i NEED a chase/whitt x reader
"Button For Dumbass" Full/Oneshot
| business-owner!gn!reader x whitt (Chase)
in which:
— you started a tech business as a side hustle that now grew in recognition. Workers were all busy, so now you had to deal with some customers and go to their homes to fix up stuff.. And gladly he isn't rude.
| Tags/TWs : any reader, gender neutral reader, wlm/mlm, fluff, oneshot, no romance, strangers to friends, tech fixing, busy hours, work hours, shy, insisting on paying
≡ ! | a/n : «— Hi! FIRST EVER WHITT FANFICTION, he deserves more tbh 😭. Anyways, enjoy!»
Unexpectedly, your business grew when you thought it would just be a silly little side hustle. You didn't think that a single electronic online system would even grow eapidly in orders, plans and contracts — not even complaining, at one point you thought of quitting your founding job thats now felt like a pea in a full bowl of other peas.
Everything you built yourself and extra cash from your monthly payout now whirled with live under orders of many people.
Just like it usually was, you sat at your office, checking everything out from time to time, picking up your work phone to get new orders.
It was a Thursday day now, close to dinner. Workers did their job like productive bees, maybe not a single soul slacking off even.
You checked supplies of materials and products once again and planned out the new things you could add to your hustle.
RING–! RING–!
The work phone beeped one again. "Hello, It's Gaming Credit, how can I help you today?" Your greeting carried out in a customer service tone.
"Hello, uh.. I was calling if you guys did on home repairs or something. I just think that one of your products work incorrectly." The voice on the other end answered sheepishly.
"Did you write a support ticket on our email, sir?" You asked, your mouse opening a tab with pending support tickets to customers.
"No, It's just.. I didn't find time for that. Do I need to?" The young man sighed on other hand, audibly saddened.
"Not really. We just don't have much workers free now but.." You thought out loud. "We can try to find someone to send over if it's important and/or serious."
Silence on other end..
"We will send you a message and someone soon. Thank you for choosing us!" And with that finish, you stood up and left your office to quickly observe what happened in your storings. As expected, many workers did their thing, chatting between each other in silent murmurs.
You doubted that someone was free right now – if you didn't assign so many people to do their think, oh how smart.
One of your workers passed by, carrying a lightweight box. "Oh hi Paula, could you maybe take one order?" You asked.
"Uhm... I don't think so, I have an important task right now, sorry." She mumbled before returning to her work.
Dang it. Asking another person would not be pretty. Guess you'll take that work to yourself. Heading to garages where your cars and other vehicles parked at, you went for a small passenger, quickly typing out an answer to the poor boy that you just called.
Getting the address from the caller ID of a work phone, you drove to a neighborhood of the poor man who needed his shit fixed. To be honest, it was a decent place, a basic two story house and such.
Your tool box on the passenger seat clattered in sync with driving movements. Soon, you stopped in front of a house, parked and got out to the front door. Fixing yourself up and looking presentable enough, you knocked on the door.
It took a moment for any movement behind the walls to return but door soon opened, presenting a blonde man with a distressed expression — his lips were parted, brown furrowed in a concerned like expression.
"Hi, come on in," He said, fully opening the door for you to enter and do your work. "I'm Chase by the way, forgot to.. mention that." He chuckled nervously while walking towards a room that seemed to be his office.
On the table stood proud a wide, brand-new looking curved monitor, next to it stood the power block and a laptop with opened browser page of tech support.
"So.. I have a problem with my new monitor that I don't know how to solve." Chase started, helplessly lifting his hand at the desk. "I-I tried everything I knew would help but it still wouldn't connect or do anything."
You looked at the setup, nodding along as he explained. To you, it sounded like a piece of cake, free money — just needed to connect and thats all. Handling those type of tasks were a break from all those insufferable customers you had.
"Yeah, I can do that, don't worry. It won't be a problem — atleast at how you decribed." You said, putting the toolbox on the floor and coming over to the desk where that damned monitor stood.
Now, you started working. The monitor had a really wierd connection to its power block — ususal cabel either had it rough or the company gave the wrong one. You just connected the circuits the the block, as said to be tried, and now wilth a little modification for the cable, it really did start to work!
Chase, that watched it all atthe door frame, straightened up and walked over in surprise. "Wait, what did you do?" He asked, oblivious.
"I mean yeah. The circuit was just off and it needed a fix-up, nothing serious." You shrugged, leaning back from the behind of the monitor to look at him.
"Oh, that's all? I thought it was something serious!" Chase chuckled to himself, standing up. "How much do I owe you?"
"No need, it's was a simple job." You shook your head as he was about to reach for cash. But he insisted, giving you a 20 dollar bill 'atleast a tip' – you wouldn't not take it now then.
With a sigh, you and him chattered for a moment as you put your tools back and started heading back to your office. He was actually a nice guy when he gets comfortable! Chase even said that he was buying stuff from your business for a pretty long time now.
"Thank you for your help. I knew that you guys not only sell stuff." Chase said with a polite smile, opening the front door for you to leave through.
"You're welcome." You murmured back, returning the politeness. Walking back to the car, you gave one last nod of approval to him, climed in driver's seat and started engine.
After this, you had a pretty good day. About that blonde man? You laughed to yourself from his slight dumb distress — it wasn't his fault that he couldn't connect the monitor with a bad cable from the company.
Actually, his orders and services became pretty frequent, and mostly it was in busy work times too that you mostly went there yourself several times and eventually became buddies! You didn't even expect for it to happen but here you are.
Two of you got pretty close and he explained that he had a channel where he posts videos to. Ofcourse after that, you started supporting him through all, bantering even while you were on work and whatever.
Familiarity breeds fondness as easily as it breeds contempt. What begins as a silly request of fixing and a laugh becomes a reason to return, and returning becomes a reason to become friends.
≡ ! | a/n : «— Thanks for reading through! Boosting this post would be rly appreciated :)»
