#baitsakhan

[jimmycarterghostland]

Does anyone else remember James Frey's Endgame: The Calling book series? I read all of the main books. I used to be obsessed with them. I think they're trash now, but there's still a lot that I like about them. Book three was the last one. Endgame: Rules of the Game. It was a wild read. I remember hating Maccabee, because he was one of the more evil characters, but I was rooting for him in this book. Because I hated An Liu more. Lmao.

I love how diverse the characters were in this series. There were a lot of diverse locations and world-traveling as well. There was some great gray morality, and black morality. The character duos were interesting, especially Maccabee and Baitsakhan's. Did I spell his name right?

The fight scenes were always interesting. They took place in unique locations, and they didn't feel repetitive. Also, I think I remember that this series had a distinct character voice for each narrator, especially An's chapters. Like his "TIC" thing. The main characters all had a different variety of personalities, which was a plus.

I love how dark these books were. There was a lot of brutality in it, which I tend to like in the fiction I consume nowadays. Like, one girl in the first book gets her spine broken during a fight and then one of her attackers sets her on fire. She does get put out of her misery by one of the compassionate main characters before the fire can completely engulf her, though.

Rules of the Game had two main character deaths that I felt ruined the novel. I still see their deaths as bad writing. It wouldn't have been so bad if they had died with dignity or had heroically sacrificed themselves.

Chiyoko was my favorite character. Unfortunately.

The Irish girl, Aisling, was pretty cool too. She was a sniper, which made me even more fond of her. I like how she spent most of the first novel in that cave, while the other main characters were traveling the world, getting shot at, and dying.

The Indian girl, Shari(spelling?), was another great character. It was odd how she was a married mother at 15 years old. But that did make her character more interesting. Big Alice, an Australian Aboriginal, was awesome. I liked her brief bond with Shari.

The girls in this series were more interesting than the boys. But all of the characters were fun to read about, even the ones I despised.

The series had a lot of flaws. But there were so many great moments too. These books were unpredictable and tense, even though I'm sure I spoiled the last book for myself before I read it. I can't remember if I did the same with the second one. I do know that I enjoyed reading it.

[baitsabeeisreal]

Okay but I’m watching nbc’s Hannibal and honestly murder husbands??? Like???? The one who’s always in duits and the sleep deprived one who has some unsolved trauma??? Who commit murders together??? And fall in love??? And try to kill eachother???? You guys already know where I’m going.

[endgameisrealbitches]

Baitsakhan: pffff,Maccabee and I don't have pet names for one another, we're cool.

Alice: uh yeah okay.Baits,what do bees make?

Baitsakhan: Honey?

Maccabee:[from the kitchen] Yes love?

[redheaded-sniper-girl]

Baits crashing Alice Month for Arospec Week

Wait this was in my drafts??? Did I never post this???????

[undeadpsycho13]

a cup of coffee to warm my icy heart

AHHHHHH GUYS LOOK IM SO SO SO SORRRRRRYYYYYY I SWEAR I HAD THIS FINISHED LAST FRIDAY I JUST FORGOT IM SORRRRYYYYY

i know this chapter is one week overdue, and i hope u guys can forgive me.  i swear i had it done ages ago, just forgot to post it. also, its more than twice the length of the first chapter, if that makes up for anything.

thank you to @puzzle-of-life-reason-for-death​ for the reminder, this chapter is for you!! :D

btw, some chinese swear words are involved, and the translations are at the bottom. if u dont like them, rlly sorry, i just thought it might be fun, cause you know, both baits and an speak chinese canon, and so do i, so why not?

tell me if u dont like it, i wont include them in the next chapter

otherwise, enjoy~~ ^_~

CHAPTER 2: JUST A TINY PART OF ME (FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU)

The second time was not so much of an accident, but oh well, not-accidents happen all the time, don’t they?

The annoying door ringing speaker thing once again announced Baitsakhan’s appearance at Endgame.  A very pissed Baitsakhan.  A very pissed Baitsakhan who had not had coffee in the last three days and was currently dying of lack of caffeine in his bloodstream.  Red Bull was a poor substitute; he needed freaking coffee.  The darker, the better.  The scene from last week flashed back in his face, and Baitsakhan cringed a little on the inside.  He was not willing to make a fool of himself again.

He had surprised both his sister and An by staying away from coffee for four days, and then couldn’t help but get some coffee from The Starbucks.  At least he had figured out the barista’s name.  Hilal Ibn Isa Al-Salt.  He was awful proud of his memory; who on earth had long-ass names like that?  For once, he was appreciative of his unique, surname-less name.

But the Al-Salt guy’s infuriating niceness had gotten the better of him, and he had once again scared Baitsakhan away with a honey-bee-pesticide-banning petition.  Who cares whether bees died?  Screw them.

The absence of a sufficient amount of caffeine, however, was not his only problem.  The Phone Guy (as baitsakhan had deemed him) had texted him back, albeit the dire-sounding warning, with a outrageous reply of, omg so sry got the wrong # D: rlly rlly sry :(.  And then, of all the emojis he could have typed, he chose the freaking <3.

Needless to say, Baitsakhan was pissed.  No one, no one the whole damn world, was allowed to send him a heart emoji (save Sarangerel and An’s incredibly sweet girlfriend Chiyoko, but that as different), and yet this complete stranger had taken it upon himself (or herself, he added as an afterthought) to send him one.  This was an outrage.  He would not dignify this text with an answer, he thought to himself.

So, naturally, he just had to go to that nice coffee shop to calm himself down.  Just had to.  And it had nothing to do with wanting to the hot barista.  Absolutely nothing.

Seating himself at the table closest to the window, he took out his phone, absent-mindedly scrolling through his playlist.  

An indefinite amount of time passes.  

And then, out of the blue, a hand suddenly tapped him shoulder, and, startled, he whipped around, teeth bared, hands out in front of him in an offensive position, ready to gouge the offenders eyeballs out ––

The cute barista (Maccabee, his mind supplied) is, apparently, said offender.

Great, there’s another person who thinks he’s a psychopathic weirdo (not that he isn’t, but still).

But instead of freaking out at his overreaction, the guy laughs.  Who even does that after a near-death experience? (Okay, maybe he’s exaggerating, but there’s no denying this guy was weird.)

“Chill dude, just here to take your order.”

Met with Baitsakhan’s blank look, the guy raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Look, I love having you here, but if you don’t order something, like, right now, I’m going to have to kick you out, ’cause I just got this job and I really don’t want to lose it.  You know, you’ve been sitting here for like half an hour doing nothing.”

Holy hell, he’s been wasting thirty minutes doing nothing?!  Scrambling up (in a very dignified way, of course), he says, in a voice he hopes is impassive,

“Sure, I’ll have an espresso or something, like that thing you made last time.  If you don’t remember, I’ll just have the thing with the most caffeine.”

Maccabee (again, this is all his brain’s doing, there is no way Baitsakhan would consciously remember people’s names, even super hot guys) laughs at that, shaking his head.

“Of course I remember, who would be able to forget the order of the cutest guy we’ve had here since I started working?”

The blond is nice to enough not show any visible reaction to the way Baitsakhan’s face burns a deep red color at his comment, and instead smiles a bit lopsidedly and turns to go.  Suddenly he pauses, turns back to face the noirette, and before Baitsakhan can do anything the older teen quickly winks, so fast it was almost missed, and continues on towards the counter.

For the next five minutes, until Maccabee comes back with his drink, Baitsakhan just sits there, eyes wide, mouth gaping like a fish, shell-shocked.  Even then all he can do is close his mouth and nod his head politely.

A buzz from his phone catches his attention, finally rousing him from his stupor.  For a moment, he thinks that it’s the Phone Guy again, but when he see’s "Asian Hacker Lovebird”, he smiles to himself and swipes the screen sideways to reply.  Though he would never admit it, An crashing into his life nine years ago really made his life better a thousand-fold.  He remembered first arriving in North America, a bitter, parent-less seven year-old, small for his age but savage and aggressive, despite the language barrier.  Oh, he learned English in his due time, but back then, really all he could say were a few basic swear words that immediately earned him half a dozen enemies.  The one person he gravitated towards was a kid in the year above him, a Chinese boy who was all glares and rule-breaking and rebellious behaviour.  Looking at his slim frame and lanky form, people would be led to falsely believe that An was all bark and no bite.  

They couldn’t be more wrong.  

Professional in at least ten different types of martial arts and an expert at (illegal) poisons and (illegal) hacking, An was definitely a formidable opponent.  Baitsakhan’s type of guy.  They were the perfect pair, both cold and haughty at school and in public.  No one needed to know they played video games together well into the night and had weird movie marathons on a regular basis and smiled until their face’s hurt and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

He was a good friend, cynical, with a dry sense of humor.

Right now, however, not so much.

asian hacker lovebird: where r u????

asian hacker lovebird: baits

asian hacker lovebird: answer me child

asian hacker lovebird: ANSWER ME CHILD

im-not-smol: Piss off.

asian hacker lovebird: THE CHILD IS HERE

im-not-smol: Don’t call me a child.

asian hacker lovebird: i repeat where r u

im-not-smol: A cafe.

asian hacker lovebird: specify

im-not-smol: Endgame Cafe.

asian hacker lovebird: U MEAN!!!

asian hacker lovebird: LIKE DA 1 W/ DA HOT BARISTA U RANT ABT 24/7??!!!!

asian hacker lovebird: OMG STAY RIGHT THERE DONT MOVE IMMA JOIN U

im-not-smol: Don’t you dare.

im-not-smol: 傻逼

asian hacker lovebird: oh no u did NOT just call me that

asian hacker lovebird: now i need 2 come 2 beat u up

asian hacker lovebird: it is a MUST

asian hacker lovebird: see ya in 2 min

im-not-smol: 王八蛋

asian hacker lovebird: SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP IMMA COME OVER RN 2 BEAT UP UR STUPID ASS

im-not-smol: You can try. ;)

asian hacker lovebird: challenge accepted ur goin DOWN boi

im-not-smol: We’ll see about that.

asian hacker lovebird: ur “impecable grammar” rlly pisses me off

asian hacker lovebird: *imppecable

asian hacker lovebird: ugh

asian hacker lovebird: smthn watevr i kant spel

im-not-smol: It’s not my fault you turned autocorrect off.

asian hacker lovebird: when will u eva learn 2 txt like a normal person???

asian hacker lovebird: 好落后

asian hacker lovebird: just sayin

im-not-smol: Shut up.

asian hacker lovebird: look up

Baitsakhan raised his head, only to be met with the sight of a very distorted face right next to his head.  And of course he didn’t scream Jesus Christ and shriek like a little girl, what are you talking about?

The weird twisted face outside morphed into a wicked grin and the doorbell rang once again as another customer entered, tears of mirth still apparent in his eyes.  This new comer looked quite out of the ordinary, tall and dressed in nothing but black and silver, a face that was all harsh angles and sharp corners and pale skin.  A contrasting red teardrop tattoo stood out, leaking out of his right eye, and his strange hair style earned him quite a few looks from the other customers.

“You’re so stupid.”

“Shut up, you will speak of this to no one, understand?”

Most people would quake with fear at the aggressive tone, but An just rolls his eyes,

“Normal people don’t speak like ancient three-hundred year-old vampires, Baits.”

He drops down on the chair opposing Baitsakhan’s, leaning back and crossing his legs, stretching them out in front of him, a picture of complete ease.

“So, where’s the hot shot?” An says in a mock-whisper tone.  Baitsakhan glares at him before subtly motioning towards the counter, where Maccabee is leaning against it, his phone one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.  For a moment, An just stares, a small smirk on his face (not that the smirk ever disappears), whistling appreciatively.  And then, out of the blue, he shouts, so loud that he attracts probably the attention of everyone else in the mile radius,

“Hey there, aren’t employees not supposed to serve themselves?”

Startled, Maccabee looks up.  He sees An’s triumphant expression and Baitsakhan’s kill-me-now-please-just-shoot-me-and-save-me-from-the-torture one, and kind of gathers what happened.  A lazy smile slips onto his face.  He walks over, leisurely, still holding the half-finished drink.

“You’re right.  But… ”  He pauses for effect, and in that short amount of time An actually gets around to rolling his eyes again.  The boy really gets a lot of practice.

“I’m off duty.  Ais over there took over for me.”

He gestures at a red-headed girl who has somehow managed to escape their notice until then.  For a moment, a strange look flits across Baitsakhan’s face, but as quickly as it got materialises, it disappears.

An shrugs.

“Oh.  Good for you.”  He says awkwardly.

There’s an uncomfortable silence, like the type when someone ought to say something but nobody does, before Baitsakhan finally interjects,

“Thanks for the coffee, but I think my friend and I should get going.” Here he pointedly glares at An, who stares innocently at the ceiling.  

“How much is it again?”

Maccabee shrugs,

“Don’t worry about it, as long as you come again, it’s on the house.”

He winks suggestively.

Baitsakhan, of course, agrees.  After all, who could say no to a free cup of coffee, right?  And obviously, obviously it had no correlation to the fact that he actually wanted to come back to ogle the baristas.  Duh, no.

When he first visited the coffee shop, Baitsakhan never imagined he would meet someone like this who flirted blatantly and paid for his drinks.  When he first exited the coffee shop, he never thought he would come back again.  When he came back the second time, he never thought that this place would impact his previously non-existent love life.

Only when they are outside the door, Baitsakhan for the second time, An the first, and An is laughing at his lovestruck (Baitsakhan would deny this) expression that Baitsakhan realises that maybe, maybe a tiny part of him has fallen in love with Maccabee.

(Just a tiny part.)

CHAPTER INDEX (for your convenience)

1 | 2

so. how’d you guys like it?

here are the translations:

傻逼 = dumbass/idiot

王八蛋 = its like f    er (sry, i rlly dont like swearing in english in writing, i feel like ppl will track me down and yell at me)

好落后 = so behind (as in trends, like in the context of not caught up on the latest trends)

hope that cleared things up a bit, if not feel free to send me a quick message, and i’ll explain to you in detail.

anyways, any suggestions for the next chapter?? (i really need to change the texting usernames, any suggestions for the individual characters?? eventually all of the players are gonna get involved one way or another in the texting conversations)

[ston-rampler]

It’s ya boi. Baits now has a tea...and I shipped him with Mac. *shrug* 

[endgame-imagines-blog]

Imagine Maccabee and Baitsakhan having a COD competition, and whoever loses has to wear Heelies the next day. Baits loses, and Maccabee enjoys watching him trip up every few minutes. He ends up having to cling to his shoulder to keep his footing.

[fuckimanerd725]

Baitsakhan: *Walking around really grumpy*

Maccabee: Baits what did you think a tiger shark was?

[ask-the-players]

What's your MBTI personality type Players?

Sarah: ENFPJago: ENFJMaccabee: ENTJBaitsakhan: INFPChiyoko: ISTJAn: ISFJAisling: ISFPMarcus: ESFJHilal: INFJKala: ESFPShari: INFPAlice: ENTP

[baitsabeeisreal]

Sarah: Kawennáhere Devery Jacobs. She’s of Native heritage, and she’s around Sarah’s age.

Jago: Maybe Jacob Artist. Like, he looks very very similar to how I imagined Jago, if you put a couple of scars on his face. What doesn’t convince me 100% is that he’s African-American, while Jago is Peruvian, so I think it would be better if a Latino actor played him, but I couldn’t find one that looked the right way.

Chiyoko: definitely Rinko Kikuchi. If you’ve seen Pacific Rim, you can understand why.

An: He’s one of the most difficult. There aren’t many asian actors of that age, the only one I saw in a leading role is Ki Hong Lee, and even tho he’s really good, he doesn’t look like An AT ALL. So I browsed some lists of asian actors, and the one that convinced me more is Brendan Howley. Like, I know he’s much more handsome than An should be, but he has that tormented aesthetic and I think he could fit.

Maccabee: Matthew Lewis. He’s exactly like how Maccabee was described.

Baitsakhan: My choiche is Ryan Potter, even if I’m not 100% sure. I said An had been difficult to cast? Baitsakhan was FUCKING ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE! I could hardly find any Mongolian actors, and none of them was that age. So I lowered my standards and looked for actors who had East Asian heritage. So Ryan Potter was really one of the few avaible that showed the right age. (Also he was Hiro’s voice in Big Hiro 6, and that movie always reminded me of Baits so well)

Shari: Freida Pinto might be the right actress. At first I thought about Pryianka Chopra, but she doesn’t look “innocent” enough. So yeah. Freida Pinto.

Alice: Amanlda Stenberg. I love her natural hair and the way she played Rue. The only thing that doesn’t convince me is her body type: Alice should be much bigger and more muscolar. I think that Patina Miller has the right body for her, but she’s really too old.

Aisling: Rose Leslie, because she has red hair, freckles and an intresting face, and she can play well a badass (see her role as Ygritte.) I had imagined Aisling more like Chloe Howl, but she’s not an actress so…

Kala: Sofia Boutella. I’m really satisfied about this choiche, because she’s middle eastern like Kala (she’s algerian to be fair), and around the right age. Of course she would have to wear green contact lenses and a hijab!

Hilal: Aml Ameen could be fine for him. He’s the right age, the right ethnicity, the right build. The only thing he misses are blue eyes, but there are contacts for that. Also he played Alby in The Maze Runner, and his character is similar to Hilal for some things: both are wise and have authority, even if Hilal is gentler. Another actor that might be good to play him is Michael Ealy, but he’s really too old.

Marcus: Matthew Daddario. He’s tall, handsome, with black curly hair and he honestly looks like a greek god, so, who could be better as the Minoan player?

Christopher: Lucas Till, because he looks like your typical, blonde, kind, all american boy.

Stella: Haley Webb plays her in Ancient Soceties, I think, but honestly I always imagined her more like Jennifer Lawrence (or maybe Natalie Dormer)

Little Alice: Amrita Mukherjee, even if maybe she’s too old (she’s like 10??)

Jamal: Avan Jogia, he looks pretty much like I imagined him.

Ekaterina Adlai: Kate Winslet, because she’s the right age and body type. And of course she would potray her well, I mean… It’s Kate fucking Winslet.

Guitarrero Tlaloc: Giancarlo Esposito, because he is the right ethnicity and age and he already did similar roles.

Hayu Tlaloc: I know she doesn’t look Peruvian (she’s swedish in fact) but I imagined her as Lena Olin. You should blame her role as Irina Derevko for it, because she’s a manipulative, badass, bitch mother.

Nori Ko: Maggie Q, she’s the right age and ethnicity.

Xander: Alex Pettyfer, because he got that “surfer boy” look that I imagined Xander with.

Jalair: Ryan Higa. He was my second choiche for An tbh, and since I added Jalair only as a last thought I choose quickly. But I think that he honestly fits.

Declan&Pop Kopp: I chose Brendan and Brian Gleeson bc they’re two gingers, father and son, around the right age.

[endgameisrealbitches]

feeling super inspired rn

Maccabee:So,where are you from? Heaven?;)

Baitsakhan:Yeah, I'm a ghost. I died 13 years ago, like that pick up line.

[mozamikala-blog]

Okay here's the right list: 12 24 51

12:Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?A girl I met two days ago in a club with her group of friends. I danced with her a bit. Didn't like her very much though, she keeps texting me and it's getting too serious. Ew.24:Is there a certain quote you live by?I answered in the previous post51:Do you know anyone who hates shopping?Yes, for sure. Aisling, unless it is for camping stuff, and also Hilal bc he never wants to spend and always tells me moral stuff when I buy too much. Also Baitsakhan says he hates it, but that's not true. He just pretends it to piss off Maccabee. Those two are disgusting, they look like an old married couple.

[redheaded-sniper-girl]

Baits crashing Alice Month for Arospec Week

[undeadpsycho13]

a cup of coffee to warm my icy heart

GUYS GUYS GUYS THE COFFEE SHOP AU THINGY IS DONE (first chapt at least. this whole thing is going to be AT LEAST 5 chapters)

imma tag these people, for wonderful awesome ideas: @puzzle-of-life-reason-for-death​ (for coming up with the headcanon/awesome au), @baitsakhan-adlai​ (for glaring at me constantly across the room telling me telepathically to hurry up), @13thendgameplayer​ (for the beautiful pickup lines you supplied, truly they were amazing, i swear to god imma use more of them in the next chapts), @redheaded-sniper-girl​ (this is to repent my sins, im sry this part wasnt mac’s perspective, i promise at least some of it will be, i hope you like this), and @baitsabeeisreal​ (bc even tho she didnt really contribute, she’s like the #1 baitsabee fan out there)

okay, yeesh, long boring credits are over, now lets get on with the show!! :D

CHAPTER 1: HOT, DARK, STRONG, JUST LIKE ME

The first time was an accident.

Baitsakhan didn’t really mean to walk into a coffee shop that wasn’t Starbucks, it just kind of happened.  His legs kind of just… carried him away from the Starbucks nearest to his house, and since he couldn’t be bothered to walk an extra block to the second closest Starbucks, he decided to try out that shady looking “Endgame” cafe.  Edgy name, Baitsakhan thought absent-mindedly.  Well, technically he did have reason, and it wasn’t really an accident, but hey, he can’t just say he didn’t want to go back to the Starbucks because he was pissed at the cashier.  That Hilal something, who was all about niceness and world peace and all that other nonsensical bull.  It just pissed him off, how people could be so cheery and kind.  The Incident last week, involving at least a dozen pamphlets on saving the environment and using Baitsakhan as a bulletin board, was the final straw.  He couldn’t go back to Starbucks after that, and what right did the world have to take away coffee from a poor, sleep-deprived, coffee-needing teenager, right?

A text lit his phone just when he was about halfway across the street.  He ignored the faint vibration.  Really, it could only be three people: Jalair, his very over-protective brother who wouldn’t let him do anything remotely fun (“Baitsakhan, what are you doing to that poor kitten?” “Oh, I don’t know, maybe just cutting off his tail with a butter knife if you suddenly went blind today.” “How could you do that to poor Muffin??!!”), his horribly awesomely social sister Sarangerel who had a bajillion times more friends than Baitsakhan (“A bajillion times zero is still zero Baits.” “That’s not my point.”), or his Chinese friend (read: only friend) An Liu (contrary to popular belief, Baitsakhan did have one friend, though even he didn’t care to admit it).  Turns out, curiousity got the better of him, and after another five or six continuous obnoxious buzzes (by now he was sure it was Sarangerel), Baitsakhan whipped out his phone angrily, prepared to type out a biting lecture about why friends and family should not double text and annoy the hell out of him in the process, when he realised –– with a frown –– that the number displayed on his phone was an unfamiliar one, labelled neither “Mother-Hen”, nor “Social Butterfly”, nor “Asian Hacker Lovebird”.  In fact, the area code displayed it wasn’t even from the area.

And all of them, every single text, was the same thing: bring me the goddamned ice cream.  A final: ais ik ur redin these txts topped it off.

The atrocious grammar pissed him off.  So did the fact that this person called him freaking Ais.  What kind of name was that, anyways?  Typing furiously, a long paragraph was added to the message: F off, I’m not Ais.  You’ve got the wrong number idiot.  Besides, who would give ice cream to you??  Loser.  By the way, don’t text me back.  Like ever again.  Delete this message immediately, or my weird hacker friend will be out to get you and possibly put a bullet through your head with a drone if you don’t.  Have a nice life!

Feeling pleased with his impeccable grammar, and his nice little response, Baitsakhan continued along towards the coffee shop.  The a hidden speaker above the door emitted a faint ringing noise, which was, too be honest, quite annoying.  He didn’t understand how anyone could stand hearing that sound hundreds of times a day.  For once, he kind of felt bad for the baristas.

The coffee shop was surprisingly quite crowded, at least compared to what Baitsakhan’s expectations would be.  In the far corner, a sturdy-looking dark-skinned girl sat opposite of another one, except slim and of Indian heritage.  Closer to the entrance sat a woman, hijab covering half her head, alone, sipping a cup of coffee with an icy expression on her face.  Near the cashier, three people were chatting animatedly, a guy with a scar on his face holding hands with a blond girl, sitting across from a pretty Native-American girl.

Baitsakhan made a face.  He really should have just sucked it up and settled with Starbucks.  All these annoying people… at least the Starbucks was relatively quiet.  Sighing, he made a mental note not to come back again, before begrudgingly trudging up to the counter.

The boy standing at the counter was presumably in his late teens, his hair honey colored with streaks of something darker tied up into a short ponytail, displaying a set of silver earrings that contrasted nicely with his immaculate jet-black suit, though steaks of it were already coming loose.  It suited him nicely, Baitsakhan couldn’t help but notice.  His electric blue eyes, wary like that of a predator’s, flashed eagerly at having another customer, perhaps saving him from his endless boredom.  A nonchalant expression crossed his face, followed by a knowing smirk, and then was once again replaced by a mockingly polite look as he called out,

“How may I help you?”

Baitsakhan stared unabashedly at the guy, unamused.

“I thought this was a coffee shop.  Get me some goddamned coffee.”

Something akin to surprise appeared in the cashier’s eyes, but like every other emotion quickly disappeared.  He probably didn’t get rude comments like this often.  Serves him right, thought Baitsakhan, trying to ignore the boy’s undeniable hotness as a feral grin spread across the guy’s face.  The name Maccabee was written on a pin proudly hung from the guy’s breast pocket.  Baitsakhan duly noted this, for no reason at all.  He had no reason to store away this kind of information.  He totally wasn’t planning on coming back again.

“Okayyy then,” he drawled, every word unnecessarily lengthened, “How would you like your coffee?”

“Hot, dark, strong.” Baitsakhan had no time for this nonsense.

“Just like me then,” Maccabee said, waggling his eyebrows.

Baitsakhan stared, unimpressed,

“Do you flirt with everything that walks on two legs?”

Again, the guy looks surprised.  Probably hasn’t had a pick-up line thrown back at his face before, Baitsakhan thinks with a smirk.

“Nope, just cute ones.”

The barista turned to make the coffee, and thank God he turned to make the coffee, because Baitsakhan has chosen just the right time to have his face turn completely red.

Ugh.

He really should have just gone to Starbucks.

A/N: 

cringey title, cringey chapter title, cringey everything… sounds about right

i should have mentioned before, YES I TOTALLY SHIP AN AND BAITS AS A BROTP EVEN THO ITS SUPER WEIRD AND THEY PROB HATE EACH OTHER CANON BUT WHO CARES.

also, sorry about the non-typical depiction of maccabee, i kinda just imagined him with long hair one day and it… kinda spiralled off into the void?? idk.  i kinda like it.

ALSO, i sorta maybe incorporated a wrong number!au into this also. sue me, i was playing around with thing and it got outta hand, ok

next chapt will be up by the end of the week (hopefully earlier, i have an hr to write tomorrow, and this chapt only took an hr, so… possibly tomorrow :) no guarantees tho)

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Buon pomeriggio lettori 😘 Come promesso oggi estrazione del giveaway che vedete nella mia Stories e il vincitore è @baitsakhan CONGRATULAZIONI!!!! #buongiorno #buongiornoletterario #lettori #buonalettura #libro #lifeisabook #leggere #book #read #lettura #library #libraio #leggiamo #lettoristraordinari #recensionelibri #libro #lifeisabook #buongiorno #booksgram #bookporn #bookoftheday #amoreperilibri #bookslove #passionelibri #loveread #bookblog #blog #lalettricedistratta  

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Are you still doing the drawing challenge? If so, could you please draw Baitsakhan with #18?

Of course! I post it ASAP!