lol! ok! so i’m a manager in retail. and it’s the day after christmas. and i’ve got angry customers and returns that can’t be done and a lot of theft to watch out for a major headache and one of my managers called out and my closing cashier called out and another one just didn’t show up and this is actually probably the worst day in retail i have ever had and i’m *this* close to having a breakdown in the backroom and i just really need soft cuddles from cal while i’m crying to help me lol
OH SHIT listen my askbox is kinda full right now but retail woes come first. You are so brave to be out there right now and I'd also like to apologize on behalf of all the assholes who didn't today. I had a lot of Calum fantasies that got me through long shifts at Starbs and I'll try my best to help you out.
So listen Calum was miserable when you had to work the day after Christmas but he helped you make a turkey sandwich or something and drove you to work, gave you a kiss on the cheek as you slipped out of the Jeep. He didn't know how bad it was gonna be or he would have found some way to have you call out sick. And yeah, that wouldn't have been fair for your coworkers, but Calum's job was to look after you.
When Calum comes to pick you up, he has to wait half an hour on the floor before you come out of the break room, eyes bright. It's not that he minded - he put a few things that shoppers abandonned back properly, and put a few melted drinks in the trash. The second you run to him with your coat in your hands, he's got his arm around you and you're out the door. He presses a quick kiss to your temple as you curl into his side. "You're done for the day, baby, I've got you now." He mumbles. On the drive home, you finally get to talk shit about that lady who had come up to you and chastened you for not having enough staff after you'd spent your entire fucking break on the phone calling for backup, all those fucking people trying to return merch that had obviously not been bought - it was just exhausting, and you were close to tears just talking about it. Calum rubbed your thigh with one hand as he drove with one on the wheel. "We're almost home, baby." He hums, in a low voice. He keeps the radio off, because he knows how you feel about Christmas music or Top 40 when you've just come off a shift. And as soon as you're inside, he's bundling you towards the couch, flopping down and pulling you into his chest so you can bury your head in the crook of his neck. Right now you smell like retail, but in an hour or two, once you get a chance to change into something of his, you'll smell like him. But not now. "I might actually fall asleep right here." You mumble into his neck, and he moves his arm to brush his fingers through your hair. "Sleep, baby." He murmurs. "I've got you."