How about reader going out shopping her with girlfriends, with agents limitless black card?
Agent00 x reader
A/n while writing this I’m also watching agents screen rnnn😭
Title: “Only Use My Card, Baby”💋
It started with a kiss and a black card.
You were sitting cross-legged on Agent’s bed, scrolling through Pinterest boards titled “Fall Fashion Inspo 🍂” and “Designer Wishlist”, hair still damp from your shower, wearing one of Agent’s oversized tees. Agent was sitting at his desk setting up his stream when she casually mentioned she might go shopping later with the girls.
“Use my card,” he said without even looking up. You blinked softly . “Babe… I can use my own card.” Now he turned around, giving you a look that Agent look the one where his brows lift like, did you really just say that to me?
“Y/n,” he said, standing up and walking over. “You’re my girl. You don’t pay for anything when I got you. Especially not when you’re shopping.”He reached into his wallet, pulled out his limitless black card, and pressed it into your hand with a small smirk.
“You better max out Neiman Marcus and not feel bad about it.” You bit your lip, smiling. “You’re ridiculous.” You say with a soft chuckle coming out.“And you’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “Now go remind the world you’re my princess.”
You stepped out of the black Escalade with your group of three close girlfriends Ari, Tati, and May. All of them influencers, models, or streamers in their own right. But none of them had Agent00’s black card in their purse. From the moment you swiped it at the first boutique Fendi, her girls were stunned.
Tati who’s mouth is a bit open out of shocked, turned to you with a expression that only surprised, “Wait… is that—IS THAT AGENT’S BLACK CARD?!”
“Nah. That’s the card. The no-limit one. Girl, you livin’ the dream!” Ari who joined into the conversation soon after. May who also became part of the conversation soon after. “I’d be too scared to touch that card. I’d walk around with gloves on like it’s a sacred object.”
You just laughed, scanning the racks with a soft, satisfied grin. “He made me promise I wouldn’t use my own card. I literally tried and he was like, ‘absolutely not.’” “So he’s not just fine and tall—he’s romantic, generous, and loyal??” One of the girls chimed in.
They all cracked up as You tried on pieces and asked for opinions a mocha brown leather skirt, a sleek olive green bodycon dress, an oversized designer hoodie that went straight into the yes pile. With each swipe of the card, the cashier said, “Would you like to bag this or ship it to the address on file?” And you just smiled and said, “Ship it.”
“Girl, he really got you living like a little trophy wife.”
“And you didn’t even have to ask! He just gave it to you?”
You nodded, pulling your long H/c hair into a ponytail. “Yeah… I think he just likes spoiling me. I didn’t grow up like that, so it still surprises me.”
They all got quiet for a moment, watching her talk about him with that glow — the kind of glow you don’t fake. Not with money. Not with social media. Just real affection.
“He’s in love with you. I’ve never seen Agent smile like he does when you’re around.” Tati said as she offered you a kind smile. Ari came right beside you and put a her hand on your shoulder, “Remember when we saw that one stream and he kissed your forehead after you were eating cereal out the pot? That’s love.”
The employees knew Y/n and her girls were coming. They were escorted into a private room lined with velvet couches, champagne glasses, and curated displays.
Employee:
“Miss L/n, Mr. Muktar already called ahead. Whatever you like, we’ll take care of it.” May who’s mouth is wide than you could ever imagine from the amount of shocked that she is feeling,“OH. MY. GOD.”
“He called ahead?!” You just blushed and shook her head. “He’s ridiculous. But I can’t lie… I like it.”
They were walking out with over ten shopping bags, laughing like high schoolers skipping class.
The girls are now teasing you and saying little comments about this stunt that Agent pulled.
“My man still owes me gas money and you just left with a Dior saddle bag and new Yeezy boots.”
“I want an Agent00 in my life.”
“You deserve it, N/n. You really do. You’ve always been the softest one, and look — now you got someone who treats you like gold.”
Y/n’s Vlog – “Luxury Girl Day With My Girls 💕”
You posted everything — the bags, the black card, the fashion haul, your friends teasing you and hyping you up in the dressing room. The comments were blowing up.
“Agent better marry her at this point”
“The way she said ‘he told me not to use my own card’ so casually 😭”
“This is what we mean when we say spoil your girl”
“She’s glowingggggg omg”
Y/n got back to the house and dropped a few bags in the living room while Agent was streaming. He muted his mic when he saw you walk in. “Hey, princess,” he said with a smile, arms already open. You walked over and kissed him, whispering, “I didn’t even spend that much…”
He raised a brow. “You spent six racks at Louis Vuitton, three at Fendi, two at Saks, and another thousand at Sephora—” “Okay okay, I’ll make you a sandwich,” you laughed, sitting in his lap.
“I was about to say,” he grinned. “Might as well keep you fed while you spend my retirement.” You booped his nose. “You said I could.” “You right. You my girl. Spend it all.”
is it just me or do I feel like when I follow/search a certain #,I get anything BUT content about it LIKE BITCH ION WANT NO DREW STARKEY OR SIMON GHOST IONEVEN KNOW THESE NIGGASS ?????
cw: agent00 x betasquad!reader, slightest angst, comfort, bugs, panic attack, corny title sorry 💔
sypnosis: constantly being pit against eachother because of their competitive personalities is typically blamed for thick tension between the two that lingers off camera. agent quickly disproves this theory after acting on his aching need to comfort the reader.
you often wished you were more like niko. he was an effortless leader. patient, assertive, diplomatic, all wrapped up in a quiet hunger to win. people said the same about you, especially when talking about the sibling-like bond you shared with him. but for you, the need to win didn’t just live under the surface it pulsed through every part of your being, louder and more consuming than it ever did in niko.
your personality clashed directly with agent's. ends on ends of twitter threads featured clips outlining the so-called fued between you, tension palpable through the screen. niko somehow managed to keep things civil with agent, despite their competing ambitions. but you? there was something about him you couldn’t bring yourself to stand. maybe it was the way he carried himself, cool and collected amongst the chaos of his brothers. maybe it was how he let his stares linger, or spoke with that infuriating calmness, like nothing ever really got to him.
and maybe, deep down, you hated how much of that unsettled you.
you assumed agent shared this dislike. he never shied away from the demeaning comments as soon as you were in earshot. everything he did seemed to hold the pure purpose of milking a reaction out of you. and on days like this, that feeling only got worse.
you stood awkwardly at the craft table, abandoned by sharky to converse with the rest of amp before the shoot started. having done the box video with your own boys should've given you an upper hand on the other boys, but you couldn't have felt more defeated going in. you had almost tapped out during the try not to move challenge during previous video, and weren't feeling confident if the challenge reappeared. fear fueled the silent war waging in your head, soon interrupted by a sickeningly smooth voice.
“i like your outfit.” agent chuckled warmly, taking his time to drag his eyes up and down your frame.
you stared down at your white jumpsuit clad body, resisting the urge to roll your eyes before responding, “don't look too bad yourself.” quickly, maybe even calculated to the untrained eye.
agent however, saw deeper into the unbothered facade you tried to portray to mask the fear plaguing your bones. he always found a way to see right through you. your words were defensive, empty if you will.
“having regrets?” he questioned. it came less sarcastic than usual. his tone was softer, if that was even possible. he held more worry than anything. despite his tendency to provoke you, he cared much more than he let on. it almost made things feel real.
“worry about yourself, yeah?” your eyes glinted playfully, building you walls up even more. letting him in on your fears only gave him leverage against you, which was the last thing you needed.
you held eye contact as you reached past him for a grape, closing the space between you. he didn’t move. his breath hitched. you were close, close enough for him to catch the soft vanilla scent emitting from your body.. it messed with his head more than he wanted to admit. the noise from the boys playfully arguing in the background suddenly faded out for him, as if someone had turned down the volume.
“i'll see you in there, din.” you breathed out, before turning on your heel and in the direction of the rest of the boys.
agent turned around, desperate to hide his flustered appearance. large hands gripped the edge of the craft table as he tried to steady himself. he hated how easily you were able to make him second guess himself. a word or even a look and his typical effortless confidence could be shot in a matter of seconds. all he could do was play it off as more hate then pining.
denying his feelings to himself appeared easier, especially considering the public image they both upheld. he could run from the issue while still keeping her relatively close.
nobody else could ruin something he already sabotaged himself.
you hadn't expected yourself to get this far in the game. pairing yourself with fanum during the knowledge game, your high spice tolerance, and sharky's ability to win over the speed date contestant carried you relatively far on.
you stood behind niko, hands on his shoulders as he sat doubled over, fighting off the pain from the hot wings. sweat beaded at his forehead, small groans coming out every now and then. aj and sharky stood on either side, the three of you trying to talk niko through it. he was one of your strongest contenders and losing him could've led to a loss for the entire of beta squad.
aj's far from quiet pep talk caught the attention of agent. he used the situation as a ploy to coax niko out of the box.
“i think he's got it, thanks.” you turned over your shoulder to cut im before he could continue, acting as a barrier between him and niko.
agent didn't stop. he took a few strides to situate himself behind you, mouth close to your ear. “you really think you can do it without him?” his voice was only loud enough for you to hear. low and dangerous. you were sure his mic picked it up anyway, already envisioning the edits that would soon appear on your timeline.
niko lifted his head, hands still clutching his stomach, somehow being somewhat coherent in his current state. “you clearly haven't met her if you think she can't.” he jokingly muttered out before dropping his head again.
agent looked amused at niko's response. you turned your head slightly, eyes now locked on his. “you don't seem too confident. odds aren't really in your favor though are they?” agent's lip quirked up as he spoke.
thoughts began to consume every fold of your brain. he knew, reading you like it's absolutely nothing. you knew that you weren't on the best of terms with agent, but you didn't think he would stoop as low as using your fears against you. maybe he watched beta's video or maybe he saw something you failed to hide.
you allowed hurt to wash over your face for a split second, leaving agent's to drop in confusion, the ghost of a smile still present. your stomach twisted and suddenly, it started to feel like something more than just a stupid game.
“fuck off.” accent thicker than usual, dripping like venom from your lips. you snapped your head back to niko. agent didn't have time to decipher your actions, being brought into a conversation by davis and fanum.
he allowed himself a moment to glance back, taking in you clenched jaw and you tried to reassure niko. he shook himself back to reality, not giving himself the chance to wonder if he had gone too far. if he had ruined everything that the two of you built, even if it was based on trying to beat the other.
the rest of the challenge was awkward to say the least, tension filling the empty spaces of the container. agent's attempts at reconciliation between the two of you were met with silence. you refused to meet his eye, taking a harsher shot at his heart than he expected it would.
the challenge dawned upon the group faster than they expected, breaking up the light conversation between everyone. you stood quietly in the circle as they distributed straight jackets, hands becoming more and more unsteady by the second. a warm hand grazes your shoulder, gently turning you around to face it's owner.
he didn’t speak at first. he just looked at you. really looked. it seemed like he was trying to figure you out, taking in every feature to do so
“talk to me, please.” agent begged, not worried at the trials they would soon face. he couldn't focus in such a state. “i can't focus on anything else if you keep acting like you hate me." he continued, eyes darker than usual. he couldn't understand why you looked so utterly betrayed after their conversation or why you had quieted down when the round started.
“agent and Y/N, can you please have a seat with the rest of the players?” the automated voice rang out, catching the attention of the remaining players in the glass box.
you blinked, abruptly removing yourself from agent's hold and taking a seat in the furthest corner away from him. he paused for a second before of course sitting across from you, back leaning uncomfortably against one of the black posts to do so.
“you really don't know when to quit, man.” aj barked out a laugh, pointing out agent's behavior. “honestly this is the most entertained i've been all day” he started to ramble.
you rolled your eyes, but not without a smile suppressed behind your teeth tugging at your bottom lip. “he has a point.” you finally muttered out, catching agent off guard. he didn't know how badly he yearned to see you smile or hear your voice until being deprived of it. he let his nerves settle slightly, but not enough to drop the concern entirely.
the first level was simple. one of the dogs had perched itself on your criss crossed legs for a moment, before wandering over to aj who struggled a bit harder to remain composed.
the next level had your stomach bubbling in purr discomfort. the rolling of the various bugs and snakes into the tight space caused your breathing to pick up on instinct. this didn't go unnoticed by niko, but his current position didn't allow him to properly calm you without losing the game altogether.
“you lot got this. nothing we haven't done before.” niko attempted to keep spirits high between you and aj. aj gave you both the slightest of nods in return, a small encouragement for you and an i'm okay for niko.
agent noted the way you let your eyes close, teeth coming down harder and harder to gnaw at your lips. fear wasn't something he had seen you adorn often, if not at all.
your chest heaved at a rapid pace as a snake was placed around your neck. maggots and roaches followed suit. your skin burned, eyes glossing over.
“hey, hey, look at me.” you heard agent's voice, yet your eyes remained staring at the ceiling unable to face the reality of your situation. “you're okay. i'm right here. just breathe. just look at me, please.” he spoke in hushed tones as to not alert the other boys in the box. not that they would notice over fanum's mix of laughs and screams as niko's shouted for help.
you reluctantly let your eyes flicker down to meet his, met with a longing adoration. his chest tightened at the sight of you. he wanted nothing more to reach out. hold you and tell you that everything would be alright. that somedays he feels he needs you more than he needs air to breathe.
tears began to slowly leak down as you tried to level out your breathing. “breathe, y/n. in and out. don't think about it, focus on me.” he tried his best to calm you. the task was easier said than done as the snake continued to wrap around your throat. “don't think about it, just listen to my voice.”
a few minutes passed of agent talking about what he'd do with the money, what he ate for breakfast this morning, a shoot he had done earlier in the week; anything possible to calm you down. slowly your breathing steadied again.
“sorry.” you laughed, faint tear streaks painting your face. wet lashes rapidly blinked to keep any lingering tears at bay. “this is dramatic.” you wished you could wipe your tears, pretending that you didn't have a panic attack for millions of viewers to analyze and replay.
“no, no. being scared isn't dramatic. it's human.” he negated your thoughts. his voice was firm. like he couldn't be more sure about anything.
“this level is over.” the voice played over the box's speakers yet again, handlers coming in to remove the animals from each player.
upon the end of the round, you immediately stand, shaking off the feeling of things crawling around her body. niko patted your back, whispering a good job in your ear before moving to check on aj.
you turned around, forced to face agent who was seemingly waiting for you. your held your arms crossed around your front, hugging your body as if they were preventing you from falling apart. you stared at eachother for a moment, letting comfortable silence consume you.
“thank you.” you finally spoke. your voice was raw, something unfamiliar to agent.
instead of responding, he pulled his body into yours, arms coming to envelop you into his. you kept yours crossed in front of you, yet leaned your body into his.
you let out a breath, relief washing over you. your muscles relaxed, head coming to lean in the crook of his neck. you completely zoned out the whistle fanum let out and the complaints from niko about the bites littered across the back of his neck, letting it blur into background noise. you allowed peace to slowly overtake your body.
he pulled his head back, arms still tangled around your waist. he stayed silent for a beat. “anytime.” he answered so softly you almost missed it.
his arms retracted from you. he turned on his heel, going to talk to chris and fanum. the warmth faded into cold. the echo of his touch settled against your skin.
your feelings felt like they were too much to bare, the small room not helping.
you had tried so hard to reject his touch, but you couldn't help but yearn for more occurrences like this.
secure, raw, just unapologetically yourselves.
hi!!! this is my first time writing for amp so sorry if everything's kinda everywhere 😞. requests are open for both beta and amp though!!
Summary: A dare for a YouTube video changed Sharky's life forever
Song: Pink and White · Frank Ocean
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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?"
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.
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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
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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.
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