Genshin College Au: Part 2

Genshin College Au: Part 2

Author's Note: This is my depiction on what I think Genshin characters would be like in present day college.

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❄️Eula:

For a senior, Eula tends to mind her own unless someone ticks her off. She’s not mean per say, but her attitude about things tends to keep other students away. For instance, the one time a freshman took the last muffin from the cafeteria, Eula made it her mission to track them down and declare vengeance on them. It was a good thing Amber was there to calm the  situation; the tears that began to stream down the freshman’s face would not have been a good look on the director of the dance club.

Despite her odd reputation with the student body, she has many friends within the counsel. Whenever a report is made on her for misconduct, it is usually Yae Miko that handles it. Despite only talking a few times, the mischievous Miko took it upon herself to look after the odd-ball Eula. You can find her most mornings having coffee with Jean and Rosaria. With her physical background, you can be sure she has met her fair share of athletes. Whenever her status forces her to the gym, she finds herself sticking to the lead tennis player, Kaeya. 

If you ever get the chance to become close to Eula, you can be sure that she will look after you, even without you knowing. She may have a tough exterior, but she does truly care for the people who give her a chance.

🍺 Beidou:

Beidou is the captain of the basketball team. Her life is on the court, and she practices non-stop to perfect her craft. Her teammate, Gorou, has taken it upon himself to help her as much as he can. Despite her being okay with being by herself, she gave up on trying to tell the freshman that he didn’t have to worry about it. Beidou has great skills when it comes to what she does, however; when a particular team pushes her buttons a little too much for being a girl, she will make sure they leave the court with red faces by the end of it.

 In the off seasons, she helps Yun Jin with props on upcoming performances and visits Kazuha in the Poet’s Society when she can. Many a time, you can spot her in the home ec room with Thoma as he teaches her a new recipe he came up with. Ironically, she has a thing for Nigguang in the student council. As carefree as she is, she settles down when Nigguang wants to share a new business idea with her. Though both of them are guarded in their own right, they both seem to soften in each other's presence. 

In all, Beidou is a great pal to have when you need motivation. She will push you hard and praise you when you finally accomplish your goals.

💃 Yun Jin:

Yun Jin has a lot going for herself, and she’s only a sophomore! Majoring in theatrical arts, She uses her time to fill her passion. She is the assistant director for the drama club, and is usually the one promoting performances and gaining traction for the club. She is also one of the lead singers in the school’s choir. Despite her rising popularity, she’s very modest with herself and tends to remark very often, “Looking back on my youth, I was terribly arrogant and captious… my goodness. I shall never let myself become vain again.”

Yun Jin is great friends with the dance class, and likes to partake in some of the classes from time to time. With her kind-natured spirit, she became very close with the dancers Shenhe and Eula. From time to time, they’ll allow her to bring her troupe in to observe and get inspired. Yun Jin loves constructive criticism, and will ask on many occasions how to perfect her craft. She will usually go to her senior, Zhongli, to ask questions and receive feedback. Though she hardly needs any at all, Zhongli is more than happy to put his take on it. In the small free time that she has, she likes to spend time with Xinyan, whether it be talking about modern rock or jamming out to their favorite songs. Yun Jin is open to anyone and likes hearing about other people’s passions.

Yun Jin is a very good friend to have. She will never compare herself to you and will support you on whatever you decide to do. She’s also very honest, and will help out however she can.

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛And They Were Roommates ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Being Alhaitham's and Kaveh's flat mate would include...

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ♦ First of all, you are kind of the black sheep between you three. Instead of going with your brain, you stick with your more artistic side. ♦ Alhaitham and Kaveh don't really mind the spontaneity you carry. As long you are not hurting yourself, they leave you be. ♦ They aren't overprotective, because they know you candle your own devices. Just know that they will have an eye out for you, even when you least expect it. You are their friend after all. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

♠ The whole point on why you moved to Sumeru City is because your parents got you a scholarship in the Ackedemyia. From a long line of scholars, you are expected to do the same. Alhaitham knows you could care less about the works; however, he finds himself keeping you on track with a special made schedule. Maybe it's because he doesn't want his reputation to suffer, or it may be that you aren't going to do it yourself. Either way, be grateful he keeps up with your busy mind. ♠ You have found that you like to crochet bookmarks for Alhaitham. He insists that he doesn't need them and that he can remember where he left off just fine on his own. Though he grumbles and complains, you can find your creations stuffed in his many books. Don't call him out though or he'll get ticked off. ♠ Surprisingly, Alhaitham loves to chat with you about books. He'll recommend series he thinks you'll enjoy or gossip about publishes' plots and characters.

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♣ When he's home, Kaveh likes to indulge himself in whatever you do. Your painting? He'll be your model. You need help writing? He'll give you suggestions and tips. He'll even join you for yoga. Just be warned though, he will get very playful. ♣ When Kaveh argues with Alhaitham about furniture, he tries to get you to agree with him. It usually ends up with you and him ganging up on the poor Sage. Imagine Kaveh's surprise when the one time he complains about a lamp, he completely broke when you said you refurnished it yourself.

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Author's Note: This is a bit short and I'm sorry Kaveh isn't as loved as Alhaitham. I'm soft for both of them though and needed to indulge myself. I hope you enjoyed regardless. 😭

Something is Not Right

Dean X Sister! reader X Sam

inspired by the first episode

Description: Dean is taking Sam home just as he promised. However, the youngest Winchester feels that something is not right and asks Dean to go back to get Sam.

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   The car ride was quiet the whole way back to Sam's place. Dean's tape blares through the speakers, vibrating the back seat the youngest Winchester occupies. (Y/n) watches as the tall silhouettes of trees turn into parallel buildings of a town. Street lights illuminate the inside of the car and she could almost see every knit-knack that was on feature through the shop windows. An exhausted huff escapes as she turns to look at her brothers through the rear view mirror. They both had solemn faces. Sam was looking through the window too, watching the black scenery pass by in a flash. Dean kept his eyes on the road, his jaw tense. He wasn't angry, just disappointed, and (Y/n) understood the reason. Sam was going home.

        Dean turns down a street and slows to a stop. It was vacant as it was a few nights ago, but uneasiness settled in (Y/n)'s stomach. Something wasn't right to her. Sam opens the passenger side door and is greeted by the silence of the neighborhood. He pushes the door closed and looks in at his siblings. 

          "Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam suggests.

         "Yeah, all right." Dean replies nonchalantly. 

          "Bye, (Y/n)," Sam says, before turning to leave.

          "Sam!" Dean yells out. Sam whips around quickly. "You know, we made a hell of a team back there."

          "Yeah."

           Dean looks down at the steering wheel before slowly driving away. (Y/n) watches as Sam turns into a tiny speck until the building could no longer be seen anymore. The anxiety in her core rises to a boiling point and she begins to bite at her lip. Paranoia installs itself in her head and she begins to look back consistently, almost expecting to see a horrifying figure chasing after them with her mutilated brother in its clawed hand.

         "Dean," she finally cries out, startling her older brother.

           "Yeah?" He questions, glancing at her.

           "We need to go back," she said. Dean gives her a confused look.

            "Look, (Y/n), he is not coming with us. He's made-"

             "Dean, no-"

             "Listen, we can't force-" Dean raises his voice.

            "Something is not right!" (Y/n) yells.

           Dean slows his driving. "What do you mean?"

          "When we dropped Sammy off, something felt off to me. It was like something was there that wasn't supposed to be there."

  "I felt it too," Dean professes after a moment. He suddenly swerves  the Impala back around and pushes on the gas.

             It didn't take long before they returned to the complex. Dean jumps out of the car and runs up to the entrance. "Stay in the car," he shouts out to his sister, "if something happens, you know what to do!"

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         Flashing lights circled the place like a disco party. (Y/n) stood by Sam as he loads up a gun. A grim look was on his face; he wouldn't even spare her a glance. Dean walks up from the side of the car. A long silence falls between the siblings as (Y/n) and Dean stare at Sam expectantly.

            "We got work to do," Sam contends, before throwing the gun back in the trunk and slamming the hood shut.

Someone doesn’t get along with the cavalry captain...

Author’s Note: This is a Kaeya blurb. No real story, just something I challenged myself to do. Inspired by the enemies to lover’s troupe; enjoy.

Warning: Sexual flirtation?? Also, there is one curse word.

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  “Well, well, well. Looks like we have a slacker on our hands,” The playful voice of the cavalry captain chuckles from behind you. You face away from your lunch, a deadpanned expression on your face.

  “I hope you’re not speaking to me,” You hiss as you stab at the salad on your plate, “Cause if you were, we’d have a problem. Don’t cause a scene, Captain Kaeya. It wouldn’t look good for you.”

  You could almost feel his roguish gaze on your back and a shiver goes down your spine. If Amber were here, it would be much easier not to fall into his tricks, however; she had to do a perimeter check. As the chair beside you slides away from the table, Kaeya sits himself down. He leans against his palm lazily as he watches the fork in your hand skewer at the lettuce leaves. His fingers slowly pluck the instrument from your grasp, and he takes a bite.

 “You know, salads aren’t really my thing. Too bland for my taste…” Kaeya speaks with a sigh, placing the silverware on the side of the bowl. “And here I thought you had a thing for meat.”

  “…And what’s so wrong with a simple salad?”

  Kaeya hums for a moment, tapping away at his chin. “I took you for a main course type of gal is all. It would be a shame if you wasted that pretty mouth on just a couple of greens.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “Come with me to Angel’s Share tonight. You’ll see what I mean then.”

  “Like I’d ever-” Before you could say anything else, Kaeya’s thumb gestures along the bottom of your lip, and a soft smile takes place on his face. 

  “You had some sauce hanging there,” He replies nonchalantly as he gets up. “I’ll leave you to your lunch then. I’ll see you, say, by six?”

  “This doesn’t mean anything, you know? You’re still an annoying piece of shit.”

  “I never said it would,” The man calls from his shoulder as he walks away, “But it’s not like you are completely against it. Am I right about that, (Y/n)?”

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You're Beautiful

Sam Winchester X sister! reader

Warning: Insecurity about how one looks

Description: (Y/n) gets antsy when she doesn't have time to put on makeup; however, her big brother, Sammy, is there to cheer her up.

Friendly Reminder: You are perfect just the way you are! <3

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  (Y/n) Winchester drapes her legs over the side of the motel bed. She rubs the sleep from her eyes as a yawn escapes from her lips. "What time is is?" She asks, slowly rising to her feet with a stretch. 

        "Eight thirty," Dean replies while cuffing  the sleeves of his shirt.

        "What? Why didn't you wake me," She panics as she quickly gathers her stuff together. 

        "You needed the sleep," Sam reasons from the bathroom doorway. He straightens his suit jacket, tucking his tie securely underneath. "You haven't got much in the past two days."

        "Besides, Dean interrupts, "You have like thirty-five minutes. That should be enough time for you take a shower and get dressed. Who knows? We might even get there early," he smiles cheekily.

        (Y/n) pushes past Sam and sets her formal wear onto the toilet lid. "Sorry Sam," she curtly utters before pushing him out and slamming the door. 

         She hurriedly dresses herself after a short shower. She opens the bathroom door and tells the boys she was done with her shower. Pulling her hair into a high bun, she lets a few strands fall over her ears and curls them. She grabs her makeup pouch by the end of the counter, opening it up to reach for her concealer, until Dean pops his head in.

        "You have three minutes, squirt." Her older brother says, before going back into the main room.

        "What happened to thirty-five minutes!" She yells, only to get the front door shutting loudly as a reply.

        It wasn't long before Sam appears with a toothbrush in hand. (Y/n) paid no mind to him as she examines the redness on her face. Her brows furrow and a whine escapes her lips as she pokes at the skin. 

        Sam spites in the sink, an amused look on his face. He rinses his brush off and puts it in the plastic bag he came in with. "Okay. I give. What's the matter?" He asks with a chuckle.

        "I don't have enough time to put makeup on and Dean will have a cow if I tried doing it in the car," his sister expresses gravelly. 

        "So?"

        "So! How can I go out like this," She yells, flinging her hands over her face in exaggeration. Sam frowns. "Plus, we're going to a fancy party! And no, I don't care if it's for an 'investigation'- I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb, an ugly sore thumb at that."

        "(Y/n), your not ugly," Sam sternly remarks.

        The younger Winchester stops her ranting and looks at her brother in a flabbergasted manner. "W-what?"

        "Your not ugly- why would you say such a thing about yourself?"

        "Because my skin is all blotchy and red, and-"

        "Those are all natural things everyone goes through; it just means your growing up."

        "But, I'm not going to feel pretty, Sammy..." His giant hands cup the sides of her face, guiding her eyes to meet his.

        "No one is going to judge you. You're beautiful."

        "Y-your just saying that because your my brother," she complains, trying to pull away from his grasp.

        "Why would I lie to you? I know I wasn't there for sometime of your life, but since I've been back, I can't believe how much you've grown into an amazing young adult, and don't let anyone tell you different," he whispers with a loving smile. He pulls away and adjusts his suit in the mirror like nothing happened. "Come on, Dean is waiting in the car."

        "Sam?"

        "Yeah?"

        "Thank you."

Please Don't be Mad

Paring: Dean x sister! reader

Description: The youngest Winchester decides to sneak out without her brothers knowing. However, something happens that she ends up having to call Dean.

Warnings: Slight angst, unwanted sexual attention

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    Dean woke up abruptly to his phone ringing. At first he thought it was his imagination and he closes his eyes to re-picture the girl he was having fun with in his dream. However, the wretched sound repeats itself, pounding into his head like a migraine. He felt around on the covers irately looking for his phone. A grumble leaves his lips as he throws his legs over the side of the bed. A soft glow lights up beside his feet and he could feel the vibrations through the floor as the device blares on with that infuriating ring. He picks it off the ground and answers without looking at the Caller ID.

        "What do you want?" He asks gruffly.

        "Dean," a girl cries from the other end, "please don't be mad."

        "(Y/n), what the hell? It's like 1:30 in the morning-"

         "Can you please pick me up?"

        "What are you talking about?"

        "I left the bunker without you or Sammy's permission."

        "Then I'm sure you can manage the problem on your own," he said after a short thought. He was about to hang up out of spite until his sister began to sob on the other end. "Alright," he sighs, "I'm on my way. Where are you?"

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        A smile reaches (y/n) Winchester's face as she looks around at all of the people. Music booms into her skull and neon lights paint the bodies of everyone in the room. The abandoned barn was quite claustrophobic and she had to be careful not to bump into any of the dancing duos.

        She will admit, she was nervous to come when the Gothic girl at the gas station told her about it. Mostly, it was because she's never really done anything without her protective brothers right in tow. Of course, She's been to places like this when her brothers wanted to relax, but she has never experienced it by herself.

        Although, her stomach continually tightens from the separation, excitement bubbles over that anxiety. She wanders around like a lost puppy, in awe with everything that her eyes cross, and finds herself at the snack bar. She grabs one of the plastic cups and fills it halfway with the red drink presented in the punch bowl.

        "Hey there," a boy says, coming up behind her. "Let's dance." His breath reeked of alcohol.      

        "No thank you," (Y/n) politely says, unwrapping his arms from her waist. She begins to leave until a force knocks her against the table. Her beverage falls to the ground, staining the rotten wood with a deep brown. 

        "That wasn't a question," the boy sneers into her ear. He begins to grind against her legs, laughing as he sees tears stinging at the edge of her eyes. "It'll be quick," he mumbles, his hot breath leaving goosebumps to run along her neck.

        "Leave me alone," (Y/n) yells and swings her fist into his nose. Blood specks around her knuckles and she notices the boy holding his face, red spilling between his fingers.

        Anger flares withing his eyes as he looks at her. (Y/n)'s body trembles under his gaze. She bolts towards the entrance, hearing the boy trail behind her as she races through the crowd. "You're dead-" His voice is muffled by the speakers.

        (Y/n) struggles to get her phone out as she makes it to the open double doors. She scrolls through her contacts as she races to the side of the barn. She traces along the wooden grey wall, dirt collecting on her finger tip. She decides to hide under a couple of planks propped against the barn and holds the phone to her ear. "Dean, please don't be mad."

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Headlights glare into (Y/n)'s hiding hole as the Impala pulls up beside the building. The young Winchester scurries out and walks over to the driver's side door. Dean didn't bother looking at her through the rolled down window; he kept his eyes ahead of him with a bored expression.

        "Dean, I-"

        "Just get in the car."

        The Impala soon rolls off the dirt path that leads out of the farmland. Dean turns onto the main road and passes a glance at (Y/n).

        "Mind telling me why you thought it was a good idea to sneak out?" Dean asks in a serious tone. His sister shrugs in return. "You don't know? Then why the hell did you do it? Do you know how dangerous that is- what if something happens and me or Sammy don't have any idea where you are! Have you thought about that?" Dean raises his voice.

        "Why can't you just leave me be," (Y/n) mutters, leaning against her palm and staring out the window.

        "What was that?"

        "Why can't you just leave me be." The girl repeats loudly, turning to face her brother.

        "Huh, I wonder why? We fight the Supernatural for a living, (Y/n). You know better than to ask that. It's for your safety."

        "It's not my fault I was born into this stupid family," She suddenly yells out. The car ride becomes thick with silence and Dean's anger could be felt, pulsating off his body in rapid waves. (Y/n) looks down at her lap in guilt. "I didn't mean that."

        "Sure you didn't."

        "It's just that, I never get to experience anything without you or Sammy being protective about it. I wanted to try something without being coaxed out of it."

        "Why bother calling then, if you wanted the 'experience'," Dean snaps sarcastically. 

        "I was scared..."

        "Scared of what?" Dean says with a dry laugh.

        "This guy, he tried... he tried to-" a sob wrecks up her throat as she tries to explain the situation that unfolded a few minutes prior. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do and y-you were the first person who I knew would come rescue me." A large hand falls unto her trembling one and traces along her palm in comfort. 

        "It's OK. you don't have to say anymore," Dean shushes. (Y/n) interlocks her fingers between his calloused ones and holds on tightly.

        "I won't do anything without you permission again," she whispers.

        "I know," he smiles softly, "and (Y/n)? Your grounded."