flavoured crisps

First Impressions

Summary: pastel!Dan has to sit next to the new student on the coach on their journey to a school field trip. cue jealous boyfriend punk!Phil. There’s also a food fight and protective!Phil.

Word count: 1600

Warnings: miniscule violence.

“Daniel, come here” Mr Lewis said as the year eleven students began to make their way on to the coach.

Dan walked over to the teacher. He was stood with a rather nervous looking person who he’d never met before. They were looking down at the hands that they kept lacing and un-lacing.

Mr Lewis began to explain, “this is Christopher. He is a new student here and I thought that you would be the perfect person to introduce him to the school, especially as we are taking a field trip today. I would like you two to sit together on the coach”.

Dan smiled at Christopher in an attempt to make him feel less nervous, however the boy didn’t smile back but just stared blankly at him. Almost a scowl. That didn’t effect Dan’s attitude towards welcoming him though, he just needed someone to warm up to, Dan thought.

They entered the coach where most of the students were sitting in the seats towards the middle and back. Christopher decided to sit right at the front, so Dan just followed and placed himself in the seat right next to him. It was a pity that the coach didn’t have a side with three seats, Dan thought as he watched other students file in. What was Phil going to think?

It was just as he thought of Phil when the said person stopped abruptly beside them, causing a few people to bump into each other behind him. He placed his hands on the top of the seats either side of him and exclaimed “is this some kind of joke?”.

Dan looked up, now slightly anxious about the seating arrangement. He put his hand on top of Phil’s (which was on his seat). Phil’s harsh expression faltered for a second as he brushed his fingers against Dan’s hand, holding it delicately. His voice a contrast to his previous actions, Phil aimed his question at the boy sitting next to his Dan “who the fuck are you?”.

“Phil, this is Christopher. Mr Lewis asked me to sit with him as he’s a new student” Dan explained, more confident now that he knew that Phil wasn’t too angry with him. He just gets very jealous.

The people that were stuck behind Phil were all watching the scene unfold. Some were whispering things; ‘looks like Phil is gonna punch the poor guy’, ‘unlucky, being on Phil’s bad side on his first day’. A teacher at the front realised that there was a hold up and shouted “come on, sit down now everybody. We’re going to be late”.

Phil whispered something to himself about talking to Mr Lewis later. He knew that Dan was just trying his best so he lent down and kissed his nose, then the top of his head. He whispered “I’ll see you later, sweetheart” to Dan then walked to the back of the coach to join his ‘gang’ mates.

As soon as everyone was seated, the coach started to move out of the school car park and they were on their way. Christopher turned to Dan.

“Hey” Dan said a little apprehensive as he was embarrassed about the whole Phil situation.

“Who was that guy? Your cousin?” Christopher questioned bluntly.

Dan blushed. Did this person think that Dan was not good enough to be Phil’s boyfriend? And anyway whos cousin calls them sweetheart? “Urm, no. Phil is my boyfriend”.

Christopher just looked him in the face. He looked somewhat shocked.

“That’s okay isn’t it?” Dan asked. Oh God, what if this boy was homophobic?

Christopher shook his head and quickly answered “oh, yeah of course. It’s just. Well. You’re-”



Dan looked down to what he was wearing. A grey long sleeved t-shirt and white skinny jeans with lavender coloured ‘vans’ shoes. He also had a small pink hairclip in to keep his fringe from annoying him in the journey and matching pink circle earrings.

This was very different to the first impression that Christopher had had of Phil. The leather jacket wearing guy who had a dyed blue fringe and black eyeliner. The guy who had almost punched him in his first encounter with him.

“You know, he isn’t as scary as he seems”, Dan attempted to defend his boyfriend.

Christopher laughed, “sure, tell me that again when I’ve seen him and he doesn’t look like he wants to knock me out”.


It was about twenty minutes through the hour journey when Phil went up to Dan again. He wasn’t stopped by the driver who was too focused on the road, and the teachers were all chatting amoungst themselves.

He was taking Dan some food as they weren’t allowed any on the coach, so he figured Dan hadn’t brought anything. “Here you go, love” Phil whispered as he dropped two packets of Dan’s favourite flavour crisps (chips, for you Americans) and a twix on to Dan’s lap.

“Don’t worry. You can eat them now, no one will notice. And if they do then you can come to me”. Phil spoke the last few words loud enough for Christopher to look away from them and gaze out of the window.

“Thank you” Dan said, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck so that he would kiss him.

“Alright, make sure to tell me if you want something else. We have loads more. And if you want to come and sit down here I’m sure someone will move” Phil made sure to tell Dan, even though they were only a few meters away from each other.

“Love you” Dan said happily, opening the twix.

“I love you too” Phil replied, starting to walk away. Although he couldn’t help but glare at the back of Christopher’s head when Dan offered him half of his twix.


It was another twenty minutes later and the back few rows of the coach had delved into a food fight. Empty wrappers of sweets were thrown. Half full packets of crisps were having their remaining contents emptied onto people’s heads. Even drinks bottles and cans were being thrown. Somehow the teachers had managed to remain oblivious to the whole scene.

Some of the more obnoxious people were throwing things to hit students that were sitting in the middle and front of the bus. One bottle knocked a girls glasses off, to which she looked back angrily at them.

In a rather unfortunate circumstance. The moment that Dan decided to stand up to straighten out his shirt, was also the moment that a guy decided to throw a full can of coke in his direction. And of course, it was  just his luck that it hit him right in the back of the head.

It wasn’t quite enough to knock him out, but it was a hard hit and it hurt like hell. It caused a few people around Dan to turn and mumble to their friends; 'isn’t that Phil Lesters boyfriend?’, 'who threw that? Well they’re in for it now’.

Dan closed his eyes, putting his hands over his ears that had started ringing. The back of his head was pounding, but it also felt numb and weird. Christopher was sat next to him attempting to gather his thoughts on what he should do.

A few tears slipped from beneath where Dan had his eyes closed. Christopher placed his hand on Dan’s shoulder, Dan moved a little closer and mumbled “Phil”.

Christopher moved a hand from Dan's ear to whisper “do you want to go to Phil?”

Dan nodded his head, to which he immediately regretted when it made him feel even more dizzy. He tried to open his eyes but the light seemed blinding, so he shut them again. Christopher held his wrist as he led him to the back of the coach which was still in chaos.

When Phil saw the state that Dan was in, his eyes widened but then narrowed a few seconds later. “What the hell did you do?” He directed at Christopher.

“It wasn’t me, one of your mates threw a can of coke at his head” Christopher answered defensively. He handed the can over to Phil.

Phil looked turned around and shouted “who the fuck was this?!”, effectively ending the food fight. He held the can of coke and pointed at Dan who was now whined 'oww’ at the loud noise Phil had made.

A boy called Tom seemed to recognize the can that he had thrown. He mumbled “oh, Shit” when he saw who it had hit.

Phil noticed and walked over to grab the front of his jacket. He said “move, now. And don’t think this is over”. Tom quickly got up and tried to find a seat that wasn’t occupied.

Phil also made the two people that had sat either side of Tom move so that he, Dan and Christopher could take their seats. Phil between them. “You okay now, baby?” Phil asked Dan.

“Better” Dan happily mumbled.

For the rest of the journey, Dan leant on Phil, wrapped up in his arms. Phil slipped his hand under Dan’s t-shirt so that he could rub circles into his tummy. Phil’s hands were warm and relaxing, paired with the quiet hum that could be heard from the coach, making Dan feel more and more tired until he eventually fell asleep with ten more minutes of their journey left.

Phil decided to make conversation with Christopher, who he found out was actually pretty cool. He made great jokes. He’d also been the person to bring Dan to him when he was hurt.
Maybe first impressions weren’t that reliable.


A/N: I’ve been wanting to write one that is set on a coach for a while now. And I got a really great reaction to the last pastel/punk fic that I wrote so here’s another! Thank you so much for nice comments and all of the reblogs! It really motivates me :)
    Also, remember that you can prompt me something that you’d like to read.

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Lady Madonna (Overdub Track)
The Beatles

February 3rd + 6th, 1968 (Studio 1, EMI Studios, London): The Beatles record overdubs for ‘Lady Madonna’ - including George suggesting Marmite-flavoured crisps, John, Paul, and George vocalising a brass combo through cupped hands, and John and Paul playing around with the last mee-eet

cool fun ask meme

1. what is your name?
2. how old are you?
3. what is your middle name?
4. what is your zodiac sign?
5. opinions on other zodiac signs?
6. what is a fun fact about you?
7. where do you live?
8. were you or any of your family born somewhere else?
9. what countries have you been to?
10. what countries would you like to go to?
11. what place within your own country would you like to go to?
12. what songs have you been listening to?
13. what are you listening to right now?
14. what is your favourite song right now?
15. what is your favourite album?
16. what languages can you speak?
17. what languages are spoken where you live?
18. what languages are you learning?
19. what languages would you like to learn?
20. write something in another language.
21. do you like to sing?
22. do you like to dance?
23. can you play any instruments?
24. what instruments would you like to learn?
25. what are you reading right now?
26. what is your favourite book? book series?
27. what books would you recommend?
28. standalone book or book series?
29. have you read the harry potter books?
30. what was the last film you watched?
31. do you prefer watching films are the cinema or on dvd?
32. what do you get to eat at the cinema?
33. what is your favourite film?
34. favourite ice cream flavour?
35. favourite pizza topping?
36. favourite crisp flavour?
37. favourite kind of chocolate?
38. favourite food from another country?
39. what are some stereotypes about where you live?
40. talk about the culture/traditions/history of your country?
41. talk about the food in your country?
42. do you know the words to your national anthem?
43. are you religious?
44. what are you scared of?
45. what makes you happy?

genre: angst, smut // word count: 6.3k // oneshot

summary: “You belong to me every Thursday. I wait for you. I’ll be beautiful for you. Every Thursday. I exist only on Thursday.” You have it all, and you’re Jimin’s lonely star

a/n: sugardaddy!jimin and the third part to the series of oneshots, onsra. this isn’t too angsty & is based off the song lonely star by the weeknd. also, I can’t write short fics rip. -tia

» onsra: 1. wicked games // 2. shameless // 3. lonely star

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Perfect (Barry Allen x Reader)

A/N: For the lovely anon! Hope you’ll feel better!!!

Request:  Can I get a Barry Allen imagine where reader is really sick and in a lot of pain because she’s on her period too and he takes care of her? I’m in bed like dying right now and this could do some good.

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: swear words

Originally posted by olicitys

             I was dying. I knew I was dying, and I was prepared for the end. Millions upon millions of small knives were constantly digging into my abdomen. I was prepared to welcome the darkness that was slowly edging on my vision. I was so tired, my head was pounding and I was pretty sure I was slowly bleeding out. That was how I died. Not because of some rogue metahuman, not because of car crush, not even because of failed bank robbery. My own body was failing me, the sickness overwhelming any reasonable thought that could appear. Not only I got my period earlier this month and didn’t really have time to psychologically prepare myself for the pain, but also my piece of shit body, decided to get sick. Well done. Fucking perfect.

‘Barrryyyy… I’m dyyying’ I whined into the phone.

             Not five minutes later my boyfriend was standing over my dying body, looking really, genuinely worried.

‘Are you kidding me, Y/N?’ he asked, kneeling by my side ‘I was really worried…’

‘You should be. I am literally dying.’ I said, showing him my belly.

             Fresh tears sprinkled on my cheeks and I knew that wasn’t going to help with my runny nose. I might have been a little over dramatic, but since my hormones were all over the place I couldn’t bring myself to care.

             New wave of crumps hit me and I moaned in pain. That was it. That was what was going to kill me.

‘Cut it out, Barry, I BEG you cut it out!’ I screamed.

             His worried expression really didn’t help. I knew he couldn’t imagine the pain I was in, nobody really could, but he tried so hard. He tried so hard to understand me in the times of pain and I was grateful for that.

             I felt the wind in my face and my boyfriend was gone. Great. He left me. He left me to rot in my own pain and I really couldn’t blame him. I was over dramatic, I was sad and I was angry at the same time. Who would put up with that mess? Nobody would. And though Barry was the kindest person I knew, he also had his limits. And I was so worried I crossed his long time ago.

             Few minutes later Barry stood before me, his hands full of groceries.

‘Please don’t leave me’ I whispered, feeling suddenly sad.

‘I would never leave you, silly’ he said laying a kiss on my forehead ‘There was a queue at the registers.’

             My eyes widened and I saw him taking out all my favourite things. Favourite flavoured ice cream, crisps, chocolate bars and few kinds of pain killers. It was so nice I couldn’t stop the tears. I knew all of that were hormones, but I felt so touched that he would do that for me I couldn’t stop. Sobs rocked my body and I couldn’t stop them from escaping my lips.

‘Y/N… Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?’ he asked, his expression worried.

             I wailed harder, not really comprehending how he could think that he did something wrong. He was so perfect and I cried partly because of that.

‘You didn’t do anything wrong, Barry’ I said, looking into his eyes ‘You did everything right. And I love you so much, how can you be so perfect?!’

             He chuckled quietly, running to get hot water bottle and laying it down on my belly. In few seconds I was a blanket burrito, with warmth spreading towards my pain and enveloped into his strong arms.

‘I love you, Y/N’ he said, laying a kiss on my cheek ‘I would do anything to make you feel better’

             He switched the TV on, putting on my favourite show and I knew that I could never let him go. He was perfect and I knew that he loved me. Him putting up with all my dramatics during my period, was a clear sign of his love. The best thing was, he not only put up with them, he found them adorable and tried to do anything to keep me comfortable. If that wasn’t a perfect boyfriend, I didn’t know who was.

‘You are adorable; you know that?’ he asked looking into my eyes.

‘Let’s get one thing straight, I am over dramatic and sad and I don’t understand why you haven’t dumped my messed up ass’ I said quietly.

             He laughed shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe that I would actually say anything like that. But that was the truth. He was kind, handsome and smart, plus he was a superhero, so that was like plus infinity in hot guy terms. And somehow he ended up with me, simple, normal Y/N. That didn’t add up in my head, my anxiety telling me that there was something big I was missing.

‘For such a smart person, you can be silly sometimes’ he whispered ‘You are wonderful, you are smart, funny and beautiful and it pains me that you can’t see it. I love you with all my heart and I hope that one day you’ll see yourself the way I see you.’

             I couldn’t speak. I didn’t want to cry again but his words were filled with so much love that I felt warmth. I didn’t feel bad anymore, his words and pain killers finally working.

             He got up and in few minutes came back, chicken soup in my hands. He was taking care of me and I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.


Requests are still opeeen! My Masterlist. And Prompts and Prompts 2

Some 00qad fluff...

Danny is at home again.

Since his spies all earn money easily into six figures they insisted that him continuing his menial word at the warehouse was pointless and it was so dull that Danny had to agree. He loves that warm curl in his chest that comforts his heart when he knows he’s being taken care of. Still, it means he has a lot of time on his hands.

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Coffee Pen
6 Basque Rd, Eden Terrace, Auckland, NZ

What made you fall in love with coffee?
My first cup of espresso in Australia, about 17 years ago.

What’s your go-to coffee preparation method?
The Hario V60. It delivers the most accentuated and crisp flavours, in my opinion.

Who’s the most fascinating person coffee has connected you with?
Probably all the local baristas I got to meet in Sydney when I worked there.

Outside of making coffee, what are you passionate about?
Music. Just about any kind of music, really - post-rock, jazz, ambient, break beats, techno, contemporary, noise (except pop), gangsta rap, punk, metal etc.

Where do you get your caffeine fix on your days off?
My favourite cafés in Auckland are Be Specialty, Camper and ARK.

What was the idea behind Coffee Pen when you started?
The idea was to create a space that people find necessary. The same way that speakers don’t work without amplifiers or doors without doorknobs - I wanted Coffee Pen to be that in people’s everyday lives.

How does New Zealand’s coffee industry differ from other cities you’ve worked in?
In the USA or Japan, people tend to choose cafes by their name or brand, but here in New Zealand, people have identified and are loyal to their favorite cafes or baristas.

If you could have coffee with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
Definitely Steve Reich. I want to know what makes him tick.

Who is behind ‘Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared’?

So I don’t exactly have a theory of my own for the whole Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared series, I have seen many theories and my brain is a whole mishmash of all these smart philosophical people’s ideas and stuff like that.

One thing I believe however is that Roy, the yellow guy (sometimes known as Manny)’s father is behind all of it.

Since his first appearance in Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 2: Time, ‘Roy’ has somehow always made an appearance in each of the episodes in the series. Here he is seen wearing one of the ‘brainwashing helmets’ as I like to call them, and the pan on the yellow guy’s head with jewels decorated to look like the one that Roy is wearing. This can be seen as Roy is somehow influences the yellow guy, linking back to the brainwashing, which I think is what the whole message of the series is about: kids being brainwashed through children’s media.

Here is a screenshot from the Kick-starter video released between 2 & 3. In this video there is a scene at the beginning where they have all been kidnapped and are confused as to where they are-well, all except the yellow guy who says ‘Why are we in my dad’s house?’. His question is quickly dismissed by the red guy (aka Harry) who says ‘I don’t think this is your dad’s house.’ and the subject is ended there and spoken of no further.

For the rest of the series, Roy makes no prominent appearances. He is, however, always there. Hidden almost. Watching. Here in Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 3 Roy is seen to appear for a moment just after Malcolm, the King, appears…

…and here, along with appearances from past ‘friends’ like the notepad and the clock. Just like I said, always watching.

And this is where I first noticed something strange. The credits. From the 3rd episode if you look at the credits right at the end, Roy is the last name to be mentioned. The only ‘puppet’ or character to be mentioned in the credits. At first I thought it was just like a sort of jokey thing, something DHMIS funny.

Okay, take a look here. When things start to go bad for the red guy in Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 4, look who appears in the corner. There, in the back, at the right. Roy. R O Y. Okay so I’m guessing you’re also starting to see some sort of weird trend here too right? Or maybe it’s just me. Anyway he always seems to appear when things go wrong. Interesting…

And there he is again. Roy’s name right at the end of the credits. Credits. That means he had something to do with it. He has something to do with this.

And now, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 5 comes out. I watched this the day it came out and I found it, well…unnerving. Especially the fact that one of the trio is missing and another ends up gone at the end of the episode. Anyway as I watched this and read through the comments, someone said that they could see Roy at one point and I kept pausing and playing until I got to this really bad quality screenshot. Oh well. Anyway this is the point when the green duck guy says that he doesn’t want to do this any-more, knocking over the camera. Now, when the camera is knocked over you can see glimpses of little things, and one is where the set ends. And who is looking over the top, or should I say watching over? Roy. The fact that he is looking down from above could mean that he is higher up and the person in control. I don’t know, call me crazy.

And that’s when me and some friends, whilst freaking out over the meaning of the video on WhatsApp, stumbled across the possibility of Roy being the director. Being the main person in charge. In control. Brainwashing his own child. Brainwashing society’s children.

And there it is again, that sneaky ‘& Roy’ at the end of the credits. Hey maybe I’m wrong but that’s my theory. I hope you enjoyed. :)

Plus I’m really sorry its sooooo long I know.

Reasons why Harry Potter means so much to me #1: 

When I was 11 years old and started high school these 15 year old boys were making fun of me because of my ginger hair. They were calling me a ‘Wotsit’ which is ridiculously untrue, I am not a cheese-flavoured crisp, but I was getting upset all the same.
ALL of a sudden, in flutters these 3 beautiful sixth formers, veelas I swear, who obviously knew the boys and knew they were dickheads. The blonde one asks the boys what the hell they think they’re doing, and they said something like ‘We’re only having a laugh, look-at-the-little-nerds’ and I’m pretty sure they did the last bit in an American accent to make out like they were joking but the veelas weren’t having any of it.
They stepped in, the blonde leader girl looked me right in the eye, smiled, and said, “I’ve always wanted ginger hair-” and then she said it, she fucking said it -”I always thought Ginny Weasley was the coolest girl at Hogwarts.” 


Horoscope: 1/12/15

Aries: This month you will become a martyr. It will be for something small and unassuming, such as your advocacy of tea-cosies or your persistent albeit radical take on snail rights. May your face be wreathed in flames: long live your mollusk brethren.

Taurus: You will be gored by a bull this month. It will hurt a lot, and you will never quite appreciate the irony.

Gemini: Your imaginary friend will return this month. It will be covered in blood as it stands in the dark of your doorway, bright eyes from dark sockets, it will collapse before you and beg forgiveness. It did not mean to do it, it did not mean to. It is so sorry.

Cancer: This month The Well wants something back. Throughout your short life, The Well has given you much. The bucket is lowered, and The Well grants you water. Every time, without fail, year on year ad infinitum, The Well grants your request, it always has. But this month, The Well wants something back. 

Leo: The woman you thought was dead is not dead. Whether this information fills you with warmth or dread, is entirely of your own design.

Virgo: This month you will find an embarrassing photo of your past self. While normally a routine embarrassment, this photo’s edges will be charred and yellowed, the image drained of colour. The date on the back, scrawled in a lean spidery script, will read ‘[your name] December 1879.’ You will be unsure how to feel about this.

Libra: This month you will eat at a pleasant but forgettable Sicilian restaurant. You will be unsure how exactly Sicilian food differentiates it’s cuisine from it’s more dominant Italian neighbour, but you will never find out. You will have to live with this.

Scorpio: Your attempts to blackmail a certain member of the aristocracy will backfire this month. You will reflect, as their men surround your premises, severing the electricity and telephone wires that feed into your home, that your scheme had been at best, ill-considered.

Sagittarius: This month the cicadas will ask you to join them. While normally only existing at the periphery of your thought, this month you will hear the drumming chimeric howl of the cicadas endless chorus, and find it strangely inviting. By the time you have left your home and friends behind, and wandered out into the wastes, the cicadas will ask you to join them. Hope will feel like great paper-thin wings drumming, your mouth will taste of insecticide.

Capricorn: Your neighbour’s doberman is not what it claims to be.

Aquarius: You are aware that the Roman Empire did not fall, but rather deconstructed due to a myriad of shifting identities, the adoption of barbarian aristocrats into the Roman bureaucratic and administrative structure, and the conquests of a man named Justinian. A similar thing will happen to you this month, but with your skin. 

Pisces: You will attempt to do something very un-Pisces like this month. You will refrain from eating fish, you will discuss the sea not once, and you will refuse to mention that colour that exists between green and purple. On New Year’s Eve you will eat a packet of sea-salt flavoured crisps and know in you heart you have failed. Welcome back Pisces, we missed you. 

granpappy-winchester  asked:

Prompt! Will attempting to romance the pants off of Hannibal (basically Will bringing out his romantic side to flirt with Hannibal)

So, I’m not sure this actually qualifies as a fill to your prompt, but this is what happened when I started to try! I fail at writing flirty Will, sorry. Maybe I’ll try again :D

Inauspicious Beginnings

Hannibal/Will, PG13ish, 1771 words (also on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4915231)

There is a scorched, acrid scent in the frigid Alsacien air, discernable as soon as Hannibal opens the car door. It is even stronger when he steps inside the house. A haze of smoke hangs heavy down the hall, the dogs are huddled together in their bed by the fireplace in the living room, looking mournfully at Hannibal as if he is to blame for the smell assaulting their sensitive snouts.

The smoke leads into the kitchen, from which the discordant sound of a stainless steel skillet landing none too gently on the glass stove top. Hannibal inhales deeply, and under the initial bitter nose that sticks in the back of his throat, there is the lemon, thyme, the sweet, smoky hint of toasted pecan, and the sharp woody smell of asparagus.

  Curiosity replaces mild concern, and he steps into the kitchen. Will has flung open every window and the back door in an effort to clear the smoke and the room is caught in a strange flux of too hot from the oven and various stove eyes, and too cold from the biting winter wind.

   The sink is overflowing with dishes. The island is covered in used measuring cups and spoons, mixing bowls, three different cutting boards but only one knife, the lemon press and garlic press, and every single part of the food processor disassembled and coated in a thick grey sauce.

Under any other circumstances, finding his kitchen in such a state of disarray might cause him some measure of irritation, but in the centre of the mess is Will in nothing but one of Hannibal’s aprons and a pair of boxers, cursing under his breath as he scrapes at the saucepan with a wooden spoon. He looks particularly appealing with his skin flushed in the heat, hair even curlier than usual, damp from steam.

Hannibal clears his throat and Will doesn’t exactly jump, but it’s a near thing. He’s certainly not the skittish thing he once was. Will turns around, arms crossed defensively across his chest and glares.

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Hannibal says, drawing a finger through the grey sauce and bringing it closer to sniff. Goat cheese, red wine vinegar, dijon mustard. It doesn’t smell nearly as unappetising as it looks.

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The Only Reason - Part 2

TITLE: The Only Reason
GENRE: angst, fluff
FIC SUMMARY: Tom needs to tell OC what she really means to him
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I was going to let the OC be nameless, but it would be ridic for this fic, I tried circumventing it in the first part of the story, but I couldn’t do it with the second part. But that’s just a small matter. Enjoy!


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Freckled Babu

Age: 21

DOB: 07/26/1994

Gender: Female

Height: 3′9

Weight: 198 lbs

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship: Single

Personality: Curious, Don’t get angry easily, Kind, Positive, Playful, Friendly.

Favorite Artist(s): Breakbot

Top 3 Favorite Bands: Too Many Zooz, L.E.J.

Hobbies: Gardening, Skateboarding, Exercice.

Favorite Food(s): Meal with potato, Spicy food.

Favorite Snack(s): Peanut Butter Ice-cream (that counts as a snack ?) Peanut flavoured crisps ( She have a problem with peanut I think )

Favorite Color(s): Pink

Favorite Animal(s): Bunnies, Bears and (Big) Dogs

Likes: Tea, Rounds things, Thunderstorms, Plants of all kind, Her family, Fall,  Scary things, Skeletons, Watching rodeos, Pretty clothes.

Dislikes: Her freckles, Fire, Meat, Ponies making fun of her, decay/rot, Artichokes, Bitter taste, rough stuff.

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Thankful For... | ONE SHOT ft. Mark

Anonymous asked: HIii, I hope ur still taking requests! One fic from u and I was a goner, they’re all so good~ Can u pretty pls write one about Mark and I (high school au) where I consistently keep leaving these nice lil gifts like energy drinks, encouraging notes, snacks etc. only he doesnt kno its me, and I do it cuz Ive seen him be kind to others but no1 else returns the favor, so I took it upon myself to help this boy out n cuz he helped me out too (n he’s cute lol) one fateful day mark catches me in the act

“Hmm.. my favourite”

Mark snatched the packet of burger flavoured crisps that was taped to his locker. He looked at both sides of the packet, in case a note was attached- but there was none this time.

At first he was surprised by the gifts left by his locker. The first one was a chocolate bar, with a note simply saying ‘fighting!’, scribbled on it. The other time, someone had left him a voucher for the school canteen; so that he could buy his favourite noodle soup. 

The someone who had been leaving all of this; was you.

You had always noticed Mark as a friendly character around the school hallways. Whenever someone had one too many books to lug around, he would offer his hand. When the teachers were late, he would offer to mind the younger grade classes. He even helped the janitor scrub off the graffiti that some kids had sprayed on the walls by the gym.

He always did kind things- but no one ever returned the favour; until you did.

From around the corner of the hallway, you caught a glimpse of him happily snacking on the crisps. For some reason it made you happy, that he was too.

Maybe it was because it was Mark who helped you; not only for a small thing; but something that was so major for you; that you didn’t know what would’ve happened if he didn’t.


It was already the evening and you were still on campus. You never stayed back that late, but you had spent the whole afternoon in search of the new cell phone that your mother had given you for your birthday.

“I can’t believe I’ve lost it, it’s really lost” You dragged your feet towards the bus stop, sick in the stomach, “Agh!”

Spotting the telephone booth by the bus stand; you took one last chance at dialling your phone; hoping that someone had found it and would answer.

The other end of the line picked up; someone had your phone.

“H-hello?” You stuttered, just wanting to find out where it had gone, “May I know who just answered? You found my cell phone.. and I just really need it back”

A deep voice chuckled, not in a sinister way; but somewhat friendly and familiar.

“It’s me, Mark” He answered, “I found your phone on the floor beneath your locker this afternoon. I couldn’t just leave it there; so I thought of giving it back to your tomorrow at school. Is that okay?”

You sighed in relief; with tears even brimming by your eyes in joy.

“Thank you and that’s fine. But could I get it off you tonight? My parents are gonna rage if they found out I even lost it” You asked, twirling the phone cord, “Could I meet you somewhere?”

“No worries” You could almost see Mark smiling, like he always did, in a cute manner too, “Meet me at Mango Six, the one two blocks from campus. See ya!”

After meeting him there, Mark handed you your cell into your open hands; and you bought him a smoothie in return. You were going to rush home, but he suggested that the two of you stay for a while, and eat and drink the night away.

And that was the moment you knew the kind hear that Mark Tuan had.

Searching the empty hallway once more, you had decided to leave Mark one last gift for the time being. Your parents had cut your allowance for the month; so the surprises would have to wait till the next.

Holding tight onto the bottle of mango juice, you gave the hallway one quick look before hanging the grocery bag on the latch of Mark’s locker. You thought you had successfully gifted him once again- but as you tried to run off; Mark himself had caught you.

“It’s been you!” He grinned from ear to ear, signalling you to not run away, “All this time, it was you”

You buried your face in your palms as you thought of a good way to explain yourself. Not that it was a bad thing- you just enjoyed being the mysterious giver.

“Oh, uh, no” You lied, “I saw everyone doing it, so I thought I’d do it too!”

Mark walked up to his locker and pulled the note from the grocery bag,

“It’s the same hand writing as every other time” He chuckled, “I knew it would be you”

“How so?” You folded your arms, curious to what he would say,

“You’re the most thoughtful person I know” Mark confessed, as he took out the bottle of juice, “I couldn’t think of anyone else who would do this”

“-Besides yourself” 

The both of you had said the same thing; and the both of you had each others eyes struck in one another.

“It means a lot to me” He took you into a short but sweet embrace, letting his hands linger by yours after they travelled down your shoulders,

“I’m thankful… for you”

awwwww fluffy ending! haha… I couldn’t find a way of writing it romantically inclined, so a friendship based scenario was how I wrote it! I hope you enjoyed it xD it was a little long too! Also, thank you for requesting! (Also, thank you for loving my scenarios!!! <3)

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