#agent00

Pairing: Agent00 x Camerawoman!Reader

Summary: Agents main camera man is on vacation so he for his irl stream to hire a new one for what he thought would be temporarily.

“Alright is the mic working?” Agent asked, while adjusting the wireless microphone on his shirt.

You had recently been hired, since his last cameraman went on vacation, which you couldn’t be more grateful for agent payed well and he was more than open to fulfilling your needs as you worked.

You pulled off the protective cap on the camera, and turned it on, pointing it towards him to see if it was in focus. “Say something real quick.” You stated, as you turned on the microphone button.

He cleared his throat and shifted his weight, suddenly way more focused once the red light blinked on. “Uh… testing…” he said, then gave a small nod. “Mic’s working?”

You checked the audio levels on the screen. “Yeah. It’s picking you up fine.”

He relaxed a little, folding his hands together in front of him while he waited for you to adjust the framing. “You do this a lot?” he asked casually, eyes flicking between you and the lens.

“Pretty often..” you replied, keeping your focus on the settings even though you could feel him looking. “Every setup’s different, but you get used to it.”

You could feel his gaze deeply, but you couldn’t tell if it was out of curiosity or something else, you decided to ignore it. “Alright we’re live in ..3…2..1”

He then put on his usual streaming voice, full of energy and enthusiasm. “Alright welcome chat, today we’re gonna be hitting up a small bakery, to see if Atlanta has a new hidden gem”

The chat then was full of people respond with.

“W Mukbang stream”

“Bro is NOT gonna get those abs by November at this rate 💔💔”

“Finally bro decided to stream”

And a whole array of W’s and twitch emotes, you followed Agent as he walked to his truck, he then went over to the passenger side opening the door for you holding his arm out.

“Ladies first..” he stated, which got a small giggle out of you that was quickly noticed by the chat.

“Who is that?”

“That doesn’t sound like mondo??”

“NOT AGENT CHEATING ON EMILY 💀”

As you both sat in the truck, agent looks at his phone glancing over some of the messages in ongoing chat. “Chat, don’t worry about who that is..” he said, looking over at you with a subtle smile that was caught on camera. “If she wants to introduce herself she can…”

He then started up the truck pulling out the driveway of the Amp house and driving out of the neighborhood, you dimmed down the camera’s light slightly to make sure it wasn’t directly in his eyes.

He then gave you a signal to mute the microphone, which you did quickly. “Do you wanna introduce yourself?” His voice was serious, as he’d carefully turn his head looking at you while keeping his eyes on the road.

You thought about it, sure it was nice to get your name out there but you were a little camera shy, you had gotten so used to being the person behind the camera for so long.

“Yeah sure I don’t mind..” You blurted out. You then semi awkwardly turned the camera around and waved. “Uhm..hi! I’m Y/N, I go by N/N but either one is fine…” You muttered.

Agent then followed with. “Anddd.. you are?” You could tell he had picked up on your nervousness, so he was trying to make you feel a bit more comfortable.

“I’m a professional Videographer, and…I’m taking mondo’s place until he’s back from vacation.” You stated, looking out the window as you passed multiple buildings.

Agent nodded once, eyes still on the road. “Alright.”

The chat then erupted with various emotes and messages.

“Why is she lowkey fine..”

“I’m about to start shipping Y/Ngent”

“She’s so pretty, I hope we see her in a different stream”

“W career”

The car stayed quiet for a bit, the city noise slipping in through the cracked window. You kept your attention on the buildings, trying not to overthink your own introduction.

After a moment, he spoke again, voice even. “So Mondo filled you in on what we’re doing today?”

“Mostly…” you said. “He just told me you needed coverage for the IRL stream.”

“Yeah.” He shifted his grip on the wheel. “Nothing complicated. We’re just going to a bakery to try some of their stuff.”

You nodded. “..I can work with that.”

A few hours later you had finally arrived, it was a small restaurant with a half broken sign and one of lights had went out, you both got out, you making sure the camera was still on and the mic working clearly.

“Alright chat this is the place, let’s see if it’s a 10/10 or a 2/10..” Agent said, with an unsure look on his face.

You adjusted the camera strap on your shoulder as he approached the front door, the chat spamming guesses about what the inside looked like. Agent glanced back at you for a second, almost like he was checking to make sure you were still rolling.

“You ready?” he asked, pushing his hood back a little.

You gave him a small nod. “Yea..camera’s good..Go ahead.”

He let out a quiet breath and pulled the door open, Revealing a small bakery with dusted windows and one half broken light flickering and the floor having a few broken tiles.

He then walked up to the lady at front, she was older Hispanic lady with a smile as sweet as sugar. “Hello, What would you lovely couple like to order?” She said with a smile.

That kinda shocked you a bit making you nervous again, you then looked towards Agent he handled it well.

“Nah we aren’t dating she’s my camera woman.” He addressed.

The lady’s eyes then lit up she rushed around the counter and guided you both to a table, as you both sat down she rushed to get the menus.

Agent grabbed his phone and scrolled through the chat again, reading some of the messages with a laugh. “Chat, I honestly don’t know what I’m gonna order..” he said as he turned towards you.

“You want anything?” he asked, you had to admit that it was a thoughtful gesture.

You nodded, as the lady soon came out with the menus. “Take your time..” she said before walking off.

You opened yours, eyes moving down the list. Simple dishes, nothing too fancy.

Across from you, Agent flipped through his menu quietly, the stream chat faintly buzzing from his phone propped against the napkin holder. He wasn’t putting on a show right now just actually trying to figure out what to eat.

“Anything decent?” he asked without looking up.

Your eyes landed on the chocolate croissants, looked buttery and delicious with a soft coating of chocolate and one side and chocolate covering the insides.

“I like the chocolate croissant” You said while turning the menu towards him.

He nodded in agreement. “It looks pretty good, I’m just gonna get some cinnamon rolls.”

You raised a brow. “For dinner?”

“They’re on the menu” he said, like that was enough explanation. “Chat can’t judge me if the restaurant approved it.”

Chat definitely would judge him, but you didn’t say anything. You just adjusted the camera slightly so it wouldn’t catch the people at the table behind him.

The waitress passed by again, collecting empty glasses from another booth. Agent leaned back in his seat, arms loosely crossed, eyes flicking to the stream for a moment.

“You ever try them here?” he asked.

“No” you replied. “First time I’m even stepping inside this place.”

“Same.” He looked around once more, then shrugged. “Could be fire, could be trash. We’ll find out.”

The waitress eventually returned with two waters and a quick, “Food won’t be long.”

Agent thanked her, then glanced at you, not in any deep or flirty way just checking that everything was still running smooth.

“You good with the lighting?” he asked.

“Yeah.” You replied. “The cameras oddly clearer here.”

He nodded, tapping the table lightly with one finger.

“Alright. Now we wait.”

A few minutes later the waitress had finally came out with the desserts, they were neatly placed on a platter sitting onto of a tray. She set everything down carefully, sliding the cinnamon rolls toward Agent and your dessert toward you.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” she said before walking off.

Agent pulled the plate a little closer, eyeing the rolls like he wasn’t sure if he trusted them yet.

“Chat, they actually look solid,” he said, leaning in a bit so the camera picked up the details.

You took the chance to adjust the focus, making sure the shot stayed clean. He noticed, just barely, and moved his hand out of the frame without you having to say anything.

He picked up his fork, cutting into one of the rolls. The steam that rose up must’ve surprised him, because he paused.

“Oh…nah, they fresh fresh.”

You tried yours quietly while he took a bite. He chewed once, twice, then nodded slowly.

“Aight… yeah. This is good.”

You took your own bite and the croissant was surprisingly delicious, it was buttery on the outside and sweet on the inside, chocolate and even a little caramel.

Agent glanced at you for a second.

“You like yours?”

“Yeah” you replied, simple as that.

He went back to eating, and the table settled into a comfortable quiet just the low restaurant noise, the stream scrolling, and the sound of him occasionally tapping the plate with his fork.

By the time you both stepped outside, the air had cooled down. The restaurant door shut behind you with a soft click, and the neon sign buzzed faintly overhead. Agent adjusted his backpack strap and held his phone up so chat could see the empty street behind him.

“Aight chat, that spot was actually decent..” he said, walking a little ahead before slowing so you could catch up. “I’d give it… maybe a seven.”

You stayed slightly off-camera, making sure the mic still picked up his voice. The night was calm, quiet nothing dramatic, just a clean ending to a long stream.

He looked at the screen one last time. “But yeah, I’m gonna wrap it up here. Appreciate y’all for hanging out.”

Comments flew by, but he didn’t react to most of them. He lowered the phone a bit, and his voice dropped just enough that it wasn’t for chat anymore.

“You enjoy it ?” he asked, glancing toward you.

“Yeah…” you said. “You?”

He nodded once, slow, almost thoughtful. “Yeah.”

There was a small pause, kind that happens when you both realize the night’s winding down but neither of you’s rushing it.

He tilted the phone down to finally end stream, but before he hit the button, he angled his head slightly toward you.

“Thanks for today” he said quietly. Not performative, not for show just honest.

Your eyes met for a moment, and something about the way he said it not heavy, not trying lingered a bit more than it should’ve.

You gave a small nod. “Anytime...”

He clicked “end” on the stream, the screen going dark.

For a second, he didn’t move. He just breathed out a slow, tired laugh, the kind that comes after hours of being “on” then looked over at you again this time without the camera, the chat, or the performance.

“Ready to head out?” he asked, voice low.

And the way he said it… felt a little different now that it was just the two of you.

✦ title: mic check, 1-2… oops

✦ summary: fanum swore up and down he ended stream. he called her paranoid but when all there was banging on the door, they found out real fast he didn’t… w aura farming?

✦ word count: ~3.4k

✦ authors note: listen lmfaoo im on my period ok it lowkey sucks but i cant get this man out my head. no proof read either.

18+ only, smut, soft dom!fanum.

fanum x fem!reader

they had no intention of turning the amp house into a scene. but fanum ended his stream early after being on for hours and figuring he’d hop back on later that night. he clicked through his windows, turned the monitors picture off, tossing his headset on the desk like it was routine since he usually reset everything when it was time to go live again.

journey was already in his bed, stretched out in her bonnet and one of his tees waiting for the second he logged off. her phone was in her hand, but her eyes were on him as he kicked off his slides and moved around like everything was chill.

“you ended your stream for real?” she asked, giving him a look. “like actually closed it out?”

he laughed a little as he pulled off his hoodie and tossed it on the chair. “yes, bro. damn. you so paranoid.”

“nah, cause one time you said you ended it and chat was still in there talking about some i could hear kai eating wings,” she replied, still watching him like he couldn’t be trusted.

“that was kai,” fanum said, climbing onto the bed. “he be clicking shit with no mousepad. i shut all my stuff down. i’m not new to this. come on now ma.”

she looked at him sideways. “mhm, yea it’s all of that til you mid-stroke and your whole chat get a front row seat.”

“first of all,” he said, leaning over her with a grin, “you assuming we getting that far.”

“i’m assuming you been waiting to fold me all night and i’m just tryna protect your career.”

“girl, if we getting exposed, it’s gonna be your fault ‘cause you the one that scream like we filming.”

he didn’t even give her a chance to clap back.

his hands were already on her thighs, pushing her shorts to the side with no hesitation, his fingers teasing just enough to let her know he wasn’t playing. she sucked her teeth and pulled his shirt toward her, dragging him in like she had something to prove.

“you been acting brand new all day,” she said, sliding her hand under his waistband.

“and you been on dick since i logged in,” he replied, kissing her slow at first, then biting her bottom lip and pulling back. “say you not feening right now’.”

“i’m not.”

“you lying,” he said, rubbing her exactly where she needed it, grinning when her legs twitched.

“shut the fuck up,” she whispered, already breathless.

he slid her panties off with one hand, kissed down her stomach, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed like he was gonna prove something. his mouth was on her before she could even exhale properly, tongue dragging slow and deep, switching pace just to get her reaction.

“fanum-“

he pulled away over her, his breath feeling cool while she was suffocatingly hot for a second and looked up at her. “you know that ain’t my name mama.”

journey starred into his eyes seductively, running her manner hands down her stomach to her clit, rubbing her clit. “what you gonna do, beat me?.”

he smirked, chuckling at her. “oh that’s what we doing? you got me fucked up.” he pulled her away from her clit, tossing her arm to the side. journey rolled her eyes losing the sensation she was bringing to herself. he licked his lip grabbing her thighs and flipping her over too quickly for her to register. “put your ass up.”

she obeyed immediately. “see this why i be fucking you like i be fucking you. cause why you tryna dominate me?” he spoke in a low tone while tugging his boxers off. he grabbed his dick, stroking it slowly, exhaling at the pleasure it brought him. “im bouta show you how to dominate baby.”

journey was laying ass up, face down playing with her clit again unable to stop herself. funny thing is, if fanum were to speak to her like this outside of the bedroom here or at their apartment she would’ve been chewing his ass.

fanum ran his dick through her wet folds letting it lubricant itself. but he wasnt too patient right now. “spit on my dick.”

again, she obeyed religiously. after repositioning herself, she didn’t get a chance to prepare for her back getting blown out.

“OH MY-“ journey exclaimed feeling fanums dick fill her in one go.

he wasnt trying to be gentle, he needed her to melt into his arms. fanum bit his lip feeling how wet she was. “what’s my name?”

“fanum fuuuuuuck.” she whimpered still adjusting while he was fucking her.

fanum slapped her ass hard. “tu sabe que ese no es mi nombre. (you know that aint my name.)”

he grabbed her by the throat, pulling her up to his chest. he pressed his other hand onto her stomach causing her to gasp loudly. she cried out feeling fanum’s dick so deep inside she felt like passing out. it hurt so good.

“roberto.” she answered panting.

“say it again, dilo duro coño. (say it loud the fuck.) no one gonna hear you. you close?” he said against her, lips wet with sloppy sex kisses.

“don’t stop.”

“huh.” he teased

“don’t fucking stop, i’m gonna come—” her back arching, voice cracking, her nails scratching him as she tried to ground herself.

he did. he went hard. deep strokes, grip tight on her waist, chain swinging while he hit it from the back like the walls weren’t thin and the house wasn’t full of people. she was loud. louder than usual. moaning his name, screaming every few seconds, breath catching every time he bottomed out.

“this pussy still mine?”

“yes, fuck, yes! i love you, i love you i love you.”

what neither of them realized was that the twitch app was still running in the background. the mic was still hot. fanum hadn’t actually logged out. and everything? the moaning, the clapping, the roberto, was being picked up live.

downstairs, the rest of the boys were still streaming. “yo why chat saying mute fanum’s mic?” kai asked mid-game, glancing at the feed.

agent paused, squinting. “nah, did somebody just moan?”

“that was a full ‘roberto,’” duke said, sitting up.

“he left the stream up,” davis whispered.

chris blinked at the camera. “bro. they getting it in upstairs. i can hear the bed.”

kai’s jaw dropped. “wait… wait NAAAAAHHHH THE MIC HOT.”

“oh my fucking god,” journey cried out. fanum groaned deep into her ear, still inside her, still hitting it like he had something to prove.

then loud banging came. “YO. MUTE THAT SHIT!” kai’s voice rang out, followed by straight-up screaming laughter.

“BRO, THE MIC STILL HOT. MY STREAM HEARD EVERYTHING,” davis hollered.

“nah this man said ‘that’s mine’ like we was tryna eat off his shit,” duke added, wheezing.

“i turned my headset down and still heard that shit,” agent called, his voice cracking. “you got twitch on parental advisory now?”

fanum didn’t even move. he laid out, breathing heavy, forehead pressed to jurney’s back. he tapped the bed once like he was mentally logging off.

“you proud of yourself?” she mumbled, laughing into the pillow, her voice still shaky.

“nah,” he replied. “but i ain’t ashamed either.”

another round of bangs hit the door before they all scattered, twenty minutes later, they had taken a quick shower and threw on sweats and helped jurney into one of his zip-ups, pulling the hood over her head and kissing her forehead.

“you hungry?” he asked, smoothing his hand down her back.

“you finna cook for me after embarrassing me like that?”

“yes ma’am. mami aint raise no disrespectful king. your ass just gave the whole twitch world an exclusive and i’m tryna soften the blow.”

they walked downstairs together like nothing happened. like the whole internet didn’t just get a preview. but the second they hit the kitchen though…

“aye look who finally showed up,” duke said, sipping juice like he hadn’t just been banging on their door minutes ago.

“mr. that’s mine,” kai snorted.

“nah jurney you good? blink twice if you traumatized,” agent said, barely holding in a laugh.

“she screamed like it was a studio session,” chris added, grinning. “i thought that was summer walker.”

“aight. y’all done?” fanum asked, already pulling eggs from the fridge. “get it off y’all chest now.”

“nah you the one who got something off her chest,” davis said under his breath, then backed up when jurney threw a paper towel roll at his head.

“keep playing with me,” she warned, sliding onto the stool at the counter like she hadn’t just been folded in half an hour ago.

“you lucky i got me some,” fanum muttered, shaking his head as he started seasoning.

“nah,” kai said, putting both hands on the counter. “you lucky we didn’t go viral off that sound bite.”

but it was too late. the clip was already circulating. the chat went feral.

“clip that.”

“nah this man forgot to clock out.”

“roberto in all caps.”

“THEY FUCKING FOR REAL.”

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.

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!!

yesss ofccc 😁

──★ CRYBABY PROM QUEEN ﹙AGENT00 ﹚

— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄. ──★ 𝗰𝘄 : 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 ⛦ 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 ⛦ 𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗹) ⛦ 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⛦ 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 ⛦ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 ⛦ 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆 ⛦ 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. ──★ 𝗮/𝗻 : 𝗜'𝗺 𝗦𝗶𝗧𝘁𝗜𝗻𝗚 𝗵𝗘𝗿𝗘 , 𝗰𝗥𝘆𝗜𝗻𝗚 𝗶𝗡 𝗺𝗬 𝗽𝗥𝗼𝗠 𝗱𝗥𝗲𝗦𝘀 😭😭｡ ( 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗺 😝｡) ──★ 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 @huraxy-dividers & @dollywons

"alright~! are you ready , (y/n)? it's gonna be first prom!" emily squealed in excitement while driving to the boutique , you and emily streamers both gaining popularity when you attended kai's "streamers university" and met some of the amp members. especially agent!

"can you imagine all the dresses were gonna try on!? we're gonna look so beautiful!" emily continued to yap while you fell into a deep thought.

this body? this fat , pudgy , thick body? into a dress? no , it can't be. you wouldn't look like those girl's you see on tiktok , pinterest or instagram , let alone you'll be surrounded with people you barely know (except for agent , emily and cinna).

"emily... did you think they're gonna have dresses that fit me? because of you know..." you said embarrassed.

"pshh! there's plenty of dresses that will fit your body type and if they don't , i'll kick their ass!" emily said in a dark tone but she was clearly joking.

you and her shared a laugh before turning into the parking lot where agent and his cameraman was standing waiting for y'all "hi agent!" emily said while parking and jumping out of the car , you followed behind her and hesitantly introduced yourself to agent "h-h-hey agent..." you stuttered.

"there you both are! took you long enough." agent joked.

"we may got a little sidetracked..." emily sheepishly said.

"in her words , we almost got lost... twice" you said scolding her.

agent let out a laugh and so did his cameraman which made you blush slightly. "chat! today we're gonna do dress shopping for the streamer prom which , we gotta look fire!" agent said walking into the boutique with the girl's following behind him.

the trio stopped in awe at the rows and colors of dresses and suits lined up for them to try on. "is this what those girl's felt like in those 2000's disney's movies?" emily said with her eye's filled with glee.

"i think so!" you responded with huge smile.

an female employee walked towards them with a pleasant smile "hello! are you here for trying out dresses?"

"yeah. yeah we are." agent agreed.

"perfect! then i'll leave you be! just ask me if you need something. oh! and the dresses for larger sizes are on your left!" the worker said walking away.

agent turned to emily and (y/n) "ladies first?" he said.

"i'll go first! i'll go first!" emily said running off excitedly.

"emily–! she's gone.." you laughed as emily picked out different dresses.

"so , how do you feel about prom?" agent asked you sitting down.

"uhhh , i'm actually really nervous about this. i never tried on dresses before like this before. besides , i don't know if i'll even look good–"

"i think you'll look beautiful." agent quickly cut off your sentence "you just have to step out of your comfort zone." agent reassured you.

your eyes slightly widen at agents comfort towards you. even the cameraman and chat were surprised.

❛❛ not him tryna to rizz her up 🤣🤣🤣 ❜❜

❛❛ didn't yall just meet each other?? 😭😭❜❜

agent chuckled as his chat was teasing him "chat , y'all know what i mean! just don't worry about it , (y/n). i'll be there with you."

your mind was scrambling trying to figure out what to say next to agent then emily approached with a huge grin , holding multiple dresses "i found some dresses!" she smiles , hopping up and down in excitement.

"wanna try them on?" you said getting up.

emily quickly grabbed your arm and went into the small dressing room , she took off her clothing with a mischievous smile "sooooooo... you and agent , huh?" she said alluding to the conversation you had with agent.

"what about him?" you asked nervously.

"i think... he likes you..." emily whispered.

"what? no way! we just met a while ago!" you quickly gave an excuse.

"i was watching you and him talk to each and he had this look in his eyes that screamed marry me!" emily explained.

"first off , that's creepy. second off , i think he's a very intimate person!" you defended.

"oh , he'll be intimate soon..." emily said in perverted tone.

you threw a dress at her face , clearly embarrassed "just put on the damn dress!" you said leaving the dressing room.

you took a deep breath and saw agent talking to chat and cameraman , emily is obviously crazy right? there's no way agent could agent like you. and if he did , why would he pick you out of all the girls in the world? dosen't matter , you have bigger things to worry about.

"i'm ready~!" emily squealed from behind the curtain.

"come on out!" you happy announced , agent stood up and walked up behind you to see emily's dress.

emily came out with a blue , low-hanging sleeves dress ,that fell to the floor with a leg slit and did a little twirl. "so? how are we feeling the dress?" she asked.

"the blue is amazing but... that red dress though..." you pointed at the red dress hanged up.

emily eyes glimmered "ooooh! i had a feeling you would like that dress! okay! okay! i'll try it on!" she said quickly retreated back to the dressing room.

you and agent let out a small chuckle at emily's silliness. agent turned to you and gave out a dreamy sign "are you... gonna pick out your dress?" he asked.

you snapped back to reality "oh! yeah , but i gotta see emily in this dress!" you said motivated.

agent smiled again at you slightly opening up towards him , and his chat was obviously going crazy with your and agents small interactions.

❛❛ y'all saw that smile? he likes her and he knows it!! 😭😭😭❜❜

❛❛ sorry emily × agent 😔😔 y'all gotta move over 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 theres a new ship in town ❜❜

❛❛ jus let me know when the wedding is bro 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾😭😭 ❜❜

"y'all gotta chill..." agent said slightly embarrassed

"hmm? what's the chat talking about?" you said confused.

"nothing... nothing..." he said rubbing his nape, embarrassed but clearly hiding something.

emily stepped out once again in a red dress with thin straps and exposed laced, backside and a leg slit. "this one?" emily asked for approval.

you gasped and ran up to hug her in happiness. "yes! this is the dress! what do you think , agent?" you asked agent with glowing eye's.

"perfect! you guy's like it , get it!" agent said grinning.

"yayyy! (y/n)~! it's your turn!" emily said holding (y/n)'s shoulder "and you are gonna look amazing!" emily giving you motivation.

"okay... i'll do it! see ya!" you said running off to find your dress.

emily let out fake sniff "they grow up so fast..." she said joked.

agent laughed at emily's and (y/n)'s silliness before looking at emily's who had mischievous smile "when's the wedding?" she asked quickly.

"i'm sorry?" agent said nervously.

"oh nothing , just watching the future bride and groom." emily gave a huge grin.

"what!?" agent said surprised.

"who's wedding , we talking about?" a voice made both agent and emily turn around to see cinna and her cameraman following her.

"cinnaaa! agent has hidden feelings for (y/n) and he won't admit it!" emily explained.

"i knew it! have you seen (y/n)? that girl is hot! if you know what i mean." cinna said.

"sounds like y'all have a crush on her." agent said.

you came back holding one dress in her hesitantly.

"thats it? one dress? you didn't see anything else?" cinna asked (y/n).

"yup! this is the one! i'm placing my faith in this one." you said heading towards the dressing room.

once in the area you hung up the dress and began to take off your clothes and soon after anxiety began to crept around you. "what are you doing? that dress? with your body? what a joke! might as well put it back!" you shook your head and took a sigh of relief , you continued to fix yourself into your outfit and stepped outside of the room. "s‐so? do we like it?" you muttered nervously.

you had on a layered , black , bodycon , dress with a high leg slit and off the shoulder sleeves with flowing cape appearance.

"oh my god... you look beautiful!!" emily squealed hugging you tightly.

"holy shit , your faith told you right!" cinna said examining you.

"dude, you gotta admit she looks amazing in that dress– agent?" his cameraman peeked over at agent who was lost in thought , then noticed who he had his eyes on.

agent's chat went crazy at how dazed and in love he was. agent couldn't believe what was in front of him , (y/n) definitely stepped out of her comfort zone like he said. she looked so much prettier and glowing then she was a few minutes ago.

❛❛ snap out of it broski 😭😭🙏🏾🙏🏾 ❜❜

❛❛ oh hes in LOVE 🤣🤣🤣 ❜❜

❛❛ gyat! 👀👀👀 ❜❜

"hellooo! earth to agent!" cinna said waving her hands in agents face which seemed to work. "what do you think? we've been asking you." cinna laughed.

"what? oh! you look... beautiful , how much is the dress?" he asked approaching you and the girls.

"save your money , its the least i could do." agent patting your head.

"uhhh– th-th-thanks!" you said nervously.

agent walked off and continued to talk to chat and cameraman , the girls looked at each with side eyes and small grins.

"so , just asking now. what would y'all's ship name be?" emily sheepishly asked.

"shut up..." you gritted.

eventually you all parted ways and began to prepare for the upcoming prom. once the day came around, emily and cinna waited for you outside your house.

"do you think she got nervous? she's been kinda self conscious about her outfit." emily said worriedly.

"she better not! or i'll tell agent what you told us about him in the group chat–!" cinna yelled to grab your attention.

"don't you dare!" you said slamming your front door and speedily walking towards cinna and emily.

"(y/n)?! who are you?" emily said examining your outfit for today in awe.

"i'm taking so many pictures of you today because you look too fine~!" cinna said entering her vehicle.

the three of you drove to the venue where you saw agent waiting on the curb for y'all. cinna parked up and exited the car and headed towards agent "all white? are you asking for ketchup to ruin you?" cinna said sarcastically.

"haha." agent also sarcastically laughed. "where (y/n)?" he asked.

"whoa! sorry for cockblocking your girlfriend." emily and cinna, said entering the venue.

"she's not my–" agent was suddenly face to face with (y/n) who played with her hair nervously "hey... agent , nice suit." you laughed thinking about cinna's joke.

"don't laugh at her jokes!" agent said embarrassed entering the venue.

you hesitantly entered the event and suddenly got hit with a wave of anxiety and slowly becoming overwhelmed. agent , cinna and emily were off doing their own things leaving you behind , an elephant in the room.

you wandered aimlessly making slight conversations with other creators and stress eating which evolved into drinking. lots of drinking.

you became tipsy to wash away the social anxiety but you couldn't handle it anymore and ended up in the bathroom of the venue slightly crying at your appearance and shaming yourself.

your missing presence was noticeable between agent , emily and cinna. they asked around the event for you getting slightly worried.

"where could she be?" cinna said frustrated.

"maybe she left?" emily suggested.

"no , she's not like that. she would of said something..." cinna said confused.

agent watched as people exited the bathroom and quickly stood up and heading towards the bathroom, he peeked inside and heard soft sobbing in a stall "(y/n)?" he spoke up.

you stopped sobbing and quickly fixed yourself and peep out of the bathroom stall "agent? what are you doing?" you asked him.

"looking for you. are you alright?" agent said worriedly.

you looked away ashamed , agent caressed your face , wiping away your tears "if this is about how you look. you look beautiful , your body is amazing..." agents hand began to caress and trail around waist and stomach, you shivered at his touch "i don't care what anyone say , you are so beautiful, and these feelings that i have for you are so true..." he admitted.

agent had pinned you up against the bathroom wall , he pulled your face closer to his as your lips combined in a slow kiss. "i really , really , like you (y/n)... and i feel stupid for not bringing it up later but you were having such a great time." agent sheepishly laughed and so did you.

"what now?" (y/n) asked agent.

"well... let's have fun together." agent said grabbing your hand giving it a kiss.

(Agent 00 x Black female reader)

The night had that peaceful hum only quiet apartments know distant cars, the faint buzz of city lights, and music playing low from a speaker somewhere in the room. Agent sat slouched on the couch, hoodie over his head, socks mismatched, eyes half-lidded as he scrolled through his phone. He wasn’t really reading anything just waiting.

Because he knew you were in the kitchen, singing softly under your breath while trying not to burn dinner.

“Smells good,” he called out lazily, tilting his head back.

You peeked out, spatula in hand. “You say that every time. Last time it was burnt.”

Agent smirked. “Still ate it though.”

You gave him that look playful but pretending to be annoyed. “Yeah, and then you were sick the next morning.”

He laughed, low and deep, that kind of laugh that came straight from his chest. “Worth it. You made it for me.”

You shook your head. He was always like this effortlessly sweet in a way that made you flustered without even trying.

After a few more minutes, you finally joined him on the couch, two plates balanced carefully in your hands. Agent immediately sat up, pulling you closer before you could even set the food down.

“Agent—”

“Nah, come here. You too far.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you with a small smile. “I swear, you’re like a clingy cat sometimes.”

He grinned, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Yeah? But you like cats.”

You tried to focus on your food, but it was hard when he kept stealing glances at you, brushing his thumb over your hand every few seconds, or whispering random comments that made you laugh between bites.

When you finished eating, you leaned back, full and tired, your head resting against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat, steady and familiar, wrapped around you like a lullaby.

“You ever think about how we used to be?” you asked softly.

Agent hummed. “What you mean?”

“Like… before we started dating. We were just best friends who’d argue over who was better at Mario Kart.”

He chuckled. “Still me, by the way.”

You gave him a small slap on the chest, laughing. “You’re delusional.”

He caught your hand before you could pull it back, lacing his fingers with yours. His grip was warm secure. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

You turned your face slightly, smiling up at him. “I do.”

That made him pause. Even after months together, hearing you say it still hit him right in the chest. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and said, quietly, “I love you too, you know. Like… a lot.”

You looked into his eyes the kind that always held a mix of mischief and gentleness. “I know,” you whispered. “You show it.”

He smiled faintly. “I just never wanna take you for granted. You’re… kinda everything I didn’t know I needed.”

You felt your throat tighten a little. He wasn’t always this open, but when he was, it was raw and real the kind of love that didn’t need to shout to be heard.

You cuddled closer into his chest, your fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie. “You make me feel safe,” you murmured.

He kissed the top of your head. “Good. That’s the goal.”

Minutes passed or maybe hours neither of you kept track. The night drifted by in lazy silence, broken only by the hum of the city and the slow rhythm of your breathing syncing with his.

Eventually, he whispered, “You know what’s crazy?”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“I still get nervous sometimes,” he admitted. “Like, even when I’m just sitting next to you. It’s stupid, I know.”

You smiled softly. “It’s not stupid.”

He looked at you, his gaze softening. “It’s like… I know you love me, but I still wanna keep earning it. I don’t ever wanna stop trying.”

You rested your forehead against his. “Then we’ll keep earning each other. Deal?”

He smiled that perfect mix of playful and sincere before pressing a slow kiss to your lips. The kind that didn’t need fireworks or music, just quiet affection and the comfort of knowing it was real.

“Deal,” he whispered.

MASTERLIST , REQUEST

Insomnia — not being able to sleep caused by a specific reason.

warnings — FLUFF! not proof read! If mistakes, just point it out in the comments or something. but also I'm not sure who the hell stays at the amp house besides the actual members, so I made some things up if it's not accurate just please pretend it is. Not long or not that short, just a little fic. Also, the way I described his room kinda made 0 sense u have to watch his room tour to actually understand what I meant but enjoy this little fic