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lupically · 3 years

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#FEF5F1 | DILUC RAGNVINDR.

genre | fluff

word count | 1825

warning | none

note | i finally wrote something for my top husbando :’)

it came to you as a surprise that diluc, at all, sleeps.

there has always been this fantasy version of him in your head, a fantasy that lacked the great ideals and bright adventures most fantasy novels you have read consisted of. in contrast, your fantasy of him was insulting and otherworldly at best—someone restricted to the rules, a personality as plain as a dull purple doormat, a total stick in the mud that kills joy at the mere sight of it, an emotionless robot that has no use for human necessity such as the bathing and sleeping.

does diluc even need to consume food? you have literally never seen him eat or drink anything before. has he ever taken off his gloves to pick up a hamburger—oh, archons, you just realized now that you have never seen the skin of his hands before. he always has gloves on! was it to hide something?

"oh, wow," you exclaimed lowly to yourself as you leaned forward to examine the hands of the very annoyed red-haired man before you. your long-term question was finally answered. "fascinating... so you do have hands!"

diluc spared not even a glance toward the limb you were so interestedly staring at. he kept quiet for a moment and peered down at you from his bed, one leg propped up and the other stretched out—a rather awkward position he had no time to get out of after he almost burned you alive for sneaking into his bedroom in the winery.

"what drunk wind blew your incompetent self here?" he asked, ignoring your remarks about his lack of real and human hands. whatever you meant by that? you were always spilling weird things out of your mouth, you might even be worse than venti, he reckoned.

you glared up at him after hearing his mindless insult. you were only fifty percent sure (which was already a lot in your book!) diluc never actually meant those hurtful words, that they simply fly out of his mouth due to his weird need to make sure everyone around him knew that he leaves no room for unnecessary sentiment.

being kind blatantly was not his thing, and he has no intention of being applauded for being a decent person. why that was, you couldn't be sure. you had your assumptions, but kaeya turned out far too different than diluc that you weren’t sure if you should put your finger on the assumption. you also didn't dare dive deeper into it because (a) you just weren’t invested enough, and (b) by then, it would be a family business you would hate to indulge yourself with.

"kaeya dared me to take a picture of your sleeping face in exchange for some wine. our good friend, the honorary knight's smaller friend also wanted it as a possible blackmail souvenir," you told him honestly.

diluc immediately murmured something you couldn't quite hear, but he looked more confused than annoyed when he glared down at the mattress of his bed. he grumbled something along the lines of how the roles were definitely reversed. you didn't press further about that.

"if that is what you came here for, your best bet is to leave the way you came," he said after a moment, pointing a cold hand toward his bedroom window. "you're not taking any pictures of me."

you snorted, holding up your kamera and tapping the lenses. “uh, i think i came pretty close to taking a picture of you sleeping, diluc.”

“i had woken up the second you walked through my bedroom door. you could never,” he said.

you hummed under your breath, eyeing him suspiciously. he was probably telling the truth. he barely struggled in surprise when he grabbed your hands in the dark; was it pure luck that he perfectly found where your kamera was on the first try or does diluc secretly has night vision? your guess was as good as the unknown.

not to mention, he looked normal, just like someone who may be in the know of your intrusion. he appeared grumpy but that was just his normal state. you could barely get him out of a frown even if you pay him, mainly because he wouldn’t need your money, but also because he was stubbornly against smiling, it appeared.

"you know, i was surprised at first. i didn't know you sleep at all! i always thought you kind of just shut down, or maybe you have stayed awake all your life," you said with a shrug, and when he deadpanned at you, you defensively waved your kamera around. "i'm sorry! i just–you don't strike me as a person who sleeps!"

"so dead, then?" diluc asked calmly, although there was very little calmness in his facial expressions, especially those judgemental eyes of his.

"not dead! just... not really human–" you paused and pressed your lips together, thinking back to what you said to him and realizing that he might have a point. then you turned to him. "you also eat, right?"

��are you leaving or not?” he asked, a hint of flare in his voice that if you looked closely, you may see fire emerging from his body.

being stubborn as ever, and knowing that diluc would never really hurt anybody he knew to be good people, you feigned thoughtfulness for a second. tapping your finger against your chin, you scrunched your nose and shook your head. setting the kamera lumine forcefully had to borrow you between your crossed legs, you flashed him a mischievous grin.

“no,” you said. “i am getting that picture out of you!”

“like i said,” he said, “you will never.”

“fine! then i guess i will just have to sit here and wait for you to fall asleep on me,” you said, slapping your hand down on his soft mattress. “don’t try to force me out of here! i will make it way worse for you!”

diluc furrowed his brows, wondering if you meant what you said. when his questioning gaze couldn’t get even an ounce of budge from you, he could only sigh in frustration. if you planned to sit on his bed until he doze off, then you would definitely make it worse if he tries to dump you out of his bedroom through whatever means you could.

he may be a skilled swordsman and a vision bearer, but unfortunately, he was not immune to bullshits from the likes of you.

diluc closed his eyes to savor the tiniest bit of sleep he managed to get before he heard your extra loud footsteps creeping around his room. he was supposed to get a good night's sleep, which was something he hasn't had in a while because of all the business schedules and his side vigilante job.

he was supposed to rest tonight, and there came you.

there always comes you.

dilly-dally, unpredictable, the epitomie of 'knights of favonius... always so inefficient,' letting klee out of solitary confinement and causing a ruckus amongst the responsible adults kind of irresponsible, has paid for his wine at least a zero number of time kind of broke, and was just always here to ruin his mood at the tavern every single day.

most of the time, diluc thought about you in a negative light, much like he did with everyone around him and the entirety of the knights of favonius. but there was a version of you in his head that painted you as somebody different—somebody respectful, somebody worth keeping around...

somebody he likes, perhaps.

after all, joy was never prevalent in his life. it used to be, but that was a past he has long forgotten the details of. even if he wanted to remember them now, he could only remember snippets that wouldn’t guarantee him a good nostalgia. he may just end up feeling worse at the end. the only constant influx of distraction he has now seemed to be either you or venti, and with the godly bard as his other option, he would much rather choose you.

but it was not because that venti was too hard to confine in. you were just as hard to talk about problems with considering your optimism and fickle attitude.

what diluc wanted was permanence; a train that never stops, a bottle of wine that continuously refills, dandelions that do not stop flying even after it reaches celestia. and venti was too understanding and abstract to be one. as interesting of a character he may be, venti knew when to leave people alone. or, occasionally, he just cared too little. after all the city of mondstadt didn’t lack a god because he was responsible.

you, though. diluc could never pinpoint if you were as dense as you appeared to be, or if you did know how to read the room and simply chose to ignore it, but you never leave people alone. you never left him alone; you unknowingly pick a petty one-sided argument with him all the time, you get drunk at the tavern and somehow has never let anybody take you home but him, you barge into his bedroom in the middle of the night because of some stupid dare his brother made you do and you still refuse to leave despite being sleepy.

you give him a way out, whether he likes it or not.

arms crossed in front of his chest, he deadpanned as he watched your head drop lower and lower to the mattress. soon enough, you were snoring away on his bed with the gadget discarded by your feet. he watched you in silence, your cheek smushed against the surface and the intensity you always radiated lessening from your body. you looked normal now; not energetic, not talkative. just sleeping peacefully, the way he always made sure you were after carrying you home.

diluc’s heart was finally softening under the knowledge that nobody was watching him anymore. the pessimistic monster that often emerges from him was still here, but in the face of you, it has painted itself pink and it has forgotten vengeance and retribution. in the face of you, it has been dragged out from the death it once laid and became forgiven.

carefully laying your head down on the pillow, diluc draped the blanket over your shoulder to tuck you into his bed. after making sure you were fine and well, he placed the kamera on the desk in the room, somewhere visible you could find once you wake up, and he left for one of the guest rooms in the mansion.

tonight was the first time in a while when he has forgotten about all the problems he’s had. something that wasn’t about wine, the family business, or the abyss order. it wasn’t the rest he wanted, perhaps it was hardly any rest at all, but he was glad he got to think about something else.

of course, diluc would never tell you that.

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celestialarchon · 3 years

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Celebrating 600+ Followers

i can’t believe i’m writing another celebration post less than two days after my first

this has been rotting in my head all day and might become a series in the future

Genshin Impact x F!Reader | Modernish AU | warning: it’s cute!

“I hope you don’t mind, we gave you a student teacher as well. It’s only fair since you were given the most troublesome class,” Headmistress Ping smiled at you warmly.

“Ah,” You nodded, “Thats fine.”

The elder woman patted your back, “Genshin Academy is truly lucky to have you. Your track record is impressive and you have an extremely rare vision. I think you’ll get along fairly well with Mr. Aether, he’s a good kid.”

You smiled at her, honored by her words. Genshin Academy, the elite and prestigious school, had taken you as a teacher. The education system was impressive and diverse, teaching elementary to college aged students. You were given the first year elementary school students and now a student teacher as well. No matter how troublesome the class may be, having assistance would be appreciated. If it didn’t, the extraordinary pay would make up for any issues you had.

The older woman walked you to the doors of the building and then left you to prepare yourself. Clutching your class roster, you stepped in and made your way to your classroom. When you entered your room, you were greeted by a young blonde man. He introduced himself as your assistant teacher and made some small talk before leaving you to prepare for the day. You appreciated his thoughtfulness as you tidied the room up a bit, smiling at your class pet, Dvalin.

Soon enough, the children poured in and greeted each other and you. Aether returned to the room, beaming at each child. You took attendance, ticking off each name as they all answered. Qiqi, Teucer, Klee, and Diona seemed to be the most lively of them all. They were also marked with asterisks as the worst “troublemakers” but so far things were running smoothly.

“Welcome, my name is Miss Bright,” You beamed at the children, “Let’s have a good year, okay?”

“Wow, you’re very pretty Miss Bright!” An energetic Teucer exclaimed.

Klee squealed, “I’m so excited!”

Diona scoffed and Qiqi nodded in agreement. You went through the motions, following your detailed curriculum perfectly. There were two separate general subjects, academics and control. One was simple enough, teaching the kids by the book. The other was all about assisting your students in controlling and growing their abilities as vision users.

By the end of the day you were exhausted. Soon enough the week flew by. As Friday came, you were exhausted. Most people had made these kids out to be terrible and mischievous, and in some ways they were. Yet, you had already grown very fond of all of them. They were much more tame than you had expected, save for some explosions and outbursts. Now you were stuck as some of the children were late being picked up.

“I hope my big brother gets a girlfriend like Miss Bright. She’s so nice and pretty.” You overheard Teucer whisper to the last three kids.

“Oh yeah!” Klee’s whispers weren’t whispers at all, “She’s like a princess. My brother is a prince. I wish he’d marry Miss Bright.”

“Tch,” Diona intervened, “Honestly, I wish Miss Bright had adopted me instead of that annoying man at home.”

“Qiqi thinks Xiao and Zhongli would like Miss Bright a lot.”

You giggled at their words, they were too sweet. Aether chuckled overhearing them as well and waving you off.

“Go finish up your paperwork, I’ll take care of them.” The cheerful blonde nearly pushed you out the door.

You sighed and made your way to the office up front. Paperwork was such a drag, not nearly as fun as over hearing those brats gossiping. The paperwork ended up taking up the rest of your time. By the time you were done you wanted to scream. As you left the office, a handful of coworkers approached you and invited you out. No was not an option as they insisted you let them treat you.

You were exhausted as they led you to their favorite bar. Aether followed like a lost puppy and you sighed.

“You can’t drink can you?” You questioned him.

“Ahhh,” Aether started but was interrupted.

“It’s fine! I know the owner. He doesn’t have to drink he can just babysit us.” Venti exclaimed.

Poor Aether couldn’t get out of it either. Once you entered the bar, things blurred. Immediately, your coworkers bought you many drinks. Venti was especially aggressive about drinking. The short music teacher was babbling to an extremely handsome bartender with vibrant red hair.

The scarlet haired man seemed to be a bit annoyed by the drunken chaos ensuing. Amber was giggling crazily and the school nurse, Baizhu had cornered a tall man with amber eyes, and Ganyu was petting you. Aether was awkwardly fidgeting, stone cold sober. Eventually, your poor student teacher ended up having to call a cab and carry you home. He was forced to try and navigate to your cozy apartment by unlocking your phone with your drunken face. It took way too many attempts.

You awoke the next day with a pounding headache and over a hundred notifications. The night was still a blur so you proceeded to try and take care of yourself. Aether was kind enough to go out and buy you some pain medicine and left it on your counter with your keys. It was embarrassing how you couldn’t find any memories of your adventures in liquor.

The weekend flew by until Sunday night came and your phone buzzed. You looked down and horror filled your body. Tomorrow was parent conferences. It wasn’t mandatory for parents but encouraged. Suddenly, you were tearing through your apartment trying to prepare for the upcoming doom.

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Before you knew it, parent conferences were upon you. Aether wasn’t attending because it wasn’t mandatory and you insisted he go home and rest. He had done so much for you already, you didn’t want him to suffer through it with you. You looked up as somebody knocked on your class door and opened it to see two beautiful blondes.

“Hello, is this Miss Bright’s room?” The woman’s blue eyes met yours.

“Yes,” You held your hand out, “Hello, I’m Miss Bright.”

The woman shook your hand, “I am Jean, Klee’s guardian. This is her older brother Albedo.”

The young man’s beautiful eyes bore into you as he shook your hand. You stepped aside and gestured to the tables in your room. The two took their seats and almost immediately a tall red haired man sauntered up to you.

“Hello!” His tone was cheerful, “I’m Childe, Teucer’s older brother!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Childe. I am Miss Bright.”

“Ah,” a crooked smile formed on his lips, “The pleasure is all mine. You are just as beautiful as Teucer claimed.”

You blushed and laughed nervously, but before you could answer he was shoved into your room. He turned to glare at the two dark haired men in the doorway. Huffing, he found his way to a table and sat.

“So annoying.” The shorter of the two men scowled.

The taller one sighed, “Hello, Miss Bright. My name is Zhongli, and this is my cousin Xiao. We are Qiqi’s foster family.”

Xiao stomped past you, Zhongli followed him quickly. You didn’t have time to introduce yourself to either of them before they sat down.

“How rude,” A smooth voice came from your door.

Two men stood there, a tan man with dark hair and a very familiar red head. Internally, you groaned at the sight of the bartender. It was going to be a long conference wasn’t it? You were glad you had organized your agenda so well.

“Diluc. Guardian of Diona, and this is my brother Kaeya.” The redhead said almost sternly.

He strolled through the doorway to sit at a table, all four families spread out. Kaeya winked at you and followed his brother. Now you were sure the night would be long.

No other families came, and you were left alone with the strange bunch. In the back of your mind, you were thinking of your roster and the asterisks. The irony in all of it was that the troublemaker’s parents were the only ones who showed. The room was quiet, families only talking among themselves. You cleared your throat and introduced yourself once more, starting in to your very planned speech.

A short time had passed but it felt like years to you. You felt incredibly awkward but continued on. Childe raised his hand which nearly made you laugh but you contained your amusement and paused.

“Yes?” You called out to him.

The lanky man smirked, “I’m sorry but what sort of vision do you use?”

“I will address that later on.” Your voice was kind but also stern.

This response earned several looks from the families listening. All of a sudden, their full attention was on you. The change of atmosphere had put you on edge. You tried to continue on but Childe stood abruptly.

“That’s an interesting response.” He chuckled.

“Tartaglia!” Jean intervened, “Thats enough.”

Kaeya kicked his feet up on the table, “You can’t say you’re not curious though, right? It’s only natural we want to know. This school has just as much focus on vision skills as academic skills.”

You were beginning to grow irritated. The children were more respectful than the adults. Composing yourself, you sighed. Nobody denied Kaeya’s words, although Zhongli and Jean seemed to disapprove of the attitude.

“As i said before i will-“ you were interrupted again by an arrow of water, you easily side stepped it.

Jean stood, sword in hand and glared at Childe. Diluc shoved his brother’s feet off the table and scowled. Albedo yawned while Xiao clicked his tongue. Zhongli merely observed the scene. Childe cackled at Jean which only angered her more as she dove at him.

You opened your mouth to say something but were forced to dodge a cold sword. Kaeya grinned at you but was yanked back by Zhongli. The room was in utter chaos. You gritted your teeth and once more tried to remain calm. Another arrow narrowly missed your ear and you felt yourself become enraged. Kaeya dodged Zhongli and thrust his sword at you but was stopped by a sharp pillar of light.

“That’s enough.” Your voice was cold as you used your own weapon to shove the pushy cryo wielder away from you.

As if by magic, suddenly everyone stopped to stare at you. Quickly, they sat down. Albedo’s eyes were alert now, he was suddenly interested in every word you had to say. Even Xiao seemed to have a better attitude.

You continued your speech without any further interruptions. Finally, the end was in sight.

“And to answer your earlier question,” You pushed your hair back behind your ear to reveal your vision on an earring, “I am a light wielder. I will not take any questions on it. Have a wonderful night and thank you for coming.”

You turned and exited your classroom quickly as murmurs spread across the room. Light visions were only gifted to those who were recognized by multiple gods. Light was a strange element that could mold itself and change to take shape of different elements, although it wasn’t perfect. Elemental mastery took a lot of time and the light could only bend to your will for short periods of time. Using light as anything other than itself could backfire easily. Ontop of the many complications, attaining a light vision meant going through a crisis so terrible that multiple gods had to intervene. It was a blessing and a curse.

As you headed home, shivers ran down your back. You couldn’t help but feel that you were being watched or followed. You shook it off and returned home. It was just paranoid thoughts after a rough night.

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After the conference, you seemed to be plagued by the families. Outside of work you ran into them constantly. It was nerve wracking.

“Miss Bright, Teucer loves you so much. He’d love to see you on the weekend. We could get lunch and then have a play date with him. What do ya say?” Childe grinned at you as you exited your classroom.

“Sorry, sir” An arm slid around your shoulders, “But i’m afraid she has plans for this weekend.”

You looked up to see the school librarian with a tight smile. Lisa was so kind, saving you from his shameless flirting. Although, she often seemed to flirt with you as well. You couldn’t really tell if she was being nice or flirting though.

He scowled and turned. Lisa laughed and squeezed you tighter. She escorted you out of the building, telling you about the new books the library had just received. Her eyes twinkled as you laughed at her puns and asked her questions about being a librarian.

“Excuse me,” A deep voice said “May I have a moment of Miss Bright’s time?”

You turned to see Zhongli, one of the only reasonable guardians you’d met. So far you’d not seen him after the meeting so you felt safer around him. Even Jean had appeared before you several times, though it didn’t seem intentional. You weren’t entirely sure but you’d swore you’d even seen Xiao lurking around when you were out.

“Of course,” You waved Lisa off.

She frowned and kissed your cheek before sauntering off. Zhongli raised his eyebrows as you laughed, clearly embarrassed. The nerve of that woman sometimes.

“Sorry, she’s a friend but she’s very affectionate,” you apologized quickly.

“Hm,” Zhongli nodded and stared at you intently, “I’m sorry to bother you but is there a way I could schedule another meeting with you? I would like to hear about Qiqi’s progress.”

Your heart nearly melted. He was so kind and it was refreshing.

“Of course! How about this weekend?” You beamed at him.

The two of you scheduled a conference lunch and parted ways. From afar, Diluc grimaced. He was curious about Diona’s behavior in school. She was a very moody child. Furthermore, he was curious about you. Kaeya had also pestered you for a date so the scarlet haired man was trying to find the right time to ask you. He didn’t want to come off the way he was sure Kaeya did.

“I would also like to attend the meeting.” Xiao announced to Zhongli once he got into the car.

“Too bad,” Zhongli chuckled “It’s one on one, you’ll have to schedule your own.”

Xiao huffed at his words. He disliked the idea of the two of you doing anything one on one. He couldn’t decide whether he was jealous of you or Zhongli. He decided it was you, since both Qiqi and Zhongli seemed to be infatuated with you. He clicked his tongue, Zhongli merely smiled, and Qiqi demanded coco goat milk.

“Does she like science?” Albedo questioned Klee.

“Miss Bright likes a lot of things I think.” Klee said, ice cream smeared on her face.

“I want to know more.” Albedo stated.

Klee grinned, “More ice cream?”

Albedo nodded, only hoping Jean wouldn’t catch them.

This new job had many opportunities open up for you. With so many people in pursuit of you, who would you choose?

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tartagliad · 3 years

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Seeing you for the first time pt.2 (ft. Albedo, Xingqiu, Venti, and Razor)

summary: how they react when seeing you for the first time

G/N reader

warning(s): misspellings, grammar mistakes (?), some scenes from windblume festival in Venti's and some from Razor's lore and a little angst ig

fluff!

(A/N: hey there, I'm back..this time I wrote for the other characters, i hope you enjoyed it)

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Albedo:

You met this boy at Dragonspine

That boy literally spent 24/7 of his life in that place ._.

He was at Starglow Cavern, painting cave structures and some hilichurls

You entered the cave and continued your adventure there (finding the history about the place)

Suddenly, a bunch of hilichurls started to attacked you..

There he saw how calm you are in that position, just swaying your sword back and forth elegantly

He just stands there and didn't realise that you've finished fighting the hilichurls and stared at him

"You know..it's not nice to just stand there and do nothing" you joke

"Oh..uhh sorry, I kinda zoned out.." he blurts

"ahaha, it's alright..i can see it on your face" you said

Albedo is literally stunned by your appearance, your figure, your eyes, everything

"I'm y/n, are you always go to this place?" you asked him

"Oh uhh, yes actually..i always do some research on this place..I'm Albedo btw" he respond

"Ahh I see.." you said, after that you accidentally saw his paintings

There was a painting of hilichurls and sketches of..you fighting?

"uhh are those your drawings?" you asked him

His face flushed because he got caught sketching a portrait of you

"Uh..yeah, you were an interesting...'view' let's just say..so I decided to draw you" he confess

You actually find his drawings beautiful yet pleasing to look at

"Wow..these are beautiful" you speak

The boy is literally out of words ngl, he's used to get some compliments from other people, but somehow..compliments from you made him flustered

"a-ah..w-why thank you.." he said

"Uhm..maybe you could come and join me next time..maybe pickup some materials or sightseeing areas of Dragonspine" he adds

"Of course, I'll go with you" you said

You two always spend time together at the mountains, well.. even though you don't go there everyday..lol

You always helped Albedo on his 'unusual' experiments or even tell him your stories of your adventures

The boy loves your eyes, he literally could get lost in those beautiful pairs..

Even though he painted it or sketches it..the feel is still different compared to looking at it directly

The feel just makes his heart race..<3

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.."

Xingqiu:

Like Albedo, he always spent most of his time at a certain place, for him..the place is the library

So... you obviously met him there

He was looking for a book that he wants to read since the last couple of months

The book was actually rare that not many people knew or read it..so he's looking for it

You actually borrowed the book from the library and you wanted to returned it

He currently asking the librarian when you suddenly walk to the counter and returned it

"I heard that you want to borrow this book?" you asked

"Oh..yes, I've been wanting to read it for sometime now" he answered

"It's quite rare that people actually read this book though and yet it actually caught your attention" he added

You nodded and smile at him "Yes actually, I was reading a few pages and then I was so in to the book, i have to borrow it"

You both laughed as you leave the library

"My name is Xingqiu btw, may I ask yours?" he asked

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you Xingqiu"

There, you two talked for archons know for how long

You two sometimes switched books from your collections or maybe go out and find some interesting books

Other than reading, Xingqiu enjoys going on adventures with you

Seeing the nature around him makes him feel lighter

He really loves to read books though, but he tries to make you comfortable as much as possible around him

Maybe he'll try to take you out on a stroll around Liyue Harbor or maybe eat at Wanmin Restaurant, depending your mood

Sometimes you guys planning to pull another prank on Chongyun LMAO

He wants to make sure that you're comfortable around him and feel happy around him

All in all, he wants to see you enjoyed his company

"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦? 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦..𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦"

Venti:

You met him at The Windblume Festival

It was your first windblume, so you're still confused about the traditions that happening around

He was in front of the Cathedral finding students for his poetry class

When he saw you, he waved at you and you approached him

"Hey there! New to the festival?" he asked

"Oh yes, I've lived in the city for awhile but i never experienced this festival before.." you answered

"Ehe, allow me to explain it. The Windblume Festival is a Festival in Mondstadt celebrating the thousand winds. Usually, the people of Mondstadt offers windblume to the anemo archon and to their special loved ones" he explains

"The people actually have to take their matters into their own hands, so they don't really have anything to get helped with" he added

"Is that why when I asked if anyone needs help, they say they don't need one?" you asked again

"Hehe, that's right" he says, "Oh, I haven't introduced my self haven't I? ehe, my name is Venti, the most popular bard in town!" he adds

"Your that bard, I've heard great things about you, my name is y/n, I'm just a regular adventurer.." you replied

He shrugged and acts a little nervous when you said that

"So uh.. want me to take you around town and see what people are doing?" he offered

"Sure, that would be nice.." you said

With that you two took a stroll around the town

Seeing people prepare gifts for their loved ones, the atmosphere feels so wholesome

You guys even took a little trip to Windrise, and he even play you a tune or two

You really enjoyed his company and he’s enjoying it too

During the festival, you guys grew closer together, and maybe you guys would perform together in front of the Cathedral

You were really happy that you have someone to enjoy the festival with

Even Venti feels a lot of joy hanging out with you

He wonders that he could be with you for a long time..

Well, whatever he is feeling, he wants to grow more closer to you :3

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.. 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦..𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦? 𝘦𝘩𝘦"

Razor:

Bless this wolf boy :")

You two met at his habitat, Wolvendom

You were currently adventuring at that place

When you're peacefully strolling around the place, you saw a bunch of wolves dead..

So you rushed to see where it was coming from

There, you saw a boy fighting against an abyss mage, boi... that thing really do like to cause trouble

The boy looked really angry despite the mage killed his wolf packs

You determined to help him and so you did..

After you two defeated the mage..he turned to look at you, "thank you... lupical, dead.." he said

This baby almost cried because he couldn't save all of them, only a few of them that are safe..

"I tried to protect them...but I failed...", he said in a sad tone

You looked at him sympathetically, "aww..it's alright..you tried your best, it's not your fault.." you said to him

He looked really sad and disappointed, but at the same time he felt kinda relieved that someone was there to help him

"Why did you come here..?" he asked, "Oh, I was just adventuring and then I suddenly found you..." you said

"My name is y/n.." you added, "I'm Razor"

"Do you come from here Razor?" you asked again, "yes..I was raised by wolves, Razor has no human family" he said

You were shocked that there's actually someone who is raised by wolves

"I see..." you said, "I think some of your wolf friends got hurt..may i help?" you offered him

Razor nodded and help you as much as he could

"There, that should do it.. they can't move that much for awhile, but they'll be alright.." you said to him

Razor was very grateful that he could find you, maybe he would be doomed if you hadn't come..

"You're strong...can Razor learn from you..?" he asked shyly :")

"Of course, I would be happy to teach you" you say

Razor smiled a little, he wanted to learn from you so that he could protect his lupical if something bad like this would happen

The next day, you came back to Wolvendom and train him

He picked up the lesson pretty quickly, and he now learnt how to use his Vision

You even teach the boy how to write and read loll v:

You came to Wolvendom couple of times, and besides train him, you helped him hunt some meats to eat

You never really force him to come and live at the city, but if he wants to visit it once or twice..you bring him there

Razor is really happy now that he learned new things from you and also has a friend that helped him..

Sometimes he wonders if he could protect you from danger too

He just didn't want to lose you like he loses his other wolf friends

Razor silently swore to him self that he will protect you from any danger that you encounter

Overall, you guys cared about each other and wanted to protect one and other, he just wishes that you'll be saver around him <3

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘳... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰..𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯..."

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“the president and the troublemaker” (part 13) (chilumi fic)

“Lumine is the student council president and Childe is the school’s number one troublemaker. They cross paths more than they’d like. Especially when Childe finds out Lumine’s big secret. Highschool AU à la Kaichou wa Maid-sama.”

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the president and the troublemaker (part 13)

“I’m a professional fighter,” Lumine said to Venti.

Venti stared at her for a long second, before slowly raising one of his brows. “What are you talking about, LuLu?”

She bit her lip. “You know, like the UFC. That’s my job. I’m a MMA fighter.”

Again, Venti stared at her, then glanced between her and the unconscious men on the floor.

Lumine braced herself for him to laugh, to ridicule her, or even shy away in fear—how terrifying it was that she was powerful enough to do all that and even more. He would be disappointed, a bright student like her getting involved with the activities of delinquents.

“That’s…,” Venti started. Then, he went to Lumine, grabbing her hands, eyes bright. “So cool!”

Lumine looked at him, silent with shock.

“Wow, I would have never guessed!” he went on. “But I should have known. You’ve always been so strong.”

“So you’re not...disappointed?” she asked.

“Of course not. I would never be disappointed in you,” he said, giving her a soft smile.

Lumine’s eyes stung. From relief? From gratefulness? “Thank you, Venti.”

His smile widened. “Just wait until everyone at school hears about this! They’re gonna think you’re so cool, and you’re gonna get so popular, and—”

Lumine pulled her hand away from his, a trembling panic overtaking her nerves. “Venti, no one can find out about this,” she blurted.

His brows furrowed. “Why not? You should be proud of what you do.”

Lumine stood in silence, ruminating. Proud of what I do?

Venti started reaching out towards her when there was an audible THUMP from the ground.

Childe stood from where he had hit one of the men on the floor. “He was waking up,” he said after taking in Venti and Lumine’s worried looks. “We should leave now.”

Lumine let her gaze linger on Venti—his brows furrowed from either confusion or frustration or both—before turning to Childe.

“Yeah…let’s go back the way we came and try to backtrack,” she suggested. She and Childe started to make their way back.

Venti didn’t budge. “How does Childe know?”

“What?” Lumine answered.

“You said you don’t want anyone to know.” His teal green eyes narrowed, ever so slightly, at Childe. “So he’s an exception?”

“He found out on his own,” Lumine said. Why is he doing this right now? We need to go—

“And I’m her coach,” Childe said, crossing his arms. There was the tiniest curve of a smile on his lips.

Venti let out a meek laugh. “He’s your coach? So do you spend a lot of time together?”

She threw a glare at Childe. “Yes—Well, I don’t know. I guess.” She shook her head. “This isn’t the time to be talking about this. Let’s go.” She marched off without another word.

As she walked back the direction they came from, she heard the two boys footsteps behind her. She kept her pace up, however, not wanting to speak to either of them at the moment. Any time either of them entered her peripheral vision, she sped up away from them. Stupid boys and their stupid jealously.

Eventually, after trying to navigate the twists and turns of the alleyways, the group had somehow ended up in a completely new location.

Lumine first noticed when the scent of salty sea waves hit her nose. Then, was the shuddering of ocean waves lapping against the shore line, and the groaning of metal ships floating in the water.

“Looks like we’re at a dock,” Childe remarked.

“How did we even get here?” Venti wondered.

Lumine rubbed at her forehead. “How do we get out?”

The three of them stood silently, thinking, watching as a group of fishermen unloaded from a large docked ship, and funneled into a nearby building—tall and silvery sleek.

Childe murmured something to himself before heading towards the building himself. “Follow me,” he said to Lumine and Venti.

The two shared a questioning look, before following Childe forward.

They all entered the building, finding themselves in a large lobby, business men and women scooting past. Childe instructed Venti and Lumine to wait in the corner as he went alone to approach the receptionist.

Lumine watched curiously as the receptionist looked at Childe, a mix of wary and annoyance. Childe started saying something to the lady, his face lifted in confidence. The longer he went on, the receptionist’s expression shifted to disbelief, slowly picking up the telephone and making a call.

The receptionist kept her eyes on Childe while talking on the phone, with Childe smiling right back at her. As the phone call went on, her face stretched into shock, eventually handing the phone right to Childe with wide eyes.

Lumine furrowed her brows as Childe took the phone, turning away so she no longer saw his face. What in the world is he doing?

When he finished his conversation, Childe turned back to the receptionist, but kept hold on the phone. He gestured to Lumine, and after a nod from the receptionist, he waved her over.

Lumine awkwardly walked up to the desk, ignoring Venti’s whispered questions behind her. Upon reaching Childe, he held out the phone to her.

“All yours,” he said. There was something in his expression Lumine hadn’t quite seen before—a sheepishness of sorts, a humbled look that didn’t seem possible for him.

She hesitantly took the phone, eyes looking to the receptionist who placed the receiver towards her with a smile—much different than her initial standoffish disposition.

Lumine looked down at the keypad, her fingers already pressing the only number she could remember in the moment. The phone barely rang once before someone immediately picked up.

“Hello?” Aether’s panicked voice crackled on the other end.

Lumine let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Aether, it’s me—”

“LUMINE!” he interrupted. “Are you okay? Where are you?”

The slew of Aether’s worried questions bombarded her ear, and she almost laughed. “I’m fine,” she enunciated over his questioning. “I’m safe here with Childe. And Venti.”

“God, you two…,” Aether murmured. “Where are you?”

“Where are we?” Lumine repeated, looking up at the receptionist. The lady quickly pulled out a business card, the address of the building clearly printed; Lumine repeated the address to Aether. “We wound up here because I chased after some asshole who stole all our stuff.”

There was shuffling on Aether’s end, and she heard him talking to someone in the background. The line crinkled as he returned to the phone. “Okay, I just told Miss Ninguang,” he said. “She wants to talk to you.”

Lumine swallowed the lump in her throat. The school principal. Oh, I’m definitely in trouble…

“Miss Lumine?” Ninguang asked.

“Yes, hello, Miss Ninguang,” Lumine answered. “I am so sorry for the inconvenience; I—”

“Please, do not worry yourself,” Ninguang said, her voice reassuringly mellow. “I am just glad to hear you and your friends are safe.” A chuckle. “We were really quite besides ourselves at your disappearance.”

Lumine nearly cried in relief. “We-We’re not in trouble?”

“Of course not,” the principal said. “We just want to make sure to get you back safely.”

“Thank you. Thank you, Miss Ninguang.”

There was a pause, and Lumine could imagine Ninguang’s small smile. “Now, for the safety of everyone, we’ll meet back up in the morning. For now, it would be best for everyone to rest for the night.”

The night? Lumine glanced out of the large office windows, and blinked at the darkened sky in disbelief. Have we really been lost that long?!

“From the address Aether gave me, there should be an inn within walking distance from where the three of you are. Stay there for the night, and we will be there to pick you up in the morning.”

“Stay in the inn for the night? Miss Ninguang, I’m so sorry, but all of our money was stolen—”

“Do not worry. We will call them and make the reservation for you. Please, just rest up. I am sure it has been a stressful day for you.”

“Th-Thank you, Miss Ninguang.”

“I trust you. Stay safe.” Then, the line clicked off.

Lumine slowly handed the phone back to the receptionist, legs shaky from the relief flooding her body. Finally, the light at the end of the tunnel…

“Well?” Childe asked. “What’s the plan?”

Lumine relayed the information about the nearby inn.

“Will you be needing a car ride there, Mister Ajax?” the receptionist asked Childe.

Lumine’s eyes flashed to him. Ajax?

“No, thank you,” he quickly said. “We’d better get going now.” He sauntered away from the desk.

Lumine jogged up to him. “Ajax?” she questioned.

She saw his body lock up. “It’s nothing,” he said.

A scoff. “Obviously not. How did you—”

“What’s going on?” Venti asked, skipping over to them. He looked over at the receptionist desk. “What was that all about?”

“We’ve got rooms at a nearby inn thanks to Lady Ninguang,” Childe said. “Let’s get there quickly before the night gets even darker.” He rushed out of the building.

Venti shot Lumine a confused look. “Uh, what’s wrong with him?”

“Who knows?” Lumine muttered.

Childe had always been very straightforward with her, rarely hiding any secrets.

So why was he hiding something now?

* * *

The inn—Wangshu Inn—was a quaint wooden building lit up with glowing lanterns and paintings plastered along the walls. The lobby and outdoor restaurant had a few groups strewn about, a diverse grouping of travelers. Thankfully, Lumine, Childe, and Venti didn’t look too out of place.

The three approached the lady at the front desk, a woman named Verr Goldet, with Lumine asking about their reservation.

“Yes, we just received that phone call about your situation,” she said kindly. “We have the last two rooms ready for you.”

“Oh,” Lumine uttered. She had assumed there would be three rooms, one for each of them. “I guess Venti and Childe can share a room—”

“I am not sharing a room with him,” Childe said.

“Ehe, I wasn’t going to say anything, but I will not be sharing a room with the likes of him either,” Venti retorted.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Verr Goldet interrupted. “I didn’t realize there are three of you! The last two rooms are single bed only.”

Lumine’s jaw barely had time to drop before Venti was pulling on her arm. “Let’s have a sleepover like when we were younger, LuLu! We can build forts, watch movies—”

Childe’s hand slid down Lumine’s arm, shoving’s Venti’s hands away. “The only way that’s happening is in your dreams, buddy.”

Lumine shrugged off both of the boys, leaning in towards Verr Goldet. “There are absolutely no other rooms available?” Any combination of the three of them would surely result in a dead body in the morning.

Verr Goldet started typing away at her computer. “I’ll double check for you!”

The sound of Childe and Venti hissing insults at each other made Lumine snap around. “Just. Go to the rooms. I will figure where I’m staying for the night. Alone,” she said definitively, pulling the two keys off the counter and holding them out in front of her.

There was a pause as the two of them stared at the keys. Childe was the first to grab one.

“Guess this is goodnight then,” he said. He pressed a swift kiss to Lumine’s forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning, Lumi.” Just as quickly, he left, disappearing into the elevator, leaving Lumine’s forehead (along with the rest of her face) to melt with boiling heat.

Before she had time to process that, Venti’s cheeks puffed, and he planted a kiss on the side of Lumine’s face. “Goodnight, LuLu. If you still want to pig out on junk food, you know where to find me,” he said, jingling his room key. He quickly disappeared into the elevator as well.

Stupid boys. Stupid boys. Stupid boys. Lumine’s mind buzzed. And who was causing this sensation?

“I am so sorry, ma’am,” Verr Goldet said, bringing Lumine back to reality. “On such short notice we truly gave you the last two rooms.” She clicked around on the computer a little more. “I can find another inn for you to stay at if you’d like.”

Lumine took a deep breath in. Her body was already feeling weighty with fatigue, and she didn’t want to complicate the situation even more. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just...stay in one of the rooms.”

Verr Goldet nodded. “Which room would you like a key to?”

* * *

Standing outside the door, Lumine suddenly felt a pang of anxiety burn in her gut. Was she really about to do this? Was it a completely idiotic choice of hers? It wasn’t too late: she could turn right back around and take Verr Goldet’s offer of staying at a separate inn.

But it wasn’t like she could avoid this choice forever, lest the two boys kept fighting for eternity.

And this was the right choice. She knew it in her heart, no matter how much pain it would cause the other one. She cared for them both, deeply. But in different ways. One as a good friend, the other...something more.

She started to push the key into the lock, but stopped herself as images of her walking in someone changing brought blood rushing to her head.

She cleared her throat and knocked on the door instead.

Seconds passed, and Lumine’s heartbeat picked up, just a bit. Was it anticipation?

The door opened, and Childe stood there, fully clothed, thankfully.

He stared at her in silence, as if in disbelief, not sure if she was really there.

“Move,” was all Lumine could say, feeling heat creep up her spine.

He blinked, and stood to the side, still silent. Lumine stepped through the doorway, moving her way to the corner of the room, and plopping herself on the armchair. Wordlessly, she yanked a blanket from the bed, and wrapped herself in it, then closing her eyes.

Maybe neither of them would speak. Maybe it would make the situation more bearable. Childe, please, don’t say anything—

“Take the bed,” he said, pulling the blanket off of her. “I’m not having you sleep in an armchair for the night.”

She tried pulling the blanket back. “It’s fine. You take the bed.”

A tsk. “Why are you always so difficult?”

“I am not diff—”

Childe picked her up from the waist, tossing her on the bed. Then he tossed the blanket on top of her. “There. Just sleep now.”

Her chest fluttered as her breath shortened under the blanket. “And you say I’m the difficult one,” she grumbled. She kept the blanket over her face for as long as she could, not wanting to make eye contact with Childe.

After a while, she peeled it off for air, and couldn’t help but glance over to the armchair where Childe was sitting, eyes closed. It was obvious he was uncomfortable, his lanky legs crossed awkwardly, and his neck looking oddly stiff.

Lumine let out a disgruntled groan, and turned on her side so her back was to Childe. “Sleep in the bed before you break your neck in your sleep,” she said. “Just...stay on your side.”

A long pause. Lumine thought he had fallen asleep.

“Are you sure about that, Lumi?” he asked.

“Do it before I change my mind and make you sleep in the bathtub instead.”

He chuckled lightly. The bed weighed down as he climbed on. Lumine glanced over her shoulder, finding Childe’s back turned to her.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do, Lumi,” he said, as if sensing her eyes on his back.

She quickly turned her head back, heat flushing into her cheeks. “Good. Because I’d beat you up.”

“I know you would.”

They laid there in silence, in the dark for a while, backs to each other.

Lumine couldn’t fall asleep. And she was sure Childe couldn’t either.

“Why’d that lady call you Ajax?” Lumine asked quietly.

“Curious about me? I’m flattered.”

“Nevermind. Goodnight.”

“It’s my birth name,” he said. “And that place is actually owned by my father.”

Images of his luxurious mansion flashed in Lumine’s mind.

“That entire dock, actually, is mostly his. He, uh, runs a very big fishing company. Very famous. Very rich.”

“Oh,” was all Lumine could utter. That amount of wealth was something she could only dream about. “And you don’t tell anyone because...?”

“We all have our secrets, don’t we, Pres?” he reminded. “People are greedy. If anyone truly knew who I was, all I’d ever be used for is my money.”

“That’s...very true,” she responded. How...sad. “Is there a reason why you’re not at some big fancy boarding school then?”

Childe laughed. “Can you imagine me in that kind of environment? I’m not interested in that at all.”

The bed shifted as Childe moved around. Lumine glanced over her shoulder again, finding Childe laying on his back, eyes open and staring at the ceiling.

“Besides,” he continued. “If I had gone to one of those schools, I wouldn’t have met you.”

Lumine turned onto her back as well. “You would’ve met me anyways,” she murmured. “You ran into me at the arena, remember?”

“You think so?”

“Our paths would’ve crossed eventually...right?”

A beat of silence. Fluttering of breaths.

“Do you regret meeting me?”

Something about his words, the way he said them, made Lumine’s entire body seize up. It was almost the quietest she had ever heard Childe speak, the tiniest tinge of fear, like his heart had hissed it out before he even really knew what he was saying.

“No,” she answered, just as quiet, her heart responding to his.

Another slight pause. Then a small exhale from Childe, breath lilting in a soft laugh.

“You know. It’s been quite a lonely existence. Before you,” he said.

Lumine looked over at him. His hand was resting on his chest—right where that huge scar was.

It was rare to see him so vulnerable, and her to be just as such. Her past self wouldn’t have been able to fathom this happening with Childe of all people.

But just like she said, she didn’t regret it.

He understood her, better than herself sometimes. And there wasn’t anyone in Childe’s life who came close to knowing who he really was. They both wore facades of sorts, but not around each other. Not anymore.

Her hand started reaching out without thought. It was the right thing to do, to comfort him, to connect with him.

Lumine’s hand sat atop Childe’s. “You’re not so lonely anymore, right?”

She felt his hand flex under hers, hesitant. Then, he relaxed, and his fingers intertwined with hers. “Of course not.”

The warmth from their hold sparked something in her. The warmth of a promise she had made.

She finally turned onto her side, completely facing him. “Did I do it?” Her amber eyes met with his. “Did I save you?”

He stared at her, gaze lost in gaze. He smiled, small, but real, genuine, from the heart. “Yes.” He brought her hand to his lips, lips brushing over her knuckles. “You saved me, Lumine.”

She stared at him, wide-eyed with anticipation, heart beating in a frenzy. She swore her chest was going to burst.

“I love you,” she said.

…

Childe was frozen, speechless for once.

He’s surprised. He was never surprised. He was always so calm and collected.

Should I have even said it? No, she had to. She was going to explode otherwise.

“Lumi, are you serious—”

“Yes, I’m serious. I can’t explain it; I just do and I know it sounds crazy, but you—”

He pulled her close and kissed her.

He kissed her, and this time, she kissed him back.

* * *

[part 14]

#genshin impact #genshin childe #genshin lumine #chilumi #fanfiction #fanfic #me #childe x lumine

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definitelynotsuzumi · 3 years

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Zapped to Another World [Chapter 3]

[Masterlist]

Chapter 3 is finally up! T-T I am really sorry for the delays and future delays since I am juggling between school and Genshin.

Despite the roof over your head and the cushy bed beneath you, you could not sleep.

You heaved a sigh as you reached your hand into your chest, detaching your Gnosis. If your knowledge was right, you were basically the 8th Archon. A phantom one, judging by Venti’s reaction.

“Oh good, you have not lost it yet.” A familiar voice echoed. You nearly rolled off the bed in surprise as you turned to face Artem.

“How? But I? Huh? What are you doing here?” You stuttered.

“Oh silly head. Or maybe I am the silly one for not letting you know. A Gnosis is a way that Archons can communicate with the Celestia. In other words, me!” Artem threw you a mischievous smile. He seemed a lot more easy-going. Was it because I agreed to this life? Or is it because his sister isn’t here?

You suspected both as Artem kicked back in the air.

“I am aware of that but…Doesn’t this make me…Irrelevant in this world? Weren’t there supposed to be just 7 Archons?” You knitted your brows as he casually floated around the giant room.

“Well, originally, yes. But things change!”

“So, what exactly am I an Archon of?” You looked back onto your Gnosis. As you had agreed to the “contract” when you fell, the Gnosis had transformed into what looked like a chess piece, with a sphere adorning the top of it.

“This world! Isn’t that exciting?”

Figures. The shape atop your Gnosis was shaped like a planet after all.

“…Honestly, not with the Fatui out to get people like me.” You sighed.

“Oh, if they try anything funny with the Order I have made, rest assured, us gods will deal with it.” Artem’s easy-going aura turned bloodthirsty.

You held your tongue instinctively as Artem laughed humourlessly.

“I am well aware of the Tsaritsa straying from her path and interfering. But I have faith in that Outworlder.” Artem hummed as he messed around in your room. He somehow managed to find lipstick paper in the drawers and had put it on.

“And me. Surely there is more to my existence in this world. Am I right in saying that?” You grasped your Gnosis tightly in your hand.

“Well yes, you are the failsafe I have created. It was pure chance that I lost that game and my temper ehe~” He blew you a kiss with his extremely pigmented lips.

You were tempted to shout. A pure chance that I got killed by that lightning volt, you mean!

“Aren’t you glad that it worked out?,” Artem closed the gap between the two of you, his eyes staring into yours. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, as if he could hear your thoughts.

“I am glad for this second chance in life. But it is honestly concerning for someone like me…” You gulped back your fear of the god.

“Understandable. By the way, try to keep your existence as an Archon as downlow as possible. While the Archons may be aware of another one, they will not be able to pinpoint who it is exactly until they meet you. If they got rid of the failsafe, I will be forced to get someone to step in.”

“…Do you mean the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles?” Artem blinked in surprise.

“Wow, I’m surprised a human from Earth knows about her. Yes, yes you are right. Clever girl.”

You felt the cold claws of dread grip your heart.

“Communication is a 2-way street. If they can observe and interact with the Celestia, they can interfere with it. That means, if they tried hard enough, they can very well overthrow the gods of the Celestia.” Artem turned serious.

“That is why you exist now. The original plan was to summon a hero from Elysium as a failsafe but seeing as to how things turn out, well, here we are.”

“You talk as if it is my fault that we are here now…” You frowned, “You raged during a game of Uno. Uno, of all games! And caused a whole lightning to zap me into the afterlife. Not to mention, the guilt trip that you pulled just to bring me here.”

Artem rolled his eyes, as if you were snapping over a trivial issue.

“Now you just sound like Solaria. Blegh.” Artem faked a retch before returning to his serious expression.

“Sorry if I made it sound bad that you are here. I mean no ill-intentions. You didn’t deserve to die because of my temper.” Artem patted your head, exhaling heavily through his nose.

You heard footsteps come by your door. Artem gave you a wink as he disappeared into a burst of golden sparks. You hurriedly stored your gnosis to your chest again.

“Miss (L/N), I apologize for the disturbance. Master Diluc has instructed me to provide you with clothing.” A maid came by, a set of clothes and shoes in her hands.

“How kind. Leave them by the dresser. And send him my…thanks.” You watched as the maid bowed her head, putting them down on the oak dresser before scurrying out of your room.

Rising and feeling the silken fabric of a simple red frock, black shirt and a matching cape, you exhaled through your nose. You knew that you were caught up in something complicated and the feeling of helplessness came back to you.

Artem’s voice then echoed in your ears.

‘Find the Outworlder and see to it that he saves this world. If not, well…’ A vision of Mondstadt in flames with the familiar black-red cubes flashed in your eyes.

‘Let’s just say, the option of going into Elysium will be open.’

You did not know when you had drifted off to sleep, but you were glad for those few hours of rest. You slipped out of your day-old school uniform and donned the fresh clothes Diluc had given. They felt light and soft, perfect for traveling under the sun. Given how the sun was blazing through the morning dew, you decided against the cape and slipped it into your bag as well.

Preparing your things, you were not a fan of how the bag of mora you had received from Solaria was getting lighter. Maybe I should become an Adventurer as well…

Walking down the wooden stairs of the Winery, you were surprised to see a huge spread of food on the table, with Diluc leisurely eating his way through a pile of steaks, potatoes and cheese.

“Have some, the people of Mondstadt call this Pile Em Up.” Diluc pushed over a steaming plate. You swore you saw it sparkle in the candlelight.

You tentatively sliced a piece. Meat and cheese at this time of the day seemed a little rich, but as the warm ribs melted in your mouth, you could not hold back a satisfied sigh.

“Your maids are excellent cooks.”

“…I cooked it.”

“…Really?”

“Do you not believe that I can cook?”

Diluc gave you a bemused smile. You looked back down onto your steak. You mentally yelled at yourself to quit blushing.

“I-well, you don’t seem the type to cook so…I just thought…”You stumbled over your words. You could feel his eyes on you. You noticed a small, genuine smile forming on his lips. You have landed on one of the topics he admits pride in.

“Well, I do work as a bartender in the tavern at times, naturally I will need to be able to cook.”

A soft warmth formed in your chest as you smiled back. Finishing off the delicious plate of the juicy meat, you blinked in surprise as he offered you a pack of dried sunsettias and apples.

“The journey will be long. Please be safe on your travels.”

Huh. You always had the impression that he was cold and aloof, but Diluc seemed different than what you have seen in the game.

“Uhm, thank you for everything you have done. I will pay it back some day!” You bowed before turning towards the path leading out of Dawn Winery.

“Uh…Uhmm….” You murmured in growing panic. Solaria had forgotten to pack a map! You were incredibly lost. A boy with white hair bolted past as you heard the sound of gibberish following behind him. You had a bad feeling about this.

“…Uh oh.”

You looked back. A group of very angry Hilichurls were running towards you and the boy.

“UH OH!”

You sprinted in the direction of the boy but you soon found yourself face-to-face with a cliff. The boy was nowhere to be seen.

You had to fight.

You turned around, grabbing an arrow that flew past your face. Everything seemed slower than you thought it would be.

Gritting your teeth, you pushed your arms in front of you. Your eyes shut themselves tightly as you willed for the area around you to freeze over. The screams of the Hilichurls stopped as you felt the icy winds against your cheek.

Cautiously, you opened your eyes to see them frozen solid. You walked up, tapping the ice with your knuckles.

It was as if they were made out of ice rather than being flash-frozen.

Whatever had happened, you were certain that you would be safe. Looking around, you noticed a blob of white hair in the bush near you.

“You alright there?” You called out. The boy poked his head out of the bush.

“A…Are they gone -AH!” The boy jumped as he saw the Hilichurls’ angry expressions before realizing that they are frozen solid.

“It should be safe and anyways, what is the use of a sword if you don’t use it to defend yourself?” You sighed, noticing a sword strapped to his side.

“They kind of caught me off-guard…” His expression of guilt made you feel bad as you awkwardly patted his head.

He reminded you of a little brother.

“What’s your name?” You asked as you took in the familiar garb he was wearing.

“I’m Bennett! I had a commission to retrieve treasure from the Hilichurls but…well…”He stole a glance at the Hilichurls, who remained frozen solid in their spots.

“I’m (Y/N) but I got lost…I forgot to pack in a map…” You sighed, scratching the back of your head awkwardly.

“Oh! I can help with that!”

Bennet fished out a crumpled piece of paper. It was a map! You were saved!

But just as you were about to thank Artem for his kindness, an arrow ripped through the middle.

The Hilichurls you froze over must have melted as you heard their angered screaming.

“Oh for f-“

Bennett drew his sword. You were familiar with his skill in the game as you saw him charging energy into his sword. Raising your hand, you willed for your power to protect him as he swung his sword. Flames rose as he struck down the Shield Hilichurl.

“Huh?” Bennett was confused when he realized he was not sent flying.

“Focus, Bennett, focus!” You yelled as you blasted the Hilichurls away from him. As much as you hated how his unluckiness seemed contagious, you did not want him to be hurt.

“Thanks!” Bennett beamed at you as he slashed down the Hilichurls. That seemed to be last of them as you finished off the Shield Hilichurl.

“Wow, thanks for saving me back there. Seriously, I owe you one.” Bennett made his gratitude known, thanking you profusely. You sighed as you sat down on the grass.

Bennett took out the torn map and looked extremely sheepish.

“Don’t suppose you have an extra one?” You sighed again. Bennett shook his head in response.

“Hey, are you two okay? I just saw the bodies of the Hilichurls and I came by to investigate- Oh hey Bennett!” A girl’s voice greeted you both.

“Hey Amber! Yeah, I kinda got into a fight with them but she saved me!” Bennett excitedly introduced you to the Outrider.

“She’s uh…What’s your name again?”

“I’m (Y/N) and I’m trying to get to Liyue but I got lost. Bennett was showing me his map until they ripped it. Don’t suppose you have an extra in your pockets?” You wiped off the sweat as you stood up to greet Amber.

“Oh! I can help with that!” Amber gave you a neatly folded piece of paper.

“Please take care on your travels then. There is a rise in Hilichurl sightings in the area.” Amber saluted.

“Don’t suppose you’d like to join Bennett’s Adventure Team?” Bennett gave you a puppy-eyed dog look.

“Uhm…Well, I really need to make my way to Liyue…Unless you’d want to come with me and abandon everything you have here…”Bennett’s face fell. You instantly felt bad for the poor adventurer. You knew it was a tall order for you to ask him to come along.

“Hey hey…I’ll be back soon. We can do more adventuring once I fulfil my mission, okay?” You smiled at Bennett, who brightened at your promise.

‘If I am still alive, afterwards,’ A dark thought flashed through your head.

Waving good bye to the two, you continued on your path, leaving Mondstadt behind.

Meanwhile

Diluc’s servant gulped as he approached a small cottage in the bamboo forest. Knocking the wooden door, he cleared his throat.

“Diluc sends his regards.” The door immediately opened to reveal a girl with dark brown hair.

“Oho! Finally! He calls! Did he happen to include an engagement ring by any chance?”

“U-Uh no, just this letter-“

“Oh how boring.” The door slammed shut.

“He includes payment with this letter.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” The door swung open again. The girl swiped off the bag of mora the servant had prepared and wax-sealed letter smoothly.

Ripping the letter open, the girl scanned its contents carefully.

“As straightforward as always. Thanks for your hard work, I guess.” Waving off the servant casually, the girl smiled to herself.

“A recon mission for a stranger in red and black, huh? Well, well, well. Time to dust off the old umbrella.”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #diluc x reader #bennett x reader #amber

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lazycatmeowsalot · 3 years

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a lily for you

summary: Aether is searching for white lilies when he comes across Dainsleif, who seems to know where to find them. background: Valentine’s day is celebrated in Teyvat and it’s called Love’s day instead. But there’s no equivalent of White’s day. The theory about Dainsleif traveling with the Abyss twin in the past is used. This is set after the Dainsleif quest.

"I wonder where I can find them,” Aether mutters, having been in the forest for a couple of hours by now. Paimon has stayed with Amber at his request to keep everyone busy, so he can finish his preparations.

He just never realizes that it’ll be this difficult to gather all the things he needs.

A movement from his left gains his attention and he’s surprised to see the mysterious traveler, who seems to know everything. If he remembers correctly, this person is called—

“Dainsleif?”

The masked man turns to him at calling. “Our paths cross once more, Traveler,” he says without a hint of curiosity or shock. “Do you have a commission in this area?”

The golden-haired man shakes his head and smiles warmly with the tiniest hint of embarrassment, “No. I’m actually looking for something. Something I didn’t know was so rare here but I really need it.”

“It’s March 14 tomorrow and in my place, we have a celebration—“

“I see,” Dainsleif cuts him off, making the smaller male blink. That’s rather sudden interruption. He still has explanation but Aether stares at the stiffness of the other.

It seems like a bad thing to continue. He finds the the strange guy’s reaction to be weird. Dainsleif seems to have something against the celebration he’s talking but Aether know that there’s no White’s Day here.

“Over there,” the taller man firmly points out a location he hasn’t searched yet and stares at Aether blankly as if seeing something entirely different from the reality now. “You can find white lilies in the field there. They’re perfect gifts for the occasion.”

“Wow, you really know everything.”

Aether has felt that Dainsleif is different since they have first met. It’s a somehow similar feeling he felt encountering Venti and Zongli, but this is something different. He knows that the other isn’t an archon but still, Dainsleif is no ordinary human.

“Are you walking me to that field of white lilies?” the Traveler asks teasingly when he sees the blond man matches his pace. “Thank you.”

“I am also going in the same way,” is the answer given.

Golden eyes soften in warmth and appreciation. As much as the other is suspicion, Aether really thinks that Dainsleif’s kind. Just like—

“You remind me of my sister. Twin sister, exactly. She’s not good at words but her actions always show her kind heart.”

Something flickers in those mysterious azure eyes but it’s too quick for Aether to understand what message it conveys. He wonders if he has imagined it.

The Traveler doesn’t have time to ponder as they reach the direction Dainsleif has point. His eyes widen in amazement at the beauty he’s seeing and he whispers, utterly stunned, “This place is so beautiful and pure.”

He touches one of those white lilies surrounding the area. “That’s right,” he remembers his beloved sibling once more with a nostalgic smile. “White lily is Lumine’s favorite flower.”

Unnoticed by him, the proclaimed ‘Bough Keeper’ tries to reach out to one lily before harshly snapping his hand back to his side. His eyes flash with longing and desperation.

“I know. She told me herself,” Dainsleif whispers for no one to hear his confession.

_linebreak_

Aether promptly gives gratitude to the taller male, “Seriously, you help me a lot. I plan to give many white presents to my friends tomorrow as well as help celebrate Jean’s birthday.”

“The white lily is the last in my long list. I’m glad I was able to find all of them! Lumine always say that the return gifts for White’s Day have to triple the value as what’s given in Valentine’s Day...,” he laughs at the memory before he freezes, completely forgetting himself.

The people in Teyvat has more pleasant than bad company, but Dainsleif is merely an acquaintance. He probably shouldn’t be rambling all day. He immediately asks to get out of the awkward atmosphere, “How did you even know this place?”

A somehow chilling silence answers his question and Aether wonders if he has step on a landmine here. He’s panicking at very minute of lack of exchange when Dainsleif smiles faintly, looking plainly fragile in his golden eyes.

“My previous companion told me about it.”

Aether knows that there’s a story here, but he can never fully comprehend exactly what story it is.

_linebreak_

“These marshmallows are awesome! They melt in my mouth and I love how sweet they are. You’re the best cook, Dain! Oh, but I love white lilies the most! You should really present them to me next White’s Day!”

“I still can’t understand this ‘white’s day’ you speak of, but I’m glad that you like my gift. Next time, I’ll let you see a field of white lilies. It’ll be perfect as that ‘trice the price’, won’t it?”

“How will you even do that? We’ll be too busy to search for something unnecessary like that. You can just give me one lily and it’s perfect.”

“I’m not going to search for one. We’ll build it ourselves together. You have the seeds, right? And I can find time to care for simple matters like this. You say that you love them, so I want you to be able to see them and smile.”

“You’re such a dork, Dain! But I like that idea. Let’s do it!”

“Yes, next year, for certain. I promise that we’ll see it together, Lumine.”

“That promise never did come true, but they happened. I still remember your smile among the lilies you dearly loved. I still hold hope of our promise back then. No matter how many years it will take, I will see it through that I will save you and we will fulfill all those promises.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact drabble #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact oneshot #genshin impact lumine #genshin impact dainsleif #genshin impact aether #white's day #and also jean's birthday #lumine and dainsleif #aether and dainsleif #lumine x dainsleif #abyss princess lumine #dainsleif as lumine's companion #i just wanted a white's day fic but dainsleif just added so many words #genshin impact fic #genshin impact scene #genshin impact scenarios

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vixenpen · 3 years

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Neighbors (Bakugo x Miku x Hawks)

(With some other people because they are all some scandalous hoes)

Pt.8 I Fucked Your Man (and you can’t do anything about it)

The hero charity ball was one of the biggest events of the year in Japan. This was Miku’s first time singing at the event, as the headlining performer no less, and as excited as she was, she was also relieved that it was almost over. She had one more set to perform before the event wrapped up and she was spending it trying to soothe her tired throat by holding cold water in her mouth and warming it on her tongue before swallowing.

The trick was helping, but She hoped none of the heroes or organizers would approach her to have a conversation while she was holding luke warm water in her mouth like a guppy.

Miku felt a tap on her bare shoulder.

So much for that.

“Try this.” A gruff voice spoke up from behind her.

Swallowing awkwardly, Miku turned. She immediately recognized the handsome, broad shouldered blonde as the hero Ground Zero aka Bakugo Katsuki. The man held a small cup of tea with a silver spoon in front of her wearing an open smile. Miku stared at it blankly.

“For your throat.” He explained slowly with an amused smirk.

“Oh? Oh! Thank you!” Miku grabbed the teacup with a surprised smile.

“Tch. Well, It was cute watching you try to be discreet with the whole water trick at first..then it just started getting sad.”

“Oh god. You noticed?” Miku’s cheeks burned. “Everyone must think I look like an idiot.” She chuckled nervously before taking a sip of the tea. It tasted like ginger and honey.

As she drank, Bakugo settled into the seat beside her, propping his chin on his fist With a lazy little smirk.

“I have a friend whose a singer. I know all the tricks, but I doubt any of these dumb asses realized what was going on. Is it good?” He nodded towards the tea.

“It’s delicious, thank you.” Miku replied, pleasantly.

“I didn’t know how you would like it so I told them not to make it too bland or too sweet.”

Miku gave him an impresses look.

“A true hero even off duty, huh?” She laid a hand on his bicep, and then choked in surprise. “Oh, Wow you’re jacked.” She squeezed his arm.

Bakugo laughed. It was rough, but warm and genuine and made her smile.

“But seriously,” Miku giggled, “Thanks a lot, I owe you one.”

“Oh?” Bakugo cocked a brow. “Well, if you really want to repay me, how ‘bout dinner next weekend?”

Miku’s smile widened. “Deal.”

The man’s expression softened. “Good. Now where’s your dumb ass management? Clearly they need their ass whooped for not having tea and water available for their star.”

She laughed.

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Miku set the microphone back on the stand on the final note, eyes still fixed on her boyfriend who was sitting at one of the empty tables front row and center.

“That’s a wrap! Sounded great, Shiro-san.”

“Thank you.” Miku held a thumbs up to the sound and stage crew before stepping off and heading towards her boyfriend.

“Who let you in here during my rehearsals?” She teased.

“Considering the fat check I cut these fuckers every year for this damn event, they better let me in here.” He shot back with a grin, passing her a venti cup of steaming tea.

“Mmm.” She sighed contentedly as she sipped. “Seeing you sitting there reminded me of the first time we met.”

Katsuki looped an arm around Miku’s shoulders as she waved good bye to the team.

He chuckled.

“It was at this same venue four years ago at the hero charity ball. You were performing in that sexy ass gold dress and you were trying warm up water in-“

“In my mouth!” They finished at the same time with a laugh. “And then you cursed out my management for not having tea ready for me after my set.”

“Those idiots deserved it,” Bakugo scowled. “You were their star. The hell do you look like having to hold water in your mouth like an amateur?”

The woman chuckled.

Katsuki squeezed Miku’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “It’s one of the best memories of my life.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.

“You’ve been awfully sweet lately. What’s gotten into you?”

“The hell do you mean?” Katsuki asked, leading her out to the Lamborghini parked at the back entrance.

“I meeean, I’m wondering what you want.”

He opened the car door to let her inside before slipping into the drivers seat.

“Alright, the jig is up. I wanted to talk.”

“About..?”

“About us.”

“Uh oh.” Miku frowned. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? Hell no!” Katsuki balked, side eying his girlfriend. “Why would you go for the worst case scenario? It’s about the charity ball.”

“The charity ball? What about it?”

He let out a troubled sigh that grabbed Miku’s attention. She frowned.

“It’s Eijirou. You remember the guy he was seeing?”

“Jean, The little cutie that worked in support at Endeavor’s agency?”

“Yeah,” Katsuki’s brow furrowed, “Jean broke up with him.”

“What?!”

“Yup.”

“Oh my god. They seemed so good together. Poor Eiji.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty hurt about it.”

Miku pouted. “I hate that for him.” She whined.

“Yeah,” Bakugo sighed, “babe, I know that night is kind of special to us, but I was wondering if you’d be cool with him tagging along with us to the ball? If you don’t want a third wheel, I totally—“

“Are you kidding? Kiriboo could never be a third wheel! Of course he can come with us. Y’all can hang out while I perform my sets, then the three of us will have fun together.” She squeezed her boyfriend’s arm affectionately. “We’ll make him forget all about his shitty ex, right babe?”

Katsuki shot her a grin.

“Hell yeah, Dove.”

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“So your master plan of making me seem too sad to handle going to a party by myself actually worked?”

“She agreed didn’t she?”

“But you didn’t tell her the real motive behind it?”

“I don’t have to tell her, Miku’s a freak. She’ll be down for it.”

“I don’t know, bro. I‘d feel more comfortable knowing she knows what’s going on.”

Katsuki shook his head.

“You dumb ass, if I bring up the threesome to her by myself, she’ll freak out and start thinkin’ im trying to be on some cheating shit, but if the three of us are just chilling and having a good time together...” he trailed off, grabbing Kirishima’s collar, tugging the man forward until they were nose to nose. “It’ll be more organic.”

“So, it will seems like it was more her idea?”

“Exactly. Look, I know my baby girl, and the only thing she likes more than attention is being catered to. We’ll put all our effort into making this all about her. She’ll love it, and eventually, it’ll be the three of us.”

Kirishima’s eyes darted to his lover’s lips.

“Keep talking like that, and you’re gonna have a problem on your hands, Katsu~” he teased.

Bakugo scoffed.

“You could never a problem, babe.”

He closed the space between them for a kiss.

Neither man saw or heard the door click shut.

#scandal #hoe shit #bnha imagines #my hero academia #bnha scenarios #my hero fanfic #bakugo x oc #bakugo x kirishima #hawks x oc #bakugo x uraraka #bakuchako #bnha #bnha smut #slight n/sfw #n/sfw mention #cheating #relationship problems #Spotify

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supraveng · 4 years

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Cocktail Hour

Summary: you work for Stark in his lab and get to know the Avengers, you also moonlight as a bartender

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanof, Reader

Warnings: SMUT and story and a bit of fluff, alcohol consumption,

Word Count: 4312

“What do you want, Wilson?” you asked without looking up from the project you were working on. “Is that anyway to treat your favorite Avenger?” he responds with a smirk. “Oh, I didn’t realize you brought Bucky with you” you smirk as you look up a bit shocked to see Bucky standing behind Sam and with a shit eating grin.

“Wow, really Y/N? I thought we were friends'' he responds in a huff. “Wilson, you only come visit when you want something from me, it’s never friendly chatting. I’m busy, what do you want?” you deadpan knowing the more you agitate him the longer this is going to take, but you don’t care. Getting Sam all riled up is one of your favorite past times, and one that you and Bucky have been bonding over.

“Fine, I’ll make it short and sweet. I need you to put in a good word for me with your girl, Savannah'' he states as he wiggles his eyebrows. You freeze and slowly look at Sam, with a slight squint.

“WHAT?” you respond exasperated that he’s interrupting your project that seems to be never ending. "Please? She's cute and we really hit it off, but I'll be coming back to the bar this week to get her number and you can make sure she knows I'm more than worth her time" he tells you with a smug look on his face.

"First of all, since when does the, and I quote, great Sam Wilson need help getting numbers? Second, her name is Sienna not Savannah. And last but not least, you aren't her type" you respond with a smirk, knowing just how much your points are getting under my skin.

"Alright now, I don't need your help getting numbers, women love me. I just wanted you to be a supportive friend" he grumbles at you. You just raise an eyebrow waiting for him to continue.

"Second, she said Savanna like the city in Georgia." "Its Siena, like the city IN ITALY!" you interrupted.

"And third, how could this not be her type?" he said as he gestured from his head to his toes, flashing that ridiculous smile and beginning to flex his biceps. You let out a heavy sigh and you can tell he thinks he's got you stumped.

"While all that" you waive your hand towards him "might interest some women, you just don't have what she wants" you state while slightly shaking your head sadly. He's about to start up with another dispute and any other time you would love to spend hours tormenting him like this, but you were still working and had a few hours left to finish the reconfiguration of your latest project, so you step closer.

Putting your hands on his shoulders and looking up at him with an apologetic smile "Sam, you don't have a vagina. I'm sorry, but she's not interested unless you do."

Bucky couldn't hold it in any longer and was doubled over in laughter. "Now, if you boys didn't bring me coffee, get out of my lab" you say as sweetly as possible. "But she was so flirty, are you sure? Maybe she's bi?" he asks trying to understand what he missed.

"She's a waitress Sam, flirting gets you bigger tips. I mean did you give your usual amount or did she earn a bit extra?" you ask only trying to get him to see the reality of their interactions.

"Damn it!" he huffs as he turns around to leave. Bucky straightens up trying to calm himself down when he looks up at you "I'll be right back with your coffee"

A few minutes later, Tony walks in with a quizzical look on his face "what did you do to birdman and gramps?" He moves past you toward the back of the lab.

"Why would you think I did anything to those two?" you ask as innocently as possible. He arches an eyebrow and you concede "ugh, why does that always work? Ok, it's no big deal, Sam was asking about my coworker Siena, and I told him he had no chance since she's into women. But apparently when a waitress flirts its interest and not just trying to get a bigger tip, he learned a lot today" you sigh as you continue working.

"What do you mean "coworker Siena''? He asks using air quotes. "I've never seen her in my lab, who is she?" " She's a waitress at the bar" you mumble realizing Tony didn't know about your other job. You have been an intern for him, working on your doctorate in Biomedical engineering, for the last year and he didn't know you had another job. This isn't going to end well you thought to yourself.

"How is it possible you have another job? You are here all the time, how do you have time to work at a bar, write your dissertation, find time to sleep and have a social life?" he asks, seeming like he's been swindled or something.

"And why do you have another job? This internship pays above average for engineers, I'm not even sure what's going on around here anymore."

"Ok, Tony, first of all, I thought you knew, I cleared it with legal before I accepted the internship. I've been working at The Rum House since my freshman year and they are flexible with my hours. Two, the work I'm doing here is my dissertation, three who are you to question my sleep habits? And four, I like staying busy, I don't have a social life per say and I'm ok with that" you state with a shrug just as Bucky comes walking in with a huge cup of coffee.

"One venti flat white with hazelnut, sorry am I interrupting?" he questions as he hands you the coffee. You immediately bring it to your face and take a deep breath closing your eyes to enjoy your favorite beverage and miss the small smirk on Bucky's face, feeling a bit of joy that he could make you happy with something as simple as a cup of coffee.

Taking a sip you moan and open your eyes to see Tony and Bucky starring at you. With a smile you look at Bucky "thank you, this is exactly what I needed and no you didn't interrupt a thing, we're done,"

"We are so far from done, did you know she had another job? Hmm? Am i the last to find out everything around here?” Tony mumbles to himself as he goes back to his work station. Bucky smiles and waves as he leaves and you watch him longer than you should but damn the way he wears jeans just does something to you.

"And what was that? You have a crush on the centurion now too?" he asks. "What? You are ridiculous! I'm just appreciating the coffee and wondering why you never bring me coffee. I mean, I thought you took your title of "World's greatest boss" seriously but I guess that's not the case" you respond as seriously as possible as you sit back down and get back to your project.

You've been working non stop most of the day and don't realize how late it is until your phone chimes and you notice it’s after midnight. .

You are probably already in bed but I wanted to say goodnight

I'm actually still working. I guess I lost track of time. I should head home and get some sleep

It's late, you could stay with me ;)

That's so tempting but your roommates are very nosey, not sure how to sneak out in the morning without getting caught

You're right, as always. Can I walk you home?

I would love that, meet me at the corner in 15?

I'll be there in 10

"Even tired you still look beautiful, how is that possible? " he states as you wrap your arms around his torso for a long overdue hug. "And you are always the charmer, how did I get so lucky?" you mumble into his chest as you inhale deeply.��

His scent always felt calming and safe. "I'm the lucky one" he says as he kisses the top of your head. Beginning to walk arm in arm down the street, "now let's get you to bed, you work too much"

"In my defense it will all be over once I complete my dissertation, then when I find a real job, I'll be a normal person working 60-80 hours a week" you smile at him and peck his cheek.

"That's more than normal people, and the part time job at the bar? Are you going to give that up?" he questioned with a smirk.

"I like the bar and I thought you liked the tiny uniform" you wink as you turn the corner towards your apartment.

"You can wear that for me any time and I would love it, not just at work, or better yet, nothing at all" he responds in a low growl. You chuckle and swat his chest, "then we would never leave the apartment" "and I don't see that as a problem at all!" he spins you towards him and kisses you passionately, then releases your arm.

"Aren't you coming up?" you ask a bit disappointed. "I definitely want to, but you need sleep and if I go up to your place, I will not let you get any." he states slowly backing away.

"I have tomorrow off, do you think you can break away from your roommates and we can have lunch?" you ask. "If you have the whole day off, you call me when you wake up and I'll take you to breakfast, lunch and dinner, and I will make sure we work up an appetite in between'' he responds with the wiggle of his eyebrows.

"That sounds perfect! I'll call you in the morning" you smile as you make your way into the building. Flopping on your bed exhausted, you have a smile on your face for the plans you have for tomorrow.

Waking up you look at your clock and gasping, 10:33, you hadn't slept that late in ages.

Hey handsome, you probably don't believe me, but i just woke up! I'm gonna hope in the shower or should I wait for you to join me ;)

Oooo, I am on my way, do not start without me!

😘

The knock at your door was barely 10 minutes later, and you opened it laughing at the look on his face. "Did you run the whole way here? Your place is a 20 minute walk away."

"I needed to work up a sweat for the shower, been thinking about you naked since last night, which makes it very HARD to sleep" he responds while following you into the apartment.

"Well, you are overdressed so maybe I can help you out of those clothes" you respond in almost a whisper. You bat your lashes as you start to unbuckle his belt, looking up at him biting your lip "it's been such a long week, I feel like I hardly get to see you."

"I know, but today will make up for it, I promise" he mumbles into your neck. You are walking backwards into the bathroom when he is finally in just his boxers, you turn on the shower before dropping your robe to the floor.

He drinks you in from head to toe with a low moan "Damn beautiful, I've missed you" he practically purrs as he grabs your hips to pull you closer. The long shower was a much needed tension relief for both of you and lasted until the water ran cold.

“So what would you like for breakfast, beautiful?” he asks as he’s kissing your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “Actually, I was thinking maybe we order in, that way we don’t need to bother getting dressed at all.” you respond biting your lip and enjoying his lips traveling down your neck to your collarbone. He practically growls in response before picking you up and carrying you out of the bathroom, “you are brilliant, you know that?” before throwing you on the couch and poncing on top of you.

Several slices of pizza and orgasms later, the two of you are cuddling on the couch when his phone dings, “they can’t leave you alone for a day can they?” you quip knowing it’s his roommates checking to make sure he’s still alive.

He kisses your forehead before grabbing his phone “they are a bunch of smothering assholes, that’s what they are!” he responds before reading the message with a large sigh. Looking at him you know exactly what that means “what time do you have to leave?” you ask as casually as possible.

“I’m sorry, it’s a last minute “important” meeting, I can shower here and leave at 8ish to be on time” he responds apologetically.

“Which means you are supposed to be there before 8, but I will take every minute I can get!” you state as you straddle his lap and kiss his jaw.

“Trust me, I would much rather be here with you, kissing every inch of your body. Maybe I can fake that I’m sick” he mumbles against your neck.

You are about to respond when your phone starts ringing, you snarl as you look up ‘who the hell is calling me on a Saturday afternoon?” you whine as you reach for your phone. You toss it on the coffee table almost as quickly as you picked it up.

“You can answer that, I don’t mind, I can be a very good boy when I want to” he says as he winks at you. “That is the bar, and it’s my day off…...and you are never a good boy, one of the many traits I love about you” you hum as he begins to assault your chest with his sinful mouth and tongue.

Before he can continue, your phone starts ringing again and you whine as he stops “noooo, don’t stop!” He hands you your phone as he gets up and heads into the kitchen.

“This better be important” you practically yell as you answer the call. “Uh, hey Y/N! It’s Gary, and I know it’s your day off but we got a last minute backroom booking and I need the best bartender in NYC. Can you be here by 9?” You don’t respond, only sighing into the phone “I’ll pay you double! And you can have tomorrow night off” he throws in trying to change your mind.

“It’s not about the money Gary, I haven’t had an entire day off in 4 months. My body and brain need to do nothing but eat take out and catch up on bad reality tv” you argue, knowing it will do nothing to deter him from getting you into the bar tonight.

You look up to see a beer being handed to you and smirk on his face “I can go down there and scare him if you want” he whispers, only making you giggle in response.

“Ok, I’ll pay you for not working tomorrow night, please I really need you!” “Fine, quit begging, but I’m only agreeing because I lost my evenings entertainment. See you at 9!” you say before hanging up without letting him respond.

“Looks like my evening just got filled and I’ll be slinging booze rather than recuperating from today’s activities” you pout as you sip your beer. “Well it’s almost 6, so let's order some Chinese food and go for round 5 before we have to return to the real world” he responds sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders.

“Yes, but food first, I just hope I’ll be able to walk tonight. You have one hell of a libido!” you yell as he attacks your neck again. “Only for you, beautiful”

The time passes by faster than you like and you both shower before dressing. You are dressed and starting on your makeup when he walks into your room for a final kiss goodbye. “Damn, it is hard to leave when you look that good with clothes on” he eyes you up and down causing you to blush.

“Hey, why don’t you come by the bar after your meeting and we can continue what you started, handsome!” leaning back into his strong chest. “That sounds perfect, I’ll text you on my way!” and before you can respond he is running out the door, you just shake your head and laugh knowing he’s gonna be late and doesn’t even care.

Heading out of your apartment you decide to stop for coffee before hopping on the subway. It’s been a long and tiring day, in the best way possible, but you are expecting it to be a long night too since it’s a private event and there are always stragglers that have no intention of leaving when someone else is footing the bill.

Walking into the bar, you begin to wonder who books a last minute party on the weekend but decide it doesn’t really matter. You had an amazing day with your amazing man and were getting paid double, so it was definitely a win/win, even if your thighs were more sore than you realized before you left your apartment.

Note to self, uber the next time you have an all day sexcapade. You start to giggle at the thought when you make your way to the back room and start rearranging the bar to your preference. .

”Finally! I was beginning to worry you were going to stand me up!” Gary yells as he makes his way over to you. “Are you kidding? You offered me a lot of money to be here, and I have student loans out the wazoo! This is the second best thing that's happened to me today.” you state, not bothering to look up as you are wiping down the bottles.

“And by the look of that stupid grin on your face, I’m going to assume a certain someone is the first?” he questions, but you just shake your head and smirk.

“When is the party supposed to arrive? Any special requests I need to know about?” you ask in an attempt to change the topic as quickly as possible.

“They will be here any minute now and you are the only one back here tonight, but it’s only 10-12 guests so you should be fine. But let me know if you need a cocktail server or bar back, I can’t spare both but I’ll pop in and help when I can” he smiles and turns back to the bar area of the bar.

You are digging for the better rocks glasses when you hear people enter the room and turn to smile at the arriving guests, only for your face to immediately fall.

“Are you kidding me Stark?!” you grit out. “I can’t get away from you for a damn day?” you ask.

“Oh, is this the bar you work at, behind my back? I had no idea” he states dripping in sarcasm. “HA!” you fake a laugh “so this is my payback for not telling you?” “No, actually, Birdman told me about the uniform and I had to see for myself” he says, eyeing you up and down.

“I have to say, you look different than I anticipated and a little hurt that we don’t get to see this side of you in the lab.” You shake your head and laugh at yourself, this wasn’t how you expected your night to go, but at least you knew your clients weren’t just a bunch of assholes.

These people were your friends, practically family since you started working for Stark. “So Tones, what can I get you? I don’t think we’ve ever drank together, so I honestly don’t know if you are a Scotch neat or martini kind of man”

“Well, a little birdie told me that this bar has cocktails named after me and my friends, so that’s why I’m here, I wanted to check them out!” he smiles and you realize he’s either testing your bar-tending skills to prove to you that you don’t need this other job or his curiosity is going to be boosting his ego, either way, tonight will be fun.

“We do have a few, here is the Avenger cocktail list.” you say handing him the list with a smirk, knowing you will be making all of these drinks by the end of the night.

“Well, since you’ve worked here so long, what do you recommend?” he replies while looking over the various drinks “and why am I not listed at the top? If it’s not in alphabetical order, it should at least be listed by best Avenger at the top”

“Well, it’s listed by most popular drink, so if you want something sweet, I would go for The Cap America, if you need something more of a punch try the Black Widow, if you want to get revved up but not remember much of your night you should go for the Hulk. The Iron Man is an acquired taste, but it’s definitely worth a try, but most people don’t order a second one” just describing the drinks to him, you wonder if he thinks you are commenting on the drinks or the people behind them.

“Thor is pretty good if you want something simple, Hawkeye is both strong and sweet, Scarlet Witch is one of my personal favorites, along with the Bucky.” you stare at him with your hands resting on the bar top.

“Wait a damn minute! I am in this bar all the time and there’s no Falcon cocktail? What the hell Y/N?” Sam yells from behind Tony.

“I’m sorry, I don’t get to decide what goes on the menu, but I am working on creating your drink” you respond as sweetly as possible. “I’m just stuck on how to make a drink that people will enjoy, but is also a pain in the ass" you smirk as Sam realizes what you just said.

"I didn't know it was pick on Sam day, but I've had enough! Can I have a beer and tequila shots? I came here to have a good time and I feel attacked right now."

"Of course, whatever you want Sam" you say as you grab a mug and start to pour his favorite beer. Handing it to him with a smile, he leans in and pecks you on the cheek, “you’re lucky I love you enough to put up with your shit” he grumbles as he walks towards the tables.

After fixing all of the specialty drinks for everyone to try the signature cocktail you are certain that the night has just begun. You are wiping down the bar top when you look up to see Bucky grinning at you, turning you realize Natasha is at the bar for another round.

“Same drink or would you like something else, Nat?” “Do you have any decent vodka or am I just wasting your time?” she asks with a laugh. “We actually carry Jewel of Russia, but that’s about as good as it gets, I’m sorry Tony dragged you out tonight just to torment me.” you mention while grabbing the bottle from the fridge and a handful of shot glasses.

“I was wondering what this last minute outing was all about, I figured it was Barnes trying to let you see him in a more relaxed state” she quips while trying to gauge your reaction.

“Bucky? Him and Sam are in here all the time, and I’m not sure why you think he would want me to see him relaxed…..” you reply while setting up a tray for the shots. Natasha grabs two before you can even fill more. “Well, I’ve never seen him gawk at a bartender, like he is tonight”

“I think you are reading into something that isn’t there, but why don’t I take this tray over and test your theory?” you say while grabbing the tray of shots and placing the bottle of vodka in an ice bucket.

Noticing that Bucky was watching most of your conversation you make sure to sway your hips a bit extra and set the tray down in front of the team.

“Alright gang, let me get some of these empties out of here and grab a couple more rounds for you. Any special requests?” you smile around the group seated in the overstuffed chairs and couches.

“Hey Buck, anything you want to ask Y/N for?” Natasha says with a sweet tone. “Like a date maybe?” she adds just as Bucky was about to ask for a drink. You chuckle slightly look over at Bucky who seems to be a bit in shock.

“Uh, nah, I don’t think I’m Y/N’s type” Bucky says attempting to brush off Nat’s comment and not draw more attention to the conversation. With the glasses gathered in your hands, you start to head back to the bar before responding ‘yea, tall, dark and handsome isn’t my type” you smirk as you walk away.

Immediately the entire crew is carrying on like a bunch of teenagers and egging Bucky on to follow you to the bar. You are starting to pour a few pints when Bucky clears his throat to gain your attention.

“So you think I’m tall, dark and handsome, huh?” he almost whispers. “Well, that’s the PG version of what I think about you, didn’t want to get you into any trouble with your roommates. Are you coming back over when this little party is over?” you ask with a smirk.

“Oh, you know I am, I owe you a couple more orgasms today. As long as I get to help you out of that sexy uniform.”

#avengers x reader #bucky barns x reader #marvel fanfiction #reader insert #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #sam wilson #tony stark #natasha romanoff #avengers reader insert #marvel reader insert

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gloss-glass-ash · 4 years

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The Proposal Pt. 1

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Word Count: 1, 464

Summary: The Proposal au.This will most likely be a several part series but I cannot guarantee when it will be completed. :)

Warnings: language

Jolting awake from a sensually frustrating dream about Harry Styles, Y/N realized two things. Foremost, her alarm had yet to go off. Secondly, perhaps more importantly, she desperately needed to get laid. Rolling toward her alarm, her eyes widened in panic. The clock was stopped at 12 despite the sun sneaking past her curtains suggested otherwise. Unplugging her phone, she almost screamed at the time. 8:00. She had an hour to get to the office or her ass was grass.

Thankful she had showered the night before, she rushed about her apartment in an effort to get dressed and do her hair and makeup with enough time to make it to Starbucks. 8:20 and she was out the door. 8:40 she got off the train at the closest stop to the Starbucks that The Devil Himself preferred. By the time she rushed in the line was snaking back toward the door. Before she could swear, the goofy barista with the pretty blonde curls and sparkly blue eyes held up two venti iced coffees and winked.

"You are a saint, I actually love you." Y/N placed them in a tray and scurried toward the office.

The elevator was full as was the lobby by the time she got in. Forced to take the stairs, she kicked off her heels and held them in one hand while balancing the coffee in the other. She entered the offices of Summer Publishing at 8:55 and sighed with relief. That is, until Carl from deliveries bumped into her with the mail cart causing one iced coffee to spill down the front of her blouse.

"Fuck me." Sliding on her heels, Y/N rushed to Ashley's cubicle. "Hamilton tickets, 2, yours if you give me your shirt. Offer expires in 5, 4, 3-"

At precisely 9:00 am The Devil Himself strutted into the office. He was on the phone but that certainly did not mean his eyes were not searching for the slightest infraction among his staff. Pleased, or as close as he could possibly be to it, he entered his private office. Y/N followed shortly after.

"Good morning, Mr. Irwin." She set the coffee down on coaster on his desk.

"I just got Hood to do a book tour. Calum Hood, the world's most mysterious author, to do a book tour."

"Oh wow, sir. That's amazing!" Y/N dared a step closer to his desk as he leaned back in a chair that probably cost twice her rent. "Did you get a chance to look over that manuscript I sent you? I've read a lot of drafts but that one really stuck out."

"No." He waved his hand dismissively. "I doubt I'd like anything that you did anyway." Turning his coffee in his hands, he frowned or smiled, Y/N wasn't sure what his emotional range was.

"Anyway, sir, your immigration attorney called...again. He is quite insistent on you returning his call. You also have a meeting with Styles at 11, he seemed quite serious as well."

"Tell my attorney I'll get to it. We're supposed to have a meeting tomorrow but push that back. I need tomorrow to deal with Hood." Running a hand through his slick hair, he chewed on his straw."Has Clark come in yet?"

"Um, yes sir, I believe so."

"Good, let's go see him." Y/N turned to leave the room. "Oh, sweetheart? Who is Luke and why does he want me to call him?"

Her cheeks burned a warm pink. "That was originally my coffee, sir. There was an accident with yours."

"So, venti iced coffees with soy milk, sweetener, and a protein booster are your drink of choice?"

"Such a coincidence, I know."

Irwin stood and crossed the room. "Because it would be quite pathetic if you ordered the same thing as your boss." Passing through the sea of cubicles, he glanced toward Ashley seeing her shirt splashed with a brown stain. "Like I said, pathetic."

9 to 5 scenes flashed before Y/N’s eyes and she couldn’t help but fantasize about all the ways she could end him, get that pay raise, and her book published. Nevertheless, she kept her mouth shut, following behind Irwin with anger. He was the pathetic one. Couldn’t even call his own goddamn lawyer back, couldn’t even fire Clark on his own.

Clark, reasonably, was upset. Y/N felt some sympathy toward him because losing your job sucked and Clark had a family which was something Irwin could never understand. After several insults, Clark packed his belongings into a cardboard box and left the office with middle fingers high.

It was barely 10 o’clock, there were still a wonderful 7 hours left in the workday. The board meeting was next. Despite #MeToo and the fact that it was fucking 2020, the board was a good ole boy’s club filled with assholes with wandering eyes and hands. The rest of the board somehow made Irwin look like a saint. Y/N buttoned the top button on her shirt before walking in, kept her chin low, and didn’t dare stray too far from Irwin’s side.

Irwin slipped a note to Y/N, an SOS of sorts. She nodded and called his lawyer back. Dealing with his immigration lawyer would certainly be more stimulating than his meeting about paper- what was this The Office?

Y/N was thankful when the lawyer arrived, allowing her a much needed mental health break. She and Ashley smoked a variety of something in the bathroom with the window open, staring down at the city below. “Fucking asshole. Ya know, Dolly Parton wouldn’t put up with this shit.”

“I know.”

“Just once I would like to be treated like I matter to him. I turned in my transcript and all the asshole could say is that it’s pathetic I ordered two of the same drinks.”

“That’s just creativity on your part.” Ashley reapplied her lipstick, tilting her head slightly at Y/N. “You look awfully cute in my shirt, might just have to kiss ya.”

Well, Y/N certainly wouldn’t object to that. She never got the chance to know if Ashley’s lips tasted like cherries or strawberries, as Michael stuck his head in looking all sorts of panicked.

“Y/L/N? You are needed ASAP in Satan’s office and he said to unbutton your shirt a bit.”

Complying, if only for her paycheck, she plastered a smile on her face and undid the top button. She entered his office like the perky assistant she was. “Yes Mr. Irwin?”

Mr. Harry Styles sat next to Irwin’s lawyer at Irwin’s desk. Styles was certainly a pleasant surprise. Irwin smiled, honest to God smile with dimples and everything at the sight of her. “Honey, they know. You can call me Ashton in front of them, and well, it’s still in private.”

“I-” Ashton swept in, holding her close to his chest.

“For the love of God play along.” He whispered with grit in her ear under the guise of playing a kiss on her cheek. To the room, he said, “I told them about our relationship. It was impossible to hide anymore, what with our engagement and all.”

Engagement? Had Irwin finally cracked? Styles seemed over the moon at the idea of an office wedding while the lawyer looked slightly more at ease. Clearing her throat, the lawyer smiled. “Just so long as we can get this paper work going soon you know how the current administration is the process is going to take a while.”

Ashton kept his arm around Y/N, giving her side a sharp squeeze. “We have plans to go to the immigration office this afternoon before catching a flight to Kentucky for Y/N’s grandmother’s birthday. Only turn 88 once, ya know.”

Content with that arrangement, the lawyer and Styles left each with their own well wishing. Y/N turned to Ashton who wore his usual stupid jerk smirk. “What the fuck was that?!”

“Listen, I’m not about to apologize. I let my visa expire, the only way I can stay here is to get married. You’re the only woman I interact with on a daily basis. I’ll pay you quite handsomely to go along with it and we’ll get a quickie divorce in a year.”

Left speechless, Y/N walked to his cabinet and poured a shot of bourbon. Then another. One last one for courage. “This is a federal crime you know.”

Ashton hummed from his desk. “Well, last time I checked you disagree with the current administration on everything this should be an easy offense for you to commit. Now, collect your things and take a half day. We’re going to announce to the rest of the staff our engagement and then head to the immigration office.”

“I have to catch my flight-”

“Yes, I know and I’ll be attending. We have to sell it.”

#Ashton Irwin imagines #Ashton Irwin imagine #Ashton Irwin x reader #5sos imagines #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer imagines #Ashton Irwin au #5sos au #the proposal au

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elitespacefreak · 5 years

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You Remind Me of Andromeda - Pt. 1

I’m so so so very excited to finally post this little ficlet for the lovely miss @heart-chime ! She sent in an ask a little while ago that I absolutely fell in love with and of course I had to be super extra, so in addition to the list of headcanons, here’s part one of an accompanying Zim x Reader ficlet - plus the first half of a playlist!

The postcard thing will make more sense in part two~

It wasn’t that you thought astronomy was a totally useless class – it was actually fairly refreshing considering you were a hardcore medical student. But dear god you sometimes just did not have the brain power to remember things. Intensive details about human anatomy? Sure, no problem. The name of one obscure astronomical event that happens only every how many years?

Jesus you weren’t Stephen Hawking.

“Who can tell me which galaxy is the most prominent during autumn?”

Did you even know the names of any other galaxies? Like if Billy Eichner ran up to you in the middle of the street and asked, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be getting that dollar.

“Andromeda.”

“Thank you, Zim.”

Ah yes, the resident space nerd, who was constantly screwing with the grading curve on quizzes. But even though you rolled your eyes you found yourself smiling. He might have been from another planet but somehow his intelligence was still incredibly attractive despite your expecting it.

Gretchen, your best friend since middle school, elbowed you from her seat with a raise of her perfectly groomed eyebrows. When you shrugged your shoulders at her she tilted her towards Zim, prompting you to quietly ask her again, before she huffed and waved you off and went back to pretending to be taking notes on her laptop. You were pretty sure she was reading an article on astrology. Zodiac compatibilities or whatever.

For a solid five minutes you completely zoned out, staring off in the direction of the whiteboard while students were called up to mark on a drawn map of the current night sky. They were labeling minor constellations according to what could currently be seen within a few degrees of the horizon. Two or three other kids were invested enough to fill out the map, aside from Zim and Dib, who did most of the work.

Dib was a good kid, he came around after he grew up. You weren’t totally savvy as to what happened, but you and Gretchen came back from summer camp one year and he and Zim were joined at the hip – in a good way. After that Gretchen had an absolute glow up and turned into a modern day, purple-haired Aphrodite. And Dib fell hard. It was always so cute watching them fall in love with each other over and over again.

As your thoughts continued to drift so did your eyes, and they fell on the boys at the front of the room, your mind making a passing comment on Dib’s new jacket Gretchen got him for Christmas before landing on Zim.

He’d grown, a lot. He was just a hair under six feet – and nobody ever heard the end of it – and he’d finally ditched the raspberry uniform. It had always looked good on him, like most things did, but human clothes fit him well, even if he was too stubborn to hide the green skin. He hadn’t needed to tell you, you’d figured it out on your own pretty quickly, but even after he came to terms with you knowing he still wouldn’t take your advice on investing in a more practical disguise. That was fine though, he was a really nice shade of green and –

“You’re free to go, just don’t forget you’ve got a quiz due before midnight tomorrow. If anyone needs to speak with me about the final project I’ll be in my office today after three.”

You blinked back to reality, lifting your head off your hand. “Well time really flies when you’re having fun, huh?”

Dib peeked over his shoulder to make sure the teacher wasn’t looking before vaulting over the row of desks in front you to grab his things. “Fun? You looked bored as fuck.”

Zim laughed beside him, tucking away his laptop. “Earth to Dr. Cameron, hello~”

“Oh knock it off, you know that show’s not real,” you chided, matching his cheeky smile with your own. “I was paying attention the entire time.”

Him and Dib both gave you a hard time as you followed them out of the classroom. Gretchen was still making faces at you and nodded her head at Zim without saying anything, and you continued to raise your eyebrows in confusion.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, making the boys turn around curiously. “Hey, why don’t we stop by Starbucks and get coffee? It’s lunch so we should be able to snag a table, clearly somebody needs to study.”

Before you could interject about how you were going to ace that quiz Zim was chanting ‘frappaccino’ and Dib was mimicking an echo behind him. They were so dumb sometimes but god did you love them. Even when they were shuffling out of the building to the beat of a song blaring from Zim’s headphones.

You took Gretchen’s hand and pulled her along, lacing your fingers together so you wouldn’t get pulled apart by the crowd. “Come on, we’re getting left behind.”

She pretended to look around and act confused. “By who? I don’t know them.”

The line at Starbucks was backed up to the door, but people were in and out for the lunch rush and Gretchen piled all of your belongings onto a table for keeps where she could watch it from a distance. While the four of you creeped along the snaking rows of students you were grilled on potential quiz material.

“Oh come on, I’m supposed to study first. This isn’t fair –”

“Life isn’t fair, which constellation is the star Vega located in?”

“What? I don’t –”

“Wrong.”

��How many stars make up the big dipper?”

“Oh god, uh…”

“Wrong. What kind of star is Arcturus?”

“Umm, I can’t remember – ”

“Wrong again.”

“Wow you’re gonna fail.”

Gretchen smacked her boyfriend on the arm and glared at him. “Your job is to help, not antagonize.”

Zim waved her off and draped his arm around your shoulders. “Relax, she’ll be fine, I’m easily the most qualified tutor here anyway~”

“Exactly,” you said, wrapping an arm around his waist as you leaned into him with a smile.

You couldn’t see it because Zim was taller than you and you’d have to crane your neck to see his face from this angle. But the other two saw, saw the way his cheeks dusted just a shade darker, his eyes lit up, and the corner of his mouth twitched until his smile was lopsided. You didn’t know his light cough was corrective, but they did.

Gretchen shook her head goodnaturedly. “Yeah, if you say so. Now turn around so that poor barista doesn’t have to yell, she looks like she needs a nap.”

As you fumbled for your phone to pull up your Starbucks app you felt Zim’s arm slide off your shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, “could I buy you coffee this time?”

His offer caught you a little off guard, and apparently laughing it off was your brain’s only means at saving face once you felt the butterflies start to collate in your stomach. “Pssht, you just want the extra stars, huh?”

He smiled and your heart melted. “It’s definitely a bonus, but you didn’t say no so I’m running with it.”

If the barista wasn’t currently waving you over you would’ve insisted that he didn’t have to, but his timing was perfect so you let him have this one. Plus your seven extra stars, the mooch. His frappes always got him at least eleven to begin with. “How many until your next freebie?”

He stepped off to the side and looked down at his phone. “Two.”

“Aww, guess I should’ve gotten that venti, huh?”

“Guess so, now I’ll just have to buy you coffee again.”

You know, for being from another planet you shouldn’t be this suave.

After everyone had their coffee - and got a good laugh at Dib’s name spelled ‘Memebrane’ - you all sat down at your table in the back corner. While you and Gretchen pooled your notes to compare the boys took the quiz just to be done with it so they could focus on helping you.

“Alright,” Dib said, pulling out the textbook and slapping it down on the table. “I figured we’d give you a run down of what kinds of things to expect, ask you a few questions to see where you stand, and then devise a plan of attack from there.”

“And then I,” Zim added emphatically, “can make sure you both go home knowing what to study in the interim. Sound good?”

His excitement over the subject always made you smile, and you nodded eagerly.

About forty minutes later you were less than half as eager as you were to start with. The subject matter, again, wasn’t boring, it was just… so different than what your brain was already used to. After the end of an hour and a half Gretchen had to call it quits, asking Zim to just text her a study guide later so she wouldn’t be late to her evening class. And of course, since Dib was such a studious boyfriend, left to walk her himself.

Leaving the two of you alone. Of course.

“You don’t have another class tonight, do you?”

With a solid effort to get your nervous leg to stop bouncing you looked up and shook your head. “No, I just needed to clean some before I went to bed, other than that I’m all yours~”

Zim was in the middle of sipping his frappe before he pulled it away and coughed, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a… a really big piece of ice.” He gave one good cough before putting his drink down and away from him. “Where were we?” His voice was a little raspy and it made you smile a little.

You looked down at your notes. “Oh yeah, the sex constellation.”

“Okay now I’m really glad I didn’t have my drink in hand that time.”

“I’m sorry! I don’t remember what it’s called, I just know it’s got a funny name,” you whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“You mean Sextant?”

“Yeah, I mean what even is a… whatever that is?”

He sighed but his smile was genuine and it made your hands start to fidget now that his eyes were on you. “It measures distances for things like altitude.”

“Oh,” you said, sounding very uninterested all of a sudden. “That’s not very exciting.”

“No, not as exciting at the sex constellation I guess,” he laughed.

“Shut up!”

“I’m just teasing,” he said, grabbing your hand when you reached across the tiny table to smack him. “ Besides, now you definitely won’t forget it. So, where’s it at on the map?”

The textbook wasn’t very user friendly when it came to finding the correct chunk of sky map, but once you figured out which one to look at you were able to point it without too much fuss.

“See? Not so hard.”

The conversation was on and off for the next half hour while Zim wrote you up a study guide and let you take one last look over everything before he insisted you’d studied enough and needed to put it down. As you were packing up and finishing off your coffee he offered to walk you back to your dorm.

You blushed just a little, turning your face back to your things. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that. It’s only a few minutes from here.”

“I know,” he said, shouldering his bag. “But it’s getting dark and I’d be an asshole if I didn’t insist, so I’m insisting.”

Well you weren’t going to argue with him, or pass up a chance to let him shower you in chivalry. So you let him walk you home, looping your arm around his while you kept pace with his long strides.

Again, you couldn’t see the helplessly infatuated look on his face, but it was one that even Eliza Schuyler would be proud of. Had you not been around he might have been humming ‘Helpless’ to himself.

The walk was quiet and your thoughts were left to wander, first from your astronomy quiz, to your next bio lab, to thinking you recognized that student you just walked by, to the weird look you got from them because you did recognize them and evidently they were silently congratulating you on your booty call because you never told them you had a boyfriend. In fact you told her the opposite about two weeks ago so now it was weird because you and Zim were not dating - but not that you didn’t want to, and you would, it was just that…

Your brain decided it had had enough of that train of thought, and instead interrupted with an arbitrary ‘what if he asked?’ and then you spiraled into a whole thing that dumped you into your high school memories. That had been a weird time for everyone just in general, but your friend group had gone through some exceptional growing pains.

You were coming to terms with what going through med school was going to entail (which was a lot), Gretchen was in the middle of a huge falling out with both of her parents, Dib was finally clawing his way out of the worst time of his life and going to therapy, and Zim…

Well, he probably had it the worst, and ended up embodying the whole “teenage rebellion” thing to an absurd degree. You remember liking the hair and new jacket, but the rest of it was just so much. The only reason you knew he was pretending to take notes in class while actually writing angry letters to his ex-Tallest (he’d been very particular about that for a while) was because he always looked so angry and eventually one of his teachers sent him to the counselor. After that there was a good week of heart-to-heart sleepovers with everyone because Gretchen insisted.

But by the end of two years things sort of… got better. You had a viable plan of action to get you through med school, Gretchen found a healthy way to be removed from her parents without the animosity, Dib’s therapy had done wonders, and Zim grew up. You remembered it all happening so fast, it was like one day you were all a bunch of edgy kids trying to prove something to the world and the next day you realized you only cared about proving something to yourselves instead.

What a crazy few years.

“What are you thinking about?”

Huh? Oh! You blinked and hummed. “High school.”

“Oh God.”

You laughed and made a face. “What? You didn’t like high school?”

Zim made a little gagging noise. “Ew, no, do you even remember high school?”

“Pfft, yeah I remember that stupid expensive leather jacket you wore.”

“Listen I deserved something nice. It’s not my fault I was impressionable and you humans have terrible coping mechanisms.”

“I’m kidding,” you said, bumping him with your hip as you walked. “But the wig was nice.”

He absently trailed his fingers through his hair, biting his lip to cease the smile that honestly never left him. “Yeah? I kinda thought it was obnoxious actually.”

“You were a rebellious grungy emo boy, of course it was obnoxious. But at least you looked…?” You paused, rolling a few words around on your tongue.

“Normal?”

“Well, not really, but close enough?”

He shrugged. “I’ll take what I can get. Want me to walk you upstairs?”

The two of you had reached your dorm building, a cookie cutter copy of three other buildings just like it. Usually it was pretty lively during the day, but somehow it just felt so foreboding once the sun went down. It was probably the fluorescent street lamps and flickering lights over the front doors. Plus the trees looked a little too lifelike in the dark.

You scrunched your nose. “Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all~” He followed you up to the door and waited for you to pull out your student ID, listening for the doors to click once you swiped it across the panel. “There’s a hell of a blind spot over here, I don’t think this camera can - ”

You bristled and pulled the door open. “Don’t tell me that!” you chided, putting your ID away. “There’s enough weirdos around here as it is, I don’t need to know about how bad the security system is.”

Zim laughed and made a face. “My bad. I could fix it though.”

The two of you stopped in front of the elevators and waited for one of the two to come down to the ground floor. “That’s probably illegal.”

“It’s definitely illegal. I’m just saying I could.” He looked up and around at the foyer, sticking his hands in his pockets as a sliver of nervous energy coiled in his stomach. Being around other people was one thing, being totally alone in an enclosed space was a completely different thing. The ‘ding’ made him jump, he was glad you didn’t notice.

As you stepped in and pressed the button for the seventh floor you sighed. “I bet if I took the stairs every day my legs would look great.”

You didn’t see his eyes flick down, or the way his jaw clenched as he bit his tongue, begging himself not to correct you out loud. But what he did say made you look. “You always c-maybe come do the gym with some time - ” He didn’t even really finish before he set his hands on his hips and just stared at the ground.

“Uh,” you tried so hard not to laugh, “What-?”

“You know I’m pretty sure I blacked out for that entire sentence.”

“Did you have a stroke?”

“No idea.”

“Can you even have those?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“I hope not,” you said, stepping out of the elevator as it stopped and the doors slid open. “Those are no joke, so you better not die on me.”

He followed you out and around the corner, humming. “Would you miss me?”

“Of course I’d miss you, you’re my best friend.” When you looked up you saw a dopey smile spread across his face. “Aww, see? You do have a heart.” you teased, leaning your head against his arm.

“Who, me?” He rested his hand on your opposite shoulder. “Absolutely not.”

You scoffed. “Liar.”

“Technically, I do not have the biological equivalent of a heart.”

You picked your head up and scowled. “Wait, but when I give you hugs sometimes I hear a rhythmic thumping, so what the fuck is that then?”

He shrugged and smiled. “I dunno, maybe I’ll let you play doctor some day and find out.”

There was a catch in your step as you tripped over what he said. “I - what?”

Suddenly his whole face flushed and both hands flew up to cover his face. “Oh god I’m so sorry, I forgot that was a weird sexual thing for you guys, aaaaahh,” he whined.

You laughed and waved your hand. “Oh no, no I thought you were asking me to like… cut you open or something?”

Zim pulled his hands away just enough to look absolutely horrified at you. “No no, please don’t do that either.”

“I would never let anyone do that to you, ever,” you promised, holding his arm and guiding him along down the hallway. “I was just asking, dummy. I don’t think I could ever pull off the sexy nurse thing anyway so that went right over my head.”

“Well I mean that’s debatable,” he whispered.

You looked up at him. “What?”

“What?”

“Did you just…?”

He stopped in front of your door, his eyes going a bit wide. “Oh I said that out loud didn’t I?”

You blushed, pulling your ID out of your back pocket to open your door. “Don’t worry, I’m flattered~”

He blinked a few times, absolutely mortified at himself. “Uh huh, well I’m going to stop talking and give you a hug now.”

You propped the heavy metal door open with the heel of your foot and leaned in to hug him goodbye. He was always good for hugs, something about being platonically repressed and Irken social norms or whatever, but his were your favorite. He was the perfect height too, you could snuggle right in between his chin and shoulder and wrap your arms all the way around and up his back, nice a flush - those were the best. You always felt yourself linger a little longer than with anyone else, but he didn’t seem to care, and Gretchen was the only one who ever pointed it out. It wasn’t like you were counting the seconds or anything…

“Oh hey~” Speaking of Gretchen.

You pulled away and turned around, tilting your head. “Hey, I thought you had class?”

Gretchen was draped across the couch with her laptop and leftover Starbucks. “Me too, until I got there and realized no one was coming. Wetzle got food poisoning during lunch today so he cancelled last minute. How was studying?” The lilt in her voice always assumed something.

You crossed your arms. “It was productive.”

Her lips twitched. “I’m sure it was~”

When you rolled your eyes and finally said goodnight you saw Gretchen make a beeline for the door before you got to your bedroom, but you didn’t bother to stay within earshot, if you wanted to sleep at all you still had some work to do.

When Gretchen was sure you couldn’t hear she poked her head out through the door. “Hey space nerd, get back here.”

Zim was already halfway down the hall before he groaned and walked back over and leaned against the wall as dramatically as possible. “What?”

Gretchen smiled, raising her eyebrows as her fingers drummed against the doorframe. “Sooo? How’d it go?”

“It was fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Yes, just fine.”

She scoffed and slouched her shoulders. “Oh come on, why can’t you just say something?”

Zim leaned against his arms and pressed his head into the wall, whining. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“What happened? You bought her coffee, it was cute, what gives?”

He only whined.

“Oh my god Zim, you are such a baby. Just talk to her, it’s not that hard.”

His head raised just enough to scowl at her. “It is hard, because I tried like five minutes ago, and I’m pretty sure I blacked out and had a stroke. This isn’t - stop laughing it isn’t funny!”

Gretchen held a hand up to her mouth and waved. “No no, you’re right, it isn’t funny… it’s fucking hilarious.” When he started to genuinely look hurt she sighed and bumped him on the arm. “Okay okay, I’m sorry, this is hard for you. But - okay so maybe just talking isn’t gonna work for you… clearly. But you’ve got to do something, otherwise it’s gonna be this shitty soap opera type pining after each other bullshit forever and, I’m sorry, but it’s getting real old. Like I’m gagging on it.”

He shoved her goodnaturedly and turned around to slouch against the doorframe next to her. “Okay so talking isn’t working, what else is there? I mean I thought I was being pretty obvious? Unless I’ve totally misread this entire situation, and if I have don’t tell me because my poor soft little heart can’t take it.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she breathed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “That’s the thing though, you are being glaringly obvious, but you don’t seem to understand that that’s not enough. Literally everyone around you gets it, but she doesn’t. That’s the problem, there’s not a whole lot else you can do if you won’t just flat out say, ‘oh hey, by the way, I’ve been in love with you since our senior year of high school, can I take you out for dinner.’ Subtlety goes right over her head, so if you can’t be up front with words, you gotta do something that’s still gonna get the point across.” When he opened his mouth to ask something Gretchen immediately started shaking her head. “No, you can’t just skip straight to the dinner date, she’ll think it’s a friendly thing. She’s… incredibly platonically inclined, you’ve got to spell this shit out.”

Zim groaned and slid halfway down the wall before forcing himself upright. “Okay, fine. You’re the best friend, tell me what’ll get her attention.”

Gretchen pursed her lips, then smiled. “How about you give me my study sheet, then we’ll talk.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“You still owe me a study sheet!”

“Yeah, and you’ll get one, but you don’t have to hold it over my head.”

She waved him off down the hall. “Less arguing, more complying with my demands~”

“Yeah yeah,” he called, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked back down the hall to leave for good this time. Gretchen was a good friend, and he had all the faith in the world in her… he just hoped whatever advice she had would actually work.

You were too good to let slip away.

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Erin hadn’t even gone through the stack of paperwork she had dumped on me. I was surprised, to be honest. She was usually a little more diligent when she was turning over assignments. Maybe she was as angry as she appeared. I started flipping through the reports and sorting them according to which form they were. Then I alphabetized them. Then I went back and ordered them numerically, as I realized that we’d switched from names to ID numbers. Once I had everything sorted, I started checking each ID number against the casualty list from the attack and deactivated every report that no longer needed to be assessed. It was late in the afternoon by the time I had got that far. It was boring and thankless, and I needed a break. I poked my head into Erin’s office to see what she was working on.

“Hey, I’m going to run down to Starbucks for a latte. Want anything?” I asked. She looked up and smiled.

“I’ll come with.” She pulled her purse out and followed me out of the office. “How are those reports coming?”

“Erin, you should have told me you were so far behind on them. I could have helped you,” I admonished her. A scowl flashed across her face, but just as quickly vanished. I was sure she was hoping I hadn’t noticed.

“We had a lot come through while you were at the academy. I figured I’d be able to catch it up this week. Until Fury downgraded my clearance,” she grumbled.

“Where have you sent your resume?” I asked. Erin stopped and gave me a look of surprise.

“Oh my god, I was just blowing off steam, Annie!” She exclaimed. “I have no intention of finding another job. I was just pissed off.”

“Could have fooled me,” I commented as we turned into the Starbucks. She fell silent as we stepped in line.

“Do you think I should be looking?” She suddenly asked.

“Well, you’re obviously not happy. Venti non-fat London Fog please.” I handed some cash to the barista, and turned back to Erin. “Maybe you should be looking for somewhere safer.”

“Do you think my job is in jeopardy?” Erin pressed. I accepted my change and looked at her, long and hard. I could feel myself giving the ‘are you an idiot’ face to her.

“Erin, if you don’t follow through with what the director wants, your life may be in jeopardy. Isn’t that more important than a paycheque?” I demanded. “I mean, really. I get that this is not what you signed up for, but we’ve entered an arena now where risk-negation is far more important than personal pride. Don’t you think you’re being a little childish?”

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel,” she snapped as she paid for her coffee. We moved toward the pick up area. I could feel my cheeks flushing and my heart thumping in my chest.

“Okay, I will. I very nearly fucking died last week. I was a target in that attack. Everyone in our department that was at work fucking died except for me. So forgive me if I’m a little sensitive about this, but grow the fuck up. Fury is trying to keep you safe and alive as well as keep SHIELD running. If that means you need to put on a pair of runners and do five K, or take your fucking sidearm to the range and learn to defend yourself, maybe you should. Be more proactive about your personal safety. And if you really don’t want to take those steps, then yes, I think you should be looking for a new job at a different agency,” I retorted. The barista handed my tea across the counter. I snapped a lid on it and walked out, not waiting for Erin.

When I got back to the office, I tossed a ‘do not disturb’ note on the door and shut it before getting back at the stack of reports. I connected my phone to my console and put my favourite playlist on to keep the outside distractions down and then started pounding away at the pile. It shouldn’t have taken Erin more than a few hours to resolve what she’d given me, and I was determined to get it done before I went home. I kept my head down and pushed through, completely losing track of time. There was a tentative knock at my door on the third repeat of the playlist. I looked up as Stark opened the door. I raised an eyebrow at him. Tentative was not in his nature.

“Hey,” I looked back down at the report I was working on as he sat down across from me. He kicked his legs up and crossed his ankles on my desk

“Your receptionist was just locking up when I arrived. She said you haven’t left your office since three.”

“I had a pile of crap dumped on my desk that should have been managed while I was away two weeks ago,” I explained. “It’s been a long day.”

“But Coulson sent hugs and kisses in his text message. You should be all swoony,” he teased. I groaned and opened my phone. I pulled the tracer sticker off and tossed it in the garbage, giving him a smug look.

“Stay out of my text messaging,” I said, for emphasis. Stark just laughed.

“Where are we going for dinner?” He asked.

“We are going nowhere for dinner, Stark. Anna and I have an actual date. No work tonight.” Phil caught Stark off guard, and Stark rocked back in the chair just enough that he lost his balance. There was some undignified limb flapping, and his feet crashed to the floor before he regained his balance.

“I know when I’m not wanted.” I had to hand it to Stark; he knew how to play the wounded drama queen. He rose and walked to the door, his face a mask of exaggerated sadness. I looked at Phil and back to Stark.

“You are not wanted, Stark. However, I think we should get together tomorrow and go over what we know and what we’ve discovered.” Phil gave Stark the bland smile that I’d learned was his business fuck-off. Stark glanced my way and seeing the set of my jaw, sighed.

“Fine. I’ll bring my secret decoder ring tomorrow and we can find out who’s been stealing the lightbulbs from Old Man Johnson’s backdoor.” He swept out of the office, leaving Phil and I in confused silence. I looked at Phil and back at the door and cracked up. Phil shook his head.

“So tell me about this coded message.” Phil and I were sitting in my living room, eating Thai take-away. I took a big mouthful of noodles and chewed.

“Kate’s grandma called today. She’s Kate’s next of kin,” I started, and took a sip of my beer. “I figured she was calling about Kate’s life insurance, but she wanted to tell me all about this hornet nest she had in her yard years ago. She said something about smoking it, so the hornets left it but were calm, and then setting off a bug bomb, and then burning the nest so they couldn’t come back. I thought she must just have Alzheimer’s or something, but when I looked in Kate’s file, it showed her grandma had been a field agent.”

“What’s Granny’s name?” Phil asked.

“Cecelia Banks,” I answered. Phil choked on a mouthful of Pad Thai. I smacked him on the back and handed him his beer. He took a drink and coughed a couple time to clear his throat.

“Cecelia Banks? Jesus, she’s legendary,” he coughed again. “Her name is constantly being brought up at the academy. She discovered a cell of traitors in the 60s, and she wasn’t sure how deep it went. So she planted false information about a project she was working on to root them out. When she knew the extent of the infiltration, she exposed the works. Basically burned the nest so there was nothing left. That was a fucking brilliant analogy. No wonder they say she was one of the best.”

“How could she possibly know the importance of sharing that story with me?” I puzzled.

“You should go offer your condolences to your friend’s grandmother,” Phil recommended.

“That’s an excellent plan. I’ll see if Barton can meet me earlier tomorrow so I can drive up. She’s in Philly. Think you can get away and join me?” I asked. He nodded.

“Yeah. Fury has asked me to keep an eye on you anyhow.”

“I thought you were the mysterious security detail,” I laughed. “Natasha was quite concerned that she didn’t know who you were.”

“How did that go today?” He asked. I launched into an explanation of my training time, and how incredible Natasha was. I mean, Phil knew what I was talking about, so I really had no need to be so descriptive, but it had been an excellent session, and I could feel the ache settling into my muscles. Natasha was a tough teacher, and was going to challenge me, and I liked that. Phil leaned back on the couch and watched me as I gestured and tried to demonstrate stuff we’d done all alone. The indulgent smile, and loosened tie, combined with his completely relaxed posture and lazy grip on his beer bottle made me stop, midsentence and just look at him. I cocked my head to the side and smiled. He raised his eyebrows.

“What?” He asked. I shook my head and collected our plates and took them into the kitchen and brought us each another beer. I climbed onto the couch beside him and stretched my legs across his lap. He wrapped an arm around my knees as I leaned into his side. When I handed him the beer bottle he smirked.

“I know it’s a little early in the week for a two-beer-evening, but I’m feeling a little less invincible tonight. I feel vincible. Is vincible even a word?” I asked. He laughed and kissed my forehead.

“I’m not sure.” He ran his hand along my bare leg. “Is this what you wore at work today?”

“Yeah. Why?” I started pulling the pins out of my bun and fluffing my hair.

“Complete with your glasses there on your blouse all day?” He nodded toward where my glasses were tugging at the front of my blouse.

“Yeah. Why?” I asked.

“I got a text earlier today asking if Librarian Dominatrix Barbie was my new girlfriend or if it was The Other One.” He put air quotes around Librarian Dominatrix Barbie and The Other One. “I guess Librarian Dominatrix Barbie is my new girlfriend.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be offended or amused. I chose to be amused. It wasn’t the first time I had been compared to Barbie. It wouldn’t be the last. I could be offended every time, and point out the obvious differences: my boobs weren’t that big, my waist wasn’t that small, I wasn’t tall enough, my panties weren’t permanently molded onto my body and I was able to bend at the waist. Or I could roll with it, and let people underestimate me. It was probably to my advantage to let people underestimate me.

“So do I smack you around with a riding crop or a dictionary?” I teased.

“Well, if you have a dictionary, maybe we can look up vincible before you start hitting me,” he chuckled.

“Be forewarned. All my dirty talk tonight will be in words of no fewer than four syllables,” I taunted, whispering in his ear.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever looked forward to castigation and deprivation more.” He leaned across my legs and placed his beer bottle on the table, then took mine and put it beside his. He lifted my legs off his lap and slid across me, pinning me under him on the couch.

“Hey! I’m supposed to be Dominatrix Librarian Barbie. Get off!” I protested. He shook his head and smiled. I briefly considered flipping him off me, but in the end, I let him stay where he was. He was warm, and his hands were rough and it was exactly where I wanted to be after my day.

While Phil was in the shower, I sent a quick email to Erin to let her know I was going to be out of the office for the day. I clicked through the other emails and saw one from Barton in response to my message about changing our training time. I quickly responded by text message to let him know I was available until ten, and by the time I’d hit send, Erin had emailed back, demanding to know why I wasn’t coming in. I opted to phone her instead.

“What the hell, Annie? You chewed me out yesterday and then locked yourself in your office for the rest of the afternoon and now you aren’t coming in today?” She snarled into the phone instead of saying hello.

“One of the casualties from the attack had a dependent grandmother, and she phoned me yesterday. She wasn’t making any sense. I need to go see her to find out what needs to be put in place to ensure her safety. I think she has dementia.” I was not going to rise to the bait.

“And no one else can do that?” The venom was just dripping through the phone at me.

“Considering she called me, I thought it prudent that I check into this myself. If she has some sort of memory loss, it might help to hear my name.” I hoped that made sense. I knew nothing about dementia.

“Fine, whatever. Do whatever you feel prudent, Madam Director.” Her tone was contemptuous. It was time to rise to the bait.

“You know what? Don’t bother coming in today either, Erin. You can take a day without pay for insubordination,” I replied coldly.

“Fuck you. I don’t answer to you. Unless Fury tells me to take the day off, I’m not staying home.” The line went dead.

“That went well,” I sighed.

“What was that about, princess?” An unfamiliar male voice asked from the kitchen door. I dropped the phone and whirled around. It was Barton. How he’d got in was beyond me.

“Jesus Christ, Barton!” I gasped. “You scared the shit out of me.”

I prayed that Phil had head us talking, but I could hear the shower still running. Barton looked through my cupboards for a coffee cup and sat down to drink his coffee. I leaned against the counter, between him and the hall to the bathroom and my bedroom, hoping to somehow intercept Phil before Barton saw him.

“Hey, Annie?” Phil’s voice floated down the hall. “Can you toss my shaving kit to me? I left it at the front door.”

I closed my eyes and fought to keep my face calm. I knew Barton would have noticed the shoes at the door, so he would be expecting my boyfriend. But he knew Phil well, and I was just hoping he wouldn’t recognize his voice. I turned to get the shaving kit from the entry, but when I moved to head down the hall, Barton blocked me, and took the bag from me. Without a word he walked down the hall and knocked on the door. I stood, frozen in place, where he’d left me. Phil opened the bathroom door. Barton dropped the shaving kit into Phil’s hand, turned and walked back to the kitchen. He sat down and looked in his coffee cup and up at me and then back to his coffee cup.

“What’s in my coffee?” He asked.

“Nothing,” I answered. The look on his face made my blood run cold. Barton’s eyes narrowed and he was across the kitchen and had me against the fridge in seconds.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN MY COFFEE?” He screamed at me. Phil was in the doorway of the kitchen in a flash, towel around his waist, sidearm drawn and trained on Barton. If I hadn’t been so fucking terrified, I would have laughed. He only had half his face shaved, and the other half was still covered in shaving cream.

“Let go of Director Ellis, Barton,” he ordered. Barton looked at Phil, then at me. He looked back at Phil and his face fell. His grip loosened and he slowly let go of me, without taking his eyes off Phil. I saw a tear snake down his cheek and without realizing what I was doing, I reached out and rubbed his shoulder. He pulled away from me without looking in my direction. Phil lowered his weapon and placed it on the counter beside him. Barton took two steps to cover the distance between them and reached out hand to Phil. Phil, aware of his partial nudity, intercepted the gesture and turned it into a handshake.

“This isn’t the way I would have liked to tell you, Clint, but –“

“Jesus Christ, Phil?” Barton pulled him into a bear hug. Phil looked so incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. He patted Barton’s back stiffly, and then extricated himself from Barton’s arms. He backed up a few steps, grabbed his sidearm and pointed at the bathroom.

“I’m just going to go get dressed. I’m sure you have questions.”

#avengers fanfic #avengers fanfic with OFC #Phil Coulson x OFC

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venti macchiato for mojo

bin is a matchmaker and myungjun is completely flustered in jinwoo’s presence.

also known as this garbage myungjin fanfic i tossed together to mourn the start of the next semester tomorrow, rip seal.

“Hello, sir, what can I get-”

“Venti macchiato.”

It happened every single morning. Bin didn't know what this guy's issue was, but every single morning, without fail, he was at his counter, loudly talking on his cell phone and ordering the exact same drink; a venti macchiato. It wasn't as if it was too difficult of a drink to fix up, and it wasn't as if Bin hated his job as a barista, but sometimes he wished that this particular customer would actually hang up his phone for more than five seconds to talk to him politely, instead of just coming up and demanding a drink.

But Bin had to hold his tongue. He could probably insult the guy five different ways (and he knew he'd start at the guy's height), but he was a professional barista. He wasn't a barista who got into petty arguments with customers.

He was a barista with a job and he wasn't going to lose it.

“Name?” he asked.

The man paused in his cell phone conversation to stare at Bin for three seconds.

“Can you spell it right?”

Bin shrugged his shoulders.

Okay, so maybe he was petty, but he misspelled the guy's name every single day. It started out as a mistake, Bin writing too quickly during their rush hour, and then it just became habit. The customer only tried to correct him the first time; the second time it happened, the customer seemed to notice Bin's cocky smirk and decided against getting into an argument. And the third time, the customer had simply glared at Bin as he snatched the cup away.

It was the only way Bin could get back at this guy, and he was willing to stoop down to childish levels to do so.

“One venti macchiato coming right up!”

The drink was prepared and Bin passed it over. He watched as the customer peeked for the name, and he was delighted that the customer sighed loudly.

“I'm starting to think you do this to piss me off.”

Bin blinked innocently. “What? Me? No way.”

“Yeah, well, this one isn't even close.” He pointed at Bin's handwriting. “What's this? Mookjok?”

Bin had to hold back a giggle at his own brilliance.

“It's Myungjun. You can say it, can't you? Myungjun.”

“Myungjun,” Bin repeated.

Myungjun nodded his head eagerly. “And how is it spelled? I went over this with you last time.”

“Let's see.” Bin tapped a finger against his chin. “M-Y-U-”

He noticed Myungjun perking up, so he quickly derailed this guy's happiness.

“-H-E-A-”

Myungjun scoffed and stormed off, leaving Bin grinning proudly in his wake.

Sure, it was petty and childish, but it really made Bin happy for the rest of the day, and who was he to deny himself happiness?

///////

“What's this?” Myungjun almost always hung up the phone now when grabbing his drink. Bin was starting to think that Myungjun secretly liked the arguing. “M.J.?”

“It's cute, isn't it? Myungjun is too hard to spell. This makes it easier.”

Myungjun shook his head. “How is Myungjun too difficult to spell? I've spelled it out for you at least ten times!”

Bin smiled and shrugged his shoulders. His coworkers sometimes told him to stop goading the customer. His coworkers sometimes told him that their manager would be pissed if Myungjun actually started to complain to the company. But Myungjun had been coming here for weeks and had only spoken to Bin each and every time. It never seemed like Myungjun was truly upset with the situations to actually throw a tantrum about it. Which was more than Bin could say about other customers, yelling at him simply because he forgot to add one of their low-calorie sugars in their drinks.

“How old are you, anyway?”

That question threw him off guard. His smile faltered slightly as he stared at Myungjun, who was now sipping his drink and refusing to avert his eyes.

“Old enough to work here.”

“That doesn't really tell me anything. I've seen high school students work at coffee shops. Are you in high school?”

Bin snorted. “Of course not! I'm twenty years old, so I think that's old enough to be working here.” He began filling out another order, but Myungjun wasn't leaving the counter. “How old are you?”

“That's personal,” Myungjun responded. “I don't think you should be asking customers for their ages.”

“I don't think you should be asking employees for their ages.”

“And yet you still answered me.”

Myungjun was grinning wildly, but he seemed to freeze when one of Bin's coworkers came up. “Hey,” the coworker greeted. “My shift starts in five minutes, but I don't remember how to clock in. Do you mind helping me out?”

Bin nodded his head. “Sure. Let me finish up this drink I'm working on and I'll be right over there.”

The coworker smiled, and then glanced over at Myungjun, who was still staring at him in apparent shock.

Once Bin's coworker had left, Myungjun asked, “And who was that?”

“Jinwoo. He's new here. I think this is his second day, so he's still learning the ropes.” Bin completed the next order and set it out for a different customer to take. “What's with you, anyway? You look like you've seen a ghost.”

“Hm?” Myungjun gave a slight start and jerked away from the counter. “Oh. Nothing. Sorry. Um...get my name right next time, kid, or I'll file a lawsuit.”

Bin watched as Myungjun tried to gain some sense of the usual sarcastic cockiness he usually carried about, and when that failed, Bin watched as Myungjun scurried out of the cafe without saying another word.

So there was something about Jinwoo that made Myungjun speechless?

Interesting.

///////

Bin took any chance he got to talk to Jinwoo. At first it was for his own purposes, to possibly figure out why Myungjun lost all confidence whenever Jinwoo was around, but then Bin actually learned that he liked Jinwoo. Jinwoo was funny and smart and while he was a little slow getting drinks and taking orders, he made up for it with a large, gummy smile and a brilliant personality.

They became quick friends, and Bin supposed he had Myungjun's interest to thank for that.

He still misspelled Myungjun's name whenever Jinwoo wasn't nearby. He had tried it once with Jinwoo watching; Myungjun had just bowed to him and hurried out of the shop, and that was certainly a waste of his time and misspelling skills to have the recipient just run off.

“Mojo?”

It was one of those times that Jinwoo was in the back, and so Bin was actually able to get the chance to misspell Myungjun's name.

“Is that what I spelled?” Bin clicked his tongue against the rough of his mouth. “Wow, I guess I really suck at this, don't I?”

Myungjun sighed and lifted the lid of the cup to examine the contents, ensuring that it was actually his drink. “They should be embarrassed that you keep doing this.”

“Oh, they really are.”

Myungjun gave a small hmph, and instead of drawing back, he actually leaned forward slightly. “How old is Jinwoo?”

Bin narrowed his eyes. “I'm not really at the liberty to talk about my coworkers to any of the customers.”

“Right. Right, sorry, that was dumb.”

Myungjun cleared his throat and stared down at his drink.

A lightbulb clicked in Bin's brain.

“He's older than me, if you were wondering that.”

And it seemed that Myungjun was wondering that. Bin had never seen Myungjun look so happy just from a few simple words, and the guy gave a small chuckle as he stepped away from the counter. “No-Not for any purposes other than to make sure you guys aren't, um, employing kids in high school, because high school kids need their free time to work on homework. That's...that's all.”

Yeah, right. Bin totally recognized the tell-tale signs of romantic hope blooming.

Myungjun was smitten with Jinwoo, and Bin thought it was adorable.

“You wanna talk to Jinwoo?” he asked quietly. As expected, Myungjun turned red and high-tailed it out of there.

This was getting more interesting by the second. Bin liked it.

///////

He kept an eye out for Myungjun the next day. He was on cashier duty, and while he was the one who was supposed to take the orders, he had a plan in mind. Myungjun was crushing on Jinwoo, and Bin was going to set the two of them up. And, sure, maybe Jinwoo didn't even know Myungjun existed, but Bin was going to set them up, or he was a horrible barista. This was basically his job. After all, he had gotten Minhyuk his first girlfriend when the two of them were in high school – how difficult could it be to make a quick relationship out of his coworker and his customer?

He saw Myungjun through the windows, and he acted quickly.

“Jinwoo, do you mind taking over the register for a second?” he asked the unsuspecting blond. “I have to check something with this machine. It's been acting up, and since it's quiet now, I think I have a good chance.”

Jinwoo blinked from his spot nearby. “Um, sure. I don't know if I've been trained enough on the register, though.”

“Oh, you'll be fine! I'm nearby to help you, if you need it.” He gave Jinwoo a grin and stepped aside.

Jinwoo took over just as Myungjun walked in the door.

“Hello, sir, what can I get for you today?” Jinwoo was sticking straight to the script they were given when they started working as a barista. Bin hoped that Myungjun's antics would get them in an actual conversation.

Myungjun, for his part, was staring at Jinwoo with wide, brown eyes. “You're...where's, um, I was going to get Bin to-”

“I'm busy!” Bin called, and he poked his head out from behind the machine. “Besides, this is like training for Jinwoo. He's required to know this.”

Jinwoo was nodding and waiting for Myungjun to answer him.

Bin didn't miss Myungjun's angry scowl directed his way.

“Sir?”

“Oh. Um...a, uh, the...” Myungjun was struggling terribly with his words, and he ended up gesturing to the menu that was displayed right above the register.

Jinwoo craned his neck to look up at it. “Which one?” he asked again. “There's a lot of drinks up there!” He laughed, and this somehow made Myungjun even more flustered.

“The...oh my god, um, let's...just whatever! Whatever is fine!”

Jinwoo was smiling brightly. Myungjun looked as if he was under a spell.

“Alright, Bin's pretty good at making new orders for people, so I can get him to do that. Can I have your name?”

“Can I have your number?”

Bin about dropped the part he had been screwing and unscrewing in the machine for the past two minutes. He didn't expect Myungjun to move that quickly.

Myungjun didn't expect Myungjun to move that quickly, either, it seemed, because he now looked absolutely horrified. “I didn't...! I meant, um, my name! My name is, um...sorry, I was just thinking about the, uh, the price, just the price of the drink – I'm Myungjun.”

“Myungjun, right.” If Myungjun's sudden awkward personality had tripped Jinwoo up, the barista didn't show it. He scribbled the name out on the cup in Sharpie, then held it up for Myungjun to look at. “Did I spell it correctly?”

Bin was ready to dial an ambulance, because he was certain Myungjun was about to faint.

“That's...right, yes. I'll...stand by the counter and, um, I'm going to wait.”

Jinwoo was still smiling as Myungjun shuffled over to the counter. Bin tried not to meet his eyes, but Myungjun whispered anyway, “You did this on purpose.”

“He spelled your name right. Isn't that what you've wanted?”

Myungjun's eyebrows were furrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I was such an idiot, Bin! He asked for my name and I asked for his number.”

“I heard, and so did several of the customers.”

Myungjun was cocky, but when Jinwoo was involved, Myungjun turned into a high school girl. Bin found it endearing and hilarious.

“Well, now I can never come back here again! He probably thinks I'm super lame!”

Myungjun probably would have continued whining (Bin didn't put it past him), but Jinwoo came by just then with Myungjun's drink in tow. “It's going to be a little hot,” Jinwoo said. “It's just a regular coffee, I don't know if that's what you wanted, but I added a shot of vanilla in it because vanilla's sweet and, um...it reminds me of you.”

Bin raised his eyebrows. Now Jinwoo was flustered and Myungjun was flustered and Bin decided that it was too cute for him and he never should have done this.

Myungjun took the drink quietly, and Jinwoo grinned through the intense flush of his cheeks. “Call me, o-okay?” He didn't wait for an answer. He hurried back to the register to help other customers that had walked through the door. Bin watched him go, and Bin noted that Jinwoo's ears became really red when he talked to someone he liked.

“Call...him?” Myungjun blinked in confusion, then looked back down at the cup.

Underneath his (correctly-spelled) name was a phone number. Bin's eyes widened when he realized it was Jinwoo's phone number.

“Bin!” Myungjun was grinning widely, too, and he stuffed the drink under Bin's nose. “Bin, look! Look, he gave me his phone number!”

“I see that.”

“I got his phone number! He doesn't think I'm lame at all!”

“Well, he probably does, but maybe you were just-”

“I'm going to go call him!”

Bin gestured back to Jinwoo. “He's working.”

“Then...then I'll text him a bunch of hearts to show how cute I think he is!”

And Myungjun was doing it, too.

At least it was still going to be interesting around here.

///////

“One venti macchiato, coming right up!”

Bin grinned proudly as he handed Myungjun's drink over. Myungjun looked at it with distaste. “Jinwoo's the only one who spells it correctly.”

“Really?”

“I'm one hundred percent certain that you have Minhyuk spelling it wrong now on purpose, too.”

“Why on earth would I do that?”

Myungjun turned his drink so the name faced Bin, and Bin read it out loud, “Moom.”

“Yeah. Moom. You're not even trying anymore, I think.”

Bin didn't respond. Instead, he held up one more drink. “Iced coffee for Jinwoo!”

Jinwoo, standing beside Myungjun (and smiling all the while at Myungjun's irritation, Bin liked that) took the drink. “Look, he spelled my name right.”

“Because he likes you,” Myungjun responded, face turning slightly pink as Jinwoo reached over and grabbed at his hand.

“He wouldn't make fun of you if he didn't like you.” Jinwoo laughed when Myungjun pouted, then glanced over at Bin. “Thanks again for taking my shift. I promise I can pick up one of your shifts if you ever have something to do.”

Bin shrugged his shoulders, the smile still on his face. “I just needed the money. Besides, I was tired of Myungjun constantly texting you while you're trying to work.”

“You be quiet, Bin,” Myungjun mumbled, then sipped at his drink. “Anyways, we have to get going, Jinwoo. Movie starts in twenty minutes, and I haven't gotten our tickets yet.”

“Right, right!” Jinwoo giggled and brought Myungjun's hand up to his lips, giving it a light kiss. “Fine, I'm coming. You're not very patient, are you?”

The kiss had rendered Myungjun basically mute, and all he could do was bow his head respectfully to Bin and then drag the still-grinning Jinwoo out of the cafe.

Bin watched them leave and decided that he was going to quit his job at the cafe and become a professional matchmaker.

#my fanfic #myungjin #myungjin fanfic #bin is just a sassy barista #myungjun is tired of bin's antics #jinwoo is the new guy on the block

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