darren and food


Martin stood in his local Sainsbury’s and stared at the noticeboard.

He worked in financial administration.

Every day he spent in the office managed to be worse than the day that preceded it.

At forty years old he still had a bully. 

A grown man named Ian made his visits to the photocopier a living hell.

It was not the life he had imagined for himself.

It was not the life he wanted.

“What if instead of printing off a dull CV that’s skimmed over and then put in the bin, I bake my application? 

Bake J. Sainsbury’s something so good he spaffs in his pants and makes me senior baker on the spot. 

That’s outside the box, that’s exactly the sort of blue sky thinking Ian says I’m incapable of.”

So Martin baked. 

He baked like he’d never baked before.

He baked to the theme from The Karate Kid

He baked to the theme from Flashdance

He baked like a forty year old man feverishly drawing from a shallow pool of cultural references.

Baking over he walked up to the customer service desk with more purpose than he’d ever exhibited in his life. 

This was going to be the moment everything changed.

Martin had already sent a company-wide resignation email with a litany grievances against Ian, and evidence of what he believed was a coordinated campaign of indifference against his proposed charity bike ride.

Martin stood up tall, cleared his throat, and presented his pastry to Debbie at the customer services desk like he was a proud soldier on parade.

This was it. 

This was the moment that, finally, everything would be coming up Martin.

He smiled, turned nonchalantly around, and walked away with his head held high. 

Oh, this sounds like fun. Thanks for tagging me, @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine

Five things you’ll find in my bag:

  • Wallet
  • Keys
  • Cellphone
  • Umbrella
  • Dozens of receipts that I randomly stuff into my bag and am always too lazy to throw away

Five things in my bedroom:

  • My gallery wall
  • A keyboard
  • Clothes scattered on the floor
  • A dresser that I refurbished myself (well, I painted it and replaced the knobs, but that counts, right?)
  • My big comfy bed

Five things I’ve wanted to do in life:

  • Live in a big city
  • Live abroad
  • Make a big roadtrip
  • Publish a scientific article in a really good journal
  • Fall in love? Or, like, being loved back? I know that’s a lot to ask…

Five things that make me happy:

  • Music
  • Darren
  • Photography
  • Good food
  • Science (at least most of the time)

Five things I’m currently into:

  • The Dear Evan Hansen OBCR
  • Long Exposure Photography (still trying to get the hang of it)
  • This Is Us
  • US politics (way too invested in that. to an unhealthy degree)
  • making smoothies

Five things on my to-do list:

  • Finishing writing the paper I’m currently working on
  • Finding a therapist (oh boy)
  • Planning a trip to a planetarium with my colleagues next week
  • Booking a hotel for a Berlin trip in a few weeks
  • Registrating for a conference in Hungary in June

Five things people may not know about me:

  • I have a weird thing with ears. Like, I can’t really touch my own ears or watch anyone else touch theirs. Idk, I just think they’re kinda gross? It’s weird, I know. 
  • I’m the baby of my family. My sisters are 8 and 10 years older.
  • I’m the only female PhD student in the Theoretical Physics department at my university.
  • I grew up in a very small town and I hated it.
  • I probably don’t want kids. I mean, things might still change. But right now I’m like: Nah, I’m good.

Wow, that took longer than I thought. But it was fun!

Tagging: @vampireisabitstrong, @ipwarn, @lilyvandersteen, @boroniaserrulata and whoever else wants to do it!

Stuffed - a Thanksgiving cc drabble

Title: Stuffed
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Rating/Length: who cares
Summary: I mean, it’s Thanksgiving, so…

“So who knocked you up?”  Chris asks casually, staring again at the photo that popped up on his phone just five minutes ago.  It had taken him that long to excuse himself from his chattering family and turn on his laptop in the privacy of a spare bedroom.

On the screen, Darren grins into the camera. “Considering I look about 10 weeks along…I’m gonna say it was you.”

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