Fits Like Ass On Bucket || Rindou x Reader

1 • coffee

You woke up way earlier than your alarm. Tears brimming your eyes and sweat dripping from your forehead. The dream you had plaguing your mind as you lay there.

Sitting up you stare around your room. The orphanage room you lived in, or live in. The dream you had was only one of the many you get but it was definitely a more detailed one. You never saw the end of your dreams until now and it makes you wonder if it means that soon enough you won't be able to change your future.

Even though you could stay in bed some more you decided against it, walking to the bathroom with hurried steps. You walked in only to stare at yourself in the mirror. With a deep breath you muster up your voice.

"You're [L/N] [F/N] and you're alive and well. The future can be altered, you know that."

Having the ability to see the future had gotten you into loads of trouble in the past but ever since you started maturing and realizing things about the people around you it got less and less. Younger you would flaunt her ability to the other kids, often ending up with you getting beaten and bullied by them. Nowadays you keep it to yourself even though the dream about the future are slowly ripping at your mental stability.

Your previous dream consisted of small snippets of your future, this one had shown you how it would end. 23 isn't so far away, you should probably start looking for a different way of life soon. With only seven years left until that future will come true you needed to start changing up things as fast as possible. Maybe drop out of school and start working now will do the trick since future you had struggled with getting a stable employment.

Dropping out at 16 in first grade of highschool was usually frowned upon but if it kept you alive for a little longer it was worth the gossip.

You ended up not going to school that day or the day after, or the weeks after that. When the workers asked about it you waved them off, telling them you're looking for a job.

Two months of looking and applying got you multiple rejections as well as an unhealthy coffee addiction. You stayed up at night looking for jobs and writing your applications. Everyone said you're too young or lack experience. It made you angry. How are you supposed to gather experience if nobody will grant you the opportunity. Stupid adults, all of them. You cursed these people in your mind all day long after that.

Luckily after another few days you got an interview at a tattoo parlor. The guy wanted you to start working as an apprentice to help him out as he was working there all alone.

Tattooist wasn't your dream job but you have hope to get a better future out of it.

You start working right away, learning how to draw and how to use the machine. Of course it would take a while until you'd be able to tattoo on actual people but helping out in the parlor was good enough for you.

The months flew by and so far your dreams have not revealed if you end up dead at 23 or not. You saw yourself continuing your work and developing your own personal style. You had loads of customers by the time you turned 25 but it was still unclear if this path ends up being the best one.

So you continued. Day by day you would get into work and help out while also learning how to tattoo. Your boss is a nice guy, he lives above the shop together with his boyfriend who works at a library and you two get along well. He invites you to lunch or dinner every now and then and you end up gaining your first friend in the form of your employer. It feels great finally being able to live a relatively normal teenage life. Fuck the kids from school, your boss is much cooler as a friend than they ever could be. Hell he even brought cake to work on your birthday. He closed the parlor early and brought you up into his apartment where his boyfriend was waiting with small gifts.