Dad: Son, if you're going to be a goalie, you need more meat on your bones.
Y/N: But dad, I want to try it! It's just catching the ball, I always had good reaction time!
Dad looks at my brother, what a fucking bitch... I don't miss him one bit, but I was naive at the time, thinking I wasn't the family punching bag.
My brother was better than me at soccer or football, whatever you want to call it. Dad wanted me to get out of my room and stop reading books, yet he just wanted to do that so he can play with the punching bag, with his favorite son.
*KICK! THUD!*
I wasn't paying attention, and all dad does is smirk, watching his son get pegged in the head with a soccer ball and hitting the field. I was determined, so I get up-
*PEG! THUD!*
Again... same thing happened...
Dad: Now, now, let him get up... allow him to get his bearings.
*CATCH! WHOOSH! THUD!*
I catch the ball, kicking it back at my brother.
Dad: Oooh... very good.
Y/N: Is this why you wanted to bring me out? To dumb me down to your guys' level?
Oh, right, I was 13, when I was starting to build up my cynical, more hate-oriented attitude you see now. My dad hardly fed me, so he'd be strong enough to still beat on me. Just one of the embarrassing moments from childhood, even though I shouldn't be the one who was embarrassed.
Dad: Boy's got a mouth on em?! You know your place...
*KICK! CATCH! DOINK!*
Bro: OOF!!!
My brother hits the ground after I whale the fucking ball back at him.
Fate just works out...
*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*
I slam my hand on the desk, grabbing my phone and shutting my alarm off. Time to hop on the old grind... I get up and put my coat on, thankfully I don't have to dress nice for work. Tie up the scarf, throw my boots on, and then we're out the door-
Akali: OH!!! Hey, what's going on? So, you did stay?
Y/N: I gotta go to work...
Akali: Surely, you can stay for breakfast?
Y/N: I'd love to but... uh-
My phone starts buzzing so I take it out, it's Camille.
Y/N: I'm on my way to work now, what's going on?
Camille: Uhhh... yeah... about that... we had a labor shortage when we need people and... well, *sigh* unfortunately, you were one of the last we hired. Since my boss, also known as the owner, suggested we layoff some of the new people. You were the newest, I'm sorry, Y/N. I knew how bad you needed this job, but seniority is a bitch.
Y/N: Y-you're tellin' me... w-well... shit... okay, bye Camille.
Camille: Goodbye, I'm sorry.
She hangs up, I'm just there, frozen as ice. I don't know what to think, good things happen, and then bad things happen the next. This is fucking shit; I HATE THIS WORLD!!! I can't even maintain a job for a week... not anymore... ugh. Alright, I guess I can stay for breakfast now.
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My Cursed Luck (K/DA x Male Reader)
Fanfiction- Y/N is an archivist, scratch that, an "information artist", and he likes to believe he's cursed, cursed with bad luck, resulting in the constant lack of optimism, depression. However, his past few years have been pretty tame as far as just going t...
