Tom Hiddleston Oneshots.

(Un)Lucky

Perhaps it should have been a sign. There’s always signs, or omens, or stupid fortune cookie slogans inside plastic wrappers that forecast the day. Or perhaps the stars and the planets just weren’t aligned the way they were supposed to be, and this was just a typical bad day for your star sign (or moon sign, or whatever sign, really). Either way, everything was so very wrong.

If anyone had told you that you’d wake up in the morning to a broken coffee maker, which by the way, was working perfectly fine a mere 24 hours before, you would have planned ahead. You would have redownloaded the Starbucks app, or you would have gotten up a whole 10 minutes earlier to walk down the street for a cup. But no, no one thought to inform you, and no fortune cookie from your takeout the night before foretold these events. So, you awoke to a broken coffee machine and an irritability meter that continued to fill with every second that passed you by.

By the time you were done getting ready for your day, you were pissed at the world, and more importantly, at your lack of caffeine. However, anger does tend to drive a person through life full-throttle, so you were somewhat pleasantly surprised to find time to get some coffee at your local cafe. You were not pleasantly surprised to find that the coffee they gave you was far too sweet, and the second one they offered in compensation wasn’t even coffee. Now, typically, you could be patient. You knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of irritability and impatience, but the ticking of the clock made it so painfully obvious that you were now running exactly 7 minutes behind schedule. When the manager of the store, Andrew, you believed his name was, apologized for the newest trainee’s mistakes, you wanted to be sweet, you wanted your smile to be kind. But god you were pissed, so the tight lipped smile and gritted acceptance of the apology was unfortunately all you could muster. You were handed the correct coffee two minutes later, and then you swiftly turned on your heel to exit.

Luck clearly was not going to be on your side this day.

The list of things that kept going wrong only continued to add. For one, there was no weather forecast that spoke of rain, and you foolishly believed that. Because, to your dismay, it did. In fact, it began to rain halfway to your job, and you didn’t have an umbrella and your top was white. You were half drenched and terribly exposed when you walked through the doors of your workplace.

Realistically, you knew not everyone was looking at you, but you still felt like they were. You were late to work, your shirt was practically see-through and your makeup was running. “Irritable” at this point didn’t quite capture the feeling. You were practically steaming. Sitting at your desk was the only thing you wanted at that point. You wanted to immerse yourself in work in order to forget every little thing that did not exist outside of your space.

When you finally fell into the poorly structured swivel chair, you wanted to scream with joy. At least you were mostly certain that everything you did would be under your control now that you were properly settled into your work station.

Wrong. So, so wrong.

When your computer screen came to life, you should have been elated. There should have been a feeling of relief that washed over you at the idea that something was finally going right. But then the screen lit up, and realization washed over you. A file that was typically visible straight away, a file containing every detail of your project, was gone. And when you went to call the IT desk to figure out what exactly had happened, you realized your cell phone was dangerously low on battery. When you finally managed to get your office phone to work correctly, you were put on hold for almost an hour, and even after they picked it up, they could not find the issue either.

It was safe to say that by the time your lunch break rolled around, you were completely overwhelmed by the feeling that nothing was going to go right today. And by the end of the day, you wouldn’t be surprised if your house had gotten broken into, your identity stolen, and your love life was in shambles. As overdramatic as that may have sounded, that’s where your head was at by strike of noon.