About a week has passed since I came home and turned Sett into red paste. A few things have changed, but not much. However, I've been hoping SOME things would change...
A LITTLE OVER A WEEK LATER!
I wake up, then get to putting on my new contacts in the mirror and going about my morning. Doctor said my cuts would scar over, and he was amazed I had no nerve damage from getting tazed twice a day...
PTSD is even worse now, prison was fucking scarring bro. On the bright side, the depression is even easier to deal with. Not only can I distract myself, but I have gained confidence after the whole... Sett thing.
I now accept that I am in control of my life, and I'm not worthless. If I were really worthless, then I wouldn't be here right now, I'd still be in jail, sharing a cage-line with a psycho and a squirrel, I mean a Yordle.
I do a little bit of shaving, it's really just a trim. I make sure to trim my beard down a bit, effectively making a sort of stubble, rather than full-grown. I can grow a beard, and my powers make it even easier. I'm... not so sure about my long hair though, so maybe we'll do something about it... never mind, after I feather it and layer it, it looks nice.
I throw on whatever clothes are on top and leave my room, getting right to work. We're at the point where I can finally get back to work but... some of girls don't think I should still. I'll surprise them with how good I'm doing with some waffles.
After a morning ciggy out on the back porch, I start making the batter and warming up the iron for it. I won't wake the girls and make them wait for waffles this time. Instead, I'll let the smell wake them up, I just wonder which girl is going to float like a cartoon character by the time I'm done.
Yeah, but... other than the stuff I wrote down earlier, life has been okay. Just wish whenever I spaced out, I wouldn't feel the horrors of jail. Who know that just a month would make such a difference? Remind me never to commit treason in Ionia.
I just realized... I went through my routine too fast... I forgot a shirt. So, I'm just some high looking fuck ass with no shirt on, just underwear and sweatpants, looking like a bum. "I'm just making waffles... bro... baked outta mah fuckin' life..." type energy that I'm feeling here.
I get a few waffles cooking in the iron, it's a big iron. Hey, I got an idea! I take out my phone while I'm finishing up the waffles. I give the boys' group chat a ring, Ekko and Yasuo, sadly Rakan is too busy spending all his time with his woman. I don't blame him, Xayah is cute, except uhh... when it comes down to the waist area, and below.
However, Eve is cuter, and so is Kai on that matter, Ahri too, Kali though... they're all cute, hot as fuck, I am so lucky I get the chance. To hear they were all into me a month back, I hope that's still the case. I mean, they let me keep my job, and even took turns making sure I was comfy when I was bedridden.
Eve: Would you like some more headroom?
Y/N: Yeah, and how did you know my name was room?
That conversation went over well...
Yasuo: HEY!!! It's been a while, fuckhead!
Ekko: Dude, remember?! He was in fucking jail... wait, hold on, Yone needs to get in here, he was asking about Y/N. He wanted to talk about something very important but... eh, I'm sure he won't mind if we're here.
Yasuo: In the words of my mighty brother... "we aren't wise enough to understand".
Ekko: Come on, thought you guys forgave one another for that shit...
Yone joins the call, stern, and sort of shy, like an ice bear.
Yone: Hi.
Y/N: Yone, what's going on, man? How's your morning?
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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...
