I just took an Uber instead; I wasn't fucking with no busses or ambulances. I took an Uber right to the hospital and I'm gonna take another one to Sera's place.
Y/N: Alright, sweet, have a good one boys.
I hang up the phone after calling the towing company, told them to bring my car to the insurance place and have them take it to their scrap yard or whatever, throw it up for sale, I don't care. My SS, despite maintaining it well, has just been a bit cursed since day one.
Nice car, fun car, but I can't be whipping a Chevy around anymore when I'm now a company executive. I'm thinking of getting something higher end. The Chevy was but... maybe something Euro to blend in, that or some rare new car coming out that nobody has yet, I mean I am a good salesman.
Hmmmmmm...
Y/N: Sera, what car would you want me to drive?
Sera: Uh, right now? None because your arm is in rough shape and... never mind, I can't say that.
Y/N: What?
Sera: Hehe... y-you walked like you had a stick up your keister.
We both chuckle a little and then go back to vibing out in the hospital. I'm in the bed and she's sitting down next to me. They disinfected all my wounds and patched everything up the right way. Turns out I had a mild crack in my femur which is why I had trouble walking with little pain.
No cast was needed but I have to relax on it for a bit. They gave me a crutch to walk around with and stuff. I feel like some war vet out of a shitty fanfic or something, scars all over my chest and back from all the doohickeys they shot at me with, and the bullet scar in my arm, bruises and marks that are left behind from being drug around in the sand.
My pristine body, now fucking ugly. Some say this is just "becoming a man". I say, it's becoming a ruthless savage, with no sense of self-respect nor self-control. I try to have integrity, and now I look like I fucking eat people...
Sera: Someone's getting a little upset, what's the matter?
Y/N: I'm finding it hard to accept my body.
Sera: How so?
Y/N: All these gross marks, making me look like someone I'm not. I didn't ask for any of these, and now everyone's going to-
Sera: You have nothing to worry about! It doesn't matter what kind of body you have; people will treat you the same.
Y/N: You and I both know that isn't true.
Sera: No, but... I'll still treat you the same.
Y/N: Well, then that's all that matters. I-I...
And for some reason, I start to have a breakdown.
Y/N: I just need a hug right now... *sniff*
Sera: Awwww... I'm here, hey! I'm here... oof... yessss... it's okay... shhh...
She comes in and hugs me, draping her hair down my chest. I place my one good arm over her arm that's across my chest, just caressing it gently.
This was supposed to be a chill, two-worlds colliding style love story, and here I am getting put through fucking hell. Why can't life just be simple? Why couldn't it just've been corporate asshole meets lovely pink coffee lady?
Fuck you, life. Go fuck yourself.
I move my hand up to the back of Seraphine's head and start patting the back of it gently, running my hand through her long hair.
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That One Barista (K/DA Seraphine x Male Reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N, from Brighthammer Inc., worked as a salesman, riding the corporate waves of Piltover. Coming from a land where if you weren't wearing a suit, you were a nobody, there was something about this special woman he saw almost every day, just to p...
