groceries

Morning Motivation

A/N: I haven't wrote fanfiction in so long so please criticize the FOCK out of me if you ever happen to read this lil' oneshot !!! I miss writing and I genuinely enjoyed making this.

Summary: You're doing your usual grocery run when something out of the routine happens.

Warnings: ✨None✨
Rating: Fluff!
Word Count: 992

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Grocery shopping has always been therapeutic for you to do. Especially when the store isn't filled with a sea of people who act like they're the only ones shopping, pushing their carts around carelessly and muttering insincere apologies when they hit somebody. Being an early bird has always been in your nature too. You like how quiet the world is for a bit before the sun really starts to go up and shine over the busy streets and passing cars. It provides a weird sense of comfort. Confusing but you're not really complaining.

6 am.

You can finally stop camping out your car and go into the store. Was it weird that you stayed in your car for 30 minutes before the store opens every week? Hopefully not. It's just better this way and more convenient since the long lines are non-existent during checkout and people are still waking their minds up so no one has that much energy to start a conversation.

Walking through the doors and being greeted by the bright lights, you make your way to the line of carts and get one as you mentally prepare yourself with the reality of adulting. Buying groceries is great and all plus the organization that you get to do at home is beyond satisfying but sometimes, you just want to be in the part and get pushed around again.

Too old for that now.

Opening your phone for the trusty notes app that has your usual list of groceries, you make your way down the aisles and grab items here and there while mentally debating if you should get more of one thing just in case. As you go down the wide array of pastas, you furrow your brows as you don't see the usual one that you get when it's been placed in the same place ever since you started buying groceries here. You stop your cart and put it on the side, looking up and down from side A to side B trying to figure out where it is.

"Fettuccine... Fettuccine.. where is it?"  You mumble to yourself as you keep looking. Isn't it usually next to the spaghetti noodles? Maybe even close to the elbow macaroni ones?

"It's up here."  The sound of a deep voice and cracking plastic fill your ears. Your turn around and see a man grabbing it from the top shelf and handing it to you.

He looks very... domestic. The kind of guy who would chop down fire wood, fix trucks and enjoy watching football games with a beer in hand and feet on top of the coffee table. He probably buys his wife flowers every time he goes home after a hard day's work or a night out with the boys. His hair slicked back to sophistication and his beard looks like it has its own comb... wow.

"What are you doing?! Snap out of it!" Ah, thank you brain. The right words at the right time and at the right place. There is no room to zone out but he probably noticed it since he now has an eyebrow raised.

"Are you okay?"  Why are you concerned?

"Yes, sorry. I was just not expecting anyone else to be around at this time."  You explain as you step closer to the man and reach a hand out, grabbing the damn fettuccine.

"Thank you. They usually put these next to the spaghetti ones."  Why are you making small talk? You don't know the man and you just assumed that he has a wife! Being nice isn't bad though, right? He got something for you... but he's a man! Oh my god he's a man and you don't know why he's here at this time.

"You been living here for a while huh?"

"Yeah, over a year now actually."

"I just moved here, I got done arranging the apartment and I realized that I didn't have any food with me."

A smile followed by a short giggle escapes your mouth.

"Growing old is a bitch huh?"

It was his turn to return the smile and the giggle, well, more of a chuckle since he is a very big man and giggling isn't a part of his vocabulary.

"Yeah... oh wait you have a septum piercing?" He ducks his head, trying to get a better view and by instinct since a lot of your friends asked about the jewelry already, you lift your head up a bit to show him.

"Yeah! I got it a few months ago and—"

He reaches his hand out and holds the tiny piece of metal around your septum and uses it as a door knocker.

"Knock knock..."  He says as he moves his fingers against your philtrum twice.

Scrunching up your face and giving him a weird look, you decide to play along.

"Who's there?"

He pulls his hands away and crouches down to your height before saying:

"Wendy."

"Wendy who?"  Your eyebrow slightly raised, waiting for the punchline and kind of taken aback at how he just so casually touched your piercing and the whole concept of personal space is now out the window.

"Wendy ya' wanna go out for dinner?" His lips form a wide smile, wanting to laugh at his own cheesy joke but he can't, not until you start laughing and to be fair, it didn't take three seconds for you to burst out in giggles.

"Oh my god..." You say as you kept on giggling, hating the stupid joke but still finding it adorable on how well he pulled that off.

He then laughs with you, standing back up to his full height and grabbing his chest trying to not laugh too loud. It took a while for the fit of giggles to die down and you didn't treat his question seriously so when you see him with that devilishly handsome smile, you can't help but say:

"Tonight is good."