That's life. That's what all the people say, anyways. But does it need to be? No. No I, I can change that. Make a change for once, that's what I can do! Get back in the race, and change the course! Switch the signs, block the road. Or, something like that. I mean, a good place to start would be a job, or, friends, a reputation? A good place to start might be.. Hm, the evil league of evil? It seems to pay well and it's certainly within my sights. Let's see.. The qualifications are….oh! Not within my sights, damn.
Maybe I could submit my resume to that new cafe down the street? Yeah, they're hiring. Qualifications are.. A High school diploma or equivalent, check. Ability to take orders accurately, check. Familiarity with food preparation techniques, check! Let's find that submission form and.. Done! Now to wait. Well, I could stand to be productive while waiting. Oh! I should do my laundry.
I haven't fixed the machine yet so I'll have to go to the laundromat. I pick up my laundry bin and grab my jacket, stuffing my keys, some quarters, my phone, and a pocket knife into my jacket pockets. I head out the door and lock it behind me. The laundromat is within walking distance, and it should do me some good to walk more, so I'll walk there. I walk to the laundromat and set my load going, leaning against the wall while I wait.
Then, this guy walks in, kinda cute… and he starts talking to a pretty girl. Aw man.. She doesn't seem to be interested in him, though. What doesn't she see in him? Oh shit! She has a boyfriend. Or, at least, is being escorted around by.. No fucking way! That's Captain Hammer, Corporate Tool. What an ass if you ask me. Oh, he's arguing with that cute guy. Kick his ass, cute guy.. Oh and cute guy is.. What..? It's too muffled to hear what they're saying.. Oh! There's my laundry. Dried and washed, just in time.
I load it back into my laundry bin, not bothering to fold it yet. I walk out of the laundromat and back to my house. I put away my laundry and make myself something to eat. Leftover rotisserie chicken.. After eating, I check my email to see.. Oh damn! That was fast. Let's see.. “Dear y/n l/n, we're pleased to inform you that your application has been accepted, we have room in our schedule for an interview Wednesday at 12” there's more in that email but, holy shit!! My schedule is empty as a puddle on a roof, so I'll just let them know that works. Fuck yeah!!
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On my way to the interview, I see a van driving into a girl and.. OH FUCK THAT'S CUTE GUY WHAT THE HELL still cute but I gotta go if I want that job.. I daydream on my way to the interview and, surprisingly, I crush the interview! I have the job and I'm starting next Monday from 10 am to 6 pm. Oh, major score! I'm so pumped walking back home that I accidentally bump into someone.. Cute guy.. It's you! “I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was walking, are you alright?” I ask cute guy, scared I made a horrible first impression. He straightens up and says “yeah, I'm fine. Sorry.” And walks away. Wow, his voice sounds so nice when talking to me..
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It's my first day, I clock in and get my uniform on. I've had some training before today, so it's my first real day. I get things ready to open and start waiting for customers.
After a couple hours of working here, that girl from yesterday and that asshole from yesterday (Captain Hammer) come in. I take their orders, both are generally unpleasant. I make their food and serve their food, they have the bare minimum service worker etiquette. Good enough, I figure, for fucking Corporate Tool. God, does he ever get less annoying?? Oh! There's cute guy, passing by the window. Looking all sad.. Like a little puppy.. Aww..
After my shift I clock out and take off the apron that is the uniform, get my stuff, and leave. Driving back home is boring, like always. I get home and put my coat up, take my shoes off, and throw my keys onto the kitchen counter. Hungry.. I eat the rest of the leftover rotisserie chicken and take a shower. I just hang around for a bit and then go to sleep.
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It's been a while, and I just got home from work. I turn on the news to see the captain hammer seminar thing, what an insensitive dickhead. It's all very boring and I'm debating turning off the TV until, that is, cute guy in some lab getup fucking freezes everyone?? Did I miss something?? Pretty cool though… oh ok his evil name is Dr. Horrible. Very fun, certainly has some pizzazz to it. I wonder if he's registered with The Evil League of Evil, or TELE for short. He probably is, I mean, that freeze ray is sick.
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Hi!! Thank you for reading :) I wrote this when I couldn't sleep so apologies if it's a little eh. I'll most likely write more because I feel like there isn't enough with this guy. Thank you :3
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thats life. (Dr.Horrible x reader slowish burn)
Romanceon one fateful trip to the laundromat, y/n saw this cute guy. they had a couple small runins after, no real conversations, but (pronoun) had already fallen. (pronoun) 's/'re certain he doesn't even know (pronoun) exists. but we'll see.
