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Liu keeps returning to the same convenience store, insisting it's just for coffee and not because of the cashier with the warm smile. But, as hard as he tries to hide it, Sully notices the lie long before Liu does.
CW: Blood.
# Chapter 2
The first hours of your shift were usually boring. From 5AM to 7AM only a few clients would come in, leaving you to clean the store and restock products in the meantime. Then, the rush hour began. Night shift workers would come in to buy some snacks, and people who worked nine-to-fives stopped by to grab coffee before work. Alone, you had to handle the overcrowded store until your next coworker clocked in. “Hey. Sorry I’m late.” You looked at him with an exaggerated angry expression as you checked out another customer. He laughed, rushing to the restroom to get changed. Some minutes later he was back, the place not even near as full of people as before. “Go on, take a break. I'll take it from here.” You nodded, streching as you left the counter. Will, your coworker, was always late, but he was funny enough to brush it off with a joke that made you forget to be mad. You wandered around the store looking for something to eat and brought it back to him. He was a nice guy, nothing really outstanding about him. Tanned skin, dark hair with a buzzcut and light brown eyes, voice always full of sarcasm. “Cash or card, fellow cashier?” You laughed, paying for your products and walking towards the door. “I’ll be back soon” Will nodded, leaning on the counter and looking around the empty store. “Take your time.”
Liu didn’t quite understand why he wanted to go back to that specific convenience store. He stopped by one day to get some chips and now all he could think about was returning to the place, even though this time it wasn’t anywhere near his route. He brushed these thoughts away, convincing himself it was because yesterday’s coffee was really good as he parked in front of the shop. Before coming in, he glanced at himself on the car’s window. He ran his fingers through his hair then sighed, fixing his scarf to cover most of his face. The bell above the door chimed as Liu entered the store, his gaze immediately looking for the checkout counter. Then, he froze. What?, he thought, staring at the man standing behind the counter. Will stared back at him for a while, his expression slowly turning confused. “Ahm… Hello? Can I help you?” His voice seemed to push Liu out of a trance. With a quick spin, he turned around and left the shop, troubled and confused. Who is this guy?, he thought. But, why did it matter anyway? You were just a random cashier who smiled at him.
Trying to keep himself put, Liu took a deep breath as he walked to his car, too focused on finding his keys to realize there was someone on his way. You too were too busy on your phone to prevent yourself from crashing right into him. Because of the violent bump, you stumbled backwards, the soda you just opened spilling all over as you pathetically fell onto the ground. “Shit, I am so sorry, did I spill it on you?” Liu took a moment to recompose himself, picking up his keys from the ground and bending right in front of you with a worried look on his face. “Hmm… Are you alright?” You looked at the man in front of you, only then realizing he was that one customer. Great. First, I am extremely awkard, and now this, your mind wandered around with embarrassment and you could feel the heat coming off your cheeks. “Oh, hi. Yeah, sorry. I was so distracted.” His face held an unusual expression, but you could swear you saw a tiny smile forming upon his lips. “Don’t worry. I am totally fine. I think you scratched your hands, though.” He fixed his scarf to cover his face again, hesitantly offering his hand to help you get up. “Thank you. Again, I am so sorry. I am so embarassed.” You covered your face with your bloody hands, scratches burning as you leaned your back over the store’s wall. “Don’t be. It’s not a big deal.” He paused and seemed to consider something for a bit, an internal debate taking place somewhere you were not invited. “Wait here. Just a second.” You watched as the scarf guy disappeared into the shop. He’s kind – you thought – and I didn’t even ask him his name. As your mind rewinded all your interactions with this ominous stranger he came back outside, a bottle of water and some paper towels in hand. “Would you mind if I helped you clean these scratches?“. After a second of hesitation, you held out your hands as an answer, muttering shy thanks as he let the cold water run through your skin. With his free hand, he rubbed his thumb around the scratches, trying his best to clean it without hurting you. When he was done, he gently patted the area with the paper towels. “How does it feel?” He threw the empty bottle and the disposable towels in a nearby trashcan. “Better. Thank you so much.” You smiled, changing your focus from your hands to his eyes. “By the way… I never got to know your name.” as you stated, his expression grew confused, a little troubled. It seemed as if that single question, you wanting to know his name, was completely unnatural to him. He hesitated, eyes wandering around you. After a silent moment he answered with a steady voice, breaking the tension that filled the air “I am Liu.” You smiled, slowly starting to walk towards the store. “Ok. Nice to meet you, Liu. We still have those chips you like, if you want some.”
Liu keeps returning to the same convenience store, insisting it's just for coffee and not because of the cashier with the warm smile. But, as hard as he tries to hide it, Sully notices the lie long before Liu does.
CW: Female reader, mentions of scars, social anxiety (?).
# Chapter 1
The thick fog that ruled over early mornings was no different today. You walked from the bus stop to your work, a big coat making sure you stayed warm. You finally reached your workplace, bell ringing when you opened the convenience store’s door. Sarah, your coworker, looked up at you, blonde girl with dark round eyes. Normally, the place had two people working at the same time, but so early in the morning you barely had any costumers. Because of this, during your shift, you were mostly alone. You walked to the restroom, quickly changing into your uniform before clocking in, watching your colleague clock out right as you did so. You walked to your regular spot behind the register, sitting by the counter and looking for a book in your bag. Working there was never thrilling, few people stopping by so early into your shift, but it was a calm space, no drama and it payed the bills. The restroom’s door squeaked as Sarah came back to the store, grabbing her stuff and sitting by your side. “Soooo… Anything new?” She asked, resting her head on your shoulder and checking her phone for any signal of her ride. “Nah, not really. What about you? Any creeps roaming around this night?” You closed your book, even though her chit-chat wasn’t that interesting. “Hmmm... Not really. Only that old trucker that keeps coming in drunk.” You nodded, looking around the store. Nothing to clean, nothing to restock… This was going to be a long day. The place remained silent for a bit, until the door opened. Both of you looked at the entrance instinctively, eyes meeting the new customer. Sarah got up, grabbing her stuff and heading out of the store, whispering in your ear right before leaving “Weirdo…”.
You couldn’t help but disagree. You followed the man with your eyes, trying not to stare too directly. He was fairly tall, around 183cm (6 feet), pale skin and light brown hair. He wore heavy boots, dark denim pants and a black coat, his face partially covered by squared glasses and a striped black and grey scarf. He didn’t seem anything other than normal to you. You watched as he grabbed some products: a bottle of water, an energy drink, chocolate and some chips. Then, he headed towards the register. That’s when you saw it. His face was mostly hidden behind the scarf, but you could still see the scars that covered his cheeks, nose and part of his forehead. It looked like someone tried to slice him to death. You held back a gasp, smiling kindly and forcing yourself to not look at his marks. Instead, your gaze met his eyes, hazelish green globes that stared back at you with an unreadable expression. “Hello.” You snapped back to reality when he spoke, velvety voice and slow speech. “Oh, hi. Sorry. Welcome.” You quickly scanned his items, a little nervous because of the awkward interaction. “Anything else?” He seemed to just look at you for a bit, as if he was analysing the person standing in front of him. Then, he pointed at something behind you. “Would you mind giving me a pack of those gums, please?” You nodded, reaching for the said item, scanning and handing it all to him inside a plastic bag. “Your total is $18. Cash or card?” You locked your gaze with his again, trying hard to not look away as you felt him following every single move of yours. “Cash, please. Keep the change.” He handed you a twenty dollar bill, and you could swear you saw a glimpse of a smile in his face. He pulled his scarf upwards, covering almost all of his face, then left without saying anything else.
This interaction was not really that deep. You were already used to the weird people coming at a roadside convenience store at 5AM, but this guy was unsettling for some reason. You didn’t think of him as a “weirdo”, as Sarah did. But the way he stared at you made you shiver a bit. His scars were also unusual. Nothing that bothered you or deeply affected his looks, but they caught you off guard. Overall, he seemed like a regular guy, around his late 20s. A bit socially awkward, but nothing serious. You brushed it off, thinking you were probably just being paranoid as the day followed by with nothing much to get your attention.
Your boring job came back to normal, the days passing by slowly as barely any customers came into the store during your shifts, until he came back. Around four days after your first encounter, you were by the register with another customer when you saw him. He wore blue denims this time, an oversized sweater and the same scarf covering almost all his face. You smiled at him, watching as he stared back at you before disappearing behind a shelf and picking up some products. You had just finished the previous checkout when he approached you, right behind the other man. “Hello, [name].” You raised an eyebrow, not remembering ever introducing yourself to him. “Ahm… How do you know my name?” The question came out awkward, a crooked smile on your face. This time, he was the one raising an eyebrow. You followed his finger as he pointed to something in your chest. “Nametag.” You felt stupid, your face turning red out of embarrassment. “Right. That’s right. Sorry.” Trying to just laugh it off, you started to scan his products, but his gaze felt extremely heavy on you. The silence on the store louder than any sound you’d ever heard, suffocating you at each second it lasted. “Y-you… Do you like these chips?” Your question seemed to get him off guard. He made a confused expression, glancing quickly at the chips you just scanned and then turning back to look at you. “What?” Shit. You really weren’t the best to start social interactions. “T-the chips… You were here before and… You bought the same chips. But today you got coffee, no chocolate, no gum and no water…” By trying to explain yourself, you realized you made things even weirder. Who the fuck would memorize someone’s order like this after only one purchase? But, instead of looking troubled, you watched as his expression softened and a small smile appeared on his face. “Oh, that’s right. You remembered.” Afraid of causing any more trouble, you just handed him his products. He paid in cash, allowing you to keep the change again. As he walked towards the exit, he pulled his scarf to cover his face, and that’s when you realized you were seeing his full face this time. The lower part was covered in more of those scars, but you barely noticed before as your eyes were fix on his. You let out a big sigh, disappointed in how awkward you acted with the poor guy. Couldn’t even ask his name or complain about the weather. Great, just lost a customer – you thought.
A/N: Please, let me know if I missed any CW or if the dialogues are hard to understand. I am still trying to figure out my writing style.
Liu keeps returning to the same convenience store, insisting it's just for coffee and not because of the cashier with the warm smile. But, as hard as he tries to hide it, Sully notices the lie long before Liu does.
CW: Mentions of scars, social anxiety (?).
# Chapter 1
The thick fog that ruled over early mornings was no different today. You walked from the bus stop to your work, a big coat making sure you stayed warm. You finally reached your workplace, bell ringing when you opened the convenience store’s door. Sarah, your coworker, looked up at you, blonde girl with dark round eyes. Normally, the place had two people working at the same time, but so early in the morning you barely had any costumers. Because of this, during your shift, you were mostly alone. You walked to the restroom, quickly changing into your uniform before clocking in, watching your colleague clock out right as you did so. You walked to your regular spot behind the register, sitting by the counter and looking for a book in your bag. Working there was never thrilling, few people stopping by so early into your shift, but it was a calm space, no drama and it payed the bills. The restroom’s door squeaked as Sarah came back to the store, grabbing her stuff and sitting by your side. “Soooo… Anything new?” She asked, resting her head on your shoulder and checking her phone for any signal of her ride. “Nah, not really. What about you? Any creeps roaming around this night?” You closed your book, even though her chit-chat wasn’t that interesting. “Hmmm... Not really. Only that old trucker that keeps coming in drunk.” You nodded, looking around the store. Nothing to clean, nothing to restock… This was going to be a long day. The place remained silent for a bit, until the door opened. Both of you looked at the entrance instinctively, eyes meeting the new customer. Sarah got up, grabbing her stuff and heading out of the store, whispering in your ear right before leaving “Weirdo…”.
You couldn’t help but disagree. You followed the man with your eyes, trying not to stare too directly. He was fairly tall, around 183cm (6 feet), pale skin and light brown hair. He wore heavy boots, dark denim pants and a black coat, his face partially covered by squared glasses and a striped black and grey scarf. He didn’t seem anything other than normal to you. You watched as he grabbed some products: a bottle of water, an energy drink, chocolate and some chips. Then, he headed towards the register. That’s when you saw it. His face was mostly hidden behind the scarf, but you could still see the scars that covered his cheeks, nose and part of his forehead. It looked like someone tried to slice him to death. You held back a gasp, smiling kindly and forcing yourself to not look at his marks. Instead, your gaze met his eyes, hazelish green globes that stared back at you with an unreadable expression. “Hello.” You snapped back to reality when he spoke, velvety voice and slow speech. “Oh, hi. Sorry. Welcome.” You quickly scanned his items, a little nervous because of the awkward interaction. “Anything else?” He seemed to just look at you for a bit, as if he was analysing the person standing in front of him. Then, he pointed at something behind you. “Would you mind giving me a pack of those gums, please?” You nodded, reaching for the said item, scanning and handing it all to him inside a plastic bag. “Your total is $18. Cash or card?” You locked your gaze with his again, trying hard to not look away as you felt him following every single move of yours. “Cash, please. Keep the change.” He handed you a twenty dollar bill, and you could swear you saw a glimpse of a smile in his face. He pulled his scarf upwards, covering almost all of his face, then left without saying anything else.
This interaction was not really that deep. You were already used to the weird people coming at a roadside convenience store at 5AM, but this guy was unsettling for some reason. You didn’t think of him as a “weirdo”, as Sarah did. But the way he stared at you made you shiver a bit. His scars were also unusual. Nothing that bothered you or deeply affected his looks, but they caught you off guard. Overall, he seemed like a regular guy, around his late 20s. A bit socially awkward, but nothing serious. You brushed it off, thinking you were probably just being paranoid as the day followed by with nothing much to get your attention.
Your boring job came back to normal, the days passing by slowly as barely any customers came into the store during your shifts, until he came back. Around four days after your first encounter, you were by the register with another customer when you saw him. He wore blue denims this time, an oversized sweater and the same scarf covering almost all his face. You smiled at him, watching as he stared back at you before disappearing behind a shelf and picking up some products. You had just finished the previous checkout when he approached you, right behind the other man. “Hello, [name].” You raised an eyebrow, not remembering ever introducing yourself to him. “Ahm… How do you know my name?” The question came out awkward, a crooked smile on your face. This time, he was the one raising an eyebrow. You followed his finger as he pointed to something in your chest. “Nametag.” You felt stupid, your face turning red out of embarrassment. “Right. That’s right. Sorry.” Trying to just laugh it off, you started to scan his products, but his gaze felt extremely heavy on you. The silence on the store louder than any sound you’d ever heard, suffocating you at each second it lasted. “Y-you… Do you like these chips?” Your question seemed to get him off guard. He made a confused expression, glancing quickly at the chips you just scanned and then turning back to look at you. “What?” Shit. You really weren’t the best to start social interactions. “T-the chips… You were here before and… You bought the same chips. But today you got coffee, no chocolate, no gum and no water…” By trying to explain yourself, you realized you made things even weirder. Who the fuck would memorize someone’s order like this after only one purchase? But, instead of looking troubled, you watched as his expression softened and a small smile appeared on his face. “Oh, that’s right. You remembered.” Afraid of causing any more trouble, you just handed him his products. He paid in cash, allowing you to keep the change again. As he walked towards the exit, he pulled his scarf to cover his face, and that’s when you realized you were seeing his full face this time. The lower part was covered in more of those scars, but you barely noticed before as your eyes were fix on his. You let out a big sigh, disappointed in how awkward you acted with the poor guy. Couldn’t even ask his name or complain about the weather. Great, just lost a customer – you thought.
Pt 1. - Pt 2. - […]
A/N: Please, let me know if I missed any CW or if the dialogues are hard to understand. I am still trying to figure out my writing style.
Liu and Sully x Reader but you are already Liu’s girlfriend and can barely talk to Sully. Like, super super suuuuper slowburn Sully x Reader and Liu is head over heels for you. Anyone? No? Ok…
Liu and Sully x Reader but you are already Liu’s girlfriend and can barely talk to Sully. Like, super super suuuuper slowburn Sully x Reader and Liu is head over heels for you. Anyone? No? Ok…
