#yea; it's just them getting to know each other

[trh0d3s]

Manager In The making!

Ch 4!

saja boys x Human Manager reader

10 am sharp, your already up not like you slept much Anyway. You only came back to your apartment to see if the wardrobe arrived for the boys and make your face looks like you slept more than 2 hours. It’s fine you’ll just take a nap during intermission of the performance and game show. If they even let you of course who knows if your going to be chasing them all day. You have everything to legally perform at the square and NOT be arrested on sight. You just have to make a small quick trip before, their grown adults should survive 10 minutes.

You look over your clipboard the coffee maker mid brew next to you, your tempted to just take the pot and not pour it into a mug. You ignore the thought and pour it into a thermos you can’t walk around with a coffee pot. You look at the coffee pot contemplating it for a moment….mhm no.

The performance is at noon maybe you should head over to hand out the clothes already? You mumble to yourself eyes focused on what you could have missed going down the checklist for the hundredth time. A knock at your door stops your muttering, where you expecting any one? No, you haven’t had anyone over for months or maybe even years.

You live a sad lonely life get over it.

Multiple knocks sounded through the door the longer you waited staring at the door confused the more frequent until.

“Manager let us in! Or I’m taking the door with its hinges!” It was Abby furiously knocking more like banging on your door now much different than the first few times. You walk over coffee mug in hand no time to put any creamer or suger cause he might actually break your door.With how aggressive he is gotta be taking steroids. The door opens to abby mid wrestling with Jinu trying to stop him from punching the door. They push each other off straightening up to you at the door coffee mug in hand with the words inscribed “Male tears”.

How you love ironic mugs makes waking up that much sweeter.

Good choice of mug for this attempted murder.  You look up at the group taking a sip of your mug before letting out a sigh and letting them in. At least you won’t have to make the trip over there the neighborhood Jinu sent sounded so Bougie your phone asked if it was the right address. You already questioned them enough if you ask why now they will only deflect…

But your going to anyway.

“Why are you at my door?Are you not supposed to be getting ready?” Yea like vocal warmups? And actual warmups like normal idols…that you know.

Jinu leans against the door frame looking down at the writing on your cup sweat dropping. “Male tears?” He raises a flawless eyebrow down at you.

You look up raising the cup to your mouth once more making direct eye contact. “Soon it’s gonna be your tears” You lower the cup and step back away from the door to let them in. “I don’t have the patience to interrogate you just come in already”

Jinu smirks feeling like he won the battle and strides in all confidence. Abby follows after him with romance behind him they hang off each other pointing at every little thing they see at the walkway. Your house may be a little different than others but it’s not that interesting? Baby trails behind with mystery the last one to follow almost cautious to step through.

Your punching the wall in your mind right now cause why does he have to be so adorable? AAA-

Mystery looks up at you leading the rest of his group inside he doesn’t know why he was so hesitant. Almost felt wrong to come in, a demon in your private space. He follows anyway looking at your personality through the knickknacks and décor.

 It smells like you.

Some places heavier than the others if he follows it his eyes only find a half open door. Was that your room? He almost steps the back of baby’s shoes until he gets elbowed in the stomach by him.

You turn back to the boys to see mystery getting  gutted by baby’s elbow, did you miss something? You set down your mug a couple minutes ago to get the clothes from the closet ready. Setting them out on the back of the couch by order in the group. You spent an hour last night finding flexible but also stylish clothing, dancing needs material for movement. The overnight shipping paid off too, spending your morning so its freshly washed and ironed. The packaging smell isn’t the right look for first time idols.

 You step back gesturing to the clothes with a simple wave letting them grab theirs while you snatch your mug back. Wish you had something stronger. Too bad drinking on the job is frowned upon.

Jinu side eyes you while picking up his hanger before looking back down with almost childlike curiosity. “This… is acceptable” He nods to himself looking over to the fabric then the rest of the group started picking theirs up. Inside Jinu is freaking out about  how soft it is, way different than what he’s used to. Abby was ready to strip and put on a show but you stop him with a look too tired for his shit. No thank you, I’m not seeing your abs at 10:21 am. Save it for the middle aged women and questioning men.

“Let me leave first then change you heathens” you walk to your room closing the door behind you making sure to lock it in case anyone wants to be funny. (*cough* Abby *cough* Romance *cough*) You sit on the edge of your bed coffee in hand letting it all sink in as you hear them tear the clothes off the hangers. What animals.

Who could imagine outside your door is 5 hot men changing in your house in to clothes you picked. Your employer’s nonetheless. Feels like the beginning to a R rated film.

 You shiver remembering your college days when your friend showed you the dark-side of YouTube. Grunting and pulling your mug away from your face it was empty just your luck. Could you come out now? Putting on clothes is not hard and doesn’t take so long so why haven’t they given the all clear yet? Now that you think about it, you can’t hear Jinus humming or Abby’s cursing.  There must be a gas leak and their all dead cause 2 minutes of silence is god send.

“Are you done?! Cause we don’t have time to waste you know” You get up mug in hand cause if your going to see their dead bodies on the floor your grabbing the pot and running with it. You lean against the door trying to listen but not hearing a answer not even a shuffle. You look down at your phone for the time you have an hour or so left to get out the house and walking. Rolling your eyes you unlock and open your door expecting to see them in front of you standing the living room. You scrunch your face confused and look to the side to the walkway where you own a full body mirror is. They are all taking turns looking at themselves, more like baby and Abby pushing each other out of the way behind Jinu.

Mystery was feeling the fabric a few feet away raising his arm to smell the fabric before looking up meeting your eyes. Eyes to hair ratio. Can he smell the fabric softener you used? It’s a personal favorite so your glad he likes it at least.

They actually look…really nice now they are cleaned up, before it looked like they shopped at a outlet. No hate to outlets but Jinu dressed like a old man going to the park to stare at birds.  He looks the types.

Mystery walks up to you while the rest where distracted with their vanity. Doing a small slow awkward  twirl to show you as if waiting for your approval. He really is like a puppy? Mystery is your favorite again baby second cause he doesn’t give you shit.

You chuckle to yourself stepping forward to smooth out his collar and look him over. It looked like a good fit and easygoing for movement. “Comfortable? No snagging in places?” You look behind him to call out to the others it looked like baby was sitting on a pinned down Abby.

Romance and jinus taking points why Abby lost while baby sat like the smug bastard he is. “How about you guys?” You ignore the loser on the floor speaking to the rest, they looked comfortable so that’s good.

Romance stretches out giving you the full look of the flexibility the clothing,  giving him one more check off the list. “Comfortable and breathable?” Baby nods getting off Abby who glares at him with the strength of a thousand suns. “It actually goes with our song” baby points out non discreetly kicking a man while he’s down. Abby grumbles getting up off the ground dusting off the fake dust he believes he got like the a psycho he is.  He grins all teeth pulling at his button up in a way you think he’s trying to tear it off if it wasn’t for that dam updraft he’s trying to do with the shirt. You have to cover your eyes so you, v line too powerful!

“It really highlights all my best features” Cue Abby flexing like his life depends on it, letting the shirt lift and his Abs show like it’s a Calvin Klein ad. He probably spends 20 minutes putting on body oil for his abs to shine like that. You look him over up and down you do see the appeal but getting flashed is not your plan today.

You turn away from the sex appeal on legs to romance and baby, baby was lowkey rocking it he lives up to his name. Hold on when did he do his nails? You walk up to him and snatch his hand up inspecting his nails. “Press ons?” He looks at you surprised before nodding. He actually didn’t know what press ons where but if it would get you off his case then he rather say yes. You look down at his nails nodding to yourself your going to get their nails done after this it will be too long if you go now so press ons are good for now. “Good choice..” You look beside you seeing the rest also have their nails done some with really good taste. They didn’t have this yesterday you had many chances to see their nails but nothing just bare.

You check your phone again cursing to yourself you have to get down already so you can meet with the local authorities. “Alright boys we are heading out. Save any complaints till after we don’t have time.” You double back grabbing the coffee pot pouring it into a big thermos and chucking it into the sink. Your going to have an ounce of dignity while you down this like a man surviving on his pension. You set out grabbing your keys and turning around with a glare of authority you are a dam manager. If this doesn’t go well you will actually call on a airstrike.

Mystery was halfway to your room frozen in his stance seeing how he was caught. Is personal space nothing to these men?  Your eye twitched and he straightened up speed walking over pushing baby with him who was watching him try and get to your door. That instigator you can smell it from a mile away.

Jinu watched as he slipped past by you to the door mystery and baby seemed to have warmed up to you quick. He doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or just going to make killing you when this ends just more harder. Until then he’s just here to make sure you don’t die. He sends a glance to Abby who is busy stretching in front of the mirror. Romance was criticizing his form with playful quips fixing his overly jelled hair. “You heard them guys! Out!” He places a smile on his face this performance is the start to their scheme as much as he likes messing with the manager. He can feel gwi -mas hunger growing louder.

You huff walking out the door clipboard and thermos  in hand expecting them to follow you. You lock the door behind them pocketing your keys, while locking it Abby and romance make eye contact a mischievous grin shared between them. You turn back around to the two looking anywhere but each other. They are planning some shit arnt they…..

You walk out into the side street gaze fixed on the clip board in front of you letting them follow you. Triple checking your double check, adding some more to the list for later as well. If you get this done with nothing going wrong you can nap for 30 minutes. You make it a couple streets down in perfect silence no peep from any of them. You snap out of work mode clocking the lack of  activity, It’s the nerves making it’s works isn’t it. Even if they piss you off half the time you were employed(24 hours)  it’s still their debut. You sigh looking up from your clipboard ready to give words of encouragement.

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THEY LEFT YOU AGAIN.

PIECES OF SHIT CON MEN CANT EVEN LET YOU GET A WORD OUT THAT’S WHY IT WAS SO QUIET.

Can’t even be a good manager with them acting like that. You roll your eyes at the empty space behind you marching forward to the security booth. You needed to make sure they won’t get arrested and ruin both theirs and your reputation! You grit your teeth shaking your thermos into the air like crazy person.

You walk out the booth cracking your knuckles with a glance down at the time looks 10 minutes before performance. Took a little longer than expected the security for the area wasn’t even in the booth! You had to go around looking for them having a smoke out back then coming back to the booth to show the paperwork. Only to get waved off complaining about the workload, geez old men these days.

You rush over to the square expecting to see your employers off to the side getting ready to take the stage. There was even a small crowd waiting for the show around the plaza, all holding flyers or phones to take photos. Could they be huddling up in one of the alleys?

You walk around tapping your nails against your board from nerves, this really wasn’t the time to get cold feet. You crane your neck around some people into walkways before thinking they could be at the same one from last time. You shuffle over near the entryway just to hear music start behind you. Finally! You were going to start chewing cuticles again if you couldn’t find them.

You turn to the pink cloud of smoke spreading, murmurs growing louder going around a trio carrying a box. You can hear the vocals starting so You’ll just stand to the side…

“Don’t want you, need you”

“Yea, I need you to fill me up!”

Pausing in your goal to step aside and watch to keeping everything in check,  Jinus voice was loud and clear. You look to the side seeing the small camera still set up ok good. You look back ahead only to be barreled through by a old woman trying to get to the front. You sigh hearing the trio behind be victim of this women too. You watched them continuing to go around not wanting to be done like that again.

They are actually really good…if you ignored their personality you would be one of crowd. You turn your attention from them to the crowd watching the screaming faces. A small smile grows on your face raising your thermos to drink and look back to the performance. You watch Abby absolutely demolish vocals the tune was pretty catchy.

Wait when did Jinu get a juice pouch…is that…some sort of herbalist cocktail? You watch as the camera picks it up displaying it on the tv of him drinking while the rest sung. They are oddly super In sync…

Not something you would listen to on a the daily though…

You watch them smoothly dance like their gliding across the pavement you were having small doubts but was quickly stomped away. You look back down at your clipboard to make some notes missing the heart that whipped past your head. Hitting the women behind you in the face.

 You look up feeling your hair move but no wind.  Looking back to the show watching Abby  dance his way to the front ready to drink half your thermos to take the edge off. You see something purple glint in the sun. Was that on their skin? You try squinting again seeing a vague outline of something purple. Is that….body glitter?

You rub your eyes the strain trying to see again making your eyes ache. You didn’t see any on them after they changed was this a new idea? Like with the nails a momentary development. You go back to your clip board flipping the papers to the note pad underneath writing ask about body glitter with multiple question marks scribbled around. Maybe your hallucinating again…you look down at your thermos before shrugging taking a sip.

You actually spit out your drink when baby starts rapping unintentionally getting it on your papers. Well fuck, you were so flabbergasted at the irony  you ruined both your notes and papers. You try waving your papers getting the excess water out only to smack a enamored by-passer in the face. She wasn’t even fazed only trying to get closer to the event. Should’ve guessed self respect would run out the door the minute a pretty faced idol showed up. You click your tongue like a disappointed parent on prom night.

The screams got louder in different directions the harmonizing getting louder before some muffled crying. You look back to see the same trio of girls demolishing wrapped gifts. You should probably call security…..

You raise your phone ready to dial the security booth number only getting a couple rings before going to voicemail. Dam should’ve known not to give them your number for this exact reason. Probably thinking I’m going to complain about minor details they could care less about.

You huff staring at your phone opting to go up to the kids after the girls  ran from their crime. They ran back into the crowd after stomping all over the boxes, who would do this to kids?

You sigh and walk up the the crying and shocked  children opting to crouch in front of them.

“Hey it’s ok I’ll get those girls for you” you stretch a hand out to the girl first crying  offering your hand. “We can go watch the rest of the event then look for your parents?” She sniffled and with a hiccup took your hand, you look to the other two but they are looking up in amazement. You look up as well and it looked like the the area had a filter put around us. Looking around again hoping to find the culprit before looking back at the group performing on a…. Soda can?

You thought you were the manager but couldn’t stop them from passing anything by you. Taking liberties for a projector? A good one at that cause no bullshit machine can do this. You huff feeling a little inferior your grip on the girls hand tightening before letting go. She pulled away to run into the crowd as well the two boys squealing in excitement. Looks like they feel better now…

You look down at the debris of cardboard and ribbons, kicking it out of the way frustrated at your attempts to be a good manager.

You pick up the trash and throw it in the bin sighing, don’t want to be arrested for littering.

 Turning back to the performance the people were loving it. Way more than you thought they would, Maybe the night before payed off. You shake away the thoughts of doubt you helped make this happen and that should be enough for you.

“Your my soda pop. Gonna drink every drop~”

You spot Jinu turn in your direction with a smile before his attention diverted to the crowd. Leaning down to wipe fake dust off his shoulder making direct eye contact with someone. He must have some real beef…it’s clearly a taunt.

Swear if he did that to you he’s  going to wish he never came to Korea. You plot on your mind how you would jump Jinu in three steps not clickbait. Getting ripped away from your daydream of using those how to YouTube videos to good use.

The big  screen lights up above them

“That’s it for now see you tonight at everyone’s favorite variety show” He smiles to the crowd his voice sweet like honey. “Saja boys love you!” Stepping forward with his boys behind him doing various poses you could see baby and mystery turn in your direction as they made hearts out of their hands.

 You would find this cute if it wasn’t for baby’s face. He looked constipated, you choke on your spit having to look away. Jinu pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his ass to put on all suave.

“My little soda pop~”

Then poof, more pink smoke where they last stood. You like the pattern actually, leaving the way you showed up. They have to show you how they do that though, was it a trick using smoke bombs and trap doors? If you go to the prop they were standing on would they be cramped in the middle. You wait a couple minutes letting the area clear out before stepping forward.

You make sure no one is looking before kicking the prop hard, if they weren’t in there it wouldn’t matter. You chuckle kicking it one more time and leaning down to listen for anything. Jack nothing.

 You walk around a little more checking for a opening you could get into but it’s sealed tight. You groan running a hand through your hair. Now you have to go find them again and you really want that nap…

Someone taps you on the shoulder before tugging you to turn around and face them. It’s the same trio running around causing havoc to those poor pedestrians. You yank yourself away raising your clipboard a mock battle ready in case they try anything. “You going to break my shit too?!”

The one in purple pulls away flabbergasted you would even say that waving her arms no. “No, wait what?” The tall one glaring at you leans back to whisper to the short one giving you sideways glances. “Their definitely a demon too…” she whispers to the latter who just stares at you in blank awe. 

The purple one shushes them and steps toward you analyzing you from head to toe. Starting to feel a little weird here..

“You work with them?” She questions getting even closer to you, you step back every time she steps forward.

“Yea I’m their manager?” Is this the first crazy fan your going to have to deal with? Is this god punishing you for buying the couch you wanted and definitely didn’t need? That is how you got here actually…

We will circle back to that cause your getting cornered by three crazy ladies!

You should pull a Jinu and disappear cause your not getting attacked on your first day.

“Definitely a demon” wait demon? Did you just hear that. Did they call you a demon, who says that to strangers.

“If you have any complaints or…professions of love you can call my office” You hand them your business card and try slipping away as they all leaned in to see. Yea heck no these people are crazy your booking it.

You giggle running down the brick street this is definitely not how you pictured today going.

“HEY GET BACK HERE DEMON!”

“IM NOT A DAM DEMON”

—————-—-crack cocain corner———————

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEE

[i-like-loserz]

discord calls

pairing: gamer!yunho x reader

cw: slight angst/fluff, afab!reader, teasing/banter, light flirting, online relationship/long-distance friendship, crush denial, voice kink? (NO BUT THIS FIC IS PG), gamer tag usage (yunho -> yunnie/yunz, reader -> blue/bluey), e-boy!yunho, smitten!reader, jealousy, e-girl side character, valorant (yes it deserves a warning), swiftplay slander, realistic discord + online interactions...(this one is text msg heavy!)

wc: 3.0k

note: so i, too, play valorant (peak plat 2 lol)... wouldn't it be interesting to have e-boy!yunho as a duo? i'm not sure if this one will resonate as well with you guys, but i hope you still enjoy it. especially those who game!

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you were never the type who sought an online relationship, especially with someone you met in valorant of all places.

the game is literally known for its oversaturation of e-boys looking for their e-kittens (even when they've only peaked gold 1). look, it's a nice change of pace from usual ultra-misogynistic games like league or cod (call of duty), but it presents a whole different set of issues for girls.

but there's something about his deep voice, humor, and cool temperament that makes him super attractive. you've honestly been avoiding a face reveal from him so you can keep this fantasy going.

you don't even know what his real name is.

you just call him yun or yunz when you talk to him (his username is yuniverse69 so it came naturally). he calls you blue or bluey because of your user bluez420 (you tried to make a gender-neutral username so guys would stop immediately disconnecting from the game when they'd see your name).

your chemistry was clear the moment you met.

and not just you're gaming chem -- your ability to play off of each other -- but personality-wise, too. since then, you've been messaging each other daily to game, talk, or watch a movie. even when you're away from your PC you continue to text him throughout the day.

from the start, you've wondered if he's nice to you because he's genuinely a nice guy, or if he's just trying to get something out of you. some people will be nice for a week or two before confessing their undying love for you -- then, when you reject them they'll have a major meltdown (you shiver thinking back to your failed online friendships).

but it's been about a year and a half since you started playing with him, and he hasn't even asked to see a photo of you. each interaction has been completely innocent -- okay not completely, but part of your dynamic is a bit of teasing and flirting here and there. nothing crazy.

so you've cherished the friendship. when you hear discord ping in the background, your heart beats a little bit faster in excitement because you always know it's him.

yunz: comp?

there's no need for pleasantries anymore. a simple comp? or call? or wyd is enough.

you answer immediately:

you: yea, join vc.

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but then you started seeing yourself get a bit too excited to hear his voice, or to get an invite to join his party. so you may have gotten a bit too self-conscious and started to distance yourself.

you didn't want to be that person to have a crush on a faceless voice. especially when everything has been going so well between you.

so you took a break.

from valorant, gaming, and him.

yunz: comp? you: actually im gonna take a break from val yunz: rage quitting?

you gnaw at your bottom lip, deciding to go with it

you: yeah, it hasn't been fun lately

that's not exactly true. as much as valorant exhausts and pisses you off, it's been fun duoing with yun. but lately, you've been laying the flirty attitude a little too thick. you wince every time you overhype one of his clutches or laugh way too hard at some stupid joke he makes.

yunz: wanna play something else?

you're caught off guard by his message. valorant has always been his main game. sure, he plays league sometimes, and he'll hop on other multiplayer games if there are enough people -- but he's never asked you to play something else.

then again, you've never really turned down valorant.

you: you play other games?? yunz: only if you want to

you grip your mouse tight when you realize you're blushing. over a discord message! ugh. you feel so pathetic for reacting to something so simple -- so platonic.

you want to cave. download some random game just so you can keep talking to him. but you hold back.

you: actually i'm not rly in the mood for games :/

dots appear above the chat box. he's typing. you wait.

and then they disappear.

shit. did you hurt his feelings?

no way. he probably has a bunch of other people to play with. he just asked you first because you've been duoing forever.

still… what if he was offended?

your brain goes into overdrive. before you can spiral any further, you shoot off another message.

you: maybe another day?

the dots appear again. and this time he replies:

yunz: gonna touch grass or something??

he's fine. if he’s still joking, he's definitely not mad. he probably just got distracted earlier.

and why would he get mad? you feel presumptuous, acting like yun is obsessed with you or something.

you: im not a total degenerate like you 🤨 yunz: mhm. well watch me rank up without you you: sure buddy

he stops responding after that.

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you've been pulling back for the past few days -- just enough to make it feel casual. like waiting a few minutes before responding to him, or telling him you're busy when all that's waiting for you is an anime that you're forcing yourself to rewatch.

the thing is, he's taken it way too easily. no follow‑up, no double texting, no 'you good?', just quiet.

you didn't think you wanted him to chase, but the lack of any reaction kind of stings. you have to remind yourself that you're doing this because you're getting to interested in him while he probably has zero interest.

and that's fine -- you try to convince yourself. you value your friendship over whatever misguiding infatuation you hold for his voice. but you wish he'd want you back, as pathetic as that is. you wish he'd suddenly flip that switch on your friendship...

you finally join the server again after a handful of days of short dm conversations. he invites you to play valorant once more as he does often, and this time you agree to join.

navigating over to his server, you see that there are two icons under the 'general' voice channel. you click on it, waiting to connect.

on closer inspection, the other icon is one of a cute anime girl.

with a familiar sound effect, you're in the call. you hear his voice, deep and masculine, even as he laughs out-loud...and then someone else's. a girl.

her voice is cute. chipper. she sounds effortlessly sweet…and pretty. like someone who'd pair really well with yun.

"yunnie, help! they're on B and i'm really scared!"

"i'll be there in a sec. i think sova died in mid..."

they're already in a game.

you feel awkward barging in like this, listening to them play together while you just sit in the call silently. so you say something to announce your presence.

"hey, you guys already playing?"

yun responds first, "oh hey! yeah we're just in a swift so it shouldn't be too long."

"oh, is she playing with us?" the girl asks.

"yea, if you don't mind." he says off-handedly, "oh yeah, bluey this is viv. i met her in a swiftplay a few days ago." yun introduces her like it’s no big deal, like you haven’t been lowkey avoiding him for a week.

"oh cool."

your stomach turns before you can stop it. okay. of course he found someone else to play with. and she does sound nice. but still.

"is this your duo?" viv asks. not to you, but to him.

you stay quiet.

"yeah," yun says. "we climbed from diamond to immortal 2 together."

"is she, like, your pocket-sage or something?"

okay... maybe she's not as nice as you thought she was.

"nah, she mostly plays smokes and initiator," yun replies, unfazed.

ok, maybe he thought that she was genuinely asking about your preferred role. there is a good chunk of girls who only play to support their boyfriends as healers...(you detest that stereotype). but there's an attitude underneath her sweet voice. one that leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

you stare at your screen, headset suddenly hot on your ears, wondering why her question hit you so hard. but then she's acting all sweet again -- "oh that's good because i like playing sage the best! it's good that we have an immortal duelist and controller!"

you let out a friendly laugh -- she just wanted to make sure you wouldn't steal her agent, you think. "i used to be a sage main before too! maybe i could show you a few walls i know."

she brushes off your offer, "that's okay, i'm mostly here to just heal yunnie."

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viv talks a lot. asks questions, both about the game and about 'yunnie'. she laughs at everything yun says, even stuff that wouldn't normally get more than a breathy exhale out of you. and you wonder if you sound like that when you're talking to him.

you feel like a hater every time you roll your eyes at the things she says.

so what? she's flirting with him. she's allowed to. you tell yourself. you don't own him...and he doesn't seem to hate it either...but it's difficult to listen to her talk to him like there isn't another person in the call!

another issue is her lack of skills.

look, you're not one to make fun of people for being new to a game, but you can tell that she's minimizing her skills to look helpless in front of yun. there's no way she's genuinely playing like that...no one above iron is that clueless.

and then there's the issue of her rank keeping you from playing the game-mode that you enjoy the most: comp. since you and yun are immortal, you can only queue with ascendents and up. she's...

"viv is silver so we'll have to do swiftplays."

you hesitate.

"you okay with that?" yun asks. "it's the only way she can play with us."

you smile into your mic even though no one can see you.

"yeah, sure," you say. "whatever works."

and usually it is fine. but only playing swiftplays for three hours?

what is the point of playing this miserable game if you're not grinding for your rank? at least comp makes you rage for a good reason!

somehow, you lose four matches in a row at some point. actually, not somehow, you know why. yun knows why. viv probably knows why too.

she keeps getting picked off (killed) early in the rounds, keeps following yun around with her healing orb out instead of a gun, keeps self-deprecating herself for some comforting words, and you're this close to leaving the game.

of course, she's still in good spirits, but you notice yun going quiet between rounds -- less comms, less banter. at one point, viv calls him 'yun‑yun,' and something flares inside your chest like jealousy dressed up in a clown wig.

you tell yourself you’re being dramatic. but you literally cannot take it anymore. you suppress your irritation as you pause the game queue. you cannot play another swiftplay.

"ugh, you know what guys, i'm actually not feeling val anymore..." you try to sound tired, but still unaffected and friendly.

surprisingly, yun agrees, "yeah, three hours of swiftplay is too much for one day." you all log off the game, but no one leaves the call.

it’s a quiet ritual by now -- the post-match limbo. when the games are over, but you’re not quite ready to hang up. any gamer would know the feeling. the soft hum of a call still going. just... existing together and having a chill conversation before logging off for the night.

you sit in your chair with your legs pulled up, headset slightly askew, wondering if it'd be weird to just disconnect. if you were to leave without a word that would make it obvious that something's up. plus yun is used to chilling for a good bit before leaving. so instead, you sit there while yun and viv trade song recommendations.

then viv says something that makes your ears perk, "yunnie, what do you look like? like, irl."

he snorts. "why?"

"i dunno. i just feel like your voice doesn't match your vibe."

"what is my vibe?"

"like... maybe nerdy? soft? you probably wear glasses or something."

"i actually do wear glasses, sometimes. i wouldn't say i'm a nerd though."

"you should send a pic. i wanna see if i'm right."

he laughs, "uh, okay?"

you feel your heart do a weird little jump. and you hate it. why do you care? you've been fine all this time not knowing how he looks... but still, you wait for it with a bated breath.

and he does it.

he drops a photo in the chat like it's no big deal.

you silently click on it.

shit. he's... really cute.

soft brown eyes framed by thin wired glasses. dark hair that falls perfectly over forehead. pink pouty lips. the kind of face that makes your heart ache a little. you weren't expecting him to dress so...nicely.

an exaggerated gasp sounds from the call, “oh my god, wait -- you're actually cute??’

yun laughs. “why do you sound surprised?”

viv giggles. “dunno. you just seem like the type to hide behind a cat profile pic forever….um, should i send one too?”

“sure,” he says casually. “you both should.”

you freeze.

you too?

“wait, me too?” you ask.

“yeah,” he replies, like it's obvious. “we've been friends for so long, but i've never seen what you look like.”

your pulse jumps. before you can think too hard, you scroll through your camera roll, pick something decent – something safe – and send it.

viv sends hers right after.

"so what do you think?" she asks him.

"you look like how you sound."

"yeah? and how's that?" she prompts.

the whole call -- all two of you -- wait for his response

"like a girl." he answers casually.

you feel stupid for the way relief washes over you. like you were holding your breath without even noticing. like it mattered. like it means something.

and maybe it doesn't. maybe he really is just that straightforward. but still. you smile to yourself, just a little. and then immediately feel ridiculous for it.

viv whines into her mic, "what? that's it??"

"yeah. what do you want me to say? that you look like a boy?"

viv just sighs in defeat.

after a pause, yun speaks again: “and bluey... you actually look like you touch grass--” he jokes. "but that can't be true. not if you're immortal."

“wowww,” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “so i look like a regular person. thanks.”

"well, not regular." he chuckles. low and warm. "definitely not regular."

---

you'd hate to admit how many times you looked back at his photo after leaving the call. you just can't believe he looks that good. how can a guy like that no-life valorant as much as you do?

a dm notification pops up as you're staring at his photo.

it's yun:

yunz: you look pretty. yunz: sorry i didn't wanna say that in vc earlier. thought it'd be weird.

your eyes widen as you read his message.

pretty? he thinks you look pretty??

ok, what if he's just saying that to be nice? better act casual. don't read too into it.

you type something out. then delete it. then type something again. god, he can probably see your indecisiveness as you type.

you: thanks. you too. you: i mean. you look handsome. you: not that you don't look pretty too.

you stare at your screen, horrified. did you really just send that??

nice one! he definitely won't know that you're freaking out on the other side of the screen...

you wait patiently and not at all stressed out as he writes out a response.

yunz: lol yunz: ur cute when you overtype

you think you're about to hurl. you reread his message again and again – half-smiling, half-panicking.

you: are you making fun of me 😤

his reply comes quickly.

yunz: nah yunz: i wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it

holy shit, when did he get so smooth?

you pause to run over to your bed and scream into a pillow, jostling the fluffy thing against your face until your heart rate slows down. then you collect yourself and sit back at your desk.

you: well you: thanks

okay, so that’s not how you're supposed to receive a compliment. 

fuck, why do you have to be so awkward!

after a longer pause, another message pops up. like he’s been debating whether he should send the message or not. 

yunz: i missed you this week

your breath catches. you stare at the words, trying to make sure you're not misreading them. but they're still there.

you: yeah? you: i kinda missed you too yunz: only kinda? you: shut up

you both stop typing. your cheeks hurt from how wide you're smiling and you can feel the blush that's plastered right over your face.

what are you supposed to say after that?

so... did you miss me because you like me?

no way. absolutely not. that’s way too bold. way too risky.

so you end up responding the only way you know how to in situations like this:

you: hey you: can we play comp tomorrow?

he answers almost immediately:

yunz: i was literally about to ask you the same thing

you take a risk.

you: no viv?

and it works.

yunz: nah, i can’t play another swiftplay after today. kinda just wanna play with you anyway.

you literally have to sit back after reading that. 

just the two of us?

sure, you're used to duoing, but after tonight...

you click away quickly to look at his picture again. 

still cute. unfairly cute.

you: ok let's play tmrw. goodnight yunz 💤 yunz: night bluey yunz: sleep well you: dream of me 🥰 yunz: ...i already do.

you close discord and sit there for a second. just breathing. the crush is definitely real. and for the first time, it feels like maybe… he feels it too.

---

note: this is the photo he sent ☺️ he KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING! (i like to imagine he had it saved on his desktop in case the reader ever asked to see him. he's so proud of the pic hehe)

[thechaoticcherub]

WIP Whenever

Thanks so much for the tag @evolnoomym !!!!

This is from something i’m working on with dad!joel. Its going to be a mini series of fics all related to each other but able to be stand alone fics!

Tw:incest, catholicism, religious trauma

“F-father Reyes?” Joel asked, he had sat up in bed and was rubbing his forehead, trying to get his brain working. Immediately his mind went to when the last time he had been to confession, or even mass had been…god damn that Catholic guilt.

“Yes, I’m calling because your daughter is here…and I’m assuming this is as much news to you as it was to me,” As soon as Father Gabriel Reyes spoke those words, Joel was standing up to go check in your room. His first thought was that Father Reyes had the wrong girl, the wrong family but he needed to check anyway.

“What?” He asked.

“Yes, I refrained from calling the police because I know her and you and thought I should contact you first.” Joel hurried across the hall, but he already knew from the sight of your door standing ajar that you would not be in your bed. Fear rushed through him, like tidal wave after confusing tidal wave.

“I’m coming now,” Joel spoke into the phone as he stood in your doorway, staring at your bed. It looked…staged. As if you had purposely folded your blanket back just so and slid from the bed, leaving it looking like a gaping maw. Empty of his child who he had so obliviously assumed was sleeping soundly nearby.

Joel didn’t remember much about getting dressed and finding his keys. He remembered nothing of the short drive from the house to Holy Trinity. It was a drive he had done so many times before, with you that he could have done it in his sleep-apparently you could walk it in your sleep because that was the only explanation. Your sleep walking had started again. Only now it had graduated from jaunts into kitchen when you were six years old to jaunts down the middle of the night suburban streets to your old church.

When he reached the nearly empty parking lot, he parked haphazardly. The night time disturbances of the last few weeks felt like they were getting odder and odder and this was one that he could not abide. It was one thing to have a nightmare and shriek in the night. It was one thing to beg to sleep in his bed…even if that had it’s own set of problems. But this…this was a different level. Leaving your home. Leaving him to wonder how the fuck you managed to get somewhere this far away.

When Joel walked to the doors of the church he caught sight of the cleaners leaving, they gave him a look that might have been judgement. Joel hurried past them and into the narthex where he saw Father Reyes waiting for him, looking flustered.

“Father Reyes,” Joel said, “I’m so sorry about this-I’m guessin’ she’s sleepwalkin’” Joel said.

“Yes, I believe she is. I came in when the cleaners called me and said there was someone in the nave. I sat with her but I didn’t think it would be a good idea for someone other than family to wake her.” He explained. Joel was barely listening, he was looking around, trying to see if he could catch sight of you.

“Yea, probably a good idea, shit-“ he broke off, “I mean…yeah, I don’t know what’s goin’ on with her.” There was a moment when he looked back at Father Reyes that he could see that judgement he had seen on the cleaner’s faces appearing on his face, but then it was gone and he was back to his holy self. After the moment passed he felt himself wanting to ask the pastor something but he wrote it off as a ludicrous question and turned to go get you.

When he walked into the Nave, he saw you immediately, you were sitting three pews back from the front. You were seemingly staring up at the cross. Joel could shake the eeriness of it. Something about the shadows, the stained glass, the statues and looming cross made the hairs on his arms stand up. This was one of the most holy places you could be in and yet, Joel felt wrong as he walked down the aisle towards where you were sitting. Maybe he had just seen The Exorcist too many times.

There was barely any light in the nave, some filtering in from the Narthex and whatever moonlight gleamed in through the tall stained glass. Joel reached your pew and sank down in the space next to you. You were still, looking forward, your hair in front of your face covering your eyes. Your body was leaned forward slightly, your hands twisted together in your lap. You were in just your nightgown.

The thought of you out walking down the backroads all alone in nothing but your pajamas made Joel feel sick to his stomach. He reached out and gently brushed your hair back away from your face. Your eyes were open but they stared blankly upwards at the cross.

“Babygirl,” Joel whispered to you, trying to ease you back to reality. When you were little and would sleepwalk into the kitchen, or into his room, he would softly and gently coax you back to bed. You would never remember it in the morning, you would giggle, your nose scrunching when he would relay it all to you. He longed for that giggle again, the nose scrunch on your beautiful face. Even now, addled, sleep stuck in your eyes, he couldn’t help but notice how genuinely pretty you were. The curve of your lips as they pouted even now, the way your deep breathing pressed your breasts-

Your head rolled around, uncanny in its swiftness, to lock half lidded eyes on him. Your eyes saw him, but there was no sparkle of recognition, or acknowledgment, or any of your typical life. Your eyes were nothing like his daughters, except there you sat, looking like you, smelling like you, breathing like you, but the creep in the back of Joel’s neck contradicted his senses

Tagging:

@mani-pedro @strang3lov3 @cosmickid-inmotion @toxicanonymity @cvntoid @magpiepills

[moonlight-ba3]

Moving in

pairing:wyatt johnston x reader

summary:since wyatt has moved out of the pavelski house and has his own place he asks you a serious question

warnings:fluff, horrible grammar, not proofread!!

a/n:I tried to make this based off this video, happy 4th of july 🎉

I was getting ready to go to my boyfriend’s new apartment. I grab my keys and head to my car. On the drive over there I have a small smile on my lips, excited to see his new place. 

The drive was only about 8 minutes. When I get to his apartment I knock on the door. 

‘’Hey’’ Wyatt says as he pulls me in a hug .’’Hi’’ I respond laughing lightly. As we pull away he places a kiss on my cheek ‘’Let me show you around.’’

While Wyatt showing me around he keeps his hand on my waist. He tells me all about the pictures on his wall, even though I helped him pick them out, he tells me about how Jamie lent him a ping pong table, then refers to the bedroom as ‘’where the magic happens.’’ 

‘’It looks really good’’ I tell him as we walk back to the couch ‘’Thanks’’ blush rising to his cheeks. ‘’I will admit it kinda looks like a college apartment’’ I stated while looking at him ‘’Thomas said the same thing!’’ Wyatt groans. 

After we ate dinner, which was leftover pizza, me and Wyatt laid on the couch with some random show playing. I felt him shift a little bit ‘’You ok?” My eyebrows furrowing slightly ‘’Can I ask you something?’’ He asks turning over to me. I nod, ‘’Of course’’ Wyatt lets out a small sigh ‘’Do you maybe wanna move in with me?’’ My eyes widen slightly ‘’Only if you want to.’’ He says quickly when he sees my eyes widen. I place my hand on his ‘’I would love to’’ Wyatts head bolts up ‘’Really?’’ I nod as my smile grows bigger. 

He tackles me in a hug, both of us laughing. ‘’I was so nervous to ask you’’ Wyatt admits ‘’Why’’ my head tilts lightly. ‘’I don’t know just thought you weren’t ready for it yet.’’ 

‘’I would be ready for it whenever.’’ He lifts his head up from my chest as he kisses me. 

‘’You better help me with moving all my stuff though.’’ I tell him when he pull away. ‘’Of course I will.’’

I smile as he places his head back in its previous spot. ‘’Does this mean I’ll have to deal with you, Logan, and Thomas’s ping pong games?’’ I ask after a beat. ‘’Oh yea of course.’’

‘’Great’’ I say sarcastically.

𐙚

When I finally move in Wyatts apartment, Logan, Thomas and Mavrik are all over arguing over who actually won at the ping pong round they just played. I feel someone wrap their arms around my waist ‘’Im so happy you moved in with me.’’ I smile at Wyatt ‘’me too’’

‘’Oh god here we go again’’

‘’Can you guys go five minutes without touching each other?’’ 

‘’Im about to jump off that balcony.”

[sunlitlemonade]

i want to write jason & natalia but head so scattered.....

[basu-shokikita]

do people like. know they can dislike a ship without blatantly lying about the dynamic itself

[perilegs]

i know astrology is fake but i'm not too keen on how a lot of people on this website seem to be clowning on it as a hobby a bit too hard. i swear the woman who thinks it's neat how she and her friends with the same sun sign are all similar isn't trying to say that you are who you are born as and there is nothing you can do to change it. it's a hobby. an interest. what happened to finding meaning and joy in the small things. does it affect you if someone enjoys tarot reading or crystals. does it make you upset someone has interests that they enjoy.

[djevelbl]

Ace Attorney crossover where, in very typical Phoenix Wright fashion, he's neglected to find out WHO IN HELL his newest client is until he's sitting right across from him at the detention center's visitation room, and he's forced to confront the fact that he's going to bat for a murderous clown who IS innocent this time around

Aka: Ace Attorney crossover, but ClownPierce is his client--

[hiddenbeks]

oooooo i need to talk abt heidrun so bad. a fun fact abt heidrun is that animals will sense that something is Off abt her. horses will become agitated around her cats will hiss at her farm animals will freeze or flee in fear and it's all very sad

[dreamcatcher-roulette]

I still haven't recovered from Sydney actually oh my god. I went a little um. Crazy. On the snapshots. And I started trying to figure out which pose to do with who and if I should do something special with yooh because she's my ult bias but ultimately I was like well but I love them all. Hearts for everyone. So the first six were in Melbourne and genuinely every single one of them was magical and I don't regret a single bit of that money because I'm first of all so happy I got to thank all of them in person but also I'm going to treasure those pics forever but then Sydney was like. The Big one. You know. AND SHE PRANKED ME.

[I removed the image because I got Scared people who know me could see the image and realise it's me even with the blur lol. She's giving me bunny ears]

So now I have six hearts and yooh doing this which is better than I could have ever imagined 😭 the spike in my heartrate halfway back to the SVIP hitouch line when I opened my photos and realised....

[two-person-job]

hi it's been a month and a new . hold. is over me. it's called hollow knight. and. I have. like. 50 hours in it. in the past two weeks. 150ish total. and i've almost 100%'d it achievement wise. I already got the pure completion/112% completion achievement the only thing I have left is um the p5 ending which i've gotten really close to. I got to abs-rad last time which is funny because the time before that I got to pv before dying and that's also funny because the time before THAT I got to nkg so each time I only got one boss further so hopefully next time if I make it past pv again i'll beat abs-rad (ofc I need to practice against her but yk (I'm so bad at fighting her)) ALSO tiso is my favorite character he's the best he's my favorite ant EVER second place goes to god tamer she's cool. I hate fighting her tho she actually can ruin my p5 run. boooo. grimm gets me my health back tho he's real one. anyways ig unpopular opinion but I LOVE godseeker idc that she hates ghost in a normal playthrough I heart her she's the best :) and I like cloth a lot too that's a normal opinion I think cloth is really neat! hive knight is also my second favorite character. I loveee the little bit of lore we actually get about him and I like how he goes "bzzz huzzah!" because that's so real hive knight!! huzzah!! and pure vessel. pv. oughh they're totally my favorite fight with hive knight being my second. pure vessel is so much funnn like idc that they already deal double damage like. they're soo much fun!!!! and speaking of vessels lost kin is also the best lost kin makes me want to cry sometimes. ough the nod after you finish the dream battle I KNOW THE LORE I KNOW WHAT THAT NOD MEANS RAHHHHH. I also like monomon and quirrel a lot. jellyfish and pillbug combo my beloved.. I want. the next username I need to make. monomonn. because I love her. and I think her name is super neat. also nkg is pretty cool but like his name is kind of. middle schooler. nightmare king grimm.. muah ah ah... but he's a fun fight he's an enjoyable fight. idc that he's also double damage it's fun!! it's so much fun I love how. he's .pink. anyways. yeagh. bzzz HUZZAH! bzzzzz HUZZAH!

[doctorwhoisadhd]

who in the torchwood team would hate nardole the most.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

oh no I stopped working for five minutes and remembered I love he...................... ;;

[hexados-on-a-string]

spectragus dont get enough credit for being a sun and moon ship but like. destructive sun and moon ship. sun and moon ship but they're the forces of nature the sun and moon actually are. the sun is harsh and relentless and unpredictable in its evil but also it's kindness, the moon is sharp and cold and cruel, a harsh light that doesn't allow you peace, but can also guide you, a light in the darkness. even on nights with a new moon, with no light in the sky, the moon is always reflecting the sun, and it'll be that way until they come to their end.

[keeps-ache]

ggghhg i hate vehiclessssssss ghghghhghhhhh [dies dies dies forever]

[official-nina-hopkins]

ACTUALLY, Being a Spanish-English speaker that loves Pokepastas/Creepypastas is suffering because the Spanish side of the fandom has such fucking good rewrites and reimaginings (Seeth and Sonic Pizza and las cartuchos de Marcos/Marco's cartridges saga by Rocket Chunk) that no one outside that sphere will be able to enjoy because of the language barrier, it haunts me frankly, no one but me and 37 k viewers will know about Dolor Encarnado and how hard it goes.