on camera — sharky (betasquad) x reader
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summary sharky films everything. he did not expect this to end up in the vlog.
prompt – baller league vlog, jealous husband sharky, niko's teammate tries it, on camera warnings – mild jealousy, possessive sharky, youtube comment chaos word count – ~3k note – lover boy sharky stepping in mid vlog because someone tried it the comments were not ready — thank you for this request 🩷🫶
requests are open :)
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The Monday vlog had a format.
It had always had a format — Sharky arriving at the ground, the warmup footage, the pre-match interview segment where he grabbed whoever was around and stuck a camera in their face, the match itself, the post-match chaos. His viewers knew the rhythm of it. Knew what to expect.
What they didn't expect, this particular Monday, was you.
You didn't come to every match — your schedule didn't always allow it — but when you did Sharky's energy was noticeably different on camera. More settled. Like something that had been slightly off-centre clicked back into place. His regular viewers had noticed it over time, had catalogued it in comments and clips, had made edits about it that he'd watched on your sofa and pretended not to be affected by.
Today you were here, and he'd grabbed you for the pre-match interview segment before you'd even found your seat, camera up, grinning already.
"Right," he said, turning the camera between you both. "Special guest today — my wife. Say hi."
"Hi," you said, obligingly, to the camera.
"She's been dragged along against her will—"
"I came voluntarily—"
"She says that—"
"Sharky I drove here—"
"She drove here," he confirmed to the camera, like this was breaking news. "Voluntarily. Remarkable scenes." He turned to you properly, slipping into the interview energy that came naturally to him, the easy warmth of someone who was good at this. "Okay so — SDS versus NDL today. Predictions?"
You gave your prediction — SDS, obviously, with the particular confidence of someone who had been listening to Sharky talk about this for months and had absorbed more information than you'd technically signed up for. He did the bit where he pretended to be offended by your reasoning, you did the bit where you defended your reasoning, and it was the kind of easy banter that his viewers would love because it was completely real and both of you knew it.
He walked you toward the spectator area after, camera still going, narrating for the vlog.
"Getting her settled before I go warm up," he told the camera, glancing between you and the lens with the comfortable multitasking of someone who'd been doing this for years. "She'll be here, I'll be over there—"
"I know where you'll be—"
"I'm explaining for the vlog—"
"You're being dramatic for the vlog—"
"Same thing." He grinned. Looked at the camera. "She's very unsympathetic to the creative process."
You were about to respond when Niko appeared.
Niko with three of his NDL teammates, post-warmup, the easy energy of a group who'd been doing this together long enough to be comfortable. Sharky liked Niko — most people liked Niko — and he kept the camera going as they approached, the natural footage of two sides crossing paths before a match.
"Sharky!" Niko said, clapping him up. Looked at you. "And Mrs Sharky, wagwan."
"Hey Niko," you said, smiling.
The introductions happened the way they always did — quick, easy, everyone knowing roughly who everyone was from the internet if nothing else. Sharky kept the camera moving, getting the footage, half his attention on you and half on the lens the way it always was during filming.
Which was how he caught it.
One of Niko's teammates — tall, confident, the kind of person who moved through rooms like he expected them to rearrange for him — had positioned himself slightly too close to you during the introductions. Close enough that Sharky's attention, already split, snapped back and recalibrated.
He kept filming.
"You follow the league?" the teammate — Sharky was going to find out his name later and he was going to remember it — asked you. Directed at you specifically. Not at the group.
"A bit," you said. Pleasantly. "My husband plays."
My husband. Sharky heard it. Filed it. Kept filming.
"Which team?"
"SDS." You nodded at Sharky, who was standing right there, camera in hand, watching this unfold in real time.
The teammate glanced at Sharky. Back at you. The glance said something that Sharky did not particularly enjoy.
"You should come watch NDL sometime," the teammate said. Still just to you. Still with the particular quality of attention that had absolutely nothing to do with football. "Better football."
Sharky lowered the camera.
Not all the way. Just enough. The lens still running, still catching everything, because he hadn't thought to turn it off and later he would have feelings about that but right now he was focused on something else.
He stepped forward. One step. Beside you, close enough that the geometry of the group shifted.
"She's good for matches," Sharky said pleasantly. His voice was completely even. His hand found the small of your back — settled there, warm and certain and entirely deliberate. "She's at most of mine."
The teammate looked at the hand. Looked at Sharky. Did the full recalibration — the camera, the ring on your finger that he had apparently not clocked during the introduction, the particular quality of Sharky's pleasant expression that wasn't quite as pleasant as it sounded.
Niko, to his credit, had already clocked the whole thing and was watching it with the expression of someone who found this deeply entertaining and was sensible enough not to say so.
"Good match today," Niko said, smoothly redirecting. "We'll see what happens on the pitch."
"Yeah," Sharky agreed. Still pleasant. Hand still exactly where it was. "We will."
The group moved on. Niko caught Sharky's eye as he went and gave him the look — the small, knowing look that said I saw all of that — and Sharky gave him a look back that said I know you did.
He turned back to you.
You were looking at him with the expression — the one that was exasperated and fond in equal measure, the one he'd learned to read as you're ridiculous and I love you and we're going to talk about this later.
He raised the camera back up.
"Right," he said, to the lens, with the complete composure of a man who had not just done exactly what he'd done. "Getting her settled. Then warmup." He glanced at you sideways. "You good?"
"Fine," you said. The fondness winning over the exasperation. "Go warm up."
He pressed a kiss to your temple — on camera, deliberately, in the way that wasn't performance but also wasn't not performance — and headed toward the pitch.
Behind him, he heard you laugh quietly.
He was smiling before he'd taken three steps.
The vlog went up that evening.
He'd edited it the way he always did — match footage, the banter, the goals, the post-match chaos — and he'd left the interaction in. All of it. The interview, the introduction, the moment with the teammate, the hand on your back, the kiss on your temple.
He hadn't planned to leave it in. It had just seemed dishonest to cut it.
By midnight the comments were unmanageable.
youtube comments — monday baller league vlog
@sharkywifeyera: the way he lowered the camera. he didn't even turn it off. he just. lowered it. and stepped forward. and put his hand on her back. I AM NOT WELL
@iluvsharks: "she's at most of mine" said with that smile while his hand was already moving. husband behaviour of the highest order.
@plainjade: niko KNEW. niko saw it happening and did the redirect and said nothing. niko is a real one.
@rawrxdeex: the kiss on the temple at the end. on camera. deliberate. he wanted it in the vlog. he CHOSE to leave it in. sharky you romantic menace.
@dragqueen: that teammate really looked at a married woman, clocked the camera guy standing next to her, and still tried it. the audacity. the lack of self preservation.
@needsharky: "my husband plays" she said it so fast. she clocked it before he did and handled it immediately. they're both so aware of each other it's insane.
@softlauncharchive: he edited this vlog himself. he sat down and went through the footage and decided to keep all of it in. every second. that's not an accident that's a statement.
@internetcrying: the way his whole energy changed when he stepped forward. still smiling. completely calm. absolutely not calm.
@loverboyera: niko watching the whole thing go down with that face 😭 he knew exactly what was happening and said absolutely nothing. smart man.
@sharkysgirlera: she said my husband plays and pointed at him like he wasn't standing right there with a camera. queen behaviour.
@justhere4this: the hand on her back. one step forward. camera still running. kiss on the temple. he really said here's my whole chest, edited and uploaded, available in 4k. i love him.
