Lander oneshots 🫶🫶

The subway🧡

Parody of a song???
🌧️- Light angst?? I'm not too sure
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I'm convinced The London Underground cannot be glamourised. It was dingy, there were rags and sticky graffiti done by prepubescent scummy kids mere hours before sunlight round every corner. It sucked.
It was always crammed in the mornings , and don't get me started on when it's kick off at Wembley— or better yet, a concert. It was worse than rush hour. And I was incredibly intimate with rush hour.
It was rush hour right now, thus my rant.

I'd never been in the subway in the us but I feel like the two are on par from the stories I heard. Nothing. I repeat NOTHING. Can make it bearable anymore.

Key words : Not anymore.

Making my usual busy commute, I rush down the stairs praying the train doesn't leave yet, and nearly tripping on my trousers and doc martens as I do so, ready to start my day and get a coffee on my interchange, craving my caffeine i had been to late to get on my first walk to the first station, and I was determined to get it when I got of to change lines., then I smell it.

No.
I smell him.
Oh, him.

That woody, nutty outdoorsy cologne I bought for him for our first anniversary, before everything went to shit. Way before everything hit the metaphorical fan. Stopping at a pillar on the platform, I glance around, trying to find the scorce of the scent, eyes scanning for a brown corduroy backpack and vibrant autumnal clothes, I needed to find him , My scorce, but I don't , I don't because its  not him. Because cologne isn't one of a kind Zander, you idiot. Forget it, forget him. Get on the stupid subway car when it comes and get to work.

I squeeze into the tight carriage, giving up on my feets' tiny dream of getting a seat. A screaming child and mother nabbed the last one. It's fine, I'm young, I have balance, I have good legs, that's what I've been told by some men anyway, so I'll be fine. I let the natural rattling of the tin can on rails rocke about as I hold onto the plastic  handle, but aforementioned child is managing to scream over my headphones. Gotta love London!! I count the numbers of stops the cart does before it skids to a stop . I wedge myself out of the doors, having to brute force my way past a deaf teenager with their music way too loud. I hop off the carriage and go to walk up the stairs out the  platform to get a coffee and my next train. I trot off the stairs and-

Oh.

Oh.

I saw auburn tufts bobbing slightly infront of me, half covered by orange headphones and a brown ish  coloured beanie.
Oh.

My auburn tufts? Well, they aren't really mine anymore. Haven't been for about a month, begrudgingly...Still- you get what I mean. The universe has a sense of humour today...real nice one. Maybe this is my karma for whatever messed up shit I say to Jake....i have been getting a bit too creative with my insults lately....but fuck...is it him?
It might not even be him.
HIW many people have auburn hair?? Lots. It's common....ish.
However..
How many people have auburn hair, AND orange beats wireless headphones AND a beanie? A handful...probably...the only way to tell it's him is...

Oh.
The beauty mark next to his mouth and left eye that I just got a wonderfully nostalgic and soul crushing, heart breaking  view of as my target props his back up against the wall to check his phone.

Do I follow him?
The subway was really early, so...technically if I follow him I won't be late yet..
No
Don't be a creep , you creep.
It's over.

But is it? It's never over with us I feel...

Stop it.
This is bad.
This is bad , this is terrible..
I tell myself that as I pivot away from my normal coffee shop and towards the one someone infront of me is going to...no one in particular...

This is killing me
I'm killing my self really...why didn't I just get coffee from my Costa shop where they know em...instead of stupid 'Black sheep coffee'
Ohhh he thinks he's so cool and hippy for getting expensive fancy coffee in a minimalistic to go cup. I think all of this kind you, while I linger behind a few people, glancing at the person three people infront of me in the line for black sheep coffee who no doubt orders something too sweet for anyone else's senses, and a pretzel. Yep, there you go.

I need a life.
No. Scrap that.

I need an ex that isn't so addictive.

Feeling like too big of a creep, I feel like I had to leave the room, and I make the walk of shame to Costa and get my usual order...because. I have to keep telling myself that it's just another day. Another day of him living his life. The life he chose, the life you both chose, the life you both decided would be best, amicably...
I repeat that to myself as I walk down to my platform and oh! Whoop de fuckjng doo!! Guess who's taking the alternative route to his work today! His primary line was always unpredictably shit.

There he is, in all his glory, scrolling in his phone as he waits for my London Underground bus to get here.  Here he is, sipping away in his stupid coffee in his stupid red scarf and with his stupid corduroy backpack.
Still with...oh...still with the pins I got him on....oh...

It's just another day, forget it, pretend that he's just another guy!
Just another guy on the train.

After a bumpy, uncomfortable ride in the underground they consisted of lots unreciprocated glares , some stares  of longing and a few subtle coughs of trying(and failing)  to get auburn haired beanstalks' attentions. His stop is called and he hops off. Unaware I was even there.

He got away.
Again.

Word count: 1035 words!!

Yayayaya c
This was a very obvious take on the subway by Chappell roan because j read some of starlightyuzu 's music oneshots , high is an amazing hook btw , the fray one is my fav because I LOVE THE FRAY!!!! I wanted to try my take on it, so I did and I loved it!!!
and pulling lyrics from the song was cute.
I might do a ptv one next?? Though that might get a bit personal because there songs break my heart.

Was originally gonna do Lukey pooky spotting Zander because he's the number one yearner...but I like jealous , petty , not fully over but won't admit it Zander, and own of the Lyrics being 'beauty mark next to your mouth' felt wayyyy to fitting for my boy.

Also I love Zander and j think I encapsulated his sass in this