❝𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 ❞
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bllk x femreader
discontinued bcz im lowk not happy w it
might rewrite a whole new book w same concept
rare updates
・❥・After the recen...
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 aching head, aching foot, dried tears, and dried drool on the side of your mouth. Yesterday's memories flooded into your head like a dam had broken which had out you in an even worse mood.
After stretching your arms above your head, you wiped your face with your hand to get most of the tears and drool off before putting all your strength in getting up from the comfort of your bed and onto the floor that forced to face reality every morning.
You had almost fell back completely and had to lean most of your weight onto the bed, as the black dots welcomed themselves into your vision like it's their home. The faintness you felt and the headache together was seriously not a good mix.
You could barely see anything ahead of you as the dots had taken up majority of your sight. The faintness began to feel stronger and you felt light on your feet so you grabbed the bed with both hands in hopes of steadying yourself better.
Taking in a deep breath, you continued to stay in that position. It was normal for you—but despite that, it was extra annoying. Just another nuisance you had to deal with in daily life.
Soon enough, it ends and you can see your room clearly. Once you were absolutely sure you could move again without tumbling down to the floor, you made your way to the bathroom.
On your way there, a certain jacket catches your eye, stopping you in walk.
You were sober. You can think better now. You picked up the coat which was hanging from your chair and inspected it. It looked familiar. In fact, the man, the owner himself looked familiar.
A light bulb practically lights up above your head when you finally remember. His name was Chigiri. He was the bartender that gave you the drinks you asked for while you were watching your ex and his supposedly new girlfriend.
His hair was in a high ponytail and he wore your usual long sleeved (which was rolled up to his elbows) white shirt, black vest, black pants, and a black tie.
You knew you should give the coat back, best if it happened today. Except you didn't know when he worked. What if he doesn't work on monday nights? Then again, it's possible he does work tonight but doesn't work tomorrow night so if you go tomorrow you'll be going for nothing.
Whatever. Why worry about someone else's shift when you have your own? Rubbing your eye, you continue your walk to the bathroom in order to freshen up and get ready.
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You spent most of your morning, waiting the appropriate time to get to work while watching stuff on social media. So now here you were, standing behind the cashier, waiting for someone. It was close to the end of your shift and work was going a little slow. Less customers were coming in than usual.
