What are you thinking about?“ I laughed, as I glanced over at (Y/N) who furrowed her brows. "Oh nothing,” she said as the creases on her forehead disappeared. “I was just thinking to myself that other people our age are probably asleep, or getting funky…Yet here we are, in Target at 11:30pm on a Saturday.” I threw my head back and laughed, “Come on, I’m the best person to be in Target with at this time. I’m an expert.” She nodded as she walked to my side, wrapping her arm round my back as we both pushed the trolley.
“Do you actually need anything? You’ve got so many sweets on the bus, it’s beginning to look like Willy Wonka’s Factory” (Y/N) sighed. I shook my head with a smile plastered on my face, (Y/N) always became funny and sarcastic late at night when she was tired. “I just want to look round, you never know what you’re going to find in Target” I replied.
We were in the CD aisle, and I was seeing if there any CDs I hadn’t already got. Every now and again I’d look over my shoulder at (Y/N) who was working her way down the aisle, remaining silent. I knew it wasn’t ideal for her to be traipsing around a store in the middle of the night, but I just had to get away from the bus - sometimes it felt very suffocating. I picked up at a CD of R&B Hits from the 90s and placed it in the trolley. As I walked down the aisle to meet (Y/N) at the other end, the racks on my left caught my eye. Every single slot had my album at the front. “Much better don’t you think?” (Y/N) said as I reached her. I pulled her in for a side hug and placed a kiss on her forehead as we ventured onto the next aisle.
“You still have those coupons?” (Y/N) asked as she started collecting several makeup items in her small hands. “Yup,” I said as I waved them in the air. “Great,” (Y/N) smiled as she placed the items in the trolley. “I’ll get all of this really cheap.”
“How are you doing on shampoo?” I asked as I searched the racks for the brand I used. “Well Shawn,” (Y/N) said as she stood at the end of the trolley. “Mine seems to have run out pretty quickly, very fast in fact - since yours is empty.” I looked at her with an innocent look, her eyes giving me a death stare. I found my shampoo and picked up two, with (Y/N) nodding as I put them in the trolley.
“I want to get some fairy lights for the bus, to put over the bunks” I explained as I pushed the trolley. “Sorry to break it to you Shawn, but you will have to give the bus back eventually” (Y/N) said, placing her hand on top of mine. “I know that,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “I just thought it would make it feel a bit more like home that’s all.” She wrapped her arms round mine, leaning her head on my shoulder, “I know you hate being on there all the time,” she muttered softly. “Let’s go find some fairy lights.”
When we found the ‘light section’ (Y/N) hunted like she was searching for her prey. “We should get ones that have the different settings you know, like flash every milli-second. I bet that would really piss Brian off,” (Y/N) smiled, with a slight hint of evil. “Yes,” I said through the biggest grin. “There’s my favourite smile,” (Y/N) said, before taking a box of lights from the shelf and reading the information on the back. I left the trolley and stood behind her, wrapping my arms round her waist, my chin on her shoulder. “Thank you,” I whispered. “For what?” She asked, still reading the box. “For being my safe haven I guess.” (Y/N) quickly placed the box back on the shelf and then turned around, wrapping her arms round my neck. “You soppy baby,” she smiled before kissing my lips. The kiss lingered longer than I expected, but I wasn’t complaining.
Once it broke, we searched every shelf for the perfect fairy lights. We finally decided on these small multi-coloured gem lights, buying two lots to string across the top bunks on either side. “Are you sure Geoff and Mike won’t mind having these hanging over their bunks?” (Y/N) asked as I reached up to grab two boxes. “They’re grown men, they’ll have to deal with it” I smirked. (Y/N’s) face suddenly lit up as an idea came to mind, “Can we please get some Doritos, some idiot thought it’d be funny to eat my packet” she folded her arms as she finished the sentence. “Of course, get the Cool Ranch ones. Tom doesn’t like those ones,” I said, smirking with one arched brow. “I knew it was him,” (Y/N) said with her face scrunched together.
“You are guys are just in time, we’re closing any minute” the woman who served us said as she scanned our items. “Oh I’m sorry,” I said as I dug my wallet out from my back pocket. “Don’t worry sweetheart, at least I’m ending the day serving kind people” she said as she smiled at both of us.
I agree completely with that anon- Will looks lovely, and Im pretty sure its a kind of metaphor for him being identically different to Hannibal- like beauty and the beast, as cliche as that sounds. A delicate strong face mirrored against an irregularly chiseled one. Unrelated but Im sure Hannibal had thought about had Will been born in the 16th century, Caravaggio would've fallen in love instantly and immortalized him in paintings. Makes me wanna draw them as David and the head of Goliath heh
Maybe I’m a sucker for the visuals, but I do love how diametrically opposed Mads and Hugh as Hannibal and Will are. Even when one of them isn’t dressed in their usual characteristic way, the eyes, complexion, mannerisms, facial structure, taste, accent, tone of voice, jeez even the style of hair – everything about them is different!
And yet they’re still so drawn…
*and it’s funny you should mention that, because this provides me with the perfect opportunity to point out an old manip of mine*