Y/N: So, I might be out for an hour or two, if that's fine with any of you. I figure I give you this heads-up so the house doesn't go into frantic anarchy...
They start snickering at me, then Eve looks over.
Eve: What's the special occasion?
Y/N: An old friend of mine, from college that... well... I remember hating by the end of it all, now got hit with a reality check, so I'm going to meet up with him and tell him that I don't want to see his face again. That good enough?
Ahri: Sounds good! Have fun with that! One more thing, uhm... c-can you make sure you give me a massage by the time you leave?
Kai: Wait... i-is this the patented Y/N massage?
Y/N: You definitely told her to say that didn't you?
I take my last bite of pancake, smirking over at Evelynn, who is the guiltiest I've ever seen.
Eve: Whatever do you mean, darling? Word goes around, you of all people should know that. Or did you forget some of your ways?
She's asking for it, and of course I'm going to give it to her, are you fucking high? Whether I think I can or not... ugh... I really still don't feel like I belong here...
Y/N: Well, it's so hard to remember who I am when I'm entranced by my superiors. Seriously, how can I focus when I get to stare at nothing but beauty, constantly?
I wink at Kali when I say that, because that last part was directed at her.
Eve: H-he's so quick with his words?
Kai: Well stop giving him material to work with and see how he goes?
Ahri: He'll just stay silent, he's modest like that. If he can't think of anything good to say, he won't say it. Not like-
Kai: D-don't... s-say it... I like him...
Y/N: Me?
Kai: Hehe... no...
Kali: Yeah, because he's- well... that would be bad if you did.
Ahri facepalms, and then fluffs her tails, probably heading into the- yep, heading into the rec room, next to the living room where we now turned into a therapy and yoga hot spot for us to do stuff in.
It's an amazing meditation room, if any household can afford to have one, they should consider.
I get up and clean up the table as the girls chat, mainly about where their next gig is going to be, and who all they're going to bring along. Kai points backwards at me quietly, but I could see that thumb from the kitchen, why is she so like... mean? No, she's not mean, just like... I don't know.
I can tell Kai doesn't like me, sort of ever since I showed up. She was putting on an act to talk to me the first day, but I don't think she likes me for... whatever reason. Maybe because I'm mopey? Maybe because it smells like ash on the top patio? I don't know. She must think I'm some creep.
I mean... I'd be afraid of myself too, look at me. Who still wears glasses, like these? Who has this kind of crummy haircut, who the fuck has blemish on their face? Like... gross, I look like a fucking toad, not to mention I barely shaved off my peach fuzz. I can only get so freshly groomed... nothing I do makes me feel confident...
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
*SLAM!*
Ahri: Woah! What happened?!
Y/N: Oh, nothing, it's alright... just... cleaning the pan I used.
I just smashed my fists into the metal sink, hurting my knuckles in a fit of rage at my own fucking thoughts. I can't believe myself...
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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...
