and their faces are so close

anonymous asked:

Hi, your blog always makes me smile. I'm on a rather exhausting life situation at the moment, so could you write something short about Hannibal and Will cuddling or just doing some domestic stuff etc? Something sweet and warm.

Hello nonny, I’m sorry life is being so rough on you right now, but I hope this helps a little. I maybe took “warm and sweet” a bit too literally… <3

Will awoke in a daze, cocooned in dark and unable to move his arms. Panic set in as he gasped for air, trying to make his way back to the light.

“Will?” Hannibal’s voice pierced the fog of Will’s mind. The darkness fell away and was replaced with the sharp lines of Hannibal’s face, cut through with lamplight. “I was beginning to worry.”

“What happened?”

Will tried to move his arms again, this time realizing why it felt so impossible. He lay wrapped tight in a bundle of blankets, clutched close in Hannibal’s lap.

“I found you out in the yard, face down in the snow. You hadn’t been there long, but you were very cold.”

The last thing Will remembered was being fast asleep in his bed. “How did I get there?” He tried to sit up, but Hannibal held him close, cradling Will in his arms like a child. “I haven’t been having headaches, but do you think it could be…”

“Though it may be difficult, I need to you trust I would know if the encephalitis had returned. And that I would tell you.” Hannibal pressed his warm hand to Will’s forehead. “No fever. This was likely a side effect of the medication. You’re healing well. Perhaps it’s time to wean your body off the narcotics.”

Will groaned. “Okay. Can I sit up?”

Hannibal helped Will into a sitting position, but continued to hold on tight to his chest. “If you promise not to move, I’ll make you chocolat chaud.”

Will huffed out a tired laugh. “Hot chocolate?”

“If you prefer, though I suspect the kind you’re used to likely came in a packet.”

Will sighed and leaned into the crook of Hannibal’s neck. Aside from their moment on the cliffside, they’d never cuddled before. Will found he was starved for it. “Don’t knock it,” he sighed, then yawned. “I’m sure whatever you bring me will be amazing.”

Hannibal breathed in the scent of Will’s hair. “Just try and relax.”

Hannibal left Will curled in on himself and the mass of blankets on the couch, dozing in and out of sleep. In his half-dreaming state he could recall being pulled from his bed and down the hall, the click of hooves beckoning in the distance. A cold nose snuffled at his neck, the beast’s massive rack of antlers looming like a cage.

The sound of a tray being set on the side table and the sweet smell of cocoa pulled Will back to reality. With some assistance from Hannibal, Will sat up. Hannibal made to pull Will back into his lap.

“You don’t have to do that.”

Hannibal’s face was impossible to read, though his posture remained soft. “I know.”

Will allowed Hannibal to take him in his arms, blankets discarded to the floor. Hannibal reached for one steaming mug and Will wrapped his hands around it, warmed to the bone from the scent alone. Heat seeped into his fingers as he sipped, the thick, rich chocolate rushing across his tongue. It was quite possibly the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.

Will downed half the mug and set it back on the tray. He’d thought that, at some point, they would talk about what had happened, what they’d both felt simmering there on the cliff. Years of unspoken ache spilling over the edge with them. Instead, Will curled into Hannibal’s warmth and nosed into his neck. Not everything needed to be spoken.

“Thank you.”

Hannibal’s strong hands held onto Will tight. “You’re welcome. How are you feeling?”

“Tired. Warm.” Will dragged his nose up to Hannibal’s jaw. “Good. You make me feel good.”

Hannibal hummed and leaned down to nuzzle Will’s face, right beneath the line of his scar and into his beard. Their eyes fell shut, and just like that they were kissing. It seemed the most natural thing in the world, the two of them there on the couch, warm and sated and sleepy. Will flashed back to the cliffside in his mind, tasting coppered sweetness on his tongue.

Hannibal pulled back, trembling, breathing hot against Will’s lips. “It’s very late. Would you like to get back to bed now?”

Will smiled and kissed the corner of Hannibal’s mouth. “Maybe I should sleep in your room for the rest of the night. Just in case.”

For a moment, Hannibal ceased all movement, even his breathing seemed to still in his chest. “Yes,” he said, breathing once again. His eyes were wide and dark. “I think that would be for the best.”

I have some final thoughts on Alaskagate

First of all, DO NOT send hate to Alaska (or Roxxxy). Keep this shit on tumblr and reddit.

With that being said, Alaska is not facing a backlash just because she sent a fan favorite home. She sent a fan favorite home against a queen that had been in the bottom for practically the entire competition and happened to be Alaska’s close friend. But it’s not just that. She sent a fan favorite home against her close friend who was constantly in the bottom FOR A BULLSHIT REASON or for a valid reason she refused to own up to.

The fact that she’s doing way better than reasonable just adds salt to the injury. People are like “so what that she’s winning all the time??? She deserves it!!”. The thing is… she doesn’t. Not this much. She is not that much better than everyone else.

She definitely lost the lip sync to Phi Phi and the second one to Katya. When she messed up the herstory challenge, there was magically a bottom 2 instead of a bottom 3. Her talent show was mediocre at best (definitely worse than Adore’s) and she placed high. Her 2 in 1 look was actually a ruveal and she didn’t get read for literally wrapping herself in a plastic bag instead of creating a second look. She coasts through a lot by relying on shtick and quirkiness (if she says “anus” one more time, I swear to god…).

At this point, she HAS to be crowned. It makes no sense otherwise due to her track record. But there’s a valid reason for all this backlash.

2

“Alex!” You yelled as one Scott’s beams fired near the boy. You rushed over and pushed him out of the way, sending both you flying to the floor, your body pressed against his, both of you panting form the sheer shock of the events. He could feel your chest push slightly into his own with every pant you took and neither of you could seem to tear your eyes off the other’s, seemingly entranced by each other. Your faces were so close, every breath each of you took fluttered across the other’s face and the proximity of your lips was almost intoxicating to him and he couldn’t help but felt an increasing pull to slam them against his own.

“Alex,” You mumbled, your cheeks quickly heating up as you felt something begin to poke at your stomach and you knew it was most definitely not part of his suit. He immediately knew what you were getting at, his cheeks reddening at an almost inhuman speed.

However, before you could continue, Jean’s shout of, “Alex, your thoughts are so loud I would be able to hear them from miles away and they’re definitely not appropriate! Now is not the time!”

And if Alex wasn’t blushing before, he definitely was now.

~ Clara

( inspired by this headcanon sent to @kurtwxgners )

Close. Sam’s face is so close, Castiel can feel his warmth, their noses just short of brushing. Sam’s looking at him, his eyes focused but free of the worry that usually lies behind them, just easy calmness playing among his features now. Castiel supposes he himself looks far less collected as he can feel his face heat up and he’s frozen to the spot, all he wants is to close the last few inches between them but all he can do is focus on Samsamsamsam-

Do you want to kiss me?” Sam murmurs, shifting just a bit closer and brushing his nose ever so slightly against Castiel’s. The angel’s “Yes” tumbles out before Castiel can think about it, his heart beating faster. Sam’s lips turn up into a small smile and once again Castiel acts quicker than he realizes, closing the distance he thought he would never be able to. Sam is there to welcome him.

2

“And then we should kill the thing,” Sam is calm and serious, even though Dean is staring at him with the face of a puppy, tried of waiting to go out. You think that if he had a tail, it would be a perfect helicopter dog with a tail as a propeller. 

“Awesome. Now can we get there?” you still don’t understand why Crowley calls him squirrel - he looks so much more like an overexcited dog.

“No,” Sam is painfully slow - he folds the map, closes his laptop, and looks at you. “Y/N, I need you to stay here.”

“But,” you want to go there - you want to kill the evil son a bitch.

“No buts. You are staying here,” you are almost offended when Dean, your goddamned boyfriend, decides to not support you.

“I am a hunter!”

“Of course you are,” Dean nods, as if you are a little kid. “But this thing is more serious.”

“This thing,” you repeat sarcastically. “Is a vicious ghost of a seventeen-year-old girl that can’t find her family. How is that MORE serious than the group of disappearing clowns that steal people’s nails? I wasn’t too weak then!”

“You two weren’t in a relationship,” Sam explains, looking at you and Dean.

“So… I can’t hunt until we break up?”

“We are not breaking up,” Dean checks his guns and the knife without really looking at you, then stops and stares you in the eyes. “And yes. You are not dying.”

“Adorable. Do you know that I’ve hunting since I was seventeen?” he nods. “Do you know that I killed more ghosts than your granddad?” another nod. “Did I beat you up when you thought you were teaching me self-defense?” he nods again, but now looks a bit embarrassed. “Do you think I need protection from doing what I’ve been doing my entire life?”

“Yes, but…”

“No, Sammy. I am coming with you. And you are not stopping me.. And you are sitting in the back seat for making Dean believe that I need your protection,” Dean shrugs his shoulders, agreeing with you. Then you turn to him. “I can’t believe!” before you start explaining how stupid he is, Dean makes a step forward and kisses you, putting both hands on your waist.

“If only I could use the same trick,” you hear Sam complain and can’t help but laugh, making Dean smile as well. “I’ll be in the car. In the backseat.”

“Don’t ever question me,” you whisper before kissing Dean again.

“Mm-hm. I still have to take care of you.”

“Of course you do, Dean. And you are doing great,” you can feel him smile, as he pulls you closer. “Just not in hunting.”

Today, I turn 25. Yay…..

At first, I didn’t really want to celebrate it. For several reasons; reasons too long and complicated to even begin to explain. I can try, but it will require pages upon pages of it. But I’ll keep it short and share with you the main reason.

I’ve always dreaded birthdays because they signify aging. I don’t think I deserve to live. As a child, I had always been so sick and had been so close to dying that it truly is a miracle I’m still alive. One of my childhood neighbours, who was also my best friend and partner-in-sickness succumbed to death when we were 7. We were so close, we shared everything. Even when I had some shitty stuff going on at home, he was the one person outside of my family to whom I could turn to. We were both children at the time, so it was tough. Yet, he understood everything. We were always there for each other through it all.

Our birthdays were barely two months apart, and every year, I think of him when this day comes around. I lived, and he didn’t. Why was that?

A few years ago, I was in a really shitty place in my life (ironically, around the time of my 21st birthday), I had a dream about him. We were 6 years old again, laying on the veranda in-front of the apartment complex our families lived in. He told me I was meant to live a long and fulfilling life, and he was destined to die young. Nothing any doctor would have done could change that. I didn’t believe him at the time (it’s a dream, come on!) but as the years have gone by, I see his point.

And I still miss him…terribly. I’d like to think he is my guardian angel (amongst many others) watching over me. Lord knows I’ve come close to death several times since then, and still survived.

And I’m going to keep trudging on. My fiance organized a ‘surprise’ birthday party for me, my family and close friends are going to be there. He’s not big into things like this, so the fact that he did it for me means the world! And I love him for it.

Love….again, one of those things I truly believed I’d never find because I didn’t think I deserved it.

I’m going to own it. And celebrate it. Because it is a good day to be alive.

Originally posted by tasselfairy

Happy birthday to me!

Titles

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

Words: 524

Warnings: none

Request: Requested by anonymous: 511. “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.” with Alexander? they’re friends but in that awkward/cute stage before a relationship when they aren’t sure if they should be official but they really like eachother? idk if any of that is good haha

Prompts: “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

A/N: ok so tumblr doesn’t notify me on my phone when I get anonymous questions, so I got a non anon one just now and suddenly I noticed the two others whoops. (After this is 5 more fics: A Lafayette one, A Thomas Jefferson, Another Lafayette one, a John Laurens one, and then one with whichever character [I haven’t decided yet!])

You were close with Alex, but not sure what to call him to other people. Do I call him my boyfriend? We haven’t really mentioned it around eachother… But he’s not really in the friend zone anymore. As you walked through the halls of your school, you were knocked out of your thoughts as you suddenly hit someone. You both crashed to the ground, groaning in pain. You looked up, revealing the man who already occupied your thoughts.

“Sorry, Alex!” You said hurriedly, helping him up after picking yourself up from the ground.

“It’s alright, Y/N.” Alex quickly replied. “I have to get to my next class, but if you wanna, could we hang out afterwards?”

“Yeah, sure!” You responded cheerily. You waved goodbye, and walked to your next class. As you entered, you spotted John. You sat next to him gratefully, filling him in on your thoughts from before.

“Well, if he’s talking to you after class today can’t you ask him then?” You nodded, nervous.

“I guess so.” You sighed as the bell rang. Class started, and the only reason you could focus in the class was because John kept bringing you out of your thoughts.

The bell rang, indicating class was over. You and John left the building, eventually going your separate ways. John walked off to the dorms, as you strolled off to the usual meeting place you had with the group.

You spotted Alex, and quickened your pace. When you reached him, he greeted you with a light hug.

“So…” He began, shuffling his feet. “I was thinking about, y’know, what to call us?” He almost sounded hesitant.

“Me too, actually. We never really talked about it…” You muttered, looking at the ground.

“Are we… Official?” He asked, nervous.

“I think so?” Once confirmed, Alex’s nervous attitude almost immediately disappeared. You gave him an odd look as he inched closer to you.

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.” He smirked; now close enough for you to feel his breath on your face.

“OH MY GOD GET A ROOM!” You heard Hercules voice pierce through the silent courtyard, causing you to jump back.

“We just might!” Alex retorted, grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the dorms.

‘Aaron?’
'Robert,’ a sleepy Aaron replies.
'Thank you for coming home.’
Aaron slowly rolls over so he’s facing Robert and he can’t fail to miss the tears in his boyfriends eyes, biting back his sarcastic comment on how soft Robert is he just gives him a sad smile and nods slightly.
'Where else you i be eh?’
'Last night….’ Robert mumbles closing his eyes to stop the tears from falling, he didn’t even know Holly that well, he had no right to cry so why was he?
'I know’ Aaron replies snuggling into Roberts chest seeking his warm embrace.
'You don’t have to be strong for me’ he whispered against the his heated skin.
'I’m not…’ Robert chokes as he tries to put into words what he’s feeling.
It could have been Aaron. That’s been his most singular thought for the past 24 hours, that just a few months ago it could have been Aaron who was found dead one morning, and without him to hold last night has been a night of fretful sleep, at one point it got so bad Robert had pulled his laptop out and looked at booking a flight to France.
Robert sniffed as tightened his hold on Aaron, now he had him he wasn’t letting him go.
'Thank you’ he repeated into Aaron’s hair not really sure what he was thanking him for, coming home, being there, letting him back into his life, all of it.
He nuzzled into Aaron’s neck and breathed him in letting out a sigh of contentment, finally feeling settled for the first time in weeks now Aaron was back in his arms.
'I’ve missed this.’
'I missed you too,’ Aaron admitted as he laid a hand on Roberts chest pushing back to find Roberts lips with his in a kiss that conveyed everything they were feeling. Sadness, gratitude, hope.

i can’t stop thinking about jesper reading to wylan headcanons. not even just him reading the important, work related documents. 

  • but late night when the work is done, jesper reading the stories wylan always wanted to read growing up, the stories his peers raved about but he would lie about being too swamped by his music lessons to read them too. 
  • jesper’s soothing tone replacing the bad memories of jan van eck reading to wylan in that same impatient tone he used when he called wylan a useless disappointment
  • i’m picturing wylan sleepily smiling, laughing softly every time jesper changes his voice for the female character. 
  • wylan’s relief when he realizes where certain popular references have come from. 
  • wylan closing his eyes bc jesper’s voice makes the words come to life and wylan can see the scenes like a movie. 
  • wylan hogging the blanket they’ve been sharing as he gets more and more sleepy
  • jesper finding a smile on wylan’s sleeping face and feeling so pleased with himself
  • and sometimes jesper falling asleep sometimes with the book on his face and wylan uncontrollably laughing when he finds him that way in the morning

‘you dont know me’ she says as she repeatedly bang her fists against the hard chest that belonged to the man that had seen her like this before.

'you dont understand’ she excuses with her eyes closed shut and her breathing hitching every time she feels a new tear forming on her cheek.

'you dont care’ she accused while his hands gently gripped her wrists to cease her attack on his torso. his eyes were soft as he stared down at her.

'you dont love me’ she sobbed before digging her face into the chest she had just abused. her hands were trembling and her tears stained the fabric, but neither cared. he wrapped her arms around her small body, bringing her closer so he can lay a gentle kiss at the top of her head.

he shakes his head before placing a finger under her chin to force her eyes to look upon his, 'i hate that you think so low of me because if you really think that, then you really dont know me either’.

—  Jennie B. // Can you truly ever know someone without knowing yourself?

anonymous asked:

So after looking at Tim Drake's history, I think he's basically Charlie Brown of the DCU. He has a melancholic personality, he acts a lot older than his age, everybody treats him pretty badly, his parents are invisible, he only has like one/two close friends and the "Christmas Time" song is playing constantly in the background. But he's also Charlie Brown on a meta level, too, because the current people running dc don't like him very much either for some reason? Or someone somewhere doesn't. Idk

You are so right my friend.

If I had one ounce of photoshop skills, I’d put Tim’s face onto Charlie Brown. He’s running to kick the foot ball (that is happiness, living friends and relatives, a good, respected place in the family and hero community, a hectic but still manageable schedule, a hot clone boyfriend). Lucy has the DC logo on her face. She is smiling, Tim ain’t hitting that football.

anonymous asked:

hagrid and nearly headless nick?

Nearly Headless Nick: Story of a close call.

I was 11 years old and riding my bike without a helmet. there w as this huge mulch pile at the end of our road, and my friends dared me to jump it.

So I did, and I went flying.

And I landed. Face first. In the asphalt.

It was a hot mess of blood. No tears though. I was too busy being blacked out for what was described to me as 30 seconds. Then when I came to, I think here was so much adrenaline running through my tiny body that I was like omg that was cray.

I went to the doctor as one should and they were amazed to see that I didn’t land myself with a concussion. I was amazed to because I didn’t know how serious something like that would have been at the time.

the scars have faded on my face since then, but sometime when people look at my left hand, they’ll see the scars and I get to tell this story again and I realise why the sorting hat placed me in fucking Gryffindor.

HNKNA Goodies update 10/1!!

Ok, on a happier note! The new box is in AND

So are Candies-and-sweets original charms!!!!

The art is hers and she had the charms professionally printed, so I can definitely attest for their quality and personal cuteness.

Just look at those little faces!

These amazing and adorable acrylic charms will be sold in my page just like everything else. Don’t worry, she def gets paid for her amazing work! 

This will be your chance to get your hands on some rarer characters (looking at you grumpy Julius), support our fellow HNKNA artists and encourage them to make more goodies for us since obviously Quinrose wont be feeding our need for Wonderland!

The page is closed at the moment, but sales on the new box and these charms will start Tuesday 10/4, I’ll give you a more definite time I’ll go live closer to it.

Do not send requests for new stuff yet!! You’ll get ignored and sent to the back of the line (when the line forms on 10/4). People who have open orders with me, feel free to contact me about them, I’ll be getting those together this weekend as well.

Late

This is my first imagine ever, and I’m really nervous about posting it. But here it is. Thought I’d start it off with something simple.

“Wait! Hold the door please!” You yelled as you struggled to run as fast as you could and try to keep the papers and bag you held in hand under control. The guy quickly reached for the button and stopped the door from closing, and you thanked God he wasn’t just some asshole who pretended he didn’t hear your call. You slowed down your step as you finally reached the elevator, entering and attempting to lift you bag up you shoulder while simultaneously arranging the papers in hand. “Thank you so much, I’m already late and I can’t afford waiting for the elevator to come back down and going up the stairs is really not my thing-” You rambled on without looking up from your papers, a scowl plastered on you face at the thought of your boss giving you another earful. But you were cut off by a soft chuckle coming from your left, and you finally stuffed the stack of documents in your bag and decided to look up at your current savior. To say you were pleasantly surprised was an understatement.

He was handsome. Very handsome. His hair was styled neatly and it looked so soft it could put babies’ hair to shame. His eyes were a regular dark brown, yet with the smile on his face, they crinkled slightly in the most adorable way. His whole face was overall cute and his body definitely seemed fit with the suit he was wearing.
He finally spoke up and broke you out of your not so subtle trance. “It’s fine, really. I’m not some douche who’d pretend not to hear.” Wow, mind reader much?

“Yeah, some- well, a lot of people tend to do that, which is why I’m so grateful,” You chuckled along. The elevator dinged as it reached your floor and the doors slid open. You sighed and clutched the strap of your bag, mentally preparing yourself for the tiring day ahead. “That’s me. Thanks again, see you around.” You sent one last smile his way before stepping out of the elevator.

“Shit shit shit.” You huffed under your breath repeatedly. You slammed the cab door shut and ran as fast you could in the heels you had on. The sight of you running through the entrance of the building was now a normal sight to the people working at the front desks at the entrance, and they didn’t blink an eye your way. The elevator was a few steps away, but with the heels you’d decided on today, you couldn’t possibly reach it in time. So you resorted to calling out in hopes someone on the other side would sympathize with you and stop it before it closed.

“Hold the door please!” You’d said that sentence so many times since you’d started working here it might as well have been a weekly routine as yours. You almost dropped to the ground in relief when the door stopped and opened back up. You sighed and calmed down in relief, knowing you could reach your floor in peace. Your eyes widened though when they met a familiar pair of brown ones. “Oh, hey, it’s you. Thanks again.” You smiled at the guy from last time.

“Do you ever get here on time?” He chuckled, and you almost melted at that glorious sound. God, he seemed to look even better than last time. He was wearing a different suit today, his hair was styled the same though. He looked as handsome as ever.

“On rare occasions, yes.” You nodded and you both laughed slightly. “Since this is the second time you’ve saved me, how ‘bout we both introduce ourselves so that I can actually call your name out next time?”

“Baekhyun! Hold it!”
“Got it.” He replied from the other side of the door as he pressed the button to stop the door. He stared with a smile as you jogged the rest of the way over. “So what was it this time?”

“I couldn’t find my goddamned keys. I swear I put them on the counter when I got home yesterday but they were in the living room this morning..” You grumbled. He laughed his usual beautiful laugh and ran a hand through his hair. That was when you noticed he didn’t style his hair today the way he usually did. Instead he left it natural and let the curls lay loosely across his forehead. “Nice hair.” You smirked.

“Yah, you’re not the only one who wakes up late sometimes,” he blushed and ran a hand through his hair. You laughed at his moment of shyness but was cut off by the elevator dinging, a slight feeling of disappointment beginning to settle in your chest at how short your meetings always seemed to be. “See you ‘round, Baekhyun.”

“See ya, ___.” He waved with a smile.

“How come I’ve never seen you around the building before?” He said as he leaned against the opposite wall. You fiddled with the sleeve of your blouse and shrugged.
“Most of the work I do is mostly on my floor only, so I don’t really move around floors a lot,” you explained.
“Ah,” he nodded his head. “You’re on the 10th floor, right?” He asked. You nodded your head. “Do you by any chance know Chanyeol?”

“Oh yeah, his desk is right next to mine.”You said. And just as you were about to ask why he’d asked that question, your reached your floor. You pouted slightly unconsciously, but quickly wiped it off and turned to smile at him slightly. “Alright, see you later.”

You bid farewell for now and I walked out of the elevator, disappointed that you didn’t get to ask him what department he worked in. You’d been meeting in the elevator for more than almost three weeks now, the scenario always you being late and him holding the door for you. Your conversations were always short but nice, and you enjoyed them quite a lot. He was easy to talk to and you wished you could have more time to hang out, but you were too chicken to ask him out or anything close to that. You wished you had the guts though. He was so cute. And on top of that, from the talks you’ve had, you were more than sure you’d enjoy longer conversations with him if you ever got the chance. You were definitely attracted to him, but the only thing you could think of doing was at least wait until you saw a sign that he was even the slightest bit interested before thinking of actually doing anything about it.

You were still immersed in your thoughts as you walked to your cubicle, still thinking about the beautiful man you were currently infatuated with. You were so distracted you didn’t notice that you’d reached your desk, and as you were on your way to pass it, a hand grabbed your arm and stopped you from going forward. You jumped slightly and turned around to find a smirking Chanyeol. You placed your hand on your heart in an attempt to slow it down as he’d just startled the shit out of you.

“What’s got you distracted so early in the morning?” He chuckled, still grabbing your arm. You smacked his hand away and huffed.

“None of your business, stupid.” you grumbled and put your stuff on your desk before settling in your seat. He took a seat as well but turned his chair to you, chuckling slightly. He leaned forward in his seat and clasped his hands together, opening his mouth to speak once again, but you beat him to it. “Hey, do you know a guy named Baekhyun?” you asked. His eyebrows rose at your question.

“Yeah, we’re close friends. Why?” he asked.

“Well, we always seem to meet in the elevator. He always holds the door for me when I’m late,” you chuckled. “Saved my ass in the past three weeks more than I could count.”

He burst out laughing at your answer, and you looked at him questioningly. You sighed and smacked his arm to get him to stop. “What?”“What?” He repeated after me after he finished his laughing fit. “What do you mean ‘what’? Do you not know who Byun Baekhyun is?”

“What do you mean? I mean, he works here doesn’t he?” You were confused. What does he mean do you not know who Baekhyun is?

“He’s like, the boss of the boss of our boss. He’s not the main boss sure, but he’s close to it.” He leaned back in his chair smirking. Your eyes widened and you gulped down a squeak of embarrassment. Your lips parted in disbelief. You basically just spent the last three weeks coming in late in front of your almost-boss. Sure, you’d noticed that he always stayed in the elevator, meaning he was on a higher floor. But you’d always expected he was one or two floors above you or something, meaning he was still on the normal employee floors. Apparently, you were more than wrong.

Of course, you dumbass, what kind of normal employee has to wear a suit tailored to perfection to work every day?“

“Dear god, he’s probably trying to figure out a way to fire me without me knowing it’s him.” You groaned out and slumped back in your chair, hiding your face behind your hands. You heard the idiot next to you laugh and you kicked him in the shin without moving your hands. He laughed even harder and took your hands away from your face, looking at your pouty sad face. His laughter slowed down and he softened up.

“Why are you so worried? Did you cuss him out or something?”

"I just spent the last three fucking weeks having him stop the elevator for me because I’m almost always late for work.” You explained. “If this company fails, he’ll probably think it’s because of the tardy girl that never gets here on time.” You groaned out once again.

"Look,” Chanyeol chuckled, “stop groaning. Baek’s a nice guy, he’s not an asshole. He won’t think of firing you just because you’re late sometimes-“

"Always.” You corrected.

“Whatever,” Chanyeol sighed. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“Okay,” You sighed. “By the way, how come you guys are friends and he’s all the way up while you’re here?”

“We started here together. I only wanted this as a temporary job to sort a few other things out. But he decided he wanted to work his way up, and he has.” He smiled proudly, and you guessed they really were pretty close friends if he knew him for that long.

“Aha.” You nodded.

You both eventually got to work, but the thought stayed on your mind the whole time. He was your boss. There was no way you could make a move now. In fact, if you wanted to change the whole ‘late girl’ image, you’d have to start coming in earlier, which meant not getting to see him in the elevator anymore. You sighed sadly and shook your head to rid yourself of the thought. You had work to do and this wasn’t the time. You sighed one last time and got to work.

“Wow, it’s been a whole week and you haven’t came in late even once,” Chanyeol said with an impressed tone lacing his voice. “You must be really serious about this.”

“It’s more that I’m too embarrassed with seeing Baekhyun again after knowing who he is. If I came in late, I’m definitely gonna bump into him on the way and I can’t afford that,” You sighed. You kinda missed seeing him though. You never cared to know the names of any of the higher bosses around because your part of the job was simple and related to the small department around you, but now you wished you’d known the names before. He didn’t fit the ‘big bad boss’ image at all, so if you’d known his name, you at least could’ve recognized it and acted a bit more professional. But he was so down to earth and easy to talk to that you couldn’t help but joke around with him.

“Oh come on, do you really think it’s that serious?” Chanyeol laughs.

“Shut up, you don’t know what it’s like.” You groaned and smacked at his arm. He continued laughing at you and you only glared at him, the corners of your mouth eventually giving up on you and forming a small smile. His smile faltered slightly all of a sudden, and his eyes landed on something behind you before widening slightly.

“Hey, Baek.”

Your eyes widened and your body went rigid at the mention of the name. Oh shit. Shit. Dammit. You knew he was gonna fire you. You jumped up from your seat and turned to find a smiling Baekhyun, his hands stuffed in his pant pockets, his hair styled properly today, looking dashing as always. You scratched the back of your neck nervously before bowing slightly, murmuring a low ‘sir’. You heard Chanyeol snort lowly, and you tried to kick his leg as discreetly as you could without Baekhyun seeing. 

Baekhyun raised a brow and leaned against the edge of your desk, getting comfortable. “Since when do you call me ‘sir’?” He chuckled. You laughed nervously, blushing and fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt.

“I-t’s just that, you know, you’re my boss and all and-” You were a stuttering mess and the fact that Chanyeol was still behind you snickering wasn’t doing any help. You were going to murder him brutally once this disaster was over.

“You never called me sir when we went up in the elevator, though.” He crossed his arms across his chest and you had to stop your eyes from ogling at the way the material tightened across his biceps, instead moving your eyes to anywhere but the man himself.

“Well-” Your started to say before you were cut off by Chanyeol.

“Well,” he mimicked you. “She didn’t really know you were her boss back then, that’s why she’s getting all shy now. Don’t let it fool you though, it’s just an act.” You gasped at his words and turned to him, smacking the side of his head. He groaned and rubbed the area you hit, mumbling something about you being so sensitive. Your attention was once again brought back to the man in front of you when you heard a chuckle come from his way, and you turned back to him.

“So that’s why you’ve been coming in early, huh?” He smirked. “I knew something was up, that’s why I came to check up on you.”

Your eyes widened at his words. He came to check on you? Why? You’d thought maybe he wouldn’t notice. Or maybe he’d be relieved that the annoying girl who always held him up decided to change her ways. But he actually noticed. And he made the time to check on you. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies at the thought and you tried to keep your blushing at bay but it was definitely no use.

“Well, yeah, I mean.. It’s about time I started getting here on time,” You chuckled. Baekhyun pursed his lips slightly and tilted his head to the right, his eyes still fixated on you. That, right there, was the cutest thing you’d ever seen. It was the exact replica of a confused puppy, and you had to stop your knees from buckling right there at how adorable he looked.

“You never properly thanked me for holding the elevator for you so  many times,” he started to say, standing up and moving closer to you. You gulped nervously and waited for him to finish his sentence. “So how about instead of doing the right thing and actually coming in early, you thank me by, say, dinner?” He questioned. You were practically a tomato in the face right now and your thoughts were in overdrive. He just asked you out on a date. In the middle of your workplace. In front of Chanyeol. Your boss just asked you out.

“I- um..” You couldn’t form a proper sentence, but he only laughed at your speechlessness and stepped back once again.

“Be ready tonight at 8, I’ll come pick you up.” He smiled and turned to walk away, before turning one last time and saying something that you couldn’t help but smile at. “Don’t be late, yeah?”

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    Madoka rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. “Gosh,” she said, “thank you!” Holding her hands close to her chest, the girl fiddled with the buttons in her blouse while she spoke, her feet crossed so she could keep herself steady on the ice. “I’m Madonna! N-No, wait– I mean–”

    Covering her face with her hands, Madoka shook in embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “Please forget about that… my name isn’t Madonna. I’m not nearly as cool as her.” After offering Kyouko a small nervous smile, the girl offered a hand out for her to shake. “Y-You can call me Madoka, okay? Madoka Kaname.”

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It had been a long six years since he last saw his daughter. She had grown so much since he had been gone. He almost did recognize her. Almost. But he would know her face anywhere. Jack stood face to face with Hana. She was a beautiful young woman now not the child he left behind all those years ago.

By some insane stroke of luck or destiny, he found her here outside Gibraltar. He was at a loss of words. What exactly could he say? He wondered if she understood why he had to go or what was at stake if he stuck around her. He wondered if she knew that she was batter off with him out of the picture.

“Hana,” he tried, his voice sounding much different than it had all those years ago. “You’ve grown.”