowed like a second moon in your dark bedroom.

It was 1:42 am and your brain was soup.

Technically, you were supposed to be asleep. Your alarm was set for 7:30 am, you had an early lecture, your phone was at 12% battery, and your skin was in desperate need of a break from blue light but then... the algorithm decided to play god.

Your "five minutes on tiktok" had turned into a full-on anthropological study. You were twenty swipes deep into the world of "Beta Squad Edits" Specifically, Aj Shabeel edits.

You were deep into your usual midnight scroll, curled on your side like a shrimp under your duvet, blanket pulled tight up to your chin, when it hit you like a spiritual awakening.

And not the funny ones.

The unholy kind. The "slow zoom, R&B music, black-and-white filter" kind. Someone out there had layered a dramatic Labrinth song over Aj video scenes.

You squinted. Rewatched it. Let it loop three, four times.

"Okay, wait" You whispered out loud, even though you were entirely alone. 

"Hold on" You said.

You pulled your phone closer to your face. 

Why was he so?

And how come?

Who allowed?

You paused the video. The frame stopped on his stupidly symmetrical face mid-bite. You stared.

"Okay, but... hear me out" You said.

That was the beginning of the end.

"This is stupid, I'm not doing this" You said.

Your thumb hovered over the search bar anyway.

"aj shabeel hear me out"

Zero results.

Your face twisted.

No one's done it? Not even a sound?

Your fyp was filled with "Hear Me Out" thirst traps for everyone from anime characters to minor footballers who played like twelve minutes total. That soft, playful voice, followed by a ridiculous beat drop that felt like a fake slow-motion montage from a Wattpad movie. Trainers. Fictional characters. One girl used it on Lord Farquaad from Shrek.

But Aj? Nothing.

You? You had taste.

And questionable judgment.

You stared at the screen. Blinked once.

And then, like an actual gremlin possessed.

"...Fine, I'll do it myself" You said.

You tossed your head back dramatically and groaned.

You flipped the camera around and stared at your reflection.

"This is so dumb" You whispered.

You pulled your hoodie over your head like a cartoon villain and whispered to yourself

"This is for the girlies who get it" You muttered to yourself.

Your face filled the screen. Hair was a mess. You hadn't even washed your face yet. 

You hit record.

"Alright, hear me out.... Aj Shabeel"

And then came the smirk. The one you practiced ironically one time in the mirror but had now accidentally mastered. You tilted your head a little. Just a little. Just enough to look unserious but somehow flirty.

You watched it back.

"Cringe" You said as your face twitched in unison.

You hit delete.

Take two: the lighting made you look like you were being held hostage.

Take three: You said "Shabeel" too soft, like you were afraid of summoning him. You paused halfway to Google if he was single.

Then.

Take five: nailed the smirk, but your forehead was shiny. Distracting. 

You didn't even film anything.

Take eight: finally.

It was clean. Flirty. Slightly embarrassing, which meant it would probably do numbers. You hesitated over the caption, thumb hovering.

No tags. No hashtags. No mentions.

And yet.

You stared at the "Post" button.

You watched the finished product once. Just once.

Then you posted it with the caption:

"This is so embarrassing but I stand by it 😭 #HearMeOut #AJShabeel #BetaSquad"

You turned your phone screen down on the bed.

And yeeted yourself into a pillow.

"He's never gonna see it, chill" You reassured yourself.

You didn't actually expect him to see it.

He had, what? Over a million followers? His for you page was probably elite. Controlled. Powerful. Your little tiktok? Just another scream into the void.

"Okay" You sighed. 

"That's over" You added.

You dropped your phone on your nightstand, rolled over, and shoved your face into your pillow.

One thing about you? You'd post and ghost. No checking. No refreshing. No living in shame.

Except thirty seconds later, your phone buzzed.

Once.

Twice.

Twenty-six times.

You sat up. Eyes wide. Neck slightly cracked from the sudden movement.

Notification flood.

"NAHHHH" You breathed.

11 new followers 49 likes 7 comments

That's too many. What if it ends up on his fyp? What if Chunkz sees it and clowns me? What if Beta Squad has a secret group chat called 'Girls Who Are Delulu About Aj' and I'm now the header image?

You hovered over delete.

But just before you tapped it, a comment came in,

"You did NOT lie"

"Aj needs to see this immediately"

"Petition to tag him"

Then someone tagged a friend.

Then ten more people did.

You watched the numbers jump. 421 views. 1,027. 5,204.

Oh no.

Chaos. In real time.

You blinked. Stared at the screen.

"Well, shit" You murmured.

You didn't mean to go viral. You barely brushed your lashes. You had cereal dust on your sleeve. This wasn't supposed to work.

You locked your phone. Threw it across the bed like it had betrayed you. Wrapped yourself up in the blanket like a guilt burrito.

"Whatever, It'll die down. I'll delete it in the morning" You mumbled. 

Spoiler alert, you didn't.

Instead? You woke up to endless notifications.

And the first thing your brain said to you?

"Check the comments before you pee"

Your hand reached for your phone. Shaky. Delirious.

You opened TikTok.

186K likes. 740K views. 13K saves. 2,409 comments.

"Aj better respond or I'm rioting"

"Babe, he liked this"

You screamed into your blanket.

And then your brain registered it.

Wait.

He liked this?

You froze. Fingers trembling. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll----

@ajshabeel liked your video.

@ajshabeel reposted your video.

You screamed. A full, unfiltered shriek. You slapped a hand over your mouth like someone was going to call the police.

You scrambled upright in bed, phone shaking in your hand. Your heart sounded like Aj's laugh, loud, chaotic, impossible to ignore.

New notification.

@ajshabeel has sent you a message.

You didn't breathe. You didn't move. You stared at it like it might explode.

And then you opened it.

Aj Shabeel: you tryna get me in trouble??? 😭

You dropped the phone. You picked it up again. You read it three more times.

Then you replied,

"hear me out again 👀"

ajshabeel is typing...

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! That's a short one lmaoo sorry, I really just forced it out of me.

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

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

[manlikeazi]

Hiiii!

So do you know the new podcast of darkest and harry, well maybe reader goes there and tells sotrys with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend can be one of them bur I would like if it was Niko or Kenny!

Episode Us - King Kenny

Summary: A cheeky joke about appearing on the Old & Bald podcast turns into a reality for you and Kenny.

Pairing: King Kenny x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Note: JOIN OUR SERVER FOR BETA SQUAD GIRLIES/FANS

Masterlist

You didn't think you'd actually end up on Old & Bald.

It started off as a joke, a cheeky suggestion you tossed at Kenny while watching an episode in bed, your head on his chest, his laugh bouncing through you like bass. He was eating grapes. You were stealing them.

"Imagine us on this podcast" You mumbled between bites.

"What would we even talk about?" Kenny said as he glanced down, amused. 

"I'd tell them about the first time you tried to flirt with me" You said.

"Nooo, allow it. That wasn't even flirting, that was tactical stuttering" Kenny said as he groaned.

But apparently, the universe or maybe just Harry Pinero and Darkest Man heard your wish. Because two weeks later, Kenny grinned across the kitchen table, toast in one hand, phone in the other.

"They want us on" Kenny said.

"Who?" You asked as you blinked. 

"Darkest and Harry"  Kenny said.

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

You walked into the studio holding Kenny's hand, and it felt like the air itself crackled with good vibes. Lights were low and golden, like a cozy bar after hours, your fingers laced snug with his and he gave you that grin, the one that always made you feel like the only girl in London.

"You nervous?" Kenny asked, bumping your shoulder playfully.

"A little" You admitted. 

"But more excited than nervous. I get to tell embarrassing stories about you on camera" You added.

"After you, then" Kenny said as he chuckled, opening the door and gesturing with an exaggerated bow. 

The studio smelled like fresh coffee and rubber mic covers, and the space had that cozy, cluttered charm of creative chaos. Random frames of random people with no context lined the walls, past guests, inside jokes.

You spotted them instantly. Darkest was sat in a couch, humming tunelessly, while Harry poked at his mic in front of him with mock seriousness.

"Ah! The lovebirds have landed!" Harry said, standing and opening his arms. 

"Kenny and his better half" Darkest said.

You grinned, giving Harry a hug and waving at Darkest, who promptly stood up and attempted a bow so deep he nearly toppled over.

Kenny just smiled and gave you that look. The one that said, don't say anything too mad. You smiled sweetly back.

"Ready to spill some tea?" Darkest asked.

"Boiling" You replied.

Soon, the four of you were seated around the table, each with a mic, water bottle, and bowl of colorful sweets. Cameras were on. 

"Alright" Harry said, clapping once. 

"Welcome to another episode of Old & Bald. We've got a very special guest--two, actually. The lovely, terrifyingly funny Y/N and her boyfriend, the man who dodges punches and jokes with equal finesse, King Kenny!" Harry added as the room erupted in claps.

Everyone laughed.

"So, you two. How long you been together?" Harry asked as he leaned forward. 

"Almost two years" Kenny said, glancing at you with a little smile.

"And you still like each other?" Darkest asked, eyebrows raised.

"Debatable" You said, jokingly.

"Oh no, fair enough" Darkest said as he sat up straighter. 

"So tell us how you bagged her, bruv. Because it's giving 'out of your league" Harry asked.

"Wow, immediate violence. This is how you lot wanna welcome me in your show yeah?" Kenny said as he chuckled.

"I was minding my business, and this man slid into my DMs using... get this... a 'family guy' meme" You said as you leaned into the mic. 

"NAH. Kenny, say it's not true." Harry said as he slapped the table.

"It was a good meme!" Kenny protested, ears turning red.

"He sent Peter Griffin falling down the stairs and the caption said 'Me, falling for you" You said as you wiped an imaginary tear.

"You're telling me this is how you landed her?" Darkest said as he howled. 

"It worked, didn't it?" Kenny said as he shrugged, smug now.

You told stories like that for an hour. Little things, how Kenny once accidentally took you to a cat cafe even though you were allergic, how you helped him pick out a new outfit and it ended up matching yours a little tooperfectly, how he talks in his sleep and once asked you to "pass the boxing gloves, darling" at 3 a.m.

In between stories, Harry and Darkest added their own chaos, asking rapid-fire questions like 

"Who's more dramatic?" Harry asked.

"Her" Kenny said instantly.

"What would you do if you woke up and swapped bodies for a day?" Darkest asked.

"I'd stare at myself in the mirror for a solid twenty minutes" You said without hesitation.

"That's a bit weird" Kenny said as he raised his eyebrows. 

"I'd just want to know what it's like to be a fighting machine. You'd probably spend the whole day in bed watching rom-coms" You said.

"That... is accurate" Kenny said defeatedly as he nodded thoughtfully. 

You laughed so hard your ribs hurt. The set felt like a warm living room where you forgot the cameras were on. You leaned your head against Kenny's shoulder while he spoke about how proud he was of you starting your art page, how he kept all the little doodles you left in his boxing bag.

"That's disgustingly sweet. Get out" Harry said as he leaned in. 

"Simps, both of you" Darkest said as he tossed a marshmallow at Kenny. 

You thought the episode would wind down then but Harry leaned forward, elbows on the table, suddenly serious.

"So like... how do you lot make it work?" Harry asked.

"Huh?" You asked as you blinked. 

"This industry is mad, man. Socials, dms, pressure but you two look solid" Harry said.

Kenny's hand found yours. His thumb brushed a slow circle over your knuckle.

"We talk. And when that doesn't work... we argue. Then talk again" You said as you smiled.

"Also she's the only one who'll tell me when I've got something on my face before shoots" Kenny said. 

"And he's the only one who doesn't flinch when I cry during sad moments of an animated movies" You said.

You looked at each other. There was a warmth there that wasn't performative. Just honest.

"I can't lie, that's probably the best way to put it" Kenny said.

"Deep, now tell us your most toxic fight" Darkest said as he nodded like he'd learned something. 

Kenny nearly choked on his drink.

"Do we tell them about the Ikea incident?" You said as you cackled. 

"NO--" Kenny said.

"Oh, you have to now" Darkest said.

You told them everything.

The infamous Ikea fight where you two tried to assemble a bookshelf and ended up building the entire thing backwards.

"I told him the manual was upside-down" You said.

"And I said she was holding it upside-down" Kenny countered.

"It had pictures, Kenny!" You said.

The boys were dying. Darkest laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair.

"And the best part" You said.

"We still kept the shelf. It's holding our matching mugs now" You added.

"That is the cutestbeef I've ever heard" Harry said as he wiped his eyes. 

As the episode wound down, the energy was electric and light. Harry gave you the outro cue.

"Any last words, Y/N?" Harry asked.

"Love each other even when you're ridiculous. And if your boyfriend sleep-talks, record it" You said as you leaned into the mic. 

"She has a whole compilation" Kenny said as he groaned. 

"Drop the tapes!" Darkest shouted.

Everyone laughed again.

As you walked out, hand in hand with Kenny, the sky was ink-dark and full of stars. You felt light and silly and full of joy.

"That was fun" You said.

"I liked seeing you talk like that. You're funny, you know?" Kenny said as he smiled.

"I know. I was the best part" You said as you bumped your shoulder into his.

"Yeah, yeah. Go on, be smug" Kenny said as he laughed, head tilted back.

Outside, the night air was crisp. London felt alive.

You looked at him, at the boy who once sent you memes and now held your heart.

"You know" You said.

"I think this means we're official now" You added.

"We weren't before?" Kenny asked as he raised a brow.

"Podcast official is the highest level" You said.

"Better update my bio then" Kenny said, teasingly.

You laughed all the way to his car.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! It's nice to be back posting here, I've got a lot lines up lmao.

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

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