psychesalcove

[psychesalcove]

thank you soso much for the tag babes!! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

lowk don't know if i fw this but that's okay 𐔌՞꜆.  ̫.꜀՞𐦯 tags: @outofthebluess, @urdeadpoet, @ssparksflyy + anyone else who wishes to join!

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[psychesalcove]

yet the words to describe you aren't so hard to find — like a good quote from a book that i've memorised

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 jinu x fem. reader

synopsis: you had always heard the passing comments jinu made about his pets. though with him always being vague about them, it was a surprise to you when you first met his beloved animal companions. cw: not proofread, lowercase intended, reader is a member of huntrix & is a hunter, lowk a crack fic but we're going w it

requested: yes, by anon 💕 (i totally accidentally deleted the ask, so thank you so much for your request anon!)

jinu being an animal lover was nothing new to you. he naturally gravitated towards animals, and it seemed that they did the same for him. when he would see any type of stray animal on the street—he was there, right by the animal, talking in that soft voice that was usually reserved for you (though you long ago accepted that animals were an exception to this).

so, it wasn't surprising when jinu first mentioned having pets of his own. the two of you were looking around a new market that had recently opened in the area. there was a section you were passing through—miniature clothing and accessories for dolls. as you were walking, jinu's steps suddenly faltered beside you. you looked over, and his gaze was locked on—a hat?

"...he would like that hat," jinu said in a whisper, almost as if it were a secret sharing it with you.

you tilted your head as you looked at the display. "the top hat?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

jinu simply nodded. "the bird would like it."

you opened your mouth, and then closed it again. now with both your eyebrows raised, you looked at him. "you have a bird?" you asked, hand moving so that it was hooked around his arm.

he nodded again. "and a tiger,"

"...i'm sorry?"

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now, you learned to question it less when jinu would mention the two animals. though, you did wonder sometimes how and where he acquired a tiger from, but you had never pressed the question.

you'd spent the majority of today in your bedroom, your laptop open on top of the blankets of your bed. you were attempting to write verses for a new promo huntrix was doing—keyword: attempting.

sometimes, the words would come to you in an instant, the rhythm of the song flowing smoothly. and, other times, like today, your brain seemed stuck. you would write down a word, stare at it, and then delete everything.

you sighed as you went to delete the few words that were written, your mind going nowhere with them. out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a soft blue glow—from the floor.

your head moved in the direction of the floor, and your lips pressed together. the hand at your side moved instinctively in the movement to summon your weapon; the glow was similar to when demons would come through, but you weren't certain. it honestly might have been your bluetooth speaker turning on by accident.

suddenly, two large orange eyes peeked up from the frame of your bed. your eyes widened, and, with your weapon fully summoned now, you stood up on your bed—not a great move, as you wobbled on the uneven surface immediately.

the two glowing eyes simply followed your movements slowly, and blinked slowly to accompany that. as you looked at the eyes from your now standing position, you saw what was attached to the pair of eyes.

it was a large, blue—tiger...?

you tilted your head slightly as you continued to stare at the animal. it tilted it's head to copy you. you blinked, and the tiger blinked.

with that, you let your weapon disappear with a soft flick of your wrist. "hey buddy," you said lightly, but made no move to go closer to the animal. it was obviously from the demon realm; though you had never seen a demon in the form of an animal. you squinted your eyes at it. what had it done in it's life to become a demon?

as you continued your stare down, the animal slowly started to move. you instinctively took a step back—still slightly off-balance from the bed—as the tiger made its way up onto the bed. in less than ten seconds, the blue animal had taken over majority of your bed.

it sprawled out like it owed the place, and then rolled onto its back, displaying its stomach to you. you stared. the tiger blinked—slowly. you pressed your lips together as the animals head went onto your keyboard, making random letters and symbols be put on your blank document.

before you could continue to stare at the strange animal that was now purring, your bedroom door opened. "dance practice was hell today—and i know, literally, what hell feels like," jinu said as he walked into your bedroom before stopping at the scene.

you, standing unevenly on your bed, while his tiger was sprawled out on your bed.

"so—i see you met derpy?" he said, though it came out more as a question.

you blinked, and took a breath. "it—"

"he," jinu interrupted, closing the door to your bedroom.

"—he has a name?" you asked, moving to the floor so you weren't standing on your bed.

jinu stared at you with a deadpan expression. you shrugged your shoulders. "obviously," he said after a second.

"...you never told me that you had a tiger," you said.

jinu let out a gasp. "yes! yes i did—i told you i had a bird and a tiger," he exclaimed, coming over to you so he could bring you into a hug—something he always did after he came back from a dance practice session.

"when you said a tiger, i thought you meant a cat," you proclaimed, returning the hug while speaking.

jinu let out a laugh at that. "your demon boyfriend says that he has a tiger and you assume he's talking about a cat?"

"zoey refers to cats as tigers—what was i supposed to think?" you exclaimed, moving away from the hug so you could watch the tiger; who you now know as derpy on your bed. he was still staring at you, and purring.

"...he likes you," jinu said, moving so he sat on the edge of your bed. he reached a hand out and rubbed behind derpy's ears.

you let out a scoff, though it came out more as a laugh. "you speak tiger now or something?" you asked jokingly, following jinu's movements to sit on the edge of your bed—though you didn't reach a hand out to pet the tiger.

jinu turned to you, and nodded far too seriously for an answer to the question you asked. with a laugh and a shake of your head, you mirrored jinu's movements from earlier and cautiously rubbed a hand behind derpy's ears. the purring—that was already happening—became louder as you pet the soft blue fur.

you smiled at the sight. "see?" jinu said as the tiger moved where your hand moved. you let out a soft giggle, and nodded.

"hes cute," you whispered, more to yourself than to jinu. you moved so that you sat fully on your bed, and derpy immediately moved his entire body so that his head rested in your lap.

you blinked. jinu blinked. derpy blinked—one eye first and then the other.

"wow. okay," jinu said while crossing his arms. "thought i was your favorite—guess not," he remarked, though there was no actual bite to his words.

"you talking to me or the tiger?" you asked while your hands softly threaded through blue fur.

jinu looked at you in mock offense. "double wow." he sighed. "the tiger, obviously" he said after a beat.

you shoot him a glare—derpy follows your motions, though his stare is less threatening. jinu puts his hands up in surrender. "just saying,"

in the span of twenty minutes, you find jinu next to you, arm over your shoulder to bring you into his side, while derpy's head still rests on your lap; your hand making constant motions to pet the animal. derpy's purring fills the previously silent room, and brings a sense of comfort to you, even though you only met the animal today.

suddenly, another blue portal opened in your room. a black bird came flying in, comically slow. you pressed your lips together and raised one of your eyebrows.

"you bought your bird the hat?"

[psychesalcove]

Hey girl! Just wanted to ask if you could make masterlist for your sbg writing !! (If you wouldn’t mind) since I can’t find one on your account 😞 anyway lots of love 🫶🏽

Hi babes!!! I’m currently redoing like all my master lists and navigation, which is why it’s not up yet LMAO

I shouldddd have the lists done in the next week-ish(….i hope?) so you’ll be able to find it from my pinned post and all that !!!

your message also lowk reminded me that I do infact have to do this sooo thank you love !!!! remember to take care of yourself and all that 💕

[psychesalcove]

HIIII

i was wondering if you could write smt like….based on baby saja and his s/o (or him) having nightmares? maybe a little angsty but mostly fluffy? if u wanna ofc

remember to drink water and eat and touch grass :)

nothings gonna hurt you, baby — as long as you're with me, you'll be just fine

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 baby saja x gn. reader

synopsis: even in the comfort of your own room, nightmares can come crawling in — your own brain creating an unsafe environment in itself. luckily, whenever you deal with the darkness in your mind, baby is always there for you.

cw: not proofread, made reader a demon hunter but like they don't attack baby and stuff, mis-characterization bc i like 2 make them more soft than they actually are, nightmares

a/n: thank you soo much for the request babes!!! I had so much fun writing this, hope you like it <3 also remember to take care of yourself — #1 most important thing to do 😼

you felt a hand at your cheek; though you weren't sure if it was from the real world or the nightmarish scape you were currently in. having dreams was common enough for you. but nightmares? more rare for you.

being a hunter was nerve wracking—but you still had expectations to meet with that. when you were fighting demons, you didn't have much of a chance to process any of the trauma that comes with the title.

which is why, on the rare occasion, that trauma manifests into a nightmare.

hence, why your brain was creating the scene in-front of you. the honmoon was long gone, the barrier between your world and evil gone. demons were crawling up from every angle, and zoey, mira, and rumi were nowhere to be found.

you let out a shuttering breath, and, before you could react, another demon made its way to you—its teeth bared at you, and you felt the pull of your soul going to the creature.

your breath hitched, and, once again, you felt a pressure on your cheek. though, this time a voice also accompanied the touch. you couldn't make out what it was saying, and your body was seemingly stuck in its place; waiting for your soul to be taken.

"—babe? c'mon, wake up,"

as you stared into the demon, and now your soul that was visible to the both of you—your eyes flew open.

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you let out a gasp, though there was no sound accompanying it. baby sat to your side in bed, in a criss-cross applesauce position. his eyes widened slightly as you fully woke, and he scooted closer to your body. as he made the movement towards you, he removed his hand from the place it was resting on your cheek.

"hey..." he said softy—a tone he rarely used, even with you. your eyes moved to his, and your breaths picked up slightly, eyes still wide. the demon that stared you down as it took what was yours still stood in your mind, and your brain couldn't distinguish real life with its imagination.

baby, seeing your panicked state, moved his hand so that it rested on your lower leg through the blanket you have over you. "hey," he muttered again. "take some deep breaths for me, yeah?" baby hummed, his thumb now drawing slow circles on you.

you took an exaggerated deep breath; though your body seemed to need it. he smiled at your response to his words, even though it wasn't verbal. "good job honey–keep doing that okay?" he hummed.

baby moved his body again once you started to take another deep breath. he moved his hands so that his arms wrapped around your waist, and then gently moved you so you were resting against his chest.

as you took another long deep breath, he started speaking again. "you're doing such a good job, y'know?" he muttered as he moved his head so that it rested on-top of yours.

after a couple minutes, your breathing returned to normal as baby kept his hands wrapped securely around you and his face snuggled into your hair.

"wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" he hummed, allowing you to feel the vibrations of his words on your head.

you took another long deep breath. "nightmare," you sighed, hand now moving so that it rested on one of his.

he laughed lightly. "well, i figured that much baby—you were muttering and crying," he sighed at the end of his sentence, and his grip on you tightened slightly.

you laughed with him, although it was more shakey than you would like to admit. "i think that sometimes," you stared, and took a deep breath before you continued. "i can't keep up with being a hunter—and, all these, expectations put onto me,"

before baby could interrupt, you kept going. "and the worst part? i'm the one who keeps putting those expectations on myself," you stopped and let out a teary chuckle. "just, sometimes, i don't know how to meet myself at the place where my brain thinks i should be,"

at this point, you were letting your tears fall freely down your face, and you could feel baby take a deep breath before speaking.

"you're so much more than just a hunter, y'know?" he said lightly, moving his face so that only his chin was pressed into your hair. "your a person with feelings—an amazing and beautiful person who loves with everything in them, and who sees the good in everyone and everything," he explained.

you felt him quickly press a soft kiss to your hairline. "your brain makes up silly things, you know that?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

he moved one of his hands from your waist to point towards the window. "see that planet out there?" he asked, and your eyes moved to where he was pointing: the planet venus, a twinkling dot in the distance. you nodded slightly against his chest.

"imagine that's you—because it kinda is. you're so, so full of light and hope. you don't have any expectations to meet, i promise you," he said. "if anything, the only expectation you have is to one: be an amazing singer—which you are, and two: being an amazing partner, which you also are." baby laughed, hand coming back to squeeze at your waist playfully.

you kept letting your tears fall, and baby's words didn't help with that (though they weren't scared tears anymore). "i love you so much," you sighed, smiling as you turned so that you were now snuggled more into baby's chest.

he chucked, and pressed another kiss to your hairline. "and i love you, so so much,"

as you driped back into a now peaceful sleep, baby stayed awake. his grip never faltered on your body, and his eyes stayed on you and only you.

"i'm gonna need you to see yourself as the amazing person everyone else sees you as someday, okay?" he hummed to your sleeping form. "you're to much of a good person to be worrying about silly stuff like that," he muttered, his patterns glowing—and pulsing softly to match with your slowed breathing.

"you're going to be okay, yeah?" he asked, though it was more of a promise he was making to himself. baby wasn't going to let anything happen to you—you were his light when he was shadowed in darkness, and he wasn't going to let anyone or anything take that from him.

[psychesalcove]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. REQUESTS FOR KPDH ARE NOW OPEN

sooo…ive written a total of two fics for this movie, and I really want to write more, I just genuinely have no plot ideas LMAO — so here I am, asking for requests 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I’m open to literally anything: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, oneshots, headcanons, you name it — and I’m also open to all the characters (saja boys, huntrix, bobby)

with the stuff I’ve written so far I’ve had a lot of fun with it, but I would loveeee to practice writing more for these characters!!

so, if you have any requests for these guys pleaseeee send them in!! I would love to write anything you guys send in :)

me if you guys so graciously send in requests:

[psychesalcove]

let me be a dreamer, let me float — i can see the whole world, from my own little cloud, up by the milky way

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 baby saja x fem. reader

synopsis: finals are around the corner—which is code for endless nights of studying, and barely any breaks. when your habits of overworking yourself starts to surface, baby, your boyfriend, is always there to aid you; in his own way. cw: not proofread, reader doesn't know baby is a demon and all that stuff, lowk soft baby (aka: mischaracterization but it's fine)

saying your desk was a mess would be an understatement. papers were scattered everywhere, highlighters long gone from their color-coded case they were in, and your computer charger was now in some forgotten land far, far away from your desk.

you didn't bother getting up to look for it though.

and, to be honest, you didn't even realize your computer was now on a battery saver—screen dark and multiple webs automatically closed. no; your eyes were locked onto a paper. a paper that should have been easy questions to answer for your final in world mythology that you've been studying for.

you let out a long sigh. this was an elective class. why was studying for it harder than your main classes?

the paper that had twenty questions on it only had answers written for three. and you had been here for at least an hour now. you sighed again, hands coming up to rub at your temples. your eyes squeezed shut, and you tried to remind yourself that you were smart, and should know the answers to all of these questions.

you opened your eyes again, looked at the next question, and groaned loudly.

in response, the blanket of focus you had created in your bedroom was disrupted by the door creaking open—louder than your groan. you heard, but didn't make any move to look at who it was, already knowing it was baby.

"hey." he said, flopping onto your unmade bed. "you usually make this," he commented, phone already out and scrolling through tiktok.

you sighed—once more—as you rolled your eyes. "can you not?" you asked, trying, but failing, to keep the snip out of your tone. "i'm trying to study, i don't have time to make my bed," you said.

baby, in response, just raised his eyebrow; not that you could see. taking his silence as a response, you returned to the paper tilted, 'world mythology: easy start-up questions'. the title you had made earlier now made you want to rip your hair out.

as baby watched your focus return to the paper in front of you, his eyes scanned over the state of both your desk and you were in. your desk had papers scattered randomly all over, a couple of highlighters and pens on the floor, and a computer that was shut off. you were hunched over a piece of paper, and you were holding your pencil the wrong way.

he sighed, and got up from your unmade bed. walking up to you, he grabbed the back of your chair, and spun you around to face him. his eyebrows raised as they took in your state. "hey," he said, repeating his words from earlier.

you raised your eyebrow in response. "yes, i know my bed is unmade— if it bothers you, you could make it,"

"take a break." he stated, ignoring your comment.

"uh-huh," you said as you rolled your eyes, moving your legs so you could push your chair back to face the desk. before you could, baby gabbed the arms of the chair, and raised his eyebrow back at you.

"you need a break, silly. take one," he said.

you sighed again, and put one of your hands over his. "hon, i can't just take a break. i have a final in like, a week—i need to study," you attempted to explain.

"mhm...how long have you been on those questions?" he hummed, his hand that was underneath yours moving to that he could squeeze your hand.

your eyes moved downward so that you weren't making eye contact with him anymore. "the material just isn't clicking right now," you muttered, lips pressing into a thin line. "that's why i need to do this now—i should already remember this stuff," you continued, tears slowly appearing on your waterline, though you weren't letting them fall.

baby hummed again, and moved so his body was crouched down in front of you. "how about this," he said, moving his hand that wasn't holding yours to your thigh. "you take a break with me. i get you a drink and snack, and we cuddle or whatever, then," he paused, seeing if you had any objections to what he was saying: you didn't. "i can help you study," he finished, his hand that was on your leg now rubbing up and down in a soothing way.

you thought for a second, but then nodded. a break did sound nice—nicer than your world mythology questions that didn't even make the slightest sense to your brain.

baby smiled at your response, and moved to stand up again, taking both his hands off you. "go in bed, i'll be back in a sec with a snack," he mused.

you moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and, as baby made his way out of your door, he made another comment.

"the snack isn't me though babe—don't get to excited,"

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it took baby a total of five minutes and twenty-two seconds to come back; not that you were counting, or anything.

he pushed the door open with one of his feet, and in his hands, he held a plate and then a cup of water in the other. a small smile made it's way onto his face when he saw that you were still sat on the edge of the bed and you hadn't ended up hunched over your desk again.

"here," he said, handing you the plate that had cut-up fruit and chips on it. baby sat beside you on the bed, and returned his hand to its place on your leg. "tell me when you want some water," he muttered.

you nodded again, and started slowly eating the food. the simple snack tasted better than you would want to admit; though you blamed that thought on the fact that you hadn't eaten all day.

the food was quickly finished, as was the water. as soon as baby set down the now empty glass on your nightstand, he moved to grab your waist, and then flopped back down onto the bed—you quickly following in suit (though not willingly).

"baby!" you said, voice slightly more high-pitched than normal. "you said you would help me after i had food," you grumbled.

he chuckled in response, his head finding a comfortable position in the crook of you neck. "yeah—after we cuddle, duh." he said. "i've been deprived of you all day, i need to regenerate," he explained.

you raised your eyebrow. "you were with the rest of the boys, like, all of today," you said while laughing lightly.

baby smiled at your laugh before sighing dramatically. "yeah, but you weren't there. plus, you also need to regenerate, you must've missed me cause of how tired you are,"

you rolled your eyes at his words. "i was doing fine, thank you," you huffed.

his arms that were around your waist gave your body a playful squeeze. "yeah, sure. you definitely weren't holding a pencil the wrong way while trying to answer a question," he laughed, head moving so it was more snug in your neck.

before you could response—which meant denying his claim, he continued. "you're to hard on yourself, y'know?" he asked, though it wasn't a question. "you're smart, you don't need to do the best all the time though," he sighed.

"just having you is enough, you don't need to be the best at everything." again, before you could respond, he kissed your neck and then bite the skin playfully.

"now—how about we make you some flashcards?"

[psychesalcove]

i'm recording this - um, while drinking a baja blast, so bear with me. okay, ready?

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 saja boys x fem. manager reader

synopsis: you managed to get yourself a position as the manager for the newest boy band: saja boys. with the lines of professionalism and something more quickly becoming blurry, you find yourself in a position of something darker—not that you're aware of that, though. cw: lower case intended, not proofread, fic is a little more focused on baby's interactions b/c he's my favorite (whoops...), reader goes to the gym but idk if that's a cw, non professional relationships with people but who's surprised

authors note: first fic for kpdh!!! idk how i did with accurately portraying the characters, so plz bear with me on that lmao :( i hope you enjoy though, this was super fun to write!!! ALSO if any of you guys have any requests for kpdh pleaseeee send them in i wanna write more for these guys i'm sure not sure what 2 write lmao

۶ৎ how you managed to snag a job as a manager to the rising idols known as the saja boys? you have absolutely no idea.

۶ৎ you were a recent graduate (with a master's in marketing, thank you for asking) and were desperately filling out job applications in your condo

۶ৎ like desperate to the point where you weren't exactly looking closely as to who you would be working for - but seriously, who could blame you? you were pretty sure everyone did that anyone, at least you think

۶ৎ days passed after you pulled an all-nighter that was spent glaring into your computer screen, you received an email (and it wasn't saying that your amazon package had been delivered)

۶ৎ you honestly thought it was a mistake at first, but your name was written multiple times in the text, and what seemed to be classified information was being shared with you.

۶ৎ yep. you had applied to be a manager for a boy k-pop group, and you didn't even remember. and you were chosen.

۶ৎ a job is a job though, right?

۶ৎ after you filled out all the online paperwork they had already sent you to solidity your newfound position as manager, you went onto your phone to see who you even were going to be managing

۶ৎ turns out, you were going to be in charge of one of the current most popular k-pop groups right now

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა you let out a long breath as you watched a variety clip from tiktok play on your screen. the saja boys were all sitting in their respective seats, and answering questions when the interviewer asked. you honestly weren't even paying that much attention to what they were saying on the clip. your mind was more focused on the fact that these five were going to be the people you were now a manager for. a job is a job, was your thought as you closed at least twenty different webpages that were all talking about the saja boys.

۶ৎ the anxiety you were having for the first day on the job? levels beyond anything you had ever had; which was saying something, considering the terrifying laundry room in the basement of your condo complex

۶ৎ you sat in your car, which was parked in the staff parking lot, to this tall—almost skyscraper-looking building. you had the mirror down, and you were scanning your face and hair for any errors

۶ৎ your hair was neatly done. makeup intact (and no, you did not have lipstick on your teeth, you checked one too many times to be sure), your necklace hanging loosely from your neck, your outfit intact, and a vanilla scent still lingering around you from perfume

۶ৎ entering the building was a whole other ballpark. you had a friendly conversation with the receptionist (quin, her name was), and had managed to navigate to the right floor where the saja boys now were (the paperwork you filled out had said they would be moving locations frequently, but today it was in this building)

۶ৎ you had found the right floor, but you had in fact not found the right room from the get go

۶ৎ (you walked into a more than sexual photoshoot going on, but you, the photographer and the model all choose not to touch more on the subject)

۶ৎ after that interaction, you found the right room

۶ৎ though, upon entering, you concluded that you'd rather be in the previous room you were in rather than this one

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა your heels clicked on the floor as the doors automatically slid open, and all five pairs of eyes inside the room immediately went towards the sound. you paused in your steps at the attention now on you, though the confident look on your face didn't falter. the boy with teal hair—whom you recognized as baby from the extensive number of videos you watched before this day—tilted his head back slightly and looked you up and down, with one eyebrow raised. fun, he's an idol who also seems to be full of himself. how great. though, as you looked at the rest of them, their egos didn't seem much different, minus the one standing in the corner, seemingly wanting to be one with the shadows. the only one with non-colorful hair was the one to speak first. "you must be our new manager, correct?" he mused, eyes doing the same motion that baby seconds ago. you curtly nodded at him, hands awkwardly at your side. even with your degree, it seemed that your classes hadn't prepared students for first-day job stuff; that was your own to learn. he nodded in return. "great. i'm jinu," he introduced himself, even though you were fairly certain they all knew that you already knew them by name.

۶ৎ the rest of the boys introduced themselves, which included:

۶ৎ romance being dramatic and saying how you must've been an angel sent down from heaven to save them all (which all the others chuckled at, though you aren't sure why)

۶ৎ abby immidentially asking if you had seen his 'bod' as he put it while flexing, very obviously trying to get a reaction out of you

۶ৎ baby was leaning against a wall, now not looking at you, but rather a phone. he didn't look up, eyes simply set on the screen

۶ৎ (not that you minded at this point; he seemed to be the most egotistical out of them, maybe)

۶ৎ your head turned towards the last person in the room who hadn't introduced himself: mystery

۶ৎ jinu quickly intersected, though, and introduced mystery for him, which still got no reaction out of said boy

۶ৎ unlike what you were expecting, they didn't really well...lay down rules for you to follow?

۶ৎ like, no instructions, plan, nothing.

۶ৎ the one thing you did have, though—your tablet.

۶ৎ you had gotten one during your time at university, the device very, very helpful for studying, taking notes, basically anything

۶ৎ so, of course, you had brought it with you

۶ৎ the only sensible thing to do seemed to be to start from skratch with these guys

۶ৎ which meant new schedule, new dance routines, studios, showings, fanmeets—new everything.

۶ৎ the rest of your first day went fine, which meant you spent it glued to your tablet, figuring out where to even start

۶ৎ romance did approach you once, and flirted, which resulted in you staring at him blankly until he scooted away, mildly dejected

۶ৎ this setup became a routine for a short amount of time

۶ৎ you would go to whatever building they were set up in that day, walk around with your tablet shoved into your face, and have minimal interaction with all the saja boys

۶ৎ though with time, you started to notice a shift with the group of you

۶ৎ it started with romance, which wasn't too surprising, figuring he was the most social with you off the bat

۶ৎ he approached you one day, phone in hand, and was grinning ear to ear

۶ৎ you raised your eyebrow at him, but let him speak

۶ৎ romance had learned about the song cruel summer by taylor swift, and, according to him, he was now a die hard taylor fan

۶ৎ he then went into a rant about how you had to schedule a dance routine to this song for the rest of them, even though it wasn't one of theirs

۶ৎ it managed to happen - and romance was living life to the fullest during that routine

۶ৎ you also learned that he loved skincare

۶ৎ love is almost an understatement for his passion

۶ৎ you would see him in the studio, backstage before a show, almost anywhere, and he would be busy doing his skincare

۶ৎ he even had a jade face roller, which he would constantly use in-between fan signings

۶ৎ one day, he saw you eying him as he did his usual routine of ice rollers and jade rollers

۶ৎ so, naturally, he came up to you and offered a face massage

۶ৎ you stared blankly at him. "you go on in twenty minutes."

۶ৎ "so?"

۶ৎ that's how you ended up sitting on a couch with romance, more closer than necessary, with him gently massaging your face with his skincare products

۶ৎ "this is very, uhm - unprofessional, you know that right?" you asked, though you were making no move to stop the action from happening

۶ৎ he simply grinned in response. "who's stopping us, right?" he asked back

۶ৎ one of your most predominant notes of him on your tablet was written as such:

۶ৎ 'romance has a weird thing with shakespeare poems, or any "romance" poem in general, kinda weird, but it's who he is,"

۶ৎ this note came from when you found him backstage, reading a shakespeare poem with over the top emotions

۶ৎ he saw you, paused for a moment, stared back at you, and then continued his performance of the poem

۶ৎ you stayed and watched, lips pressed into a thin line, but as he finished and walked away like nothing happened, you let out a small laugh

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა "there you are," you sighed as you walked into a dressing room. he was sitting in front of a vanity, products covering every surface of the top. romance raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "darling, where you," he dropped his voice down, "looking for me?" he asked, now looking at you through the mirror he was sitting in front of. you huffed and walked more into the room. "yes, i was in fact looking for you. because," you continued, before he could interrupt you, "you're on in thirty minutes, and i need to make sure that you're all good to go." he simply smiled in return. you stared back at him, pressing your lips into a thin line. "what?" you asked. romance didn't say anything, but got up and walked over to you. you raised an eyebrow at him, still staying silent. he now stood in front of you, and he reached a hand up. before you could process what he was doing, he pushed a piece of stray hair behind your ear.

۶ৎ "your shampoo smells good."

۶ৎ that's all he had to say for himself before he sauntered out of the room like he owned the place (and, knowing his net worth, he probably could)

۶ৎ you didn't blink for a few seconds

۶ৎ then, you pulled out your tablet, and jotted down a quick note

۶ৎ said note read: 'romance likes the smell of raspberry, but not the natural kind, the chemical kind in shampoo' and it had multiple question marks drawn next to it

۶ৎ and yes, you had started to keep notes on all the boys

۶ৎ not in a salker way, more in the way of you wanted to learn more about the people you now worked for, but you were too scared to ask them about themselves

۶ৎ so, you simply observed them

۶ৎ jinu loved cats. and tigers. and birds. but only those animals.

۶ৎ you had thought that since he seemed to like both cat like animals and birds, he would be fine with other animals

۶ৎ oh, you were very, very wrong.

۶ৎ at a fan meet, that was taking place outside, someone had brought their dog with them

۶ৎ when the fan got up to the table and was about to grab a signed poster from jinu, their dog jumped up across the tablet and proceeded to knock jinu over in his fold up chair

۶ৎ while the other boys (minus mystery, he just stared and tiled his head slightly) cackled at this, you, as their manager, had to handle it

۶ৎ the dog was on top on jinu, and was growling, but not attacking

۶ৎ luckily, you got the whole situation sorted out quickly, and handed the fan extra goodies to send them off with

۶ৎ not even a minute later, you were at your tablet, writing:

۶ৎ 'do. not. let. dogs. near. jinu. or jinu near dogs. they do not like him and don't think he likes them, don't know why'

۶ৎ you also figured out that he was clumsy.

۶ৎ clumsy to the point you didn't know if he was actually the leader of the group during performances or not

۶ৎ he would slip on seemingly nothing, and would especially slip and or trip on things that were especially there

۶ৎ this problem got to the point where you had a small first aid pack in your purse which you carried with you to any events the boys went to

۶ৎ you would need to start refilling the band aids at least once every week, so you don't run out

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა "you're good at this–you know that right?" you blinked. he stared. "at...what?" you finally managed, raising one eyebrow in question. jinu raised both his arms, gesturing with his hands to everything around you. "this. your job—you're good at it. and I appreciate it," he said before sighing. "i know we can be, well, a lot to put it lightly, so thank you." before you could interrupt, he continued, "thank you for being a good person." you smiled at him, ipad now forgotten in your lap. "thank you jinu. i love being with you boys, even if it is, interesting, saying the least," you breathed out a laugh as you finished, something shimmering in both your eyes and now your heart; not that you would say that out loud. "but, really, i love this job, so thank you for giving me this chance," he simply smiled in response, nodding his head once. he made his move to leave the studio room the two of you were in, and, as he passed you, he put a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed. "don't forget that, please," you heard him muttered as he walked past you.

۶ৎ abby, you learned, took his diet very seriously

۶ৎ at first, you didn't know if he had a semi toxic manager before you because of how he ate

۶ৎ though, you quickly learned that was simply who he was

۶ৎ and, it slowly became your job to make sure his ingredients for his smoothies were always supplied in the fridge and the freezer of their main shared apartment (which was more like a penthouse, in your opinion)

۶ৎ not long after you started buying ingredients for him, you also started making them for him

۶ৎ abby would claim that the smoothies weren't the same without your 'magic touch' and were deemed undrinkable by him if made by anyone else

۶ৎ you quite literally had to come to a dance studio during one of their practices because of this

۶ৎ even though the owner happily provided accommodates (which included protein smoothies) to all the boys, abby wasn't having it

۶ৎ which meant that you were called down, there to rescue abby, with a newly made protein smoothie in your hands

۶ৎ and, once he figured out that you went to the gym on occasion?

۶ৎ you officially became his gym buddy - even if you weren't aware of this new situation

۶ৎ suddenly, you found that your saturday mornings were now being spent in a local gym with abby

۶ৎ cause it was totally normal to spend time with who you worked for outside of work, right?

۶ৎ since you were now with him more at the gym, you noticed that this man - who went to the gym at least once a day, didn't have an actual water bottle

۶ৎ he would prance around with a plastic water bottle in hand, and then throw it out when you two left

۶ৎ like did he even care about the environment?

۶ৎ probably not, considering he was who he was, but hey, you can dream he at least pays some mind to it

۶ৎ which is exactly why you gifted him with a reusable water bottle

۶ৎ it matched your own owala water bottle; unintentionally you swear

۶ৎ the bottle was a light blue with a pink top that matched his hair

۶ৎ abby now has acquired an emotional support water bottle

۶ৎ he didn't even just use it for the gym anymore

۶ৎ at dance studios, conventions, fan signings, in their apartment (penthouse, again), and even just out and about on the streets

۶ৎ you were looking at a fanpage of the saja boys, making sure that they weren't being canceled for god knows what, and you saw a picture of abby

۶ৎ he was walking around in the most casual outfit known to man (an outfit you had definitely not curated for him), sunglasses on, and owala water bottle in hand

۶ৎ in honestly didn't even look like he knew the photo was being taken of him, but it was cute nonetheless that he seemed to now carry the water bottle with him everywhere, even if he didn't need it

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა you grunted lightly as you placed the weight down, hand coming up to wipe the sweat off of your forehead. another one of your weekend mornings was being spent at the gym with abby; though you had little to complain about. as you took a quick sip from your water, abby came up to you. "your form is getting better with those," he said, beaming at you. you swallowed your water. "thanks abby, you've definitely been a huge help with that," you chuckled lightly, trying-and failing-to not admire him in his post gym workout look. you thought it was impossible for him to look any happier, but he managed to prove you wrong as he took in your words. "now i just think you're trying to butter me up, sweets," he laughed, hand going up to push his hair back. you rolled your eyes, but didn't disagree. your eyes went back to the weights that laid on the ground, and you decided you could do a few more minutes of a workout before calling it a day. as you started, you figured that abby would take his leave and head to the bathroom to freshen up before the two of you left, but the hand that was placed on your waist as you were bent down into a squat made you think otherwise. "here, let me help," you heard abby say from behind you. "your form is good, but..." he trailed off and put his other hand on your lower back. with light movements from his hands, he was able to make your body shift under his movements - and, before you knew it, he was walking back slightly, eyes now roaming your figure (not that you could see that though). "perfect," you heard him mutter. turning your head back slightly, you thanked him. "thanks abby, really don't know what i would do without you here," you joked. "probably would've ended up needing surgery for my spine at this point," you continued. he wasn't calling your form perfect, but who was he to tell you what he actually meant?

۶ৎ your relationship with mystery was...rocky at the start

۶ৎ after a while of being their manager, all the boys started to warm up to you

۶ৎ all of them but mystery

۶ৎ he would be there, be present, go to rehearsals and do everything that was needed of him, but that was it.

۶ৎ not that you minded - you figured he would come around eventually, and, you liked to remind yourself that these boys are who you work for, and not your friends, and he wasn't obligated by any means to try and become your friend

۶ৎ (though the line between coworkers and friends was blurring for everyone)

۶ৎ though, even with this thought, you attempted

۶ৎ it started before a fan signing

۶ৎ you were munching on matcha pocky, ipad in the other hand, scrolling through the rest of the days schedule and making sure everything was as it should be

۶ৎ then, you felt eyes watching you

۶ৎ you lifted your gaze from your tablet to the room, and quickly found mystery standing in the corner

۶ৎ and, even though you couldn't see his eyes, you could feel his stare

۶ৎ so like any normal manager would do, you lifted your box of pocky in his direction with a smile on your lips

۶ৎ "want some? there matcha flavor, not sure if that's your favorite or not - if you want another flavor i could run and grab some before the event," your ramble about pocky was cut short as mystery came up to you and grabbed one from the bag

۶ৎ he didn't say anything, just nodded at you and did a slight bow as thanks before walking back over to where he was

۶ৎ that was the day you learned mystery adored match anything

۶ৎ since then, you started to leave small treats for him when you could

۶ৎ matcha mochi, cookies, gummies, drinks, essentially anything you think he would like

۶ৎ after a couple weeks of this, he approached you one day, didn't say anything, but dropped a box and a small piece of paper in your lap before calmly leaving

۶ৎ the box was a matcha pocky one, and the paper simply read 'thank you :)' with his name written small in the corner

۶ৎ he slowly started being more comfortable around you

۶ৎ never talking, but you noticed he now sat closer to you whenever the group was sitting down together

۶ৎ every time you talked, even if it wasn't to him directly, his head would tilt slightly in the direction of your voice - the ghost of a smile present on his face, though it was barely noticeable to anyone

۶ৎ he started to leave you small drawings, and sometimes notes that you would find taped onto the back of your tablet

۶ৎ the drawings were just little doodles: flowers, sheep, land scapes, simple things like that

۶ৎ (even though they were simple you still treasured them as though they were the most precious gems in the world)

۶ৎ the notes were also simple, but sweeter in their own way

۶ৎ they consisted of things like: 'you looked nice today :)', 'hope you feel better, today seemed rough for everyone :(', 'the outfits you organized for us were pretty <3'

۶ৎ so, even though you didn't talk to him much, he was started to be there more

۶ৎ with you being (hopefully) closer to mystery, you quickly learned that he had a different way of communicating discomfort than the rest of his emotions

۶ৎ usually, he would be silent, even if he was happy, sad, overwhelmed, anything

۶ৎ it was after a performance of theirs, and you were walking with the boys back to the car to start the drive back to their place, where you would let them be on your way as you found your own car and headed home

۶ৎ with the performance ending not very long ago, there were still fans lingering around the stadium, which resulted in them coming up to the group of you

۶ৎ one of the fans, who seemed - at least to you - to be a very sweet girl, approached you instead of the boys

۶ৎ she quickly explained that she looked up to you as a role model, saying that she always saw you in the background of videos and promos, silently doing your job

۶ৎ before you could respond and tell her that was the sweetest thing you've ever heard, a growling sound came from behind you

۶ৎ you quickly turned to be met with mystery, who had his arms crossed and was, in deed, growling at the girl

۶ৎ jinu calmly walked over (though not without tripping on his feet first) and sprayed mystery with a spray bottle

۶ৎ mystery seemed to...hiss in reaction?

۶ৎ jinu simply sighed at him, and pointed back to the rest of the boys and told him "go."

۶ৎ mystery huffed out a loud breath, but walked over to the rest of the group

۶ৎ both you and jinu quickly apologized to the girl, and you thanked her endlessly for her kind words

۶ৎ jinu then explained mystery just sometimes, did that to fans

۶ৎ though he did say to take it as a compliant that mystery did that for you

۶ৎ so. the guy doesn't speak, but he's okay with growling at people. interesting

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა you sighed quietly to yourself from your spot on the couch. jinu, and romance, had told you multiple times that you are more than welcome to come to their apartment whenever, even if it was just for doing work. which, is where you found yourself now. your tablet was in your lap, and you were glaring down at it. you were trying--keyword: trying--to figure out how to fit things into a schedule that would also allow for the idols to get well deserved rest. that was always one of your top priorities, even if it proved to be hard to do multiple times. before you could sigh in annoyance again at the timeblocks not going together, mystery was suddenly at the bottom of the couch. he was sitting on the floor, with his head resting on your lower leg lightly. you smiled, eyes leaving the schedule planner for the first time in hours. your hand reached out, and you gently started threading your fingers through his hair - it was surprisingly soft, but you guessed you couldn't be too surprised, his hair always looked very well managed. as you were about to remove your hands from his hair, his head quickly moved so it was more firmly laid on your leg. he turned his head so that he was practically snuggling into your sweatpants. you smiled again, and without thinking, ducked your head down so that your nose was pressed into his hairline gently. "thank you," you sighed, though this time it wasn't in annoyance - and was more of a breathy sentence. he didn't say anything, as always, but you could feel his mouth form into a small smile through the fabric of your pants.

۶ৎ out of all the members, baby was the only one you didn't immediately like

۶ৎ all the boys seemed respectful enough, presented themselves okay, and were rounded (though you didn't really know that fit them at all, now that you know them more)

۶ৎ then, there was baby saja.

۶ৎ the boy who had made it his mission to be a personal pain in your ass

۶ৎ he would complain endlessly about your schedules, about how much he had to do, be late to shows, not be dressed properly, not answer you even though you know damn well he heard you

۶ৎ but, after you offered a peace offering to him, he slightly changed

۶ৎ the peace offering? a pack of spicy ramen along with a 12 pack of some soda that you had seen him drinking frequently

۶ৎ the main notes of him on your ipad included: spicy anything, didn't like fabric that he claimed was 'too itchy', and was obsessed with this weird video game you didn't understand but he talked about nonstop

۶ৎ he wasn't the nicest after this, of course, but he was...softer, in his own weird way

۶ৎ he no longer seeked out annoying you, he naturally did it, somehow

۶ৎ he showed up to things on time, wore the right clothes, didn't complain - as much - about the schedule you had them on, and tried to be more engaged with interviews or shows he was on

۶ৎ during another fan meet, he was casually sitting at a table, signing posters or tshirts as fans came up to him

۶ৎ he had a lollipop in his mouth, and would take it out when talking to people, waving the candy around with his hands to go with his words

۶ৎ before another fan could approach him and ask for whatever they wanted, baby sat up from his seat, and walked over to where you were standing

۶ৎ you didn't notice him at first, because you were glued onto your device as normal, and you didn't hear anything that sounded like anyone in a panic

۶ৎ you did notice him however, when he stood close to you, hand up, holding a wrapped up lolipop

۶ৎ you blinked at him as he just smiled at you

۶ৎ and, it wasn't the normal, boyish, cocky smile you always saw him put on

۶ৎ it seemed, more genuine - in a sense

۶ৎ "its cotton candy flavored," he said, waving the treat around slightly when you didn't make a move to grab it

۶ৎ he rolled his eyes as you still didn't do anything

۶ৎ "you want it or not?" he said, hand still up holding it almost as a reward

۶ৎ you nodded your head, and took it from him, thanking him - before realizing something

۶ৎ "baby! your fans are waiting, what are you doing?"

۶ৎ he also wasn't the most talkative when it came to the group, but he was there, like mystery

۶ৎ he would lean against the wall, staring at you with a glint in his eyes that you couldn't fully place

۶ৎ taking a seat next to yours at meetings seemed almost natural at this point

۶ৎ and, trying different types of strange spicy treats and food wasn't that unusual either for the two of you now

۶ৎ though, that is more of him doing the taste testing and then teasing you for not wanting to try

۶ৎ you did try once, and he claimed the gummy bears wouldn't be to spicy

۶ৎ the whole milk cartoon ended up being gone only a day after buying it

۶ৎ you also discovered he collected pokemon cards

۶ৎ like, a lot of them

۶ৎ honestly you didn't even mean to find them - you were going through his backpack because he claimed he was to 'lazy' to get his water during dance practice

۶ৎ so, being the amazing manager you were, you went to grab it for him

۶ৎ what you found instead of a water bottle was a collection of pokemon cards neatly put into a photo book

۶ৎ you decided not to comment on it, but it now made sense to you why his screen time was so high

۶ৎ (he was playing pokemon go)

۶ৎ baby came up to you one day, and held out a threaded bracelet to you

۶ৎ you've learned from the lollipop incident that he likes to hold things out to people without saying anything

۶ৎ you grabbed it from him, while raising your eyebrow, but you still silently put it around your wrist

۶ৎ neither of you commented on it when you noticed he had a matching one on his wrist a day after he gave you yours

۶ৎ one day he approched you, and essentially grabbed your ipad out of your hands

۶ৎ you opened your mouth to protest, but he started talking

۶ৎ "do you have any cool games on here?"

۶ৎ your lips were pressed into a thin line, and then you pulled out your phone to continue what you were doing on a different device

۶ৎ he rolled his eyes, but sat down next to you and put your tablet back onto your lap

۶ৎ “pay attention to me,” he declared, after sitting in silence with you for a total of 20 seconds

۶ৎ you blinked. “are you a child?”

۶ৎ he shrugged. “might as well be,”

۶ৎ the rest of that day was spent on the couch, him sitting close to you with his arm loosely draping over the back of the couch (and your shoulder)

۶ৎ and, because you were on your phone, he went back to your ipad , where he played shark attack on roblox

۶ৎ he also slowly starting making you apart of his whole obsession with gaming

۶ৎ he would be playing on the PlayStation in their apartment (an expense baby had begged jinu to buy for him)

۶ৎ and, when you entered the room, sat on the sofa, and were scrolling through your tablet,

۶ৎ he wordlessly grabbed the other controller and put it into your lap

۶ৎ (while keeping one of his hands on his own controller)

۶ৎ you ending up caving - main reason being it was a friday night and you got weekends off

۶ৎ he was playing fortnight, but when you started playing, he changed it

۶ৎ which meant the two of you ended up playing lego star wars for around four hours

۶ৎ baby would say it was time spent well, you would say you were too tired to realize you were playing a video game instead of working

۶ৎ he also started coming to you for advice on his rap verses

۶ৎ which was not only surprising for you, but also for the rest of the saja boys

۶ৎ romance: “baby doesn’t even trust jinu with that stuff - why’s she getting special treatment.”

۶ৎabby: “i think it’s him getting the special treatment”

۶ৎ romance: signs dramatically and puts a hand on his forehead “what has the world come to?”

۶ৎ you would give him tips on his verses where you could, but you’re also not their lyricist - you’re the manager

۶ৎ even with your limited advice, baby would take every word you said very seriously

۶ৎ (even though he didn’t make it obvious he was taking your advice to that extent, he had written in the margins of his notebook, what you said, word for word, written with a hot pink sparkle pen)

۶ৎ baby also has a strange way of making jokes

۶ৎ which is code for: he only really makes that’s what she said jokea

۶ৎ even in situations where the joke doesn’t even make sense

۶ৎ you’ll be explaining to all the boys the plan for the next couple hours, and you’ll hear baby whisper under his breath while your talking “……that’s what she said,”

۶ৎ and then baby, romance, and abby will try not to laugh, mystery will just tilt his head, and jinu pretends nothing was even said

۶ৎ you don’t even pause in your speech, just shoot baby a look and then go into their costume designs for their next show

۶ৎ honesty, you sometimes don't even think that he knows what it means and says it just for the fun of it

۶ৎ keyword: sometimes

۶ৎ on some occasion, the timing of his jokes make perfect sense, and he cackles more than usual after saying them

۶ৎ you decide not to question him on the matter though

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა you found yourself back on the couch of the saja boys' apartment - at this point, the apartment was almost a second home to you, and jinu has joked with you one too many times about making the guest bedroom your room. You had your tablet in front of you, and you were mindlessly scrolling through pinterest, adding pins to a board for future costume design ideas for a show coming up. you heard the front door open, and, before your brain could register what was happening, a large weight was draped across your lap. you rolled your eyes, already recognizing the weight as baby saja. he was less than graciously lying across your lap, the position allowing his head to be on your chest. "hi." you heard him mumble into your shirt. you raised your eyebrow. "hi baby." you said. "mind telling me why you're acting like a deprived cat that hasn't gotten its pets all day?" you asked while laughing slightly. instead of getting an actual response, he simply hummed into your shirt before letting out a deep sigh. you smiled, and brought your tablet back up to your face. "long day?" you asked as you saved a picture of an outfit that seemed to fit romance's style. again, instead of getting a verbal response, baby nodded his head. you heard him mumble something, but didn't pick up on it; and you decided not to make a further comment. as the minutes passed, baby's position didn't change at all. instead, it seemed he dug himself impossibly further into your chest. in any other job position, you would find this incredibly unprofessional, but at this point, the majority of your interactions with any of the boys fell under unprofessionalism. as the baby adjusted his position again, you brought one of your hands down to his hair. You weren't thinking much about your actions - especially as you started to slowly run your hand through his teal hair. you didn't think it was possible for him to seem any more comfortable than he already was, but baby seemed to lose all sense of holding his body up more. he all but melted into you, sighing deeply into your shirt. his arms came up to wrap around your waist, and you saw his eyes close as he let out another deep breath. you smiled again, and kept the motions of your hand going, now lightly rubbing against his scalp.

۶ৎ you knew after a couple months of being the manager of the saja boy band, your relationships with them were anything but professional

۶ৎ and, they didn't seem to mind

۶ৎ nor did you

۶ৎ the lines between being their manager and being something more were blurring, but noone was commenting on it

۶ৎ not when jinu would come to you after a performance and hug you for at least a minute, talking about how much you did for them to make all the songs so smoothly

۶ৎ not when romance will come into the guest bedroom where you now stayed with his whole bag of skincare, and do his routine with you almost every night

۶ৎ not when abby would glare at anyone in the gym who as much looked at you in the wrong way, and protectively stand behind you, making sure that you are for his eyes only to see

۶ৎ not when mystery would growl at anyone — even if it was a stage crew member, who got to close for his liking (and, not that he would tell you this, but when he would silently love when you sprayed him with water because your attention was on him)

۶ৎ and, especially not when you would spend the night in baby's room, in his bed, watching any movie that seemed interesting to the two of you

۶ৎ no one commented on it - minus the fans

۶ৎ though, all of you would ignore it

۶ৎ the edits, the fanart, the memes -- everything

۶ৎ because, you were just their manager right?

۶ৎ the manager to the totally normal, idol group, saja boys

۶ৎ there's nothing totally weird about them

۶ৎ not when you would see, just for a split second, yellow glowing eyes on them backstage before a preformace

۶ৎ or when you would see purple markings on their arms after they finish their dance routine

۶ৎ because, like you said, their a completely normal boyband - and you're simply their manager

۶ৎ what you don't know, is that the saja boys are demons

۶ৎ demons, who have all taken a liking to you

۶ৎ and who knows what that means?

۶ৎ for them, and for you

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Me with you guys simping over hot men

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me with like all the pjo writers on tumblr 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Me when my fav fanfic writer posts another banger

[psychesalcove]

"that the sun has risen --- to my window, my world, of my home sweet prison," - strawberry switchblade

✧.* percy jackson x fem.reader

⋆ college au & the idea that reader has an account with a following

⋆ tw. not proofread, percy is sappy in this but reader is too because that's always how i end up writing them (whoops...), i legit wrote this in like 20ish minutes so it's very very messy but i'm working with it

⋆ synopsis. pranking your boyfriend, percy, with the trending 'current boyfriend' prank

you pressed the red recording button on your screen; you were on your main tiktok account, and, from the idea of many fans, you were pranking percy. ever since you essentially soft launched your relationship with him, your followers had been begging you to prank percy.

who were you to deny your fans from what they wanted?

after the video had started recording, you pressed a finger up to your lips, signaling to your viewers to be quiet, even though they were sat on the other side of the screen. your eyes drifted over to percy, who was walking back over to the couch from the kitchen--a glass of water in his hands for you.

"here you go, pretty," he said, putting the glass down onto the coffee table in front of you. he tilted his head as he saw your phone in your hands, obviously recording something. "what'cha doing here?" he asked, plopping himself closer than needed to you on the sofa.

you smiled and moved your phone so it captured both of you situated on the couch. "just filming something they've been asking for," you said, free hand coming up to grab his hand. before he could ask further, you started speaking to the camera.

"since a few of you have been asking, i decided i would just make a video instead of just responding to some of you guys--just so everybody got the story," you started, percy moving himself so that his legs laid over yours as you spoke.

"me and percy--my current boyfriend--met at a statistics class freshman year," as you started your story, you felt percy shift next to you, and you could feel his eyes on you instead of the camera now.

"baby," he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

you looked over at him, hand squeezing his. "is it okay that i'm sharing this with them? you asked, knowing that wasn't the point of his interrupting your filming.

"of course i am," he said, hand squeezing yours back, but you could see a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite make out. "i'm more focused on the fact that you referred to me as your 'current boyfriend'," he said while laughing lightly, though you could tell it was just to lighten the mood for him.

it was your turn to raise your eyebrow at him. "well yeah? aren't you my current boyfriend?" you asked, keeping your tone to sound like you didn't get the point he was trying to make.

percy blew a breath out of his mouth. "yes, i am your boyfriend right now," he said, eyes going to your hands that were still intertwined instead of your face. "but, like, wouldn't it sound weird if i said you were my 'current' girlfriend to someone?" he asked, thumb rubbing circles onto your palm.

"that makes it sound like i'm not yours and you're not mine," he said, pressing his lips into a thin line, thinking. "it sounds like we're a temporary thing, and not a thing that is going to stay, which i think is something we can both agree we don't like the sound of," he rambled, eyebrows furrowing as his thoughts counited.

your giggling brought him out of his thoughts. "perce," you said, taking your hand out of his to softly grab at his face, "it was a prank, love," you laughed, "a lot of viewers have been asking i do that, and i couldn't help but give in," you counited.

"i'm sorry, my love," you giggled softly, bringing your face to his to press a light kiss to his jaw, and then his cheek. his eyes shifted from where your hands were once together to where your face was, eyes now twinkling with admiration.

"gods, are you telling me that my gorgeous girl was able to prank me that good?" he asked jokingly while laughing, bringing his face into the crook of your neck. "sorry i got so sappy there," he said.

"i just didn't like the thought of you thinking that we weren't something that was special and going to last," he mumbled into your skin, hands coming to rest at your waist.

you cooed lightly at the words percy said, "honey, you know that i would never think of us as something so little as that--"

"i love you so much, my pretty girl," he sighed, hands moving from resting on your waist to hugging it, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

you brought your head down to plant a soft kiss into his hairline. "i love you to so, so much, perce," you responded, the tiktok long forgotten as the five-minute recording ended and your screen went dark.

safe to say that your followers did not get that video the day you filmed it.

[psychesalcove]

omg you’re back !!!

I am babes !!! my goal is to # not go m.i.a for the rest of summer break lmao 💔💔 I have a bunch of fic ideas sooo I hope that I can get those out soon and stuff !!! 🙂‍↕️

ALSO !! your account theme is soso cuteness I actually cannot handle it babes, it's so pretty 😞😞

[psychesalcove]

"'cause if you want, you could stay with me in my bed — if you want to, only if you want to" - beabadoobee

✧.* percy jackson x fem. reader

⋆ college au

⋆ tw: literal fluff all over, not proffered, percys a lover boy but reader is also a lover girl sooooo…

⋆ a/n: guess who's back after basically going mia for likeee forever !! I am finally in summer break, meaning that my motivation came back for writing -- the last semester of school fully kicked my ass and I just didn't have the motivation to write anything for this blog, which I apologize for :( I am taking a summer math class this break, so I wont be posting a lottt, but my goal is to definitely post more !!!!

"wait—wait, it's cold," percy laughed, gently pushing your hands away. you had convinced percy (which was more like asking nicely) to do skincare with you. your routine was a consistent part of your day; it let you wake up in the morning, and mellow you down to fall asleep.

so, including your boyfriend in your sacred routine seemed natural.

"it's supposed to be cold, perce." you huffed, bringing your hands back up to his face. "it's an ice roller, like i said," you re-explained, holding percy's jaw with one hand while you started to move the ice across his face.

percy whined, but showed no signs of disinterest to your hands being on his face. "gods, why would you willingly put ice onto your face?" he asked, hands coming up to grasp the sides of your waist.

"because, perce, it feels nice. and, not to mention, it helps with puffiness and eye bags." you explained, moving your ice roller so it went under his eyes to go along with what you were saying.

his hands gripped your waist tighter as the ice got close to his eyes, and he squinted at you. "are you saying that i have eye bags, pretty girl?" he laughed, one of his hands going under your shirt. His thumb started rubbing circles into your skin, causing you to giggle.

"yes, percy jackson, i am in fact saying you have eye bags," you proclaimed, your unoccupied hand coming up to gently rub percy's undereye. "you need more sleep,"

"tell that to my professors, pretty," he laughed, moving his head so it rested in the crook of you neck.

you quickly pulled away. "percy! you're cold, we can cuddle later," you shrieked while laughing.

"and who's fault is that?" he laughed back, head still reaching for your neck.

"okay, okay, it was my fault, but we still have more to do," you giggled, hands coming up to his shoulders to push him back to his original sitting position.

he groaned, but quickly stopped once you stared at him with a deadpan expression. "what's next?" he sighed, eyes solemnly looking over at your skincare bag that was filled to the brim with all your skincare.

"only some moisturizer and then serum," you said, reaching over to your bag to shuffle through the contents.

percy nodded along like he knew exactly what you were saying before pausing, pressing his lips together. "wait, what are those again?" he asked, knowing full well that you told him before you started doing his skincare.

[psychesalcove]

you have a mythological beauty, you have the eye of someone i have seen.

♡ percy jackson x fem.reader

sypnosis: (college au) as college students, your days were filled to the brim with classes and work to be done. percy, and you still manage to find time for each other, even if it is just a bath.

tw: bathing together but not sexually, not really any plot I just wrote as I went, mentions of getting burned (from a candle), being naked but again not in a sexual way, percys down bad for reader but who's surprised, not proofread.

a/n: guys whosss back!! again, i apologize for not writing for so long, schools just been kicking my butt, as it always does. i really should be writing a research paper rn, but my wanting to write got way to big to ignore, so here we are!! i missed writing for this blog so much, sorry again for going m.i.a 😓

"hey, you." You muttered lightly as you walked into the living room. your online classes for the day—which meant finally being able to come out of your office you had been cooped up in all day. percy looked no less tired than you; he had a half filled out google doc open on his computer, but it looked like he hadn't made another attempt to write for a while.

his head moved at the sound of your voice, getting broken out of whatever trance he was in. "hey yourself," he hummed, hands moving from the keyboard to your arms where he started rubbing up and down. "how was your day?"

you sighed slightly, relishing in the feeling of percys hands on your arms. "same shit as always. our class got a new project, but she hasn't given out our groups yet."

percy winced, his arms coming to a stop so you could rest your hands on his. "im sorry, pretty. hopefully, you'll get a good group," he said, hand leaving its place on your arm to close his laptop. "i don't think thats gonna get done anytime soon," he stated, more to himself than to you.

you tilted your head slightly at that, but percy already responded to the question brewing in your head. "it's not due for another three-ish weeks. I'll get it done before then, promise," he laughed as you smiled at him.

"well," you started. "since it seems both of us are done with work for today, how do you feel about a bath?" you asked, watching percys face light up at the suggestion. you smiled at him again. "you can go start it and i'll make tea for us—i got camomile the other day at the store," you pulled away from percy and headed to the kitchen as you heard his footsteps fade into your bedroom.

—

no sooner had the water started boling on the kettle did you hear the sound of water running from the bathroom. taking a bath together had become something both of you enjoyed doing; it allowed for your minds to process all that had happened throughout the day while enjoying eachothers company at the same time.

you quickly grabbed the two mugs from the counter that now held hot camomile tea and started your walk to the bathroom.

—

percy was sitting on the toilet seat when you walked in, lighter in hand. you raised an eyebrow at him. "what are you doing?" you giggled, setting down the mugs on the counter.

"im trying to light the candle without buring my skin off, thank you very much," he said as he rolled his eyes playfully at you, gesturing aimlessly with the lighter, trying to prove his point.

"here," you hummed, grabbing the candle and lighter from him. percy could usually light candles for the first couple times, but if the wick gets to short for his liking, he ended up burning himself.

"i used the lavender bubble bath, i hope that's okay," he said, grabbing the now lit up candle from you so he could put it on the edge of the tub. you smiled at him, signaling that the lavender sent was fine.

percy stepped into the tub, and it was then that you noticed he had already taken his clothes off. he looked at you expectedly. "you gonna come in?" he prompted, raising his arm out of the water—showing off the bubbles that were already all over him.

"my gods, be patient perce," you joked, already removing your sweatpants and top. "you were in here for longer than me, and be grateful i made you tea," you said as he simply laughed in response. you quickly found yourself in the warmth of the water, now sitting facing percy.

"hi," he giggled, showing you his teeth.

"hi." you replied. the bathroom was casted in a warm glow from the vanilla candle lit, and the light sounds of water rippling only added to the blanket of solace that the bathroom was encased in.

"what are you doing over there still?" he asked, moving his arms under the water so that they now rested on your hips. "i wanna be closer to you," he said in a semi-whiny voice, hands slightly tightening their hold on you.

you giggled and pointed at his face. "i'll cuddle you—if you get the fake mustache off," you said, refering to the bubbles that were on his face; you didn't think he even realized it was there. before he could respond, you moved your hand to softly wipe away the suds of his face, his smile greeting you as you removed your hand.

you sighed and smiled back, moving your body so that you were now in between his legs, your back on his chest and head resting just below his chin. "happy now?" you giggled, feeling his hands come to rest on your stomach.

"very," he sighed, his nose coming down to rest on your head. "i didn't ask earlier," he mumbled into your head before realizing you probably couldn't make out what he was saying. "do you think we could go to that new flower shop this weekend?"

you hummed. "the one on the same street as that good pizza place?" you asked, your hands going to his arms to rub them soothingly; repeating the motion he was doing to you earlier.

"yeah, that one." he mused. "i wanna get mom and you flowers, there were pretty hibiscus flowers i saw," he countined, his thumbs moving in slow circles on your stomach.

you giggled again and moved your head to press a light kiss to his upper arm. "you just got both of us flowers, perce."

you felt him shrug his shoulders behind you. "maybe, but the two prettiest girls always need new flowers," he said so simply, as if he didn't just say the most precious thing you've ever heard.

"oh, and i put your favorite towels in the dryer so i'll go and get them before you get out,"

if your heart didn't explode from the previous statement, than this one most definitely did. you fully turned your body so you were facing him, and then you gently pressed your lips to his.

you pulled back, putting a hand to his chest as he tried to chase your lips. "percy jackson, the man you are," you stated. he simply grinned at you, looking into your eyes with nothing but love and devotion to you.

[psychesalcove]

[psychesalcove]

i have emotional motion sickness, somebody roll the windows down.

♡ tyler hernandez x fem. reader

sypnosis. tyler knew that the phantom realm wasn't a friendly place. it didn't have mercy on anyone—including his girlfriend, you. he knew he should never let his gaurd down, but the one time he did, it ended up harming you.

tw. tree incident just with reader instead of tyler lol, i used google translate for spanish so it's prob wrong (i apologize my spanish speakers😓), blood gore things as usual, not proofread :`(, shitty writing lmao

"jesus christ," tyler heart ashyln mutter from a couple feet in front of him. that wasn't the first bad sign. tyler was already close to an anxiety attack—he could feel the quickening of his breath and heart, and the buzzing feeling in his head.

he knew, he knew that he should have been more careful with you. he didn't want to seem to protective; you could handle your own out here. but this time—the one time he wasn't paying to much attention to you, the worst situation happened. he saw just the last of it; taylor screaming your name as you flew out of the car.

he should have been there to save you.

right now all he could do was walk up to where ashlyn was, hoping that whatever she was seeing wasn't the senario he was playing out in his head. as soon as he layed his eyes on you, his past made up situation didn't seem to bad.

it looked like you were still alive, coughing up blood, creating an awful gurgling sound from your throat. tyler held back a sob as he started running over to you. "what are you doing idiot?!" he yelled behind him, where ashlyn was still standing. at his voice, ashlyn jumped into action, following tyler up to the tree where you (and hopefully not just your body) was.

first and hardest step: getting you off of the tree. he tried to be as gentle with you as possible, but going slow seemed to only create more pain for you. "tyler." ashlyn stated, overwhelmingly calm for the situation they where in. he didn't trust his voice, so he simply nodded while still staring at your bloodied face. "we need to lift her up faster," she explained simply, as if she was just giving directions for a presentation project.

he guessed that's why she was the leader—she knew how to stay calm in these types of situations, whereas tyler was near hyperventilation territory. he nodded again, moving his arms to your back as ashlyn did the same for your other side.

"sorrysorrysorry.." tyler muttered as they started lifting your body. hearing your broken whimpers and whines from the pain nearly broke him, but his priority right now was getting you safe; he could deal with his emotions later.

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they laid you onto the ground, your coughing still persistent and not letting up. tyler then allowed his eyes to roam over your body, now seeing the extent of your injuries. "santa mierda..."

he didn't have much time to do anything before ben was gently pulling him away from you; causing tyler to glare at him. "the hell are you doing?" he asked, not moving away from you. ben only looked at him with sympathy.

taylor came up grabbed his hand. "let ben help her," she said gently, though she looked terrified while saying it. he surprisingly listened to her, but he was as close to you as he could be without getting in the way. "she'll be fine," taylor whispered to him—though he wasn't sure if it was for his comfort or hers. he didn't respond, but he held onto taylor's hand tighter. he could only hope that you'll be okay.

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after what seemed like hours, ben finally stepped away from you. tyler immediately rushed up to you—dropping to the ground in record time. the rest of the group decided to stay back, wanting tyler to get collected before they approached the two of you.

it seemed that you had passed out; which wouldn't be to suprising, considering the injuries you has sustained. tyler put his hand under your neck, supporting your head so it wasn't at an awkward angle. "m'so so sorry cariño.." he muttered lightly, head still swimming with anxiety.

he was usually better at managing his attacks, but without you there, it definitely made an impact. "you're safe now. i promise." tyler countined—his head still had the buzzing sensation of dizziness due to his short intake of breath.

"im so sorry i wasn't there. ill try harder next time, i promise." he finished, bringing his free hand to grasp your limp hand. "you'll be okay. you'll be fine—"

"tyler, we need to start going; phantoms will start being attracted to this area." ashyln said, walking up to tyler and putting a hand on his shoulder. "we'll all keep her safe." she added, noticing tyler's hesitation with getting up.

he nodded to her again and silently got up, ever so gently carrying you with you. taylor smiled at him from where she stood by aiden. 'she'll be okay,' she mouthed to him. he didn't have it in him to say anything back, but the words swirled in his head.

"i'll never let something like that happen again to you." he whispered into your ear, praying that in your unconscious state you could still hear him. "i promise."

title: motion sickness — phoebe brigers

ALSO! I got this idea from other fics that are the same premise, so creds to them for the plot of the fic 😛😋

[psychesalcove]

drowning in a swimming pool (doing drugs is really cool), take a sip and then it's gone (it's a hit, not just the song)

♡ aiden clark x fem. reader

sypnosis. there's no denying aidens an adrenaline junkie. most of the time, he gets it by being in the phantom realm, recklessly driving, or just being a stupid teenager. the thing that he gets the most adrenaline from? being with you.

tw. like one swear word (idk if that's a trigger or not), not proofread at all :`(

"why aren't you out doing something else?" you grumbled as you pushed aidens hand away from your face for the tenth time in five minutes. you were catching up on english work you didn't do in class—or at least attempting to. aiden had invited himself over, and he was now desperately trying to get your attention on him.

"because i want to do something else with you," aiden all but whined, flopping onto your bed very, very dramatically. "can't you take at least an hour off?" he asked, proping himself up on his elbows to look at you on the floor hunched over scattered papers.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "what's there even to do in this town anyway?" as you said that, you were already starting to put away your highlighters and reaching for your shoes.

aiden grinned as usual, realizing you caved in. "claire's?" he asked—even though you already knew that's where the two of you would end up; he loved that store with everything in him.

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as soon as the two of you entered the mall, aiden made a beeline for claries. he grabbed your hand in the process, dragging you with him. the mall was pretty vacant—as it always was—it haven't been redesigned since the 80s, so everything was outdated and most people preferred to go elsewhere.

claries was one of the few 'modern' businesses that was there; a lot of the stores consisted of old antique shops and a few shitty coffee places.

the employee raised their head at the sound of footsteps approaching quickly, their grimace present on their face when they realized they would have to watch you two to make sure you didn't steal anything.

adien gasped loudly, paying no mind to the worker, and dragged you (again) over to a display. "this would literally go so well with my clothes!" he exclaimed, grabbing a stich backpack with his hand that wasn't holding yours.

"definitely," you giggled, though you weren't sure if he was fully joking with the statement. "have you ever gotten any of their earrings?" you asked, sussesfully getting aidens attention away from the lilo and stich display you where at.

"obviously! where'd you think i got those hello kitty earrings?" he laughed, walking the two of you over to another display.

you remembered those earrings—aiden claimed that they were his prized possession until you had made him a bracelet a couple weeks later. that had very quickly replaced his favorite item he owned.

"do you wanna get matching necklaces?" aiden suddenly asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. you looked over at aiden, who had his head tilted slightly, a smile still on his face as always. his smile was always different with you before you even started dating. it was softer, and held a sense of care in it; instead of his usual smile, which was just a maniac grin, according to tyler.

"of couse," you laughed, eyes scanning over the pairs of necklaces displayed infront of you. "which ones do you like?" you asked, bumping his shoulder with your own.

"i like them all," he shrugged. "i want you to pick whichever ones you like the most," you smiled at his words, and countinued looking through the jewelry.

"what about these?" you asked, grabbing them and holding them up to aiden. the necklaces were a sun and moon; a pretty standard matching set. it fit the two of you though.

aiden was like the light in the darkness. he always found a way to find good in every situation, place, person—everything. that had helped you a lot, especially with the phantom realm and everything that came along with that. aiden was the night light that guided your path; something you would cherish forever.

aiden light up as soon as his eyes scanned over the necklaces. "those are perfect!" he beamed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your cheek. "i'll go buy them and then we'll go get food somewhere," aiden explained before walking up to the counter.

you guess he did see that the employee was watching the two of you—he liked occasionally steal things just for the fun of it, but he didn't like doing it when he knew he would be caught.

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after aiden got the jewelry, the two of you walked out into the main area of the mall. "can we put them on now?" aiden asked, practically buzzing with the energy in him.

"c'mere," you said, taking the necklace out of the packaging and signaling for aiden to turn around. he obeyed, turning his back to you so you could put the necklace on. the task was finished quickly—and he did the same for you, though it took a bit longer for him to get the clasp attached.

as you turned around, aiden quickly pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling away just as fast so he could admire your moon necklace that now adorned your neck. "it really suits you," he mused.

aiden then brought his necklace up to yours, allowing the two to mesh together and become one.

the sun and the moon—or—aiden and you.

he smiled, looking at you as you looked down at the necklaces. he was beyond lucky to have you. sure, the excitement he got from knocking out phantoms or jumping off of his roof was nice, but this feeling would never compare.

the feeling of being with you. it made him feel whole, like anything was possible, that absolutely nothing else mattered besides the two of you. that's the feeling he loved the most.

title from: summer 2000 baby — tv girl and george clanton

[psychesalcove]

i like boys that like their mothers, and i have a thing for brothers

♡ tyler hernandez x fem. reader

sypnosis: tyler interacting with his not so secret crush (that's quite obviously, you).

tw. i fear this is my sloopist writing ever pls forgive me sbg community i promise i'll do tyler justice soon 😚😓

everyone was downtown; a group hangout that was surprisingly happening a couple weeks before finals. usually, tyler and logan would be too deep into their studying to break away from it, but their minds were elsewhere as of now (at least you guessed).

you came to a stop in front of a comic store. aiden was already up against the window, staring at a batman comic book with a longing look. before you could giggle at him, tyler had moved over to stand in front of you.

he didn't say anything, instead moving his knee so it was sticking outward slightly. you tilted your head at him. "what?" you asked with a smile on your face.

he huffed, eyes moving downward. "your shoe. it's untied—i don't want you to trip." at his response, your eyes trailed down to your shoes, where your right shoelace was undone.

"oh." you smiled. "thanks, tyler." as you proped your foot onto his knee. tyler only hummed lightly in response, hands already busy at fixing the shoe lace. as he finished he patted your lower leg, signaling you could put your leg down.

"be careful," he mumbled, already moving back to stand next to taylor.

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tyler and you were walking home from school—you stayed late to watch tyler play, a routine that had started recently. walking home was always a peaceful activity for you: being able to walk with your thoughts and process everything that happened that day.

walking with tyler only made it better. he never talked to much, but also didn't make it awkward by not talking at all. your hands brushed together every now-and-then, but neither of you took the next step and actually held hands.

a car speed past, creating a wind chill that made you squint your eyes. tyler suddenly went behind you, gently putting one of his hands on your waist and directing you to the side he was just on. as you moved, he moved to where you once stood.

you moved your head to look at him quizzically, eyebrows raised in amusement. tyler simply looked at you with a shrug of his shoulders. "don't want you getting hurt," he said, turning his gaze down so you wouldn't see his red face.

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everyone was in the kitchen, making breakfast (at least, attempting). you sat on a barstool next to ashlyn, who was just scrolling through tiktok, waiting for the coffee to start its effect.

as you sipped on your tea made earlier this morning, tyler came up behind you and rested his head on your shoulder. "mornin'" he grumbled, breath ticking your neck.

you giggled lightly, not used to tyler being this affectionate with you. you figured that it was due to him still being half asleep—you knew that he would be beyond embarrassed to be this touchy with you, especially in front of other people.

"how'd you sleep?" you asked quietly. you doubled that anyone could hear you over aidens constant talking. he mumbled something incoherent, mind more busy on staying upright and not falling asleep on the spot. you simply smiled at him, your hand coming up to rub lightly at his neck.