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maljic · 4 years

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i have been working in the grocery industry practically my entire life. for many companies, and in many many positions. i’ve seen hurricane panic buys, i have seen post hurricane apocalypses, i have closed stores, and i have opened stores. i have been to backroom recoveries, i have worked small stores and big stores. i have seen h1n1, and i have now seen covid19. and even tho this is something unprecedented, all together it’s really not. the difference here is that it’s been going on for three weeks now and there is no end in sight. the duration is what’s so new.

so i’ve started making notes every day after i got home. just the overall experience, but also customer comments and new things being implemented. it’s a fascination change, and i wanted to write it down to maybe sometime in the future come back to this time and remember anew.

i plan on keeping notes for the foreseeable future, to keep writing a diary of sorts, to see if this ever levels out or escalates even more, if things change drastically or not at all. and if the fucking toilet paper situation ever goes away.

things started to change the first week of march. it was super subtle, i didn’t even notice it at first. it was just a steady increase in business. a solid 20% ahead in sales all across the board. and even tho the virus was already in the news it didn’t cotton on right from the start. or it did, maybe, but i wasn’t expecting it to escalate to such heights.

tuesday, 03.10.2020 9am - 5pm

people are making their own hand sanitizer by mixing rubbing alcohol and aloe vera. we’re out of both. lady is asking me by the sun tan section about the state of deliveries of aloe vera gel. we get to talking. i admit that i don’t understand the people’s need for hand sanitizer since the cdc and every doctor ever recommends hand washing first and foremost. Susan comes out and says, ‘well the only thing that really can safe us from all this is...” and i retort with, “washing your hands, right?” but Susan claps back with, “the lord jesus christ.” and i had to excuse myself real quick and leave her ass on the aisle, because why are you fucking here then trying to potion together your own hand sanitizer, Severus, if all you need is god?

a grown woman that’s working at the register is. coughing. non. stop. co workers comment on it to each other and to me, and i wonder if anyone has taken her aside to explain the current state of world events to her, and maybe asking her to cover her damn mouth. we’re all gonna die.

thursday, 03.12.2020 2pm - 10pm 11pm

parking is an absolute nightmare. i’m 10 mins late cause i can’t find a spot. welcome to hell. i ask my boss what the sales were yesterday and she says we’re 40% ahead of the forecast. which is ridiculous. at this point it’s pretty much a blanket permission for over time. we do not have the capacity to continue to run at this pace. people get worn out, we’re bound to get sick, and the customers are fucking relentless. truck is big. Karen and her brother Chad look at the soap section and wanna know when we get more hand sanitizer in.

this lady is looking at things in the cold and flu section and we get to talking about shit and she mentions something she’s read on facebook and whoops my filter went poofgone and i tell her that i hope facebook dies along with all this corona virus flu and have a good evening.

at the end of my shift after we’ve finished stocking and cleaning up, i stay longer because there’s still a fuck ton of people in the store but we only have two registers open. i check people out until 11 and then peace out. one dude dropped $650 on groceries.

friday, 03.13.2020 11am - 7pm

“where is the hand sanitizer?” Karen asks. i refrain from shouting at her to get outta my face. the store is absolutely packed. lines of lengths i haven’t ever witnessed. lines and lines of people with full bascarts of stuff. the end is nigh and we are here with a front row view of it. we have a small parking lot, and i have no idea where these people’s cars are? i didnt know we could fit that many people in the store. whats the fire marshall’s max capacity guidelines? someone should review those. meanwhile i’m trying to navigate around everybody and put things on shelves that don’t last very long.

the grocery truck arrives around 3 ish and paper products get thrown out first. usually, when the truck arrives it stays locked until the night crew shows up. we’re set up to always have a trailer at the store, so when the guy shows up he unhitches his trailer, and hitches up under another trailer which was the previous day’s grocery truck, which got emptied off groceries when the night crew stocks, and then got filled with stacks of empty pallets, paper bales, and other reusable thinks like plastic trays the meat comes in, or the eggs come in, or produce plastic trays, things like that. so now that we’re in the apocalypse of paper products, the day crew gets those pallets out on the sales floor asap. at this point we have reduced the quantities of things you’re allowed to take to 3. 3 packs of toilet paper, 3 packs of paper towels... also 3 of lysol wipes and 3 of hand sanitizers even tho we dont have any, calm down, Karen. paper products are gone within an hour.

my company makes an absolute killing that day.

saturday, 03.14.2020 10ish to whenever.

my boss said she was coming in (on her off day) so i said yo, mind if i sleep in a bit? i was scheduled 7am and if i don’t have to i don’t want to. she said ok. i rock up at 10:08. things stop showing up on deliveries. the diaper area is sad looking. people have started to buy us out of baby wipes. there’s a problem coming at us in about 2 months. you cant flush baby wipes but since the toilet paper situation is what it is, people will wipe their butts with wet wipes. have fun with that, dallas county utility department (or whoever messes with the water wastes).

displays are dwindling. we are not getting product, so we are filling the shelves in the aisles with the stuff that’s on displays. it’s a bit wonky looking. there’s half an endcap with shampoo and then the rest of it is filled with hersheys. its upside down world. but we have to keep things full. with whatever. empty shelves are bad bad bad, but empty endcaps are a cardinal sin.

people waste so much food when they’re shopping. now that the shelves are getting and staying empty, people will just put things everywhere when they decide against buying the items. bags of chips, six packs of beer, gatorade whatever. that’s not really waste. but we also see bags of salad, frozen items, meats. we are currently not in the position to walk the store every half hour and collect these things. these things are all now wasted and will get thrown out. not the chips, i’m talking about the temp controlled things. being cold to the touch is not enough. shit aint safe.

monday, 03.16.2020 8am - 4 pm 6pm

truck is gigantic. never ever have i seen a truck that big. so everything that my boss was fantasizing about me doing gets thrown out the window when the truck hits the backdoor at 11 am. everybody who is scheduled for truck is given the option to come in early. and stay until it’s all stocked. or until you’re exhausted. i help with the pharmacy stuff because that’s the biggest part. i stay until 6pm. then i’m out.

people would like to know where the hand sanitizer is, well, sugar, so. do. i. it’s the one item that has been out since the end of february, and people are absolutely gob smacked when you tell them it’s currently unavailable. i try to appease them with some hand soap, but, stupidly, people dont want to hear that. i’m thinking to myself that in about a week soap will also be unavailable, but to each their own. customers believe that we, the workers, know the exact day and time when lysol wipes will be stocked. but when you tell them that soap is getting scarce they look at you like you’re speaking a different language.

company wide, we are not allowed to order anything right now. which is huge. how it usually works is: our system knows at all times how many items we have in the store, as per bar code, and knows how much will fit on the shelves, how much we’re selling every day/hour, and then there’s the forecasting factor. so the system will order stuff based on sold quantities, automatically. all the time. if we need extra stuff for sales and/or displays and whatnot, we order extra.

the computer system wouldnt know, for instance, that there was a tornado in oct that wiped out our electricity and that of most of our customers, so we changed orders to reflect that. no frozen things, lots more batteries, ice, coolers.

a lot of things ride on added orders, which are now out

from here on in, everything is up to the system, and to the powers that be. if there’s soap in the warehouse, we will get allocated with every store in the area so that everyone gets equal amounts or close to. hoarding is, apparently, frowned upon at this level too.

tuesday, 03.17.2020 2pm - 10pm

i have come to hate the soap aisle. used to always be my favorite. so long, soap aisle, we’ve had a good run. tonight i’m stocking the pharmacy area (cold and flu, pain meds, tummy stuff, those sort of things). truck is small. super small. i try helping customers as much as i can, but most of my end of the conversation is no, sorry, we dont have any. backstocks are dwindling. the backroom is emptying out. we rely on truck deliveries for things to do and products to be put out. “do you have any [insert product here] in the back?” is the most asked questions. “there’s nothing in the back.” is the most uttered sentence all day.

people obviously do to not get what social distance means. every aisle is packed with shoppers. i’m wasting a lot of time trying to stay out of people’s paths, but people lingeeeerrrrr what the fuck. the mayor of dallas shut everything down to flatten the curve yet here all these fuckers are doing their god damn grocery shopping like it’s 3 months ago. get in, get stuff, get out. i try conjuring up some gas to clear the aisle, but the farts won’t come

go home, people. i wish i could.

somehow our store has become the hub in our area. we get trucks in the afternoon with produce and meat, and people from other stores around us show up in trucks and suvs to transport product between stores. i’ve seen so many people that i hadn’t seen in years because they’re coming by getting shit in the afternoon.

we lost one of our baristas. she’s retired but works with us the maximal allotted hours per week the government allows you before they yank your money. she’s living in senior housing (cause its cheap) and they’ve completely locked down and she is unable to come to work. her boss funnels her groceries. and they face time a lot. she’s doing ok.

wednesday, 03.18.2020 10am - 6pm

parking lot semi full, too full for a wednesday. toilet paper situation is unchanged. but alas there’s no grocery truck scheduled tonight so this is not changing until tomorrow. i’m talking to three separate people desperate for some toilet roll (lol, i love how this pandemic makes me learn new terms, hi, united kingdom, i see you - toilet roll, i love it). anyways, i explain to all three the truck schedule and how to best strategize to get some butt wipes: truck is 6 days a week, wednesday being the no truck day. when the truck arrives, usually what happens is that the paper products get stocked immediately, to make room in the back room and to alleviate the situations. be in the store at around 3ish? 3:30ish, and hang out. i explain that i don’t want to encourage anybody to spend their afternoon in the store for obvi reasons, but when you gotta go you gotta go. alternately, hang out in your car, and when you see a truck pull behind the store around mid day, chances are in about 30 mins you shall have paper. people appreciate the info.

i’m in the candy aisle trying to stock a case of twizzlers. we’re using shopping carts to stock, it’s way more flexible than lugging around huge stocking carts, especially now with the store being so crowded. this dude rocks up and asks me if i’m panic hoarding with all those boxes in my cart. he looks at me with a straight face and thinks he’s making a point. meanwhile i’m in full uniform and people around are starting to roll their eyes. i drop the box of twizzlers into my cart (its super heavy and dude is creating a scene). my box cutter comes out and i make a show of clicking the blade out while explaining to douche canoodle that i’m working here, excuse me, and cut into the tape of the box. moron.

there’s a few people that i’ve seen every day this week. and they’re all advanced in their age. i get that the store is your second home cause you’re lonely, but right now is really not the time. go home.

the question i hate the most is: when are you gonna get more soap in. the honest answer? no fucking clue, Karen. if i could predict the future i wouldn’t be working here.

thursday, 03.19.2020 10am - 6pm

there was no grocery truck last night so shelves are still as empty as they were when i left last night. still, parking lot is semi full. we’ve seem to have gotten a decent produce truck, bananas everywhere. great. my boss’s plan for me is to: whatever truck is back there, and then easter. which means i walk the back room, collect anything and everything that belongs to our department, and get it on the shelves. there’s nothing back there except a chocolate delivery which arrived on the dairy truck. a huge amount, by normal standards. at least people are still enjoying some candy.

by 3pm it’s made the rounds that one of the guys for our dept isn’t coming in: allergies. okay then. truck is not too big, i help out with that until it’s time to hit the time clock.

times are tough, and i’m a good-natured person that can dish out jokes and emphasize with you and cumbaja we’re all in this together and all the other bullshit we’re telling ourselves to make us feel better. but when dudebro comes down the soap aisle and bemoans the state of the shelves (empty) and then goes into a rant about his two parents, immunocompromised, at home, out of soap, almost getting loud and making it seem like its my fault that we don’t have what you want, then no. i’m all out of fucks to give. meanwhile, people of the free world, have you forgotten that hand washing soap does not only come in little pump bottles that you can cutsify your sink with but also LOOK AT ALL THE BARSOAP, back in the days we used that to wash our hands. calm down and take some irish spring to your parents.

grocery truck arrives. big time. in the good ole days of yester year we would get one trailer daily, most of the time not even full. we’ve been ramping it up to 2 most of the last two weeks. (and by we i mean we as a society, buying everything on the shelves and not being satisfied and always wanting more). today it was three. one of which with nothing but water. the others with lots of toilet roll and paper towels. and the usual stuff of canned goods and the likes. nothing will last tho, nothing is forever.

we have this one guy who works here who has, i believe, severe arthritis and is hygiene wise very challenged. he isn’t very mobile and does super light duty but he’s worked here a long time. i haven’t seen him in a few days. i wonder if he is just off, or if he said fuck it and stayed home.

the grown ass woman at the register is still coughing. and not covering her mouth. asswipe.

saturday 03.21.2020 7am - 3pm 6pm

“when do you expect more hand sanitizer in?”

i have no idea what you’re talking about, hand sanitizer was never a thing. lemme ask you this: is it berenstein bears where you come from?

people still want to shop brand loyal. i die inside a little bit every time someone turns their nose up at an alternative to their regular, “oh but we don’t use that brand.” dude didn’t you just say you needed vitamin c? was that a lie? here’s the damn vitamin c. it’s vitamin c, not, i don’t know, fucking coca cola. go home.

corporate finally came down and said we’re allowed to wear ppe now. like some of us haven’t since three weeks ago. i finally turned and went all ‘two by two hands of blue’ as well, and it’s really not as bothersome as i thought it would be.

weekends are now slower than weekdays. i have no idea why that is. and i’m not really sure if these past weekends have been slow, or just normal, and the weekdays are just crazy. i have lost all points of reference. it’s still busy. but is it the same busy it’s always been on a saturday and now we just have more checkers?

the company is desperately trying to hire more people. i don’t know if the new vigorous ad campaign is working yet? it’s a job, sure, especially in these times, but the starting pay is still barely above minimum wage so in any case people will collect unemployment which could still be more than they’d make working here i’m just saying.

the only real perk right now is that whoever works for a grocery store has first dibs on stuff. and if you believe we don’t have a “family and friends stash” in the back of all the items that are scarce then you don’t know how the world works. a friend of mine with health problems came to shop at our store today because we do have more stuff than what i’ve been hearing is going on in surrounding areas. and i was able to give her two cans of disinfectant wipes. another friend asked me if we had any loo roll, and they just came by my place to pick it up, cash on arrival.

we also extend (or well, i do extend) the stash to customers who always have been courteous. and believe me, after working in one location for a few years you know exactly who’s an asshole and who isn’t. we are essential, we are important, and we’ve been known that forever. we just never got treated like that. people are thankful that we’re working, that we’re doing our best (like if we could afford to just take two weeks off to self isolate, yeah right), and it’s good to finally walk the store with your head held high, to finally feel the appreciation. we are the kings of the toilet paper and it’s fucking fantastic.

the store manager (or the company, i’m not sure) bought lunch today for everybody. and there might be a texas rule of no gatherings of more than 10 people, but y’all should’ve seen the break room today at noon. we they feasted (i took two slices and went out back to enjoy) thanks for lunch, boss.

we still haven’t implemented “senior hours,” and i hate that.

hygiene challenged dude is back at work. so he just had his two days off.

monday 03.23.2020 12pm - 9pm

people keep insisting on shopping “normally” and it’s mind boggling. if you go to the store for 5 things or 50 things, it’s fine either way. but please make a list at home and roll with it. do not linger in aisles, do not pick up 3 different items and stand there to study the, i don’t know what the fuck, ingredients? country of origin? manufacturer? i have no earthly idea why you gotta look at a bottle of suave shampoo so intently and just. stay. there. reading it like its a new product on the market. go home.

people just waste so much freakin time in the store. they run into acquaintances and have to have a conversation right there when other customers have to walk around you. please stop, please please stop that. please. get in, get your stuff, and get out. if we dont have your fave available right now come back next week, it’s bound to be back unless it’s something like hand sanitizer or over the counter meds. please. go home.

the shopping pattern has changed. there’s all the action in the mornings now. tons of people, full parking lots, all in the morning. i understand it’s because people are under the impression everything gets restocked over night. which is half true. but whatever. i mean people shop all throughout the day and it’s still busy but the bulk is in the morning.

speaking of: senior hours finally!!! i’m stoked.

i feel like i’m getting fed up with customer questions so it’s usually short retorts and no eyes contact. one guy asked me where the aloe vera is and he asked very friendly and from a few feet away and i was sort of a dick to him. i felt bad immediately and rephrased my answer. yikes.

on the upside also, my work buddy was throwing water all day long. poor guy. he said something like 9 pallets of 24 packs. at one point they were replenishing a display and people grabbed water from the display instead of the pallet, and he was like, “you guys are killing me, man, please take it from the pallet and not the display. every pack you take from the pallet is a pack less i have to move.” a couple of dudes then took over stocking duty from him and threw the rest of the pallet to fill the display. how fucking nice. good eggs all around.

backroom looks like we got a crap ton of paper products. a crap ton. something like, i’m estimating, 12 pallets. so they’ve been staggering it throughout the afternoon but also kept lots in the back for senior hours tomorrow morning. it really looks like that part is getting almost back to normal. lmao fingers crossed.

no eggs tho, today. all gone.

hot shot trucks still show up in the afternoon with produce and meat. and other stores still come by to transfer stuff to their location.

company lunch today was from torchy’s taco. i abstained cause i had just eaten at home. but gatherings of 10 or more people had been had in the break room again. no idea if it was paid for by our company or if torchy’s was just getting rid of a bulk of their perishables.

some dude threw a fit about the limits on certain items. i think his beef was with water and how he’s seen someone take more than three. calm down, asshole.

tuesday 03.24.2020 10am - 5pm

it’s slow in the store. dallas county has a shelter in place ordinance right now and it’s just a slow and steady trickle of customers. the weather also has turned from grey and misty, to sunshine and 80ies. i hate it. i want my grey and misty back. and because it’s nice outside there’s a lot of people on walks and bike rides. there’s a trail behind the store and when i step out back i see people all the times. still keeping their social distance but people non the less.

we’ve finally got our hands on one of the people from the agency that has provided us with help. our girl is super nice and friendly and she works hard. i hope we’ll get to keep her in our department for however long theyre working with us. altogether there’s about 15-20 people in the store from the agency. they’re tasked with sacking groceries, cleaning shopping carts, cleaning shelves and helping to stock. it’s wonderful. they get paid $13, which is more than what you make starting out in the store.

it almost felt like it wasn’t a covid day. after what the covidiot in the wh said on monday, i was a bit unsure if non essentials would reopen (especially since the mayor just shut dallas down). it was weird. it seemed like customers stayed away because a) they went back to work or b) it’s too nice to grocery shop. but that’s prob only my stupid brain making things up.

there were two incidents, both of which weren’t covid related but needed security: a dude tried to walk out with two cases of beer (theft is a thing that happens in our store a lot) but somehow he had half the store chasing after him. i was outside taking my break when all the sudden this guy comes towards me with beer in each hand. where i was, there was no exit away from the store unless you wanted to jump the fence. and he sure did. launched himself and the beer over it. they chased him off (no one touched him, i wanna add, and no one would touch him too, even if we weren’t in the current time), but got their beer back. that was an adrenaline shock i didn’t need. the second one was a lady at the pharmacy not happy with the speed of the pharmacist and she got upset that her meds weren’t ready to be picked up. she made quite a scene with cursings and such so security was called. they are doing their best at the pharmacy but just like every other department they are swamped with prescriptions.

it was super slow and i left an hour early. went home and ate and passed out for 12 hours.

wednesday 03.25.2020 7am - 3pm

it’s probs the first time i’m on the road this early on a weekday during the self isolation period. it’s quite busy on the highway. but still no real traffic.

store is still slow but steady. i see a few customers with big bascarts and shopping lists going about their business urgent like. on the inside i was applauding their readiness and their commitment for getting it done. thank you dear customers. buy a whole cart and get the heck outta dodge. *chefs kiss*

help girl from the agency is with me today. i like her more and more. she gets it all done. baby wipes are still off and on, some days we have them, sometimes we’re out. we found 3 small cases of hand soap in the back (6 bottles each) and they are gone quickly. i’m working through shippers/displays (we’ve finally got a smattering in) but most of it goes straight to the shelves. i’m able to make some sense to one of the half shampoo/half hersheys end caps, and my eye finally stops twitching from the weirdness.

grocery truck schedule has changed and now we’re getting them also on wednesdays (for the time being). one trailer of toilet roll and paper towels, and one of canned goods and boxes and pantry stuffs. and maybe some lysol but who knows.

it’s still sunny and 80ies out, so more runners and bikers on the trail behind the store. still social distancing tho.

the news said someone from a grocery store of another chain was diagnosed. and then through the grapevine i heard that someone from our chain (not our store) also got diagnosed and is in the hospital. wash your hands. get in, get your stuff, and get out. stay safe out there.

friday 03.27.2020 9am - 5pm

there’s this lady in the store, little old lady, just wandering and shopping and whatnot for, i kid you not, 2 hours. what in the world? she’s wearing a mask, kinda like a “let me put this mask on cause i’m sanding something in the garage” you know that kind of mask. but it’s only covering her mouth? what is she doing. where is your family? do they know where you are and what you’re up to. seriously someone come get their auntie.

there’s stickers all over the floor by the registers “PLEASE WAIT HERE” reminding people to stay the heck away from each other. it’s working sometimes. people are patient.

this one lady asks me if we have this, and shows me her phone with a pic of the item like she is seriously standing 6 feet away stretching her arm as far as it’ll go. i appreciate it. she insists that the app tells her it’s in stock here. i ran out of ways to explain that the app doesnt keep up with inventory, only states that we carry it, not whether we actually have it in stock. it’s a surface disinfectant. we dont have it in stock.

rando people say their thanks that we’re working, that they appreciate it, thank you thank you. i have yet to learn how to respond to that. “youre welcome?” “oh sure!” “no problem” nothing feels right. me and my co workers all wish we could work from home, or take a few weeks off, without losing our jobs and benefits. it’s weird. how do you respond to that?

we’ve managed to stay in stock on toilet tissue all day long. one brand, one size, mind you. but! all day long! yes, toilet paper, on aisle 18!!!!

sales have leveled. business is returning to normal.

saturday 03.28.2020 7am - 3 pm

some lady lost her cool today and in her frustration she dead ass kicked over a display of gum. lmao, yikes.

every morning we have a little meeting in the store for all the department heads, or if they’re off, for whoever plays department head for that day. on saturdays that’s me. we call them huddles, although now we can’t call them that anymore because huddle doesn’t really scream social distancing. so now they’ll call it morning communication.

while walking the store today i found, get this, a bottle of purell. it was hidden behind other product. i immediately checked my surroundings (no one there) and then went and hid it in the back room. my immuno challenged friend had asked me for some for a while.

really nothing else going on. it was quiet in the morning and then a storm blew through, and then it was just gorgeous out. so the store got busier and busier. our truck was scheduled to be quite big, but it was late and i wasn’t gonna just hang around until who knows when.

monday 03.30.2020 2pm - 10pm

the break room is completely empty of chairs and tables. that’s new. just last week everyone crowded in, employees and management alike, whenever there was free lunch. and even tho one tells them, or points out that, hey, this is a bit more than technically should be in a closed space like this? all one gets back is, oh hahaha, yeah you’re probably right, but nothing changed. so now the break room is empty. only, i dont know, everyone here works on their feet, either standing (poor checkers) or standing and walking. for up to eight hours. there’s gonna be some people who will just have to sit down for 30 mins during their breaks. this was a company wide, or district wide decision, this wasn’t something our management came up with. and here’s the thing. admittedly, some higher ups in our company are seriously not the sharpest tacks in the box. and i’m not saying that you have to have a degree to make certain decisions, but it helps if you have some sort of, i don’t know, compassion, deductive reasoning, two brain cells to rub together. i, personally, will hardly be found in the break room, i don’t use it. but it’s absolutely clear to me that taking away the opportunity to let people rest is a recipe for disaster.

tuesday, 03.31.2020 2pm - 10pm

so, the owner of the dallas mavericks (basket ball) donated hand sanitizers to our company, for use of company employees. which, thanks, Mark, that was super sweet of you. no really. IF I SEE ONE CO WORKER USE THIS INSTEAD OF WASHING THEIR HANDS I WILL NOT BE MADE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS. wash your god damned hands people. hand sanitizer will never be able to do what soap and water can do. why is that such a big problem to understand.

the break room has a couple of chairs and tables in it now, and a sign on the door that reads “6 people limit, 6 feet apart.” yikes.

its the end of the month and people got paid so the store is getting busier. tomorrow is the first and i’m sure we’ll be packed. please take the following to heart: SHOP ALONE. don’t bring your wifey or hubby or roommate or kids. ok bring your kids if you have no one to watch them. do not use the grocery store as your family outing cause its the only spot you think youre allowed to go. it’s not. youre allowed to go for walks, in front of your house, in your neighborhood, heck, walk a circle around the store if you want, but don’t bring everybody into the store. social distancing is easier achieved if there’s less people to stay away from. be smart, think ahead. and if you think that shopping with two people makes it go faster? it’s not. cause you’re gonna argue over the choices made, you’re gonna veto your shopping buddies choice of beans and your gonna walk every aisle twice instead of once. and there will be more people touching more things and i could really do with less of that.

wednesday 04.01.2020 11am - 7pm

there’s a distillery in kansas who has converted their production to make hand sanitizer (or sanitizer in general) and we have received a shipment of, i think, two pallets. the fun part? they are the size and shape of vodka bottles.

they’re selling for $8 and we put a limit of 1 per family. they look super neat. it’s a plastic bottle, too. i don’t use hand sanitizer and i dont need it and there are people who need these i guess but i want one so badly. just as a, you know, reminder, a token, of these crazy times. i’m not gonna get one (but i kinda want one).

they have finally installed screens at the registers. and new rules came down from corporate: social distancing is the highest priority, hygiene is the highest priority. we are only going to operate 3 (out of 6) registers so that we can ensure that there’s enough space for everyone to feel safe. i have also spent 2 hours today thinning out displays that are cluttering up the sales floor so that we can encourage everyone to keep apart.

starting tomorrow, every employee will get their temp taken when they arrive to work. if the temp is too high you will be sent home (but paid for that day) and only be let back in to work if your temp stays normal for 72 hours without the help of meds.

pay has been increased by $2/h.

friday 04.03.2020 9am - 5pm

face masks everywhere.

like 80% of everybody started donning masks, scarves and homemade things to cover their lower face. face masks are a stark reminder that everyone should keep apart. it’s like an extra “hey, remember how we’re all potentially sick with something deadly? stay away.” i appreciate the effect it has.

there are about 5 different announcements over the PA, one about washing your hands and sneezing/coughing into your elbows, one about senior hours (which have changed now to tue, thu and sat morning), one about social distancing (about the length of two shopping carts!), one about “we’re all in this together” and one about us employees and how we’re doing so much more than our job right now.

ive stopped greeting customers. i smile maybe, since it’s something so ingrained into our brain, but i won’t speak unnecessarily.

the store is absolutely packed. the suggestion of staying away until the 3rd or the 4th that ive seen all over the internets seems to have cottoned on and now we’re slammed. with only 3 registers open now (to keep room between registers) the lines are down the aisles. one of the guys on the registers told me he loved it. it’s waaay less crowding around the registers, safer for the workers).

we have two entrances (the main one and a smaller one) and they closed the smaller one because it’s very tight there and doesn’t really work with trying to stay away from each other. it’s not locked, it’s just closed. no idea about the fire marshall code, but i have worked in bigger stores with only one main entrance so maybe it’s not part of any code.

i saw a woman with a vegas golden knights shirt and i miss hockey.

saturday 04.04.2020 7am - 5:30pm

my first day during senior hours, and admittedly we’ve only recently changed that but there are tons of people in the store and not a lot of seniors. but what do i know they all could be immunocompromised.

in our morning huddle communications meeting the store manager is spitting out a lot of numbers and percentiles and such, basically sales are still through the roof, even with the slower week we’ve had. it’s funny how there’s really no reference point anymore. forecasts and budgets have all been altered due to the situation but even those are still behind. the agency people aren’t with us anymore (since sunday) and i can see maybe 2 new people - but i’m not a reliable source for that because i don’t inter-mingle with other departments that much so i dont even know the regulars so i have no clue who is new. but we’re still running on basically the same people we’ve always had with this increased business.

aceotone is the new toilet paper. cant find it on the shelves, the warehouse is out and people are constantly asking for it. this one guy had me in stitches. he was shopping for the fam and had a list from his wife and you know, acetone, cuticle cream all the stuff you need to take care of your nails after you rip off the fake ones. i used to get my nails done so i gave him advice as best i could and pointed to some products, but no acetone. about five minutes later she finds me on the same aisle again and shows me a can of paint stripper with the word acetone in huge letters on it. i died. i told him that if his wife used that they are about to have a whole other set of problems. we both laughed. he had a great sense of humor. now go home, dude.

the side door that was closed on friday is open again. not surprised.

we are getting absolutely slammed with business. it’s a mad house. you can always tell when people start to park their cars on the fire lanes around the store. there’s just no more parking.

i do see a lot of single shoppers tho, which is so great. and then you got the families just sticking out like sore thumbs. and young college kids usually shop in threes or fours. but everybody is still taking way too much time. there was an article i read on local grocers and how some already reduced the people inside the stores and how every business is going to follow suit so we will see.

we ran out of eggs. and biscuits. and no significant numbers of paper products all week.

monday 04.06.2020 2pm - 10pm

fuck these customers, man

wednesday 04.08.2020 7am - 3pm

my company will not limit the customer count in the store. at least not in this state. when the whole thing started there was an email about store hours and they listed basically every division of our company and their changed hours - except, you guessed it, ours. i have a feeling they are going off of what other companies are doing around here, so unless theyre limiting people, we won’t. that’s my opinion. after work i realized i forgot butter and swung by a store (from a different company) close to home and they havent limited entrance either. they did have markings on the floor to encourage one way traffic down aisles, and i guess we’re gonna do that too. but nothing else. i did see smaller chains have started to limit people but not companies we’re competing with. so much for that. i guess first we need to have a few positive cases in order for them to change anything. the dollar speaks volumes, eh?

i saw this article a few days ago and i keep thinking about it. it basically sums up everything that’s going through all our minds every day. (i have no idea who this website is, i saw it and i read it and it spoke to me so dont come at me if it’s something weird - i just wanted to provide a source)

I manage a grocery store.

Here’s some things everyone should know

1. I don’t have toilet paper 2. I don’t have sanitizer 3. I run out of milk, eggs and meat daily 4. I promise if it’s out on the shelf … it’s not in a hidden corner of our backroom.

Those are the predictable ones, now for the real stuff

5. I have been doing this for 25 years I did not forget how to order product. 6. I did not cause the warehouse to be out of product/ 7. I schedule as much help as I have, including many workers working TONS of overtime to help YOU. 8. I am sorry there are lines at the check out lanes.

Now for the really important stuff:

9. My team puts themselves in harm’s way every day so you can buy groceries. 10. My team works tirelessly to get product on the floor for you to buy. 11. My team is exhausted. 12. My team is scared of getting sick. 13. My team is human and does not possess an antivirus… they are in just as much danger as you are. (Arguably more) but they show up to work every day just so you can buy groceries 14. My team is tired. 15. My team is very under-appreciated. 16. My team is exposed to more people who are potentially infected in one hour than most of you will in a week (medical community excluded, thank you for all that you do!). 17. My team is abused all day by customers who have no idea how ignorant they are. 18. My team disinfects every surface possible, everyday, just so you can come in grab a wipe from the dispenser, wipe the handle and throw the used wipe in the cart or on the ground and leave it there… so my team can throw it in the trash for you later. 19. My team wonders if you wash your re-usable bags, that you force us to touch, that are clearly dirty and have more germs on them than our shopping carts do. 20. My team more than earns their breaks, lunches and days off. And if that means you wait longer I am sorry.

The last thing I will say is this:

The next time you are in a grocery store, please pause and think about what you are saying and how you are treating the people you encounter. They are the reason you are able to buy toilet paper, sanitizer, milk, eggs, and meat.

If the store you go to is out of an item.. maybe find the neighbor or friend that bought enough for a year … there are hundreds of them… and ask them to spare 1 or 2. They caused the problem to begin with…

And lastly, please THANK the people who helped you. They don’t have to come to work!

#i dont know how to tag it i hate to tag it covid #i think it's gonna be #life in these pandemic times #thanks stumblingoverchaos

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i will tell u more....hes my best friend...his voice is soft and sleepy.... he thinks he knows what he is talking about.... he doesnt...its cute,,,so cute like inescapably cute!!! hes just the kinda guy you never stop thinking about, like the type of guy to come into your life and make sure u remember the mark left by him,,,,what the fuck am i saying,,,my brain is filled with loveworms!!! i cant take this anymore its time to listen to my taylor swift playlist *starts playing you are in love* i think im gonna cry because i AM in love but how long is it even gonna last, will i wake up and still feel the same love or is this just some 11pm illusion???? anyway. lots going on in my cerebral cortex rn

this is so cute i'm fucking speechless. in love with your love for him (whatever form it is). and don't worry about how long it will last, just embrace and revel in it how it's making you feel right now! if we measured the worth of a love (platonic, romantic, or any other kind) by how long it lasts, we would lose the true meaning of love. it doesn't have to be promised forever to be special. maybe it's fleeting, maybe it will last longer, but either way, it's worth giving yourself into it. but also i'm just spewing Words right now so please take it with a pinch of salt bghfjdk.

#taylor swift for yearning... yeah <3333 #krish*

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lourdesdominus · 4 years

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He carves out his own niche in every household: when I was little I remember it being the entry room off of the backyard where he'd store his tools or the 7x7 area of dirt outside my sisters and I bedroom, alongside the house where he planted tomatoes that didn't grow or died, I cant be sure which, only that it wasn't a successful garden. His environment is the house he grew up in and takes care of, the house he and my grandmother share and his personal area is in the garage, where there is a room, created by a wall my grandfather built to etch out privacy in a one-level residence that once housed 6 children. It is a long and narrow space, occupied by a serving table, once used for thanksgiving dinners with the extended family perhaps, given its length. At the end of this "room" is an inaccessible side door to the garage, not used anymore. Cluttered in front of it are filing cabinets and cobwebbed relics from my grandfather's basketball coaching days. It has the unkempt appearance of a forgotten storage space but is inhabited daily. Behind my dad's worn chair is a nondescript radio where he listens to KNBR 680 or KPFA, the latter being heard most often. Tacked up on a wall used as a bulletin board, are one or two papers of importance, a calendar with written reminders and a small picture of my deceased brother on a funerary memento. It is here where my black cat Quixote would keep company with my dad when he was young. If my dad was in the house he would curl up on the chair and if my dad were sitting in that room, Quixote would lay on the table in front of him instead. The house on Laurelei Avenue and especially the small room in the garage is where my father spends all his time. Its characteristics somewhat resemble my father. It is lived in, with rough qualities around the edges. Unassuming--there is no pretense in this room but spare touches of warmth can be noted. Almost all wood surfaced, including the table, the built wall and the foundation of the real garage, there is humanity and bare earth feeling to this place. Standing tall at 6 feet 6 inches, my dad is a lean, perhaps too slender Irish-Boheme of 56 years. Constant sustenance on both instant coffee and cigarettes yields him only 175 lbs. heavy. From constant exposure to the sun as a landscaper at Santa Clara University, the skin on his face has been rendered a tan, leathery countenance and he has dark arms and large, strong hands. He has pale blue eyes and hair that was once black is now streaked silver. Surprisingly, he never smells of cigarettes but maybe a little like sweat if he's been doing yard work. He has a stressed, slow limp in his gait. His left leg is everlastingly in pain due to an athletic injury when he was a teenager. Moreover, because of botched surgeries long ago it appears withered, raw. He looks rough-hewn more than polished because of his disregard for primping. He is a straight soap-and-water man. way of speech My father's speech, or speaking demeanor, provides at first impression the classic Californian casual delivery, a la Kris Kristofferson, which is distinctly personable and patient, yet presents the seasoned-veteran feel of a retired military officer from another era. The paradox here is that beyond his fashion of rough and weathered cordiality, over time its revealed that he possesses a genuine youthful excitement about life in various departments; speaking with the same fervor about politics, as he does about sports or literature. behavior He retains a calm collectedness and mild mannered disposition. He rises early every morning to be at work by 6am, comes home by 230pm, eats dinner around 6pm and goes to sleep about 11pm. He doesn't go out ever, only to run errands around the neighborhood he's known for so long; errands that usually revolve around general maintenance about the house, the truck, or food for dinner. The one exception is his driving to the city to visit with my sister and I, as we both reside here or to pal around with my uncle Pat who lives in the Sunset District with his family. In the evening, he will take in a couple episodes of Seinfeld or a Giants game in the front living room, where he sits back in a caramel colored leather chair, the seat not worn but indelibly sat-in. I don't know when this handsome seat came into the house but it's a permanent fixture 5 feet to the right of the television, with the fireplace at it's back. My dad, not one to sit for very long, moves back and forth between here and the garage, with only the laundry room separating the two. My dad is a chain-smoker who leaves the house to do so; his frequent breaks place him in the garage room quite often.

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The saga of a 32 year old woman seemingly perpetually stuck in a loophole of uncertainty and mental breakdowns. I Don’t Know What I’m Doing Here : Part One

I think the hardest thing about writing is the beginning. I remember in college hating writing essays. You’re introduction and 3 body paragraphs and a conclusion, pretty much making me say the same thing 3 different times in slightly different ways... and we wonder why women have a hard time communicating. Just try to listen to us the first time cause we get lost ourselves ok? So for this first installment on the “dromedy” ( drama & comedy ... did I do that right? fork it ) that is my life I will NOT be following a essay format but probably more of a ramble of the basics of my life. Cant throw you right into the wolves den of the present day, nay nay. First lets establish some rapport with the characters of this epic saga. Hopefully this can shed a small fraction of light into who I actually am so you can understand how I survived and ended up where I am. Strap in bitches, this aint The Magic School Bus! ( I will not object to Ms. Frizzle taking over the bus driving responsibilities if anyone has her contact info help a girl out. )

December 6th 1988. Twas a Tuesday in Nashua NH. I dont think it was snowing, I dont remember. Everything was as planned as it could be. A slender yet very pregnant 32 year old woman climbs into a car and waves at her dad as they drive down the street, him filming the entire ordeal from the second she woke up until much much later in the day when everyone was overjoyed and exhausted. She gets to the labor and delivery department at Nashua Memorial ready for the epidural and C-section she knew was coming because her baby was flipped around and making things complicate. Even before that small person took its first breath of worldly air, it was already showing its defiance at doing things the “right way”. The room was all ready to go and the doctor was too. At 1:11pm she gave birth to what everyone believed was going to be a happy healthy perfect little boy, but nay nay. While the doctor shouted to the hazey doped up woman “We have a boy!!” his wife who was a nurse immediately chimed in “NOPE! It’s a girl!!”. And to everyone surprise, I was born. My mom had picked out the name Jackson for me since literally everyone thought she was having a boy. Back in the 80s you didn't do ultrasounds at the obgyn unless they believed something was wrong. So there was no gender reveal until the child reviled it. Took my mother DAYS to figure out my name. Once she finally did, I think 6 or 7 other Caitlins were born in that hospital that same week. Never met a one of em.

So here I am, all fresh to the world. I don't know the joys or heartaches that I'm about to face, no one does. All they can think about is how amazing I am in that moment. And Im sure I was. I know that feeling of love. That feeling of wanting them to have the best, everything you didn't but in all the best ways, and protect them from the things you have had that you know one day they will have to face too. Here’s the thing about the human condition, we are selfish even in ways we dont see and aren't meant to harm anyone. We want to bring a child into this state of being not knowing what that child might have to deal with once they accept they are someone on this earth that will have to create their world for themselves one day. Its not the parents fault, nor the childs. There are countless numbers of people who feel as if they simply hadn't been born, certain suffering would never have happened, and that it can be next to impossible to find a light in that void, no matter how much they want it or how hard they try. That fresh, new face will only last for so long. Those gray blind eyes will soon heighten their pigment and clarity to the comings and goings that happen around them. The feeling of safety and security in who you are because you have your parents to guide you becomes fleeting once you start to discover who you REALLY are. Some enjoy the process, some do not. Some need help while others do the helping. Everyone's path is unique and solely their own. Just because it works for you don't mean it would work for him, or her, or your doggo, whatever. And that's ok.

And then there’s some of us, like me, who is a giant proverbial moose who doesn't know how to walk yet none the less stand up straight, looking at life through what feels like a fisheye lens, with a broken mute button to the annoying cunt in your head who’s either lying to you or is 100000% correct and you refuse to listen, all while sitting alone in our rooms saying to ourselves -

I don't know what I'm doing here.

**i want to say this before i go - this is not for you, its for me. at times it will sound selfish and like im whining and i probably am, and thats ok. i need this outlet. throughout this im hoping to discover and see things in myself i can work on and things i should be prouder of, this is not a pity party. and even if it was, who gives a hoot.. i dont expect anyone to stumble across this but if you dont and you having the compelling urge to say something to me, in any negative way, please dont. words are the most powerful thing we have as humans. it can tear things down to nothing or it can build and create something beautiful. please just be kind to one another, the worlds kinda shitty right now**

#mental health #alone #life #i dont know what im doing here

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are you a morning or night person? last movie you saw in theaters? a book you love? cherries or blueberries? any pet peeves? anything on netflix you'd recommend to someone (me) who's been scrolling on there for the past two hours? one thing you would like to experience/see for yourself if you could go back in time?

oh u def snapped with this one huh 🙂 its gonna be complicated lmao

1 during my whole life i was sure im a night person and i had proofs bUT recently i tried to go to sleep at 11pm and wake up at 7 am and it worked for three weeks and then i fucked up and since then i didnt try this again so now im not even sure.......i still feel like im a night person but at the same time i think if i can use healthy sleeping schedule i can adapt?? idk man 😔 told ya its gonna be complicated lmao

2 HUH IN THEATERS I DONT EVEN REMEMBER WHEN WAS IT oh no i remember it was ‘little women’ whjssjddj

3 mmm i dont have one :o ngl tho hp will always be special to me but i read different stuff but there werent like SUCH SHAJSHDJJD BOOKS THAT WOUDL HAVE ME BEING OBSESSED i dont even remember at this point but yo old detectives? ill read anything and will love it

4 ehhhh i eat both but rn id say blueberries cuz its more comfy to eat them and they r sweeter lmao

5 another weird word in english,,,, like blowing raspberries or daddy long legs lmao if i understood it right its about sth that annoys me? 👀 well its def related to society the lack of empathy for example the ignorance the narrow mindness (when its persons choice like they know u better adapt in 2020 cuz u cant change some things but no bitch ill be an annoying asshole and whine how everything is wrong and ppl r weird and bad like u know those who live with those old stereotypes etc) and all that stubborn shit too this lil need to say sth when literally no one asks like they could just ignore and move on its such a minor thing but no,,, (im talking about specific type of ppl i saw on the internet) cuz they think only their opinion is superior and it will be very hypocritical of me to say but hypocrisy too lol bUT we all r a lil bit like this as well so whatever right i annoy myself too sometimes

no ok lets fucking get it i dont like and it annoys me how some parts of society romanticize dickhead behaviour bad bitch behaviour cynical behaviour etc and think that they have this power to cancel other ppl and send shit to them like those arent human beings and dont have feelings ??? and like those cant change and become better versions of themselves after some time ??? and I THINK SOCIETY STOPPED THE RESPECTING ACTIVITY AND IT SADDENS ME TOO no matter how different their opinion is,,, i wonder if their friends had different from theirs opinion would they also be this inhuman?? yes im talking about nowadays twt and the rest of social medias daily life i dont understand since when its okay who told them its okay im not saying this is how everyone is but this is a tendency that annoys me i was sure that in 2020 the year of mental health and human feelings appreciation things would be different but no,,, ok i get it stress there is stress there is a lot of shit in the world rn but pour all ur inner shit onto other ppl????? nope there r also other more healthy ways to deal with negativity 😔 and assumptions annoy me too uwu

ok no it can get even longer i better not continue :)

6 im so bad at finding new stuff to watch that im rewatching friends on netflix again 😭 👉👈 sorry i couldnt help here

7 hm u kno i really love 21st century its pretty civilized and all these cute technologies and the whole improvement everywhere in every field too not saying its f l a w l e s s but hello its def better than in any other century or way before centuries were created dhsjdjd its only my opinion tho ofc,,, i just really love the time im living in

but the only thing id look at from the past (and id just love to see it from distance and be back here again) i would look at how the earth was when there was one continent lol OR WAIT 👀 id love to look at how universe was created from distance 😎 wanna check that big bang theory or whatever theory there also is and this is bc plz according to everything i read or heard about things were way more fucked up and i wouldnt be able to cope even by watching lmao

thank u for this it was fun 🥺 thank u for not making me look like a flop 🥺 and yeah i cant answer things normally

#ask #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#im thankful #for this long nice ask 🥺#u keep being this cute sweetheart 🥺#whenever i see u

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End To Start | haechan

genre: romance,angst

warnings:cursing,mentions of drugs

word count:1,6k

requested by: @ki-aechan

song: End To Start by Nct 127

Who knows that a single person can change you and your future to the point you really actually change and find yourself again?

/ I know there is no point if it stops even in the dark/

There is this boy Haechan you always had a crush on.You never told him of course and the reason is obvious – he was lee heachan, the boy every single girl wants and dreams about and you were nothing more than another girl in an ocean of highschoolers.

But Haechan had his dark side and little did you know.He was addicted .He smoked every single day and it was getting worse as the time passed, he couldn’t think about anything else, there was just too much going on. The scandals in his family, the pressure of being famous at school ,the grades and the fact that haechan had nobody. Sure he had his “friends” at school but most of them just wanted to hang out with him just because he was famous. His real friends live in another town far away from him and he always thought about leaving the hellhole he lived in and go and be free and happy with the people he really loves.

But for now he couldnt do it. He cannot let his friends to see him like this. Smooking joint every single night and wasting his money on weed, he just couldn’t. And the worst is that he had nobody to talk to.not a single soul.

/gotta end it tonight/

One night you are invited to a party of a classmate and haechan is there. of course he is there. The whole night you observed him and you see the emptiness in his eyes and how he pretended to have fun . suddenly he looks at you and you freeze . the whole eye contact sends you hot waves and you feel his gaze burning you inside out. he looks away and not long after he leaves,looking at you one last time before he shuts the door.

You dont know why but you felt this as a sign to follow him. You tell your friends that you have to go and when you are outside the house you take a deep breath and you start looking around for haechan.

‘stalker much,huh?” you turn and see him smoking next to his car.

“you smoke?” then you smell something disgusting and realize this is not a regular cigarette “oh my god” you take the thing out of his hand and throw it on the ground,stepping over it.

“WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS EXPENSIVE “ he shouted

“ YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS EXPENSIVE- YOUR HEALTH” you pause for a second “ you cant just smoke weed on the street”

‘’I don’t see something stopping me besides that who are you to tell me what to do” you stay silent ‘’see it yourself, I don’t even know you”

“ you cant just smoke it heachan , this is destroying you and your body” you whisper

“ have I asked you to take care of me,hmm I don’t remember , so don’t mess with me” he says as he lits up another cigarette and enters his car, driving away from you.

In the next few weeks you barely see heachan at school. He looks so different , so dark and silent ,no one has ever seen him like this,he was cold to everyone and he was empty as if the whole world has gone bad and dark and you just couldn’t handle looking at him being a mess, you had to do something.So you did.

One day after school you go to your secret place on the last floor in the school,there is an old art classroom where nobody goes and this is the place when you often go when you want to be alone.When you are about to enter the room you hear that somebody is talking on the phone inside.

“-yeah im okay, im doing really fine,no I stopped playing soccer , I don’t know man, I just don’t feel it anymore,no I don’t workout too”he pauses for a moment” what I ate last,umm you know man I don’t remember but im fine like really fine but I miss you guys I miss you a lot,all of you I promise soon I will visit you,okay bye man,love you” you know who this is,there is no way you couldn’t recognize this voice.but he lied,he isn’t fine , he is a mess and somebody has to help him.

“so you still stalking me or what?’ you see heachan on the door he just opened.

“ I am not stalking you,this is my secret place I come every time I am s-“

“ no way this is my secret place,the only place in the fucking school where I can be alone”” he says and you feel the sadness in his voice.

Eventually he lets you inside and you both sit in silence as he lits up a cigarette.

“since when you started smoking?”

“since when you care?”

ouch,you didn’t expect that.

“ I asked first “ you said,hopping he will finally answer.

“ I asked second” he looks at you smirking and you sigh in disappointment.’’ A year and a half”

You look at him “huh?”

“its been a year and a half since I started smoking,that’s what I said” he sends you a dark look but that’s what you wanted to hear.

“good you answered” now its your time to smirk “ Now,why do you smoke?”

“you think im gonna answer?”

“ yes you are”

“someone’s confident,huh?”

Lie,big fat lie, if you gotta be honest right now you are shaking,talking to him like this but you had to.’

“look I am depressed, 9 years ago when me and my parents moved in here, I left all my friends in my old town and its been 9 years since I last saw them,I miss them like crazy and right now im stuck in this town,this hellhole I have nobody here and my parents wont stop shouting at each other and im just done with everyone and everything,I just don’t fucking care anymore” he pauses to smoke “ you happy now, go and tell everyone so they can laugh at me,what are you waiting for?”

You just stand there,frozen so this is all he hides behind his smile and cool personality. this is what makes him smoke in the late hours in the night.this is what makes him go crazy. this is it.

“Im sor-“

“don’t , do not say it” he looked at you with his sad,red eyes. Now they arent’t empty, they are full of hidden emotions .

Since this day you and heachan became friends. He still smoked but at least he felt a bit better but you found yourself falling more and more for him and the more time you spent with him the more you had to hide your emotions.

One night around 11pm you are ready to fall asleep when you hear a knock at your window , you stand up and see haechan sitting on the tree next to your window.

/ a voice that will reach you wherever you are/

“what the hell are you doing here?” you say,opening your window to let him inside.

“ my parents are shouting the fuck out at each other again and I didn’t want to listen again and the only place I could go is here”

“im happy you came” you say as you both sit on your bed

“me too” he says almost like a whisper but loud enough for you to hear it . he looks up to you with his beautiful eyes.” You know since we started talking Ive been smoking less,I just don’t feel the need to smoke when I can talk to you about,hm, about everything to be honest”

You coudnt believe your eyes, he really just told you this.

‘’im so happy to hear this haechan,im really so happy for you”

“none of this would have happened if you didn’t stalked me so its your fault , I guess” he says placing his usual smirk on his face

“ I didn’t stalk you,oh my god haechan!” you say both of you laughing.

/dance on the surface to draw and draw and dance all night/

He looks at you with his smile fading and his face becoming serious.” y/n I think I like you” he says all of a sudden. You look at him with wide eyes not believing what you just heard “I know, I know it sounds crazy but anybody has never showed that they care so much about me and the fact that ive been clean for a week shows me that I don’t need weed to get high and forget all my problems for hour or two, the only thing I really need is you and I know it still sounds crazy but I realy really like you you,y/n, I really do.”

/ a scene that openes in front of you when night ends,yes I see/

You were on the verge of crying.” I like you too heachan, Ive always liked you” he looks with eyes full of hope no longer empty and kisses you. A kiss that was way long awaited from both of you and finally happened. When you parted your lips he whispered. “I will quit smoking, I promise” then he pauses “I will do anything to have you,y/n and im not joking’” then he kisses you again.

/ gotta end it tonight to start again,ready for a new flight/

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mare-sanguis · 5 years

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Monty x Winston part 9

"Lets go home now. The weathers going crazy- well fitted for our mood at the moment.

Scott said, opening his umbrella.

They walked down the street, silence following them.

"You know..." Scott said, glancing a look at him.

"No wonder he was so into you and wanted you near him."

"What do you mean?"

"Well- you're well spoken, friendly... very loyal, dont joke around when its serious. You're handsome.

Winston raised an eyebrow.

"Are you trying to hit me up?"

"What?" Scott said, laughing.

"No. I'm not into guys" he said, whispering a silent "at least I think so?"

"I was just stating a fact. Monty was totally into feminin, soft boys I guess- now thinking of it... I think he had a small crush on Alex, was into Bryce too, though he wasnt feminin guy obviously but he was the first one who "cared" about him, maybe a crush too. And he was interested in Tyler. Not crush like, but in a different way. Maybe because of his photography skills.

Winston stopped his steps, looked back at him.

"Oh...." Scott said awkwardly.

"I'm so fucking sorry- shit. I just couldnt shut up." He sighed.

"Its fine. Really. You're pretty good at observing. How long did you were aware of him and his interests?"

Scott stared at the pavement for some seconds.

"... Since I transferred to Liberty. I got to know him beforehand for some brief moments but after the transfer even more. And with his stupid insults and jokes he basically confirmed it without confirming it out loud."

"How'd you know him before?"

"Through a friend."

"A friend?"

"Ya. This friend was a really good friend of Clay and played in our baseball team. Anyway... Monty beat you up right?"

"Hmh."

"Why'd you forgive him?"

"I dealt with many people like him in my life. I'm used to it. I forgave him because I knew what was going on as soon as he started it all. Thats also why I denied knowing him. I'm open about my interests- some people still make fun of it - but realised that he wasnt, and not ready yet. I didnt want him to run into a blank knife."

"You're such a good guy- wished he would've meet you before..."

"Sadly I was to late."

"Maybe...."

They walked towards the crossroad.

"Guess we have to take serapate ways here."

Winston said.

"Right. Call me if you need something." Scott said, taking the way left.

"See you."

Winston still held his umbrella in his hands.

Guess he had to give it him back tomorrow.

________

Next day, Sunday: 9am.

Winston woke up with a bad headache. His parents were away again- so he was all alone at home. It reminded him at the time Monty visited him.

He should prepare himself for the police station.

He couldnt give up right now because of some annoying sickness. He needed to do it- for Monty.

Looking at the clock it was still to early. Their appointment was around 1:30pm. He sighed and closed his eyes again. Decided to stay in bed until 11pm. Maybe hes body would be better at that point. Maybe hes just going crazy after these two days and the other 2.

"Yeah. That must be it." He whispered to himself and fell back to sleep again.

When he woke up it was shortly around after 11pm. Time to get dressed. His body still was doing some crazy shit but Winston decided to ignore it for today, grabbing some plain clothes- after that, his car keys.

He arrived in town at 12pm, still some tome until they'll talk about the evidence a 2nd and hopefully last time.

Winston was tired and his forehead glowing. To much stress.

He parked his car at a parking lot near the station, spotting Scott already standing in front of it- looking a bit distressed and like he was there for some time already.

Winston stopped the engine and stepped out of the car, walking fast towards him.

"Already there?" He said, putting away his car keys.

"I could say the same about you, Winston."

"How long are you here already?"

"Ah just... some minutes."

Winston nooded, feeling that something was bothering him.

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothing- why'd you ask?"

"Not to be the creep this time but I could see you through my car window and you seemed pretty zoned-out. You dont look so good."

"Same goes for you dont you think? With this dark hair and this almost white skin at the moment you look like someone whos dead."

"Just had a rough night."

"Guess we share a lot. I kept remembering something after our talk."

Winston slightly tiled his head.

"Whats it about?"

"Nothing very important- about a friend."

"The friend so introduced you to Monty?"

"You could say that yes." he looked at his watch. "Lets grab a coffee- we still have some time left, maybe we can talk how to convince this cop to believe us. Even though he lets us care for his funeral it doesnt sound like hes believing us- sadly."

"Even with the evidence?"

"Even with that."

They were about to walk to the cafe as they saw Clay and his friends walking in their direction.

"Shit. They gonna see us together" Scott said, worried.

"They told each other about what you did- I told you. I dont wanna hear them saying shit."

"If they see us- and they will- we just tell half of the truth. Try acting like you arent involved."

He nooded at Winstons words.

Clay raised his hands to wave at Scott bit stopped after seeing who was with him. His smiled faded, like the smiles on the other faces.

"What are you doing here? With Winston?"

"We just met by accident."

That wasnt the truth- not even half of it.

Alex looked back and forth between Scott and Winston.

"Why are you with him? After all he did?"

"I dont know what you're talking about? If you mean the paybacks and visits- non of my business. I'm not even on of your friends so I can do what ever I like."

"Are you working with him?"

"No. Working with him about what? Why do you care? You dont like me."

"If you're working with him I would have another good reason to not liking you."

Winston sighed.

"I didnt want to cause any trouble with my visits. If I intimidated anyone of you- I'm sorry."

"Yeah? Are you really sorry? Then why did you gave Charlie something like this?"

Winston stared at Alex for some seconds.

"Not your place to know. He should know by now."

"Liar"

Scott scoffed.

"Yeah? A liar like you?"

Alex breathed out heavily, ready to beat a bitch.

"Now now" Zach interfered, holding back Alex. "Lets just cut it right here." He grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

"Sorry." Justin sighed. "Hes in a pretty bad mood lately."

Winston smiled softly.

"Its all right- we all are stressed."

They said their goodbyes and entered the cafe where they ordered their coffee.

"Scott?"

He turned around as he heard his name, spoken out by a familiar voice.

And there she stood.

Sheri Holland.

"Wasnt expecting to see you around here? When did we last saw each other? 8 month ago? Before you left school to take a break?"

He just nooded.

"Whats wrong? Saw a ghost?"

"No... I just wasnt expecting seeing you here too- after all, Monets y'all favorite spot."

"You know... was getting tired of this place after last year. To many bad memories."

"Right..."

"Soo... see you're having a date? With a guy?"

Scott blinked in confusion and Sheri laughed.

"That was a joke." She poked his shoulder.

"Anyway- now you're here... can I talk to you? Dont know if you want to involve your friend in it"

"Whats it about?"

"School. Bryce. Tyler. Monty."

"Oh... its ok. He knows anyway. Hes kinda involed in it to."

"He is? Why?"

"To much to tell you now- we should talk about it sometime else. We're kinda in a hurry, have to leave at 1:15pm."

"So whats your name?" She turned her gaze to Winston.

"Winston."

"Mine's Sheri. We know each other from school. We hadnt the best time back there then. How do you know Scott?"

"Through the whole Bryce murder case." Winston said. Quickly, not to spill more informations.

Sheri sighed as they sat down at a table.

"Pretty fucked up about Bryce death. And what happened to Tyler. And to Monty. I knew he was messed up in the head- but first to assault someone... and then to kill Bryce- allegedly. That wasnt expected at all. Sad that he died in prison. I mean... no one deserves to die in such a place, not in this circumstances."

Scott glanced over to Winston who looked a bit to serious, then looked back to her.

"Do you believe he killed Bryce? I mean ignore the "evidence"."

"If I have to be real- no. I dont think he did it but got framed. You know how easy it is to frame a dead guy. They cant defemd themselve."

"Why do you think someone framed him?" Winston said, with a dark tone in it.

"I really dont know. But Monty saw Bryce as a friend, was loyal to him. I dont see someone like him killing Bryce. Monty was cruel- but not like this."

"Right." Hearing someone else to agree made Winston very ... happy.

"He was a broken soul. He needed help. And nobody saw it. The last time I saw him was at the homecoming game. He had something in his eyes that made him look like he... changed? I dont know."

Winston knew it was because of him, he then whispered a "He indeed was a broken soul. He was sad and lonely." but Sheri heard it anyway.

"How come you know Monty?"

"Thats a secret."

"A secret- must be something very serious?"

He nooded.

"You know what he did to Tyler right?"

He nooded a second time.

"But he was about to pay for it. There was no need for him to die or get framed."

Sheri had a soft smile on her face.

"I remember seeing you on the field at the homecoming game. You took photos- of Monty."

Winston looked away.

"Guess we all three lost someone who meant much to us."

Winston glanced a look at Scott who was sitting next to him in silence- looking straight at his coffee to go.

"Hey Scott?"

He got dragged out of his stare by Sheris voice.

"You have time to visit Jeff in the next days?"

His grab around the coffee cup tightened.

"Maybe." He stood up and grabbed Winstons arm.

"We should go now."

#monty de la cruz #winston williams #13rw #13 reasons why #13 reasons why sesson 3 #13rw s3 #13rw season 3 #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #scott reed #sheri holland

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queengavemeasheerheartattack · 5 years

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A Little Fairy in the Window Pt 1

Summary: After a night of drinking on tour, the members of Queen all head up to Rogers room to hang out for a while to whine down before they all sleep but when they all settle down Roger see something in the corner of his eye and faint glow, being in America he thinks its probably and firefly but when he gets to the window where the glow is he is shocked, it wasn’t a firefly but a fairy with a soft golden glow to her looking up at him.

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It was about 11pm the guys and I decided to go to a near by bar after our concert here in the states. Gulping back my beer I looked over at the guys, they all looked like they wanted to get out of here too. “hey, John?” I said. “Yeah, Rog?” “Wanna ask the guys if they wanna get out of here?” “Yeah sure” John asked the others if they wanted to leave and they were all pleased with that. We decided to just go back to my hotel room and just hang out there.

When we got to the hotel, we took the lift up to our floor. I dragged a hand through my long blonde hair and gave out a sigh, I was knacked. “You okay there Rog?” Brian asked. “Yeah, just a lil tired is all” I replied. “we can go to our rooms if you’re tired” “No no, don’t worry, could use the company to be fair”.

The lift stopped on our floor and we all made our way into my room. “you got a nice view of the city here Rog” Freddie said sarcasticly, my view of the city that was just a brick wall of the building next door. “I know right, its lovely” I rolled my eyes playfully.

Brian and John had already made themselves comfortable on my bed and Freddie was pouring himself a drink. I decided to pick an outfit out for tomorrow but in the corner of my eye I saw a glow near the window, “Great, a firefly got its way in here” I said out loud. “Well don’t kill it, release it Rog” said Brian. “I wasn’t! Who do you think I am?” I argued back.

I grabbed a glass and some paper to trap the little bugger, but when I got to the window I was…shocked. It wasn’t a firefly but a small girl with the most beautiful wings looking back at me terrified.

‘What do I say?” I thought to myself. “Hello…” I said quietly. She said nothing back just looking at me scared. “I’m…not gonna hurt you don’t worry” I said calmly.

“Rog, what are you doing just catch the damn thing” John said. That must have tipped her off because she began to cry, shuffling back, her back now against the window. “John! You scared her!” I exclaimed. Brian then came over and was just as shocked. “That’s not…a firefly..” he mumbled.

The other two then came over. “Oh, Darling, you are just ethereal!” Freddie said in awe. “I’m sorry for scaring you lovie…” John apologised sweetly.

She then loosened up and looked at all of us “It’s okay…” she said softly. Her voice sounded like candy floss, soft and sweet.

Brian the lowered his hand, motioning for her to step on to it and she did but was very hesitant.

She sat down on the palm of his hand and lifted her up so we could see eye to eye with her. She had the softest golden glow. Leaves and flowers as her dress, a flower crown atop of her head, beautiful transparent wings with a tint of white to them, she was bare foot didn’t have shoes on, I don’t even think there would be shoes for her size.

But she was beautiful, she radiated innocence “My name is Brian, what’s yours?” Brian said gently. “Y/n…” “That’s a beautiful name, my name is Freddie” Freddie said “I’m John” he said shyly. “That’s Roger but he seems to be starstruck by you at the moment” Brian said and motioned to me with his head.

“Hello, Roger…” she said calmly. She then stood up and flapped her little wings until she was in front of me “I’ve seen you a lot…I’ve always wanted to try and speak to you but got scared…” she said shyly. She’s seen me a lot? How?

She must have seen my confusion and explained. “I live in your backgarden in the hole of a tree” she explained. “how did you end up here? In America?” I asked. “Don’t get mad but I came into you house flew in through the window, it was very cold out and I wanted to find somewhere warm. I saw you packing clothes and I was curious about humans so I got closer but you closed that on me and I got stuck” she pointed towards my suitcase. I locked her in that?

“I’m sorry I did that, and I’m not mad, if I was you I’d be curious too, but when did you start living in my backgarden?” “When you put a little door in the hole of the tree” she explained. She began to get a little tired and climbed into my shirt pocket “the little door? Oh! The fairy door Mary gave me, You remember that Fred? The home warming gift she got me?” “Yeah I remember it, wow, I didn’t know it attracted fairies” Freddie said. “didn’t even know fairies where real until now” Brian said look at Y/n.

“we try to keep ourselves secret, not so many humans have been nice to us” she said sadly. My heart broke. I wanted to protect her. “We’ll help you, don’t worry about that, and when we get back home, you wont have to stay in that tree any more, you can come into my house where its warm and safe” I said. I looked down at her and she had a smile on her face “Thank you”

“John you’ve been very quiet” Freddie said. “Yeah sorry, where is she gonna sleep? She cant sleep in the bed, she might suffocate or worse Roger rolls on top of her..” “I’ll be right back” Freddie said and left the room.

He came back a few moments later with a few items in hand. “Okay, I’ve brought a flannel she can use as a blanket, and a bag of cotton wool balls she can use as her bed for now, we can just go to a shop tomorrow and buy her a doll bed” he explained.

She got out from my pocket and flew over to the makeshift bed, leaving a trail of dust behind her and climbed in, pulling the flannel over herself. “How is it sweetheart?” John asked. “Its lovely thank you” “I think that’s our time to leave, its getting late” Brian said. We all agreed. We all said bye to each other and it was just me and Y/n in my room. I walked over to her and said goodnight, kissed my pinkie finger and tapped her gently, her golden glow became a soft pink colour but I didn’t think much of it, “G-Goodnight Roger…” she mumbled. I smiled “Goodnight love”

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#roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fanfic #queen fanfic #queen imagine #a little fairy in the window

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phuezo · 5 years

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Hehe, all questions with a question mark! Jk jk XD Questions that have food in it.

you mean ALL OF THEM lol well I have a little of free time lets see 1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? the calm and quiet one, I never got into trouble

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? I stopped drinking soda time ago but would prefeer on cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? tomboy goth and grunge... 👀

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones

8. movies or tv shows? tv shows!! the story last more! :D

9. favorite smell in the summer? smell of beach or sea I think

10. game you were best at in p.e.? I think it was dodgeball C:

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? eggs... lol

12. name of your favorite playlist? “RWBY inspiration ideas” LOL for now

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring (so I can use my ember celica keychain 👀)

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? not so into candies I think (?) mmm... I think the peppermint caramel

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? never got assignment one (or didnt like any of those)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? depending if is chair or couch xD but mostly its in a weird lotus position

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? a black pair of tennis (I need to buy more shoes :’3)

18. ideal weather? rainy or cloudy weather <3

19. sleeping position? on my back with my arms kind of streched?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? on my pc, evernote. tho sometimes I take notes on my sketchbook...

21. obsession from childhood? videogames and some cartoons

22. role model? I... dont know? my mother was?

23. strange habits? I dunno lol bite my nails count?

24. favorite crystal? -gem? :D I think the sapphire

25. first song you remember hearing? I think it was Bee gees song (bc of my mom)

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? anything really

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? anything really heh

28. five songs to describe you? Battle Beast, Katy Perry, Delain, Ignea, rwby songs... cant pick one sorry

29. best way to bond with you? If you like the same shows I like or games :) idk sometimes people talk to me and it just “click” and BOOM friendship and sometimes it doesnt work... my head is weird

30. places that you find sacred? My desk at the tv room on my house...

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? dont have an outfit my normal ones are so lame being just jean and a shirt

32. top five favorite vines? shut up, vulture, YEET, the mario school kids, beagle exorcism... I love a lot xD

33. most used phrase in your phone? “lol” “puta” “hi Im gay” “Uwu wa this?!”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? moday.com...

35. average time you fall asleep? between 11pm to midnight :c bc of work

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? pff I dont remember but I remember a website where those kind of memes started (?)

37. suitcase or duffel bag? duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea? both

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? when a oppossum entered one of the gardens?

41. last person you texted? my sister

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? both!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? all >:3

44. favorite scent for soap? I think rice and honey lol

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? dark fantasy and scifi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? pants and a shirt with no undies :3

47. favorite type of cheese? mozarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I dont like so much fruit but I think I would be a mango?

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “I do/wear what I want and I dont give s** about others opinion”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I dont remember many things made me laugh hehe I think some crack videos or vines

51. current stresses? work...

52. favorite font? Helvetica(?)

53. what is the current state of your hands? clean, nails bitten... meh

54. what did you learn from your first job? there is so many kind of people in the whole world and dirty stuff that happens in movie theatry (cinema)

55. favorite fairy tale? Beauty and the Beast, Alice in wonderland

56. favorite tradition? Halloween Hanal Pixan (Day of death)

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? my mother passing away, my ex gf... idk

58. four talents you’re proud of having? drawing and having good concept ideas but poor at trying to execute

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? “HEEEYA” Idk lol

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? ...In a fantasy or dark fantasy or scifi with yuri (lesbian) ...please

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? "Because life, as it is now, is an accident, and will chaotically disappear just as it had appeared" -some dude on youtube comment.

62. seven characters you relate to? Yang, Blake, Chloe, Pearl, Historia eh... Yui and Max I think?

63. five songs that would play in your club? all of my metal songs from spotify

64. favorite website from your childhood? cartoonnetwork.la LOL bc games

65. any permanent scars? a little one on my left eyebrow

66. favorite flower(s)? roses? I think they are cute

67. good luck charms? my black cat :D... I dont have lol

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? spoiled...milk

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? I dont know how out of nowhere I learned /love english language lol

70. left or right handed? LEFT

71. least favorite pattern? eh?

72. worst subject? religion...

73. favorite weird flavor combo? I dont have I think?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? like 6-7

75. when did you lose your first tooth? at my house when my mom teach me I think?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? ALL OF THEM I LOVE POTATO

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? I dont know so much about plants but maybe a carnivore?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? coffee from gas station (never trust any sea food on store)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school

80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth I think

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies

82. pc or console? BOTH

83. writing or drawing? both but more of drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio? 1 podcast only

84. barbie or polly pocket? polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? BOTH!!!!

86. cookies or cupcakes? cookies

87. your greatest fear? end being alone... with no idea of whats gonna happen... and totally darkness

88. your greatest wish? just survive by drawing or make a comic that ends being famouse or something like that... have a partner but idk I think I still traumatized

89. who would you put before everyone else? none... only me and it depends...

90. luckiest mistake? idk sometimes when I need to save money something happends and I end saving money. (UBER)

91. boxes or bags? boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? lamps

93. nicknames? Tany, Huezo, Kad, Tantan, TAN, Blake and phuezo

94. favorite season? Fall and winter

95. favorite app on your phone? knight chronicles LOL

96. desktop background? RWBY

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? only 2 LOL mine and my father

98. favorite historical era? the creation of our universe and world... dinosaurs and some victorian era...(?) FINISHED OMG thanks for the ask but omg xD

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chelleaslin · 5 years

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Lukadrien June 2019 Day 13- Meeting in Secret

@miraculouschallenges

Part 4 in my Lukadrien story.

Luka’s head was whirling. It had been 4 hours after Ladybug and Chatnoir defeated the Akuma and freed him from Nawkmoths possessions. Yet, he still couldn’t wrap his head around what happen.

He remembered chasing Marinette to the top deck because she was chasing Chatnoir. She ran ahead of him and disappeared, he looked everywhere for her but he couldn’t find her. He remembered feeling suffocated, like he was in some kind of nightmare. Then, Juleka was there but he couldn’t stop panicking, suddenly though, there was a voice in his head.

It told him that he’d give him the power to forever keep his loved ones by his side, no one would leave him anymore.

It sounded perfect, almost too good to be true. Then came his end of the bargain, he wanted Ladybug and Chatnoir’s Miraculous’. It was then that Lukas foggy brain recognised the voice to be Hawkmoth. No, he couldn’t do that! He remembered trying to fight but to no advail, sunddenly, everything went dark.

That was the last thing he remembered.

He woke up at the feet of Ladybug amd Chatnoir, the pair were fist bumping. His head was ponding and his body felt a little tired and stiff, like he had just ran a marathon.

“W-where am I?” He slowly groaned as he tried to stand up. He stumbled a little only to be caught by Chatnoir.

“You were akumatised but don’t worry, your safe now.” He answered sadly, his eyes looked so pained and Luka couldn’t understand why. Lukas own eyes widen, Chatnoir words only just sunk in. Oh god, he let himself get akumatised, did he hurt people? The last thing he remebers was panicked then Juleka tried to help him and-

“Oh god! Juleka!” He cried, he whipped his head around everywhere but he couldn’t see her.

“Hey, it’s okay. Juleka’s your sister right? Purple hair?” Ladybug asked. Luka nodded. “The Akuma captured her but my Miraculous Ladybug would have taken her safety back home.” She smiled kindly.

“Thank you!” He croaked out, his eyes tearey. “Both of you.”

“It’s fine.” Ladybug smiled softly, “let me take you home-“

“I’ll do it.” Chatnoir butted in. Ladybug paused for a second giving Chatnoir an odd look. She opened her mouth, most likely to refuse his offer but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, “come on Luka.” He addressed to the teenager, still kneeling on the ground. Wordlessly, Luka took Chatnoir’s out stretched hand.

The second their hands touched, Lukas brow furrowed. There was something hauntedly familiar about his hand, the way it fit perfectly in his own. Chatnoir pulled him to his feet, they were now stand almostchest to chest. Luka looked down at Chat, was this hero always this short?

“Are you okay?” He looked at Luka with familiar, loving eyes. Luka’s head pulsed, he didn’t know if it was from the weird sense of déjà vu, The boy in front of him was giving him or the fact that he was recently akumatised. He stumbled a little as he closed his eyes, a dizzy spell over taking him. “Woah!” Chat gasped,wrapping his arms around Lukas waist and holding him still.

Suddenly every single one of Luka’s nerves felt like they had just been set alight. His heart started hammering hard and fast inside his chest that he was actually momentarily worried for his health. What was wrong with him? The only person that ever made him feel like this was Adrien and- Wait. Luka froze up, all his muscle tense. It couldn’t be, could it?

He took a step back and squinted his eyes at Chatnoir. Adrien’s hair was almost always perfect but he had seen it the few rare times it had been messy, and Chatnoir’s wild locks were almost spot on to that image in his mind.

On closer expection, he realised that, although Chatnoir’s eye were very catlike, they held the same soft glance in it that Adrien showed him, that he was showing him right now. He gasped as realiseation set in, his mouth gaping before he came to his senses.

“You’re-“ He was cut off my Chat, who looks very panicked.

“Yes, I’m going to take you home. Let’s go.” With out another word, he scouted Luka up in his arms and catapulted himself onto a nearby roof, ready to run towards the Seine River, to the Liberty.

The travel back to his home was silent. Chatnoir, Adrien, refused to speak. Luka didn’t have the confidence to start their heavily awaited conversation so he too choose to stay quiet. On another note, he really enjoyed being near Adrien again, the feeling of his warm body agaisnt his made his reeling mind feel confident tenet for the first time in weeks and the familiar scent of pure Adrien made him absolutely giddy.

They arrived on the top deck of the Liberty soon enough. Chat instantly let go of Luka, must to his complaint, and took a massive step back putting some distance between them.it was quiet for a few seconds, both boys avoiding eye contact but still trying to steal glances at the other.

“Adrien-“ The older boy sighed, sick of this little game already. He had gone so long without speaking to Adrien, he wasn’t going to speak what little time he had with him, not asking the questions that have been burning in his mind for the past month.

A obnoxious beeping sound interrupted him. Chatnoir visabley relaxed at the sound, making Lukas heart clench painfully.

“Meet me out here tonight, 11pm.” His rushed out, his eyes begging him. Luka relaxed as he realised that maybe all hope wasn't lost for the two of them. Luka nodded at him, giving him a shy smile, Chatnoir blushed under the mask before quickly making his leave.

This all lead Luka to know, 10 past 11, wrapped up in a big jacket and waiting for Adrien to arrive. His nerves were eating him alive, he didn't know what to expect, was this going to be a beginning or an end? Was he even going to come? He retrieved his phone from his pocket, unlocking the screen and checking the time, he was late.

“Where are you Adrien?” he whispered to himself as he squinted across the river, not figure in sight yet.

“Right here.” A voice spoke directly behind him. Luka yelped, whipping around to face Chatnoir.

“You fucking scared me!” he hissed, hand on his chest as he breathed through the adrenaline rush. Chatnoir crack up laughing, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as they fell into a familiar routine. Luka found himself chucking along with the golden haired boy, his loud laughs contagious.

“I’ve missed this.” Chatnoit softly spoke as their laughter died down. Luka stiffened up at his words, this was it, the talk. The atmostphe around them became awkard as they realised that this could be it, the end of them. Luka fearing that Adrien meant every word he said on that interview, that he ignored Luka on purpose and that he was only here now to tell Luka to get over it, because he cant keep getting akumatised, its making his life harder.

Adrien on the other hand, was terrified that he wouldn't became to fix his mistakes, that Luka was over it and over him.

“Why?” Luka found himself saying. “Why did you do it?”

Adrien stiftened at Luka’s sad and desperate tone of voice. guilt started to eat at him as he remembered Lukas akumatisation.

“I-I didn't mean to- they caught me off guard and I panicked, I was selfish! I just thought about what Father would say and made some excuse but I regreated it instantly and I wanted to make it right, I still do..” He looked up at Luka, fresh tears in his eyes. Luka’s heart ached at the sight of Adriens tears, he wanted nothing more then to wipe them away and hold him close. he might have the chance to do actions like that again by the way Adrien seem genuinely upset with what happened at the press conference.

Luka stiffened as he remembered that that all happened three weeks ago. If Adrien truly was sorry, if he really loved Luka, why wait it out? why make Luka suffer all this time, like he was nothing to Adrien.

“Then why didn't you?” Luka suddenly growled, tears forming in his own blue eyes, tears of anger or sadness he didn't know. “Why come here now? It’s been a month, Adrien, a fucking month!”

chat started to stammer at Lukas outburst, unsure what to say to make it better.

“My Father, he wouldn't listen to me. I told him that it was a lie, that I love you but he-”

“You love me?” Luka suddenly cut him off. his body was in shock, sure, he knew that he loved Adrien but they hadn't actually said the words to each other yet. for all he knew Adrien didn't have those type of strong feelings for him yet.

“Yes.” Chat breathed, shocked that Luka had to even ask that, was he that bad of a boyfriend? “I love you so much! Im sorry I made such a mess of things and I’m sorry I didn't try hard enough to see you and make things right sooner.” Lukas heart started to beat faster, after all this time, Adrien was finally saying the words he wanted to hear but how were they going to date now? a lot of terrible things have happened to him and his family since the rumours started. he cant risk putting himself through that again, he cant keep letting his family suffer because Adrien wasn tready to come out yet. he loved him too, with all his heart but he needed to put himself first.

“I love you too Adrien.” he smiled tightly back, Adrien’s whole face lit up. “but we cant do this again.” That was it, he finally said it. Adrien’s once happy face completely crumbled, his looked so confused and lost that Luka almost took it back but the thought of what the last month had been like but him right back on track.

“Why? Please! Luka don’t do this.” Adrien begged, tears freely falling over his masked face. “I’ll do anything. I’ll confess to lying, Ill tell them that it was all made up, please?” Luka sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and contain his temper that he felt growing, Adrien wasn’t getting it.

“Even if you did do that! The picture of us kissing is still out there. how are you going to explain that?” Adrien was silent, he really didn’t know what to say. “The only thing to say is the truth.” Adrien paled as he clicked on to what Luka was hinting at. Luka sighed, lowering his voice to a gentler tone.

“I know your not ready to come out, I understand that its hard and I don’t want to force you to do anything this personal. but I can’t date a closeted person, no matter how much I love them. I already went through my journey of coming out and being with you, hiding and acted like I’m not thinking about holding you and kissing you constantly, it kills me. I feel like I’m back in the closet, pretending to be something I’m not to prying eyes. I cant do that to myself, I’m sorry”

Adrien was quiet as he stared out into the water below them. Everything Luka said to him running through his mind, along with a billion other things. “Perhaps sometime in the future out paths can cross again, that we might get our second chance.” Luka sadly choked out, their official break up only just starting to feel real to him. this was his biggest fear over the past few weeksand here he was, being the one to break them up.

“No.” Adrien suddenly whispered, Luka screwed his face up. did he hear him correctly?

“What?”

“I said no!” He shouted, he finally looked Luka in the eye. Although his green eyes were tearful, he looked dead serious. “I’m ready, okay? I don’t want to lose you and ,ore importamtly, I don’t want to lose myself. I’m sick of hiding behind a mask!” He started to laugh, although it held no humour to its tone. “Metaphorically or Physically, Plagg, Claws off.”

Suddenly bright green electricity crackled of Adrien’s body. The light was so bright that Luka had to shield his eyes for a second, but only a second, as fast as it appeared it was gone again. He blinked a few times, willing his eyes to refocus before he saw Adrien standing before him, the Adrien he remembered not the superhero.

Luka smiled softly at the familiar boy until he noticed a tiny black blob floating next to him. His eyes widen, his mouth gaping ever so slightly. What is that thing? It looks like a cat? He tried desperately to voice his concerns but all that came out of his mouth were strangled noises. Adrien looked at the creature next to him and giggled, rolled his eyes at Luka and grabbed his face and- oh, they were kissing. Luka melted into his touch, it was so forgein yet so familiar and he had missed it so much. He kissed Adrien back with all his heart, love and soul, hoping that Adrien could understand everything he was trying to tell him through the passionate moventmwmt of his lips. God, knows that if Luka was ever able to find his voice he wouldn’t never truely be able to explain exactly what he felt for the younger boy, their were no known words in any language, dead or alive, that could ever express himself with.

After a few minutes of sweet kisses and tender touches, the two teenage boys finally pulled apart.

“I love you.” Adrien croaked, it was only them did Luka notice the boy was still crying. He hurriedly wiped away his salty tears and gave him a loving grin.

“I love you too.” He whispered back, “I take back everything I said earlier. If your willing to try, this is want I want. Now and forever onewards.” Adrien’s face broke into a massive grin as he tackled Luka into a hug. He felt like the luckiest man in the world to be able to call Luka his. Luka was too kind, too sweet, too loving am just simply too perfect for him, he was out of his league! He knew that his mistake was one off and he need to screw his head on straight and start treating Luka like the god he is.

“I promise, I’ll come out to anyone. No matter the consequences, I love you far to ,Uh to hide it.”

Luka just smiled and kissed him again. After they broke apart for the second time, they just held eachother, both boys desperate for the physical affection.

“Adrien?” Luka suddenly asked. The blonde haired boy hummed. “Did I see a tiny floating kitten earlier or have I lost it?”

#miraculous tales #miraculous ladybug and chatnoir #chatnoir #adrien agreste #ladybug #Luka Couffine #Lukadrien June #Lukadrien

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I'm loving your drunk headcanon! How about a scenario where jumin and mc are having an argument about him being overworked and not getting any real rest and he went back to the company with bitterness. Feeling worried for him mc decides to go to Jumin to make ammend but something terrible happens when someone tries to kill him. At the last minute mc turn the table around and protect him and takes the blow instead. I really love a desperate jumin. Can you make this angsty and ends it with a fluff

Ohhhhh thank youu ~~ I love me some Jumin angst head canons so i’ll give it a try

Warning: Some violence so beware ~

Jumin x MC Fight Headcanon

MC is on their penthouse sitting stiffly on their living room couch, the apartment feeling very cold. Its 11pm and he still hasn’t arrived. As she leaves another voice call again for what feels like the 20th time that night the door unlocks and in comes the man of the hour.

- “God I hate company meetings, seriously do these airheads think they could put information past me? I am so go-”

- Suddenly Jumin trails off seeing MC sitting on the couch, her beautiful face is full of emotion he cant decipher, anger? sadness? disappointment?

- “Jumin Han do you know what time it is? Do you know how worried sick ive been? Is your phone suddenly absent when your wife calls you to know when you are arriving home?”

- She never called him by his full name, never.

- Crap, he totally forgot to turn his phone on after the meeting and the whole ride home he was too angry thinking about the way the meeting had gone, he should have called her.

- “I am extremely sorry MC. Today has been an off day and I would rather you not get agitated right now. Have you eaten? Did the chef’s cuisines meet your standards?”

- “Jumin Han I am being serious right now and you are talking about food quality? Its the third time this week the meetings have kept you longer than 9pm. And dont you dare change the topic to cuisine standards” MC said the last part with a mocking tone bordering sadness.

- But he wasn’t changing he topic. Couldn’t she see he was genuinely concerned about the food quality? He couldn’t bare her having something that didn’t reach excellence. Couldn’t she see this was all for her? He wouldn’t stand being less than perfect, the man she deserved.

- “I worked this schedule because I need to be the perfect man for you, to deserve your love. I didn’t me-”

- “This isn’t what I signed up for Jumin Han! I want your company to succeed and I am trying to understand your work habits, but not at the expense of your health, sleep and my sanity! Sitting for the past 2 hours waiting for a call or a miserable text! This isn’t the life I want!”

- The temperature suddenly drops by 10 degrees and MC regrets the words as soon as she says them. Of course this is the man he wants, just not when overworking to strive perfection for her blinds him.

- It stings. This isn’t the life she wants? Of course it isn’t. Who would like to be with someone emotionally unstable who doesn’t know a thing about relationships? He is the problem, always have been.

- “You’re right, I need to go, I need to think. Please do not follow me. Go get the rest you deserve and we’ll talk later when we cool off” His tone was cool and calculating but the could see how much her words hurt him.

- Jumin grabs his car keys in a hurry and doesn’t even ask the chauffeur to accompany him, he needed to be alone.

- MC crumbles as tears of anger, frustration and sadness roll down her cheeks. Stupid. Why cant he see she loves him no matter how many deals he closes? She just wants him to let loose a little and realize he loves Jumin Han for the cat loving concerned self, not corporate director Jumin Han for his titles.

- MC looks at the time, 11:20, its way too late and she knew were he was headed. He always went to the office and trap himself in a pile of work whenever he is stressed out. MC grabs her coat and gets in the first cab passing by against the security guards protests. They knew Mr. Han would not approve MC going out by herself on a cab at this hour.

- Meanwhile Jumin is driving faster than he should. The words This isn’t the life I want screaming in his head.

- He stops the car in front of the building he left no longer than an hour ago. sigh. As he ran a hand through his hair he thought about the look MC gave him as the worlds rolled out. Regret.

- He loses his tie remembering it was the one MC choose. She always made sure to wake up with him to have breakfast and select his tie. Her picks were always perfect and those few moments they stole each morning remained with him for the rest of the day while he constantly looked at his watch for the time to arrive home and see her beautiful eyes. God he loved her eyes and the way they looked at him with concern for the tiniest things like whether he ate lunch or wether he liked her outfit (mind you, he always did, she was perfect). Tonight those eyes were cold and unforgiving.

- As he turned on the phone exiting the car he noticed some movement in the corner of his eyes.

- The cab MC took drove fast, she was sure they were breaking the speed limit but she didn’t care. She needed to find her husband.

- As they arrive, MC rolls out a couple bills not even caring for the change and with only one thought in mind, Jumin.

- She sees it first. The man approaching his dark haired boy with an impeccable stealth and a knife. No.

- Time seems to stop and as Jumin slowly turns around sensing something is off the man raises his knife menacing demanding he gives him his phone.

- Jumin eyes widen and is struck dumb in his place. As the man starts approaching Jumin, each step more threateningly, Jumin catches a sight of straight brown hair in the corner and panic fills him up. What is she doing here?

- “Dont you dare lay a hand on him!” MC screams while pushing Jumin out of the way just as the man strikes with his knife, slashing MC’s side. With MC’s scream and noticing the security cameras on the front of the building, he flees.

- No. no no no. Idiot. A feeling Jumin had never felt took over him. She is hurt and its my fault. Its my god damn fault someone laid a hand on her.

- MC clutches her side and falls to the pavement. As she looks up she finds Jumin with the most petrified and horrified expression on his face.

- Realizing he is standing there staring at her he finally decided to move for MC. The first thing he does is hug her fiercely, not even caring about the blood which will certainly leave a stain on his blazer. Red, so red.

- “Its okay, it was just a cut, probably will only leave a bruise”. He knew her damn well to know she was playing it off. She is bleeding.

- “Take your shirt off” He said it as a first instinct leaving all poise aside, he needed to see the wound. MC eyes widen and he realizes she is still laying down in the cold floor in a public street with a wound on her side which was his fault.

“Shit. shit. shit” Without thinking it twice he carries her making sure she is comfortable in his arms. He takes her over to his car and fumbling with his keys, lays her down on the passenger seat rolling her shirt aside to examine the wound.

- He would call the paramedics. No they take too damn long. If he called the firefighters they could clear the already empty streets and arrive faster to the hospital. He could drive her but there was no way she would travel in the backseat by herself risking falling down or straining herself. He could probably call his private chauffeur to bring the helicopter bu-

- “Honey, its okay, I am okay. The important thing is that you are okay” Remembering he hadn’t say a word for the last 30 seconds he suddenly turned to her meeting her eyes for the first time since the incident. Since the fight. No, the thing is that you are not okay and I wasn’t able to save you.

- As MC meets Jumin’s eyes she sees an edge on his normally composed face. He was terrified and she needed to reassure him she was there, she was his.

- Gathering a little strength MC sits up enough to catch his lips and wake him up from his trance. It seems to work as he desperately holds onto her, tears working their way into his cheeks.

- “Honey, this is what we will do; you’ll grab your phone and call an ambulance which should arrive in 10 minutes or so considering urgent care is 5 blocks ahead. We will wait here and in no way am I letting you take the blame for this. I decided to come follow you and tackle you, and god knows what would have happened if I didn’t. I am here and I am yours”

- She is perfect and I am a fool.

- “MC, I-I swear if someone touches you again ever they will pay. God, he will pay and I am making damn sure they find that piece of trash to rot in jail.”

- It was unsettling seeing him so decompose, his calming features twisted in a rage she had never seen as he dials the hospital and as he hangs the phone MC remembers the reason why she was coming in the first place to look for him.

- “Babe I know its not the best of times, god I was just stabbed and a man almost killed you but I- I am so s-sorry” She tried her best not to cry but broke down in the last word. “I-I didn’t mean what I said and of c-course this is the life I want, hell I would give my life for y-yours, its just… Seeing the eye bags under your eyes each morning kills me because you work so damn hard all the t-time and my one job as your wive is to ensure you’re okay and I even fail at that a-and…”

- Jumin holds her as her sobbing intensifies and his features soften. He knew she meant every word she just said and knowing he had caused her such pain made his insides churn. He pressed his lips to hers softly, like she would break, and convey everything he was thinking. He loved her and she will never suffer again because of him, never.

Lolll I kinda went overboard //hides. Thanks for the request! Hope I made it justice ;w;

#mystic messenger #my headcanons #headcanon #hc #mystic messenger headcanon #mysme #jumin #ask #request #fic

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Fandom: Star Wars Character: Hux Relationship: Hux/reader Request: I’d love an angsty one where the reader walks out on hux and asks for a divorce because he doesn’t pay attention to her. But they get back together in the end “Hux?” You called out, opening the door to the office. You stepped inside without being called when you caught the eyes of the commander. You were nervous, it was obvious to see to anyone. “Its late,[y/n]. you should be in bed.” Hux looked back down to his datapad. “hux, this is the fourth night this week.” You walked up to his desk, your hands shaking slightly. “[y/], I have to work.” Hux didn’t even look up at you. “Do you realise that for the last 6 months, you have only slept by my side less than 25% of that time.” You stated, your voice shaking slightly like your hands. This caught his attention as his eyes shot up to meet yours. But he didn’t give you the reacting you thought. “I am busy.” He simply stated. “Last change.” Your words obviously confused him greatly as he looked up at you. But he just assumed you were meaning to come back with you. Shaking his head, he looked back to his datapad, not even answering you. “Very well.” You nod, turning on your heel and storming out of the office, your bag outside the door. -----------------time skip -------------------- It had been a month since you left your husband, the commander of the first order, Armitage Hux. You had left the ship with the blessing of the supreme leader, who knew that any other option would probably distract Hux more than anything. how wrong you both had been. You had assumed you would never see him again. Hux was a proud man, and a man who had refused to return to your marital bed for the best part of 6 months. You weren’t sitting back and being treated like an inconvenient. You had decided to stay at a holiday home Hux had bought you a few years ago although it was more of a safety place if something went wrong. You had been wondering what you were going to do, when you decided to stay there for 3 months and then you were going to go and work on one of the lower ships of the first order. You were a fundamental part of the first order technological advancement. It was late and you were ready for bed. You wore a silk nighty that hurt to wear to because it was the one you used to wear on special nights. Anniversary’s, birthday, accomplishments and many more things. You only wore it tonight because you only had a handful of night clothes and the others were in the wash. Lying in the bed, you were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard a knock at the front door. Sitting bolt up right, you immediately got your pistol from the side draw. For a moment, you sat still, listening until you heard another knock. Knowing you had to answer it, you got to your feet and grabbed your night gown and wrapped it around yourself, shoving the pistol in the pocket, and went to the front door. The holiday home was a small cottage with 2 floors so it didn’t take long for you to decent the stairs and reach the front door. Looking through the peep hole, you nearly gasped. On the other side of the door, was Armitage Hux. You clasped your hand over your mouth, silently cursing. What were you going to do? Do you speak to him through the door? Do you let him in? Turn him away? You saw he had something in his hands. Papers. Divorce papers. You had sent them 3 days ago. You didn’t expect him to acknowledge them, let alone come and find you with them. Maybe he would sign them. A part of your heart ached at the thought. No matter how much you wanted to hate him, you were still deeply in love with him. Much like you were 10 years ago when it was announced you would wed him. It was an arranged marriage, more political than anything else. The only thing was that you and Armitage had been sweethearts in your teenage years and had been forced apart. When you met up again as adults to be wed, he had practically lifted you into his arms and kissed you. It was a dream come true for you both. But now it had turned into a nightmare. You signed and unlocked the door, noticing how Hux jumped a little at the sudden noise of the creaking door. Then his eyes fell on you. You saw his mouth open a little but he never said anything. He just stared at you, not seeming to even breath. “yes?” You ask, pulling him from his trance. Clearing his throat, he held out the papers to you. “You sent them. I signed it. I took the liberty of changing some of the terms as they didn’t suite me.” He stated like an officer returning a report rather than a man losing his wife. You rolled your eyes, grabbing the papers out his hands. “Nothings ever good enough, is it?” You snapped, tears pricking your eyes as you stepped back. “Im not discussing my divorce on a doorstep at 11pm.” You left the door open as you went inside to the dining room, sitting down at the large table. You heard the main door close and footsteps followed you, meaning he was behind you. You sat at the top of one end and he sat at the top of the other, like two enemy’s on meeting grounds. You expected the new changes to be that you didn’t get a proportion of one thing or you weren’t entitled to another. Or that you were to receive nothing. The main martial assets you had together was this summer house and a savings fund. Flicking through 2 pages, you finally saw the section on assets. Taking a deep breath, you read through it and your mouth dropped open. He had given you everything. The house, the whole funds, even a portion of his salary for the next 5 years and security funds. “Wh-what?” You gasped, looking up at him. “I had no idea you were so unhappy. Even thought my intentions aren’t always clear in terms of our marriage, I always wanted you to be happy and safe.” He spoke in a clear but less formal manner as he met your gaze. His eyes were normally stoic and unfeeling but now, they were bursting with one emotions. Regret. He started at you like he was memorising your features, like he might blink and you would disappear. “I cant accept on these terms. They aren’t fair.” You place the papers down on the table, sliding them away from you. “They are fair. I have no need for the house or the savings.” Hux shook his head, looking around at the house as he spoke. “But the salary and the protections as well. I cant-“ You started to protest when he interrupted. “On our wedding day, I vowed to keep you safe. I know we are speaking about the end of our marriage but I intend to keep that vow.” Hux sat bolt up right, seeming offended that you weren’t accepting. You remembered how happy you had been on your wedding day, how it had been your ideal wedding. He had done everything in his power to make sure of that. “Armitage, I cant accept it on these terms.” You shook your head, not wanting to look at him. It was hurting too much. You just wanted to run across the table and into his arms. “Then I have another proposition for you.” Hux leaned back in his seat, making you look up at him. “A proposition?” you asked, unable to hid the laughter in your voice. Not at him, but at the situation. “Yes. Then you will have 2 options.” He nodded. “Im listening.” “6 months.” He stated. “Give me, us, 6 more months. If you still want a divorce in 6 months time, I’ll give it to you and on all of your terms, even though mine are better for you.” He seemed to smirk at his comment and you knew he was right. “And what will happen in those 6 months?” You ask, leaning forward in your seat. “I’ll change.” He stated but to his surprise, you leaned back and shook your head. When he met your eyes, he saw tears flowing down your cheeks. “I don’t want you to change. I love you the way you are.” You sobbed, burying your face in your hands and sobbing. You didn’t want anything to change. “B-but you left.” He started, sitting up straight in his chair, his hands on the table. “I didn’t think you wanted me any more. You didn’t come to bed at night, I never saw you during the day. I know how important you are and how demanding your job is but I just felt like I was an inconvenience.” You confessed, looking up at him with watery eyes. “My dear, you have never been more wrong.” He stared you in the eyes as he spoke, getting to his feet and walking over to you, dropping to his knees at your side. “While work has been demanding of late, I was doing it for us. As I said before, I know I wasn’t clear in my intentions. The plans are to be finalised in a months time and then thing will relax considerably. You were my driving force, everything I did was for you, for us. I know I neglected you, but you have to know how much I adore you.” He cupped your cheek as he spoke, and you instantly leaned into his touch. You couldn’t control yourself anymore. Leaving the chair, you slid onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and sobbing into his chest. Instantly, his arms wrapped around you, making you feel warm and safe. He pressed a kiss to your head and you heard him let out a soft gasp, holding you tight against him. “Stay tonight.” You breathed. “What?” he froze. “Come to bed, stay with me.” You pulled back, looking up at your husband. Hux leaned forward but stopped an inch from your lips, seemingly unsure if he should kiss you. You were more than happy to close the distance. This kiss was like your first. Passionate, longing and filled with love. His whole body seemed to react to the kiss and you knew why. Armitage had several flaws, one of which was he didn’t trust anyone. Anyone but you. If you left, he probably would never marry again. “You wont regret it, I swear to you.” He breathed against your lips, his eyes opening to meet yours as he made a new vow to you. You smiled, kissing him again before taking his hand and getting to your feet. He followed you like a puppy, smiling softly as you reached the bedroom. As he pulled off his boots and you took off the night gown, you pulled the pistol from the pocket and put it in the side drawer again. Turning back, you saw his eyebrow had raised at the sight of the gun. “Its 11 at night and I didn’t know it was you.” You shrug, climbing into bed. “That’s my wife.” He chuckled as he climbed in beside you. He instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. You couldn’t help but smile as you closed your eyes, draping your arm over him as you started to drift off, his new vow echoing in your mind as your husband blessed the stars for the woman lying in his arms.

#star wars #general hux #general hux x reader #general hux/reader #general armitage hux x reader #Hux #armitage hux #armitage hux x reader

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