really glad i don't have work tomorrow

lilith-chii  asked:

Hi hun! Welcome, welcome to the Overwatch writing community!!! Now, I'd like a really nice Genji x Reader. The theme is.... -drumroll- office AU!!!! If you don't mind that is~ thank you~ I hope you have fun!

Thank you! Im glad to be here. ( andI never mind writing Genji) I hope you enjoy it. I’m putting it under a read more because it got long.

(I swear this is an office au even though half of it doesn’t take place in an office)

“Come on, lighten up a little!” your friend told you as you walked to the bar.

“I have to be at work tomorrow,” you reply. “My boss is coming back from two weeks vacation and the last thing I need to be dealing with is a hangover.”

“So only have one drink! You at least have to stay long enough to meet my new girlfriend.”

“Okay, okay,” you agree. “I’ll stay long enough to meet the girlfriend.”

You reached the bar and found out that the girlfriend was running a few minutes late, so you decided to get a drink while you waited. For some reason you decided to get a margarita, even though you knew the tequila wasn’t a good idea. Tequila is never a good idea, you thought, but you took a sip anyways.

“You come here often?” You heard a smooth and slightly accented voice ask. Turning you saw a good looking man standing next to you. He had a dazzling smile, good taste in clothing, and… was that green hair?

“Every so often,” you told him, smiling. The hair was a little jarring at first glance, but somehow it looked pretty good on him. “What about you?”

“My first time,” he told you. “I’m Genji, by the way,” he held out his hand to shake yours.

“I’m (Name),” you said taking it. But instead of shaking your hand he brought it up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“A pleasure to meet you, (Name). Can I buy you a drink?”

“I already have one,” you motioned to the glass in your other hand. “And I was only planning on one drink tonight.”

“But if you let me buy you another, I’ll have time to actually learn your last name, oh beautiful (Name).”

“Keep calling me beautiful and I might let you,” you teased him.

And so the night went on, the two of you teased each other back and forth, both of you even leaving the bar to have dinner with your friend and their new girlfriend. Genji was smart, funny, and charming; you couldn’t help but feel small butterflies take flight in your stomach when he looked at you. After dinner the two of you walked outside, and you hailed a taxi.

“I take it this is goodnight?” he asked you.

“I’m afraid so. It was wonderful to meet you, Genji,” you said.

“You know, it doesn’t have to be,” he told you, a coy smile appearing on his lips. You knew immediately what he was proposing. His lips did look soft, and his body strong and lean. You wondered briefly what a night might be like with him. But you only allowed yourself a moment to wonder; you knew yourself to well. You had a tendency to become attached far too easily and a night with this man would only end up hurting your heart.

“I’m sorry, but not tonight.”

He took it in stride, giving you a sad smile. “You break my heart, (Name). Whatever shall I do?”

“Go to sleep,” you told him. “It will hurt less in the morning.”

“If you say so,” he winked at you. “Perhaps I will see you again?”

“Perhaps you might,” you replied before getting into the taxi. He closed the door behind you and watched as the vehicle pulled away from the curb.

You gave a disappointed sigh. Maybe you should have… No. It was better this way, you told yourself. You had to keep repeating it, trying to convince yourself that it was true.

You arrived at work the next day at your usual time. You strode in through the doors and said hello to the front receptionist, Margaret.

“Oh, (Name), before you go up. Mr. Smith isn’t in today.”

“Did he extend his vacation?” you asked, slightly confused. Your boss, Mr. Smith, was the most punctual person you had ever met.

“No, he had a heart attack a two days ago,” Margaret told you.

“What?” this had to be some kind of joke. Sure Mr. Smith was older, but he wasn’t that old and he was in good health; how could he have a heart attack?

“I know it’s shocking. I only found out this morning. The company sent someone to take his place, temporarily, while he recovers.

“Who did they send?” you asked, your knees suddenly feeling weak.

“They sent president Shimada’s younger brother. I don’t know his first name. But apparently he’s a bit of a playboy, I don’t know why they sent him. But I do know you’ll be acting as his secretary while he’s here, since you know what plans Mr. Smith had in the works and stuff.”

“Alright, thanks for the head’s up, Margaret.” You took the elevator up to the 52nd floor where your office was, as well as Mr. Smith’s - Mr. Shimada’s for now.

As you rode the elevator up, you wondered about your new boss. You knew the company’s president, Hanzo Shimada, lived in the Japan and that’s where the company’s headquarters were. Mr. Smith was the director of the North American branch, one of their largest branches, so it made sense to send the president’s brother.

You arrived at your office to find the Vice President of the branch, Mr. Jones, was there and waiting for you. Actually, he was waiting for Mr. Shimada, since your office led into his. You waited together, making small talk. You asked about Mr. Smiths health, and learned that he should return in six months, if not sooner.

It wasn’t long before there a knock on the door and in stepped your new boss. It took you a moment to process what you were seeing. This couldn’t be your boss, the man was Genji, from the night before. He was wearing a crisp suit and dark green tie that complemented his bright hair.

“Mr. Jones,” he was stepping forward to shake the man’s hand when he caught sight of you. Confusion appeared on his face for a moment but was quickly replaced by his easygoing smile. “And may ask for an introduction to this lovely looking person?”

“This is (Name). They’re Mt. Smith’s secretary and will also be yours while you’re with us,” Mr. Jones introduced you, unaware that the two of you had met before. “(Name), this is Mr. Genji Shimada.” You offered your hand for a shake, but he repeated his action from last night and kissed it instead.

“A pleasure to meet you (Name),” he said smirking at you. Mr. Jones appeared unaware of his flirtatious manner and continued to speak, saying that he’d leave him to settle into his new office, but he’d see him at the staff meeting that was being held with the different department managers at 10. With that, Mr. Jones left, leaving you with your new boss. A man you had been drinking with and flirting outrageously with the night before.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” he said. “I was trying to figure out how to find you again, since I didn’t get your number last night, but look! I’ll be seeing you everyday, I’m very excited.”

“Mr. Shimada-”

“Please, (Name). Call me Genji. It is my name.”

“That’s not a very professional thing to do,” you replied seriously.

“Do I look like the a very professional person to you?” he said, winking at you.

So began five months of working for Genji Shimada. He was charming and flirted outrageously with you, but only when no one else was around. If someone else was around he was the picture of professionalism, except sometimes he’d drop a perfectly innocent sounding phrase, but he’d wink at you so you knew he meant it in a way that was anything but innocent. It became a game, bantering back and forth, him flirting and you preening like you weren’t flirting back at least a little.

One day he popped his head out of his office and said, “(Name? Would you might clearing my schedule for lunch tomorrow? An old friend is in town and he wants to discuss a business deal. I’d also appreciate it if you came as well. Two sets of eyes and ears are better than one. Hands too, if you know what I mean,” he said the last sentence with a smirk and and a smile, pulling hi head back in after he’d wormed an agreement out of you.

The next day you found yourself walking into a nice cafe to meet his friend. The friend’s name was Jesse McCree, who Genji said was some kind of Texan oilman. It was hard not to think of him as ‘Genji’, although you were careful to call him ‘Mr. Shimada’. You knew he’d never let you live it down if he called you by his first name.

The two of you sat down and waited, chatting idly while he continued to subtly flirt with you. 15 Minutes passed quickly and there was no sign of his friend. You nearly jumped out of your seat as Genji’s phone rang. He picked it up with a,”McCree? Where are y-,” You could dimly hear a voice on the other end interrupt him. He listened for a few moments before replying, “I see. Thank you for informing me.” He hung up the phone and turned to you, “I’m afraid Jesse isn’t going to be able to make it to lunch, he’d like to reschedule for another time. But since we’re here, you and I should enjoy lunch.” The two of you ordered and continued to chat throughout the meal. Talking to him was easy, but you had to watch yourself so you didn’t get too flirty. He’s still your boss after all.

As the two of you left the cafe, he turned to you, (Name), there’s something I wanted to speak to you about.”

“What is it?” You were a little put off by his change in tone, he suddenly sounded very serious.

“It’s about Mr. Smith. He should be returning to work in a week or two, provided no more harm comes to him.”

“That’s wonderful! That… that means you’ll be leaving, doesn’t it?” You felt hollow at the the thought of him leaving and we’re exactly sure why. It couldn’t be that you had, feelings for him or anything. But you couldn’t deny the thought of him leaving saddened you.

“I’m afraid so,” was his answer. You walked a few more minutes in silence until you found yourselves in the elevator headed up to your offices. “(Name), I’ve enjoyed your company these past few months, and I’m afraid I’ve done a poor job at conveying that.”

“You don’t need to worry yourself about that, Mr Shimada. You’ve done a fine job making me feel appreciated.” As soon as the the words left your mouth, you winced internally. That was exactly the kind of sentence he’d take and see to make some outrageously flirty remark. But surprisingly, he passed up the opportunity.

“You misunderstand me, I don’t mean as a secretary. I mean as a person and a friend. And, dare I hope, more than a friend? I’ve been saying things to you the entire time I’ve been here, but know I realize that I don’t think you knew I meant them”

Your brain stopped working. He sounded sincere, far more sincere than you had ever heard him sound. What could he mean by ‘more than a friend’? And was he referring to all his flirty comments, did he actually mean them? “What do you mean, Genji?” You didn’t even realize you were saying his name until after you’d said it. He couldn’t possibly be saying what you thought he was saying.

“I mean, that even after Mr. Smith returns, I’d like stay in the city and get to know you on a more… personal level.” A hint of nervousness crept into his voice, something you’d never heard before.

“You’re saying that you-”

“That I like you, yes. That I want to be your boyfriend, yes. And that I’ve actually meant my flirting all along, yes!” His hands had grabbed your shoulders and he was gazing longingly into your eyes, like he was searching for the answer you couldn’t find the words to.

Instead, you reached up to put your hands on either side of his face and pull him down into a kiss. The first kiss was sweet and simple, it felt so good to kiss him. His lips were just as soft as you thought they’d be. A second kiss followed the second and this one held passion. Both of you had kept your feelings inside for far too long. Breathless, you pulled away to look at him.

“I take it you feel the same?” he asked with a smirk and wink.

So I feel like genji may have a bit out ooc here. I wrote like playboy genji except for at the end, but I feel like it’s all a little rushed, I’m sorry about that.