If you're still accepting for the prompt, could you do "Please put it DOWN" with exR
“It’s important. Just one more and then I’m done.”
“Please, put it down, Enjolras.” Grantaire sounded tired and strained. “Your laptop will be there in the morning. Just come to bed. It’s past midnight.”
“I know, I know. I just have to send this one email and then-” Enjolras cursed, distracted by something on his laptop screen. The rest of his sentence lost within furious backspacing.
Grantaire waited impatiently for another minute, before giving up and heading towards their bedroom, making sure he slammed the door on the way in.
So it was a little bit petty and immature. But he was tired, and cranky, and he was sick of feeling like he was competing with a Goddamn email server. Now, on top of everything,his mind was whirring at 100 miles a minute and he couldn’t get to sleep- which was going to be spectacular for his 6.00 am start the next morning.
He really should have known it was going to be another long night, he should have gone to bed when he wanted to instead of waiting up on the false hope that Enjolras would follow. He shut his eyes tight, the sting of tiredness and frustration persisting beneath his eyelids.
It was another hour before he was on the verge of drifting off to sleep, when he heard the door shift slowly open, and felt the covers lift as Enjolras climbed into bed.
“You said one email.” Grantaire said, rolling over and facing Enjolras, who was clearly not expecting him to be up.
“I know. I’m sorry, it got long.” Enjolras replied, reaching over to him and scooping Grantaire into his arms.
“I can’t take this anymore, Enjolras. Something has to change.”
“I’m trying. Things will slow down soon- we’re just in a really busy time right now and-”
“You’ve been saying the for the last 4 months.” Grantaire said shaking his head into Enjolras’ chest. “I know it’s important and you’re doing important things, but there has to be some time cutoff.”
“Sometimes they’re time sensitive and-”
“And if you were in bed you wouldn’t know about them until the next morning anyway, and what would happen? Would the world end?”
Enjolras sighed. “No, it wouldn’t.”
“So let’s compromise. Mondays, Wednesdays, Friday’s and Saturdays I need you to come to bed with me and leave your laptop behind. No sneaking out at 2am to check your emails, either. The other days you can stay up and change the world to your hearts content. But I need you in my world, too.”
Enjolras kissed him on the forehead. “We’ll try it out. There may come some nights where I need to make an exception though, okay?”
“As long as it doesn’t become a habit.” Grantaire sighed as he moved in closer to his boyfriend, and slowly fell asleep within his arms.
My favorite millennial thinkpiece will always be the one where they talk about millennials working many hours and doing their best at their jobs as if that was something they should be ashamed of, because it’s not only stupid but it contradicts a decade of articles calling millennials lazy pieces of shit who don’t work, but the author didn’t have anything else to complain about so he went with that
I feel terrible whenever I hear my parents talking to each other about our household’s income. We only own a South Asian store, where we sell like spices, henna, frozen Desi foods, hair products, skin products, daal, etc (typical Desi store stuff). That’s our only source of income. It used to be okay-ish back in elementary and middle school, but ever since these American stores started to sell some of these things (at prices higher than their worth), less people have been shopping at our store, hence our income declining.
Please, I’m begging y'all, support your local South Asian stores, and shop there if you need any of those “South Asian” items (if there is a South Asian store near you). At least 60% of the owners are likely going through the same as my parents. Also, I can almost guarantee you’ll save money shopping at the local Desi stores as opposed to stores like Safeway, Vons, Krogers, etc.