Love Is Mindless (An LML Grim x Reader fic)

Chapter One

  Author note - again, thank you for the chapter cover art Caleb, I love it, I can't wait to see what comes next.

You let out a sigh, hesitating before opening the door out of your workplace... old workplace. You had just been fired from your job, it was a moment that you dreaded and knew was bound to happen. The box you were carrying, full of all your stuff, only grew heavier as you attempted to fight back tears, you never found it fun being fired from a job, even if it was a job you really disliked but then again, who did? A tear fell from your eye so in an attempt to not be seen crying in a parking lot, midmorning, early January, with a box full of shit, you tried to wipe your eye with your shoulder. Which was a bad move because when you moved your arm, the box fell, causing everything in it to spill out across the parking lot. You quickly scrambled to pick everything up as tears flooded your eyes and you dug around in the snow with your bare hands, you cursed under your breath while the cold nipped at your fingertips.

Once you successfully filled the box back up, you looked back to see a dozen of familiar faces peeking out the window of your old workplace, staring right at you. A blush quickly flooded your face and you raced to your car, throwing the box in the passenger seat.

'Well that's certainly gonna leave a good impression, I bet they'll be laughing about that for a few months...' you thought to yourself as you shivered, feeling embarrassed, you began to dig in your coat pockets to find the car keys. When you finally grab ahold of the keys, you pull them out of your pocket and hurriedly turn on the engine, letting the warm A/C fill the car and every inch of your skin. You sat there for a few minutes, letting everything sink in. You thought about what you'd do, about bills, you hardly had enough money last month to pay for everything, about work, obviously not going to find a new job anytime soon, about food, bills and food, bills and food, too much money, and gas money.... gas money, food money, bill money, money, and about... about life... everything you thought about, every dollar, down to the very last cent, there wasn't enough, no, there isn't enough money to last you the rest of the month. And now, there you are, sitting in a car, alone, in front of an Ace Hardware, almost completely broke. You pressed your face into the inner part of your elbow and screamed into it, letting out a sad breathy laugh after.

"Damn it..." you said, voice still muffled from your arm, you looked up at the car roof letting your arm drop from your mouth and instead, placing both of your palms to your face. You spoke again and began to drag your hands down your face, "...damn it all... damn you Jack," Jack, the man who just fired you, "damn you Marissa, Kate, Greg, damn you Fred, Tom, Renee... and most importantly..." you drove your car to the front of the building and stuck your middle finger out the window, raising your voice to the top of your lungs.

Fuck it. If you're going out. You're gonna go out like a bang.

"FUCK YOU ACE FUCKING HARDWARE, YOU KNOW WHAT!? I'M GLAD YOU FIRED ME JACK! ANOTHER DAY AT THIS JOB AND I WOULD'VE WENT INSANE! SO LONG, AND SUCK. MY. ASS!" after getting shocked looks from your old co-workers in the building, you quickly drive away, a sense of satisfaction filling you, and smile pressed on your face. The satisfaction didn't last too long though, only up until you remembered you were practically broke. Then at that moment, all you could think about was going home and hiding underneath your blanket, praying that you wake up and this was all just one bad dream or maybe a suitcase filled to the brim with hundred dollar bills in it.

Author note - I'm doing a time skip here, Y/N arrives at home and goes to bed still hoping it was just a dream, this is the next day.

You wake up to the beep of your 7:00 A.M. alarm blasting loudly next to your ears on the nightstand. Still exhausted, you groggily stand up and walk over to your closet, reaching in for your work clothes.