#and two: i lowkey kind of forgot about it 💀

[kalied0skull]

pre-johnnycat headcanon, i actually had this mini story mocked up in my head a little after JUST reading the outsiders for the first time revolving around an angst fic of ponyboy and a pet dog

the dog was originally johnnys, funnily enough — they shared the pup. he was an outside dog, some random stray they picked up from the lot one day and tied a rope around and claimed as their own.

when johnny died, ponyboy forgot about the dog, until a few days after.

he had probably been sat out on the porch, smoking a cigarette he wasn't supposed to have and staring out into the roads when he sees this big, black dog waltzing his way over. he knew it anywhere, it just terrified him to see it.

ponyboy burst into tears seeing that damn dog, the one without a name but he still claimed as his and johnny's boy. it was HIS dog. THEIR dog.

seeing that sad look on that poor puppy's eyes as he came over and lapped it's tongue against Ponyboy's free hand, ponyboy just about lost it. because he really only then registered just how much johnny meant, even to a scrap dog like theirs.

darry didn't understand what had happened, but he found ponyboy laid out in the grass with the dog resting on top of him, the pup's head resting on his chest and the rest of it sprawled out in the grass. ponyboy was talking to that dog like an old friend.

he kept up with the dog for johnny, making sure to feed it and care for it as much as johnny did. feeding the scraps to the mutt, always making sure he was safe when a storm came through.

i dunno, i just love to imagine they always had a random pet somewhere mixed into their friendship — johnnycat is moreso a coping mechanism though compared to the dog hehe

[illubean]

headcanons about spending Christmas with kny characters (the masterlist ones) please❤️

Spending Christmas With Them

Characters: Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Hashibara, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Shinobu Kocho, Tengen Uzui, Tokito Muichiro, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa

Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

I don't really celebrate christmas to the same extent as a lot of people so bear with me >_<

Warnings: none

Tanjiro Kamado

he invited you to spend christmas with him and Nezuko

he doesn't have much family left so he wants to cherish the time he has with other loved ones :((

to him it's less about gifts and more about being close to each other

that doesn't mean he didn't get you something though!

he gets you something more sentimental or handmade, he wants it to be special <3

Inosuke Hashibara

bro had no clue what you were talking about 💀

when you explain it to him though he kind of understands it

he made it a competition to see who could decorate the fastest

100% makes you a gift with things he found outside, declaring it the best gift you'll ever receive

if you bake christmas cookies with him expect a mess 😭

Zenitsu Agatsuma

he probably cried when you mentioned wanting to spend christmas with him tbh

he made it his mission to find you the perfect gift, even if he couldn't afford something super fancy

when you mention getting him a gift he goes off about how you didn't need to and being around you is enough <3

would cry genuine tears of joy at any gift you give him, even if it's a stick you found on the ground

Giyuu Tomioka

he invited you to spend christmas with him when no one else was around to hear

poor guy has no one to spend it with and actually trusts you enough to ask D:

he doesn't express it very well but he's really happy when you say yes!

he takes you to walk around the city, wrapped up warmly in scarves and layers

you guys had a very lowkey christmas together

if you point out something at a shop he'd remember to get it for you later ^__^

Kyojuro Rengoku

very loud and proud when inviting you to spend time with him and his family

and if you're the one who invited him to spend christmas with YOUR family? his answer is yes with no hesitation

he is a family man so I think it would mean a lot to him

especially if you get gifts for Senjuro

it warms his heart (dare i say...sets it ablaze) seeing two of the most important people in his life get along

Shinobu Kocho

I don't think she puts too much thought into celebrating christmas

but if you express wanting to spend it with her she wouldn't say no

let's you decorate the butterfly estate as much as you want

i think christmas with shinobu is just her watching you enjoy yourself

Tengen Uzui

he showers you and the wives with different luxurious items

chrisrmas parties at the estate are flashy just like everything else this man does

first he likes to have a large party for all of the hashira with lots of food and drinking

then he settles down to have quality time with you and the wives later

Tokito Muichiro

probably forgot it was christmas until you brought him a gift

questions why you even put effort into getting him something

even if he doesn't remember things it's ok, he deserves to be cared for and thought of anyways <3

Mitsuri Kanroji

very excited about spending christmas with you, especially if you're the one who asks first

bakes and decorates lots of christmas sweets with you!

you guys end up making too much for just the two of you so she goes around with you delivering some to the other hashira

Obanai Iguro

another one I don't think is big on christmas but doesn't mind celebrating if you ask

he would do christmasy crafts with you if you insist on teaching him

you guys end up making things for each other, kaburamaru even got a little snake sized christmas hat ^__^

Sanemi Shinazugawa

tbh i have no clue how to write for him but i will do it anyways

I think Sanemi has better things to think about than celebrating christmas

but if you bring him a gift and offer to spend time with him?

he wouldn't let anyone see it but he's flustered about it

no matter how hard he tries denying it he has a soft spot for you

he takes the gift with a small "tsk..thanks"

later on you find a box on your porch with nothing but a small note on top that says "merry christmas" in rugged handwriting

there's no name on it but you know who its from <3

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

do you have any headcanons for the gang's reaction to each of them getting their first dates?

like high school darry and his gaggle of younger friends being all up in his business or omg the first time ponyboy has a date I just know that poor boy is gonna have a red face from all the teasing and talks he gets

I love this it’s so funny, enjoy

Darry

I hc that his first date was a girl on the cheerleading team. He didn’t rly like her very much but he was a sophomore in high school so he thought he did of course.

He was the first one to get a serious girlfriend. Soda Steve and Two-Bit, who had just gotten old enough to care about girls idolized him even more than they previously had. Soda would come into Darry’s room and sit on his bed and ask him all sorts of questions because he just wanted to know.

Darry for a few weeks kind of had that thing where he got a girlfriend and forgot he had friends, so Two-Bit was understandably salty about that but Darry got over it fast and after that Two-Bit just teased him a lot

Dally did not give two shits. He saw Darry getting a cheerleader girlfriend as more of him straying from the gang. If he was still showing up to school he was side eyeing them in the hallways 24/7

Johnny was too scared of girls to be really jealous, but he was also a little curious. But he pretended to be apathetic to it cause Ponyboy was a HATER. In his mind this random cheerleader was making Darry spend even less time at home than he normally did and he was pissed. Also he’s like 9 and probably still thinks girls have cooties 💀

Soda

His first real girlfriend was freshman year. I’m of the firm belief that he has TERRIBLE taste in women and this was the first time it really showed

Darry and Two-Bit both didn’t like Soda’s girlfriend and they’d talk a lot of shit about it. But Darry was letting Sofa handle himself and hoping be would EVENTUALLY stop letting his girlfriend treat him bad and then go find a nice girl. Neither of those rly happened-

Steve hated Soda’s girlfriend with a PASSION. It was the only time him and Ponyboy got along because their hatred was so visceral it brought them together. Steve was lowkey mostly just jealous but it helped that she was mean as hell

Dally and Johnny weren’t THAT involved. Both of them stopped showing up to school by then and it wasn’t a shock that Soda had a girlfriend nor that it was a…weird relationship. Dally was surprised that Soda didn’t rly end up having commitment issues tho

Ponyboy

I feel so bad for this man when he gets a girlfriend. I’ve seen a lot of people say that Darry would be insanely strict about him dating. I don’t think so, he has bigger battles. Especially post canon when he’s trying to give Ponyboy the same amount of freedom he and Soda enjoyed when they were his age. (Possibly even more because let’s be real Ponyboy is the good quiet kid of that family-)

However that doesn’t save him from teasing. Two-Bit is the worst ofc (and Dally if we count them as alive but for the sake of this we won’t). Steve also participates but he’s kind of just an asshole. He tried to purposely give Ponyboy bad advice but then Soda yelled at him so he stopped 🧍‍♀️

Speaking of Soda this man was giving all sorts of unsolicited advice. Ponyboy pretends to listen but in his head he’s like ‘every single relationship you’ve been in with a girl has ended horrendously-‘. He listens to Soda's advice when it comes to flirting and getting girls to like him, but he just asks Darry for advice with the actual relationship stuff 

Johnny

Let’s pretend he’s alive for a minute. His first relationship is the only one that doesn’t crash and burn within 6 months. The gang is honestly flabbergasted that he’s pulling better than the rest of them 😭😭😭😭

Tbh they’re all rly wary at first. Especially Dally and Soda (Dally cause he’s Dally and Soda cause he’s still a lil sore from Sandy). The only one not rly freaked out is Ponyboy

Ponyboy either loves Johnny’s girlfriend or hates her. No in between. They’re either besties or he preys on her downfall. He third wheels them everywhere regardless tho. He’s like their practice kid.

Dally and Steve definitely threatened her 💀

Darry’s also wary but once again he has other things to worry about. He does keep track of their relationship tho so he’ll be ready to do damage control if they break up (he does that with everyone but he does it more with Johnny cause he knows from experience the longer the relationship lasts the worse the breakup is)

I don’t have many thoughts on the other three ngl. I think the gang is kinda just like ‘that happened’. Other than Soda being a massive hype man for Steve (until he gets jealous tee hee)

[redyarns]

for the au where orion becomes optimus on his own, did he and d-16 know each other before?? i'm assuming no, but then i'm so curious how the two met 👀👀👀

i briefly forgot about that one! in that universe, orion becomes optimus purely on his own through some... wishy washy cosmic process (aka i have no idea but nasically he and primus become buddies and primus is like yo do u wanna become a prime and kick sentinel into jail and orions like cool bro sure)

anyway no orion and d-16 dont know each other! i cant decide yet if its because d-16 is a miner who never met orion, or if its because hes not a miner at all (probably gonna do the second option). once orion becomes optimus prime and leads iacon, d-16 becomes obsessed with him and develops a celebrity crush even stronger than the one he had on megatronus. optimus encourages autonomy and allows miners to do whatever they wish, to stay in the mines and earn a livable wage with actual health codes, or to pursue anything theyd like.

d-16 immediately packs his bags, abandons the mines, and eagerly signs up to become one of the staff for the prime palace. he gets accepted and is just so so giddy and in awe that he'll get to work directly under optimus, and even if he never sees him hes totally okay with it because all dee wants to do is help optimus! and if that means pruning the gardens or cleaning the halls then thats totally cool with him.

so when dee and optimus meet for the first time and dee totally makes a fool of himself and then runs away in mortification, hes horrified and vows to himself hes never going to run into optimus again bc wtf why did he *do* that???? and then optimus is just left standing there totally smitten and hes determined to get to know that silver mech better

i view tfp optimus as like. the puppy kind of personality whos super goofy and himbo but also hes lowkey relentless in bed 💀 ANYWAY so thats why the first actual scene i wrote was just him pounding dee into the berth. lmao

[l0singdogs]

sunflower!!! now i’m YOUR sunflower asker!! i would love to hear your thoughts on the them and what you think their lives were like before the games?

omg omg omg my first ever ask!!!!

I'm probably not as good with these as you but i'll try my best!

Ryan:

Ryan i feel like his family members were all very kind, obviously a lot like him so i think that they were all quiet and raised him to be like that to avoid trouble and protect him. He probably takes care of his younger siblings a lot. Not because his parents can't do it themselves, but because he genuinely doesn't mind whenever he's not busy! He likes helping out.

I don't think that when he got reaped he had a partner. I feel like if he did have one he would maybe be less chill? He definitely has had a gf before but not at the moment.

Midge:

i think her family was a pretty small, maybe one or two siblings but nothing like Ryan. I feel like while her family was lovely, they didn't really understand her due to the rest of them being "normal" and she's... Midge.

She also lowkey gives me single parents vibes and that her now-deceased parent was a lot like her.

I think that she never was really interested in dating, she preferred doing magic tricks and wandering at night.

(ps: this was probably her face whenever one of her girlfriends talked about a boy they liked: 🤨🤨)

Kerna:

She probably has a few siblings, like three? Feel like they're all older and one is already over 18 and probably moved out and married? Maybe

Anyways she probably has a very kind family. Maybe a tad bit over protective but very soft and sweet with her.

I can see her having a boyfriend when she gets reaped. But due to her being so young it probably wasn't anything serious. She probs forgot he even existed after she got reaped 😭😭.

Clayton:

We've talked about him but i kinda wanna get a bit deeper in his problems. Because for someone so young those things are pretty bad.

I feel like his parents were always a little distant. Not fully mentally there. And when he started 'rebelling' they kinda just stopped.

I think that he has definitely started stealing long before his more serious problems came along. I think that he definitely has a lot of anger towards his parents and probably also towards himself. But he obviously had no healthy way to cope with it, probably damaging his mental health a little.

He probably started stealing when he was 12, fighting people when he was around 13-14 and drinking/smoking when he was 15

He probably has a situationship with some random ass man 💀. Not really helping his mental health either.

Anyways thank you sm for asking and listening to my yap session, Lily!!

[greensagephase]

The gifs - omg, they always give me LIFE! 😭 The iconic penguin one is my fav one, that's literally so Miguel here, but first! @thealleydog Thank you so much for reading this fic, even though the trope isn't one of your favorites. 💖🥹 I'm happy the bratty trope, which I'm a big fan of myself 🤭, is making this fic enjoyable for you. Also, your comment about my writing is incredibly sweet of you, and it's so touching that you gave this work a chance because of it! 🥰 (I'm gonna start crying fr. 😭)

Omg, the carne asada mention - the way I didn't even label it like that, but it was definitely a carne asada in my head lol (now I'm craving some of that good food again, even though we had it for my mom's birthday two weeks ago😭). Back to the penguin gif - SJSHDJKJSD that's 100% Miguel hating himself for thinking about Nena like that, but mans can't help it. Unfortunately for him, it's only going to get worse, hehe!

THE PRINCESS PEACH GIF - 💀! Reader truly barely got away from him on the elevator despite Miguel smelling her perfume, but then she did all that for nothing because she ended up running into Miguel anyway. Now, she may be losing her job, or maybe... 😌

I lowkey feel like I forgot about this fic, too, which sounds bad coming from me lol, but I've been so focused on the other fic. I really enjoyed writing this update, though, and I hope you enjoyed it, too, despite the long gap of time between updates. Also, thank you for the reminder to take my time with my work! I always appreciate the reminder because there are times I begin worrying about how long I take to update, so thank you! EEEEE, thank you for reading, pookie! I truly appreciate the support and kind words so much!🥹🥰💖

For Better Or Worse - Part Three

Pairings: CEO!Miguel O'Hara x Female!Reader Summary: After two weeks of no employment, you finally land a job, but it has a catch... Word Count: 8.5k Warnings: use of y/n and y/l/n; family nickname introduced for reader; still no name for your sister (I need to decide on a nickname); some cussing; alcohol consumption; some Spanish, but translations are provided in text; suggestive content, so MDNI; reader is fluent in Spanish; I think that's all? A/N: pls let me know if you'd like to continue to be tagged, or be added to the taglist! Masterlist | Spotify

Two weeks.

It has been two weeks…

Since Gabriel and your sister married.

Since Miguel and you were forced to take pictures together as the groom’s best man and bride’s maid of honor.

Since he found you in the wedding venue’s garden and stood beneath the garden lights alone.

Since Miguel questioned if your bad mood was due to the unsolicited comments from your pesky aunts and the conversation you overheard between Miguel and the wedding guest, who encouraged him to continue on with his bachelor life.

Most importantly, it has been two weeks since you nearly kissed and you later drove off into the night, leaving Miguel in the parking lot, irritated and confused.

Miguel takes a swig from a beer bottle, staring at everything except you. He swallows the liquid, his fingers tightly gripping the cold bottle while everyone chit-chats around him, completely unaware of his thoughts.

He scowls to himself as he takes another drink. These damn thoughts.

Damn you.

You drove off without a care.

It was a mistake, you said.

Mistakes do happen when under the influence, that is possible, but if it was a near mistake, then why does Miguel keep thinking about it? Why has the thought plagued his mind every single day since that night?

Miguel doesn’t know and that’s what pisses him off. “Mierda [shit],” Miguel mutters under his breath, his gaze flicking to you unwillingly. He spots you about thirty feet from him, sitting with your sister. Ever since you arrived to the small family gathering both sets of parents arranged for the newly married couple, who are back from their honeymoon, you’ve kept your distance and avoided him, but then again, that’s not new, is it? The thing is, you haven’t even spared him a glance. It’s as if he’s invisible to you alone. Realizing he’s still staring, Miguel finally tears his gaze away from you, upset with himself.

Miguel hasn’t seen you since the wedding night, but he’d be lying if he said that you haven’t crossed his mind over the last two weeks. Maybe a little too much, to his dismay. He’s been busy with work, as always, trying to find an assistant, a task that has proven to be rather a nightmare. You’d think that Nueva York would have a plethora of individuals more than qualified for the job, but it turns out that that task is much harder than he thought. It’s been bad candidate after bad candidate. Despite his busy schedule, Miguel has found himself thinking about you at random times, such as in the small pockets of free time at work and late at night when he should be sleeping.

Your face pops up in his mind, staring back at him with so much defiance. He sees your eyes with your defiance in them, framed by lovely eyelashes. There’s your lips, the type a man could easily lose himself in every night. He’s even recalled your scent, as if it’s printed into his very mind like a memory. Can he be blamed, though? You have the type of scent that will mess with a man’s head.

Miguel wills those thoughts away now, much like he has every time you’ve walked into his mind as if you own the space. You’re a vision; a seed that demands to take root and make a home in his head, but Miguel refuses to give you that satisfaction, even if you’re not aware of what you’ve done.

Taking another drink, Miguel’s cheeks flush when he recalls a specific moment on the wedding night. His grip on the bottle tightens as he remembers your defiant and bratty attitude, how it led to the thought of bending you over his knee and spanking you to tame that fiery attitude. He wondered then, would you continue with your attitude, or would you give another reaction?

Stupid alcohol, Miguel thinks to himself. Maybe he did drink too much that night, and maybe he’s not doing himself a favor by thinking about such things while drinking yet again, and especially not when you’re sitting thirty feet away from him with your respective families in the perimeter.

Unable to stop himself, Miguel gazes at you again. A drink is now in your hand and you’re still talking to your sister quietly, probably catching up.

“Hermano [brother].”

Miguel tears his eyes away from you once more as soon as he hears his younger brother’s voice, not wanting to be caught staring at a person he dislikes. Apparently.

“You seem distracted,” Gabriel comments, taking a seat next to Miguel. “You alright?”

“Yeah… Yeah,” Miguel starts with a sigh, the grip on his beer bottle loosening. “Just work, that’s all.” Miguel reassures his brother, obviously not willing to say anything else. Besides, it’s partly true.

“It’s the weekend, hermano [brother]. Work should be left at work,” Gabriel responds with a grin, placing a hand on his older brother’s broad shoulder. “Try to relax and enjoy your free time — time with family and friends, yes?”

“I’m trying, really.”

“Does this have to do with the fact that you haven’t found a personal assistant yet?”

Miguel nods, using that as an excuse. “Yeah, that’s part of it. It’s been tough,” Miguel replies, leaning back. “Every single candidate that’s been interviewed hasn’t met the requirements. You’d think that in such a big city I would’ve already found someone,” he continues with a roll of his eyes, that being true. HR and himself have interviewed candidate after candidate and yet, he remains without a personal assistant. At this rate, Miguel feels like he’ll be without one for another month, or so until the right person finds the job post. Unwillingly, he lifts his gaze towards you, only allowing himself to stare at you for a second or two before giving his attention to Gabriel again.

“I swear, you and Nena are so alike,” Gabriel says with a grin [translates to baby/babe; feminine noun].

“Nena?” Miguel asks, raising an eyebrow with confusion.

“Y/N. That’s her family nickname. Her parents and my wife call her that, and well, now that I’m part of their family, she’s allowed me to call her that, too,” Gabriel happily replies, pleased that he’s been given this privilege, and of course, taking the opportunity to state that he has a wife now, something Miguel very much lacks.

“I see. Nena…” Miguel trails off, thinking about your nickname and the fact that his brother is allowed to call you that. He pushes the thought aside, remembering Gabriel’s words. “I doubt we have anything in common, by the way.”

With a snort, Gabriel grins before it slowly fades. “According to my wife, la Nena has been very busy lately and seems stressed out [the baby]. We think it’s about work,” he continues, referring to himself and your sister.

At that, Miguel’s mind turns back to two weeks ago, but unfortunately, he’s briefly distracted by clips of that night at the garden. He recalls perfectly the way you gazed at him with such boldness, the tone of your voice, lips — it’s like a short movie. Slightly shaking his head, Miguel focuses on the conversation.

You’re stressed out and busy. He recalls, successfully pushing past what his mind wishes to focus on so badly, that you were in a bad mood when he joined you at the garden. He initially assumed that you were upset because of your aunts’ comments and the remarks and suggestion that had been made to him about enjoying his bachelor life and having ‘fun’.

Miguel remembers your words; you didn’t care, you weren’t mad for the reasons he was assuming. With this new information, Miguel silently wonders if you were upset because of work. Staring at you, he questions if it’s just work being work, or if there’s a far more delicate situation that has been unresolved even two weeks later. He tries to remember where you work at, but then again, he’s never been interested to know that information. What for? He dislikes you anyway.

Miguel grunts quietly, turning his attention back to his brother. “Perhaps it’s just work. You know how it gets sometimes,” Miguel finally says, deciding that it’s not his business. He silently wishes you luck with whatever is going on at work, though. “How did you like the hotel? Was everything alright?” Miguel asks, changing the subject to the honeymoon accommodations as an attempt to stop talking about you. He’s thought about you plenty, he doesn’t need to be talking about you now, too.

“Oof, nena, you should’ve seen how beautiful the resort was. The ocean…” your sister continues, eagerly sharing details of her honeymoon, and while it may seem like you’re fully paying attention to her, your thoughts are elsewhere.

Specifically, on that man sitting on the other side of the room. You sigh softly, your sister still going on about her honeymoon, bless her, while you’re distracted thinking about her now brother-in-law, who’s now something to you, too, and not in the way people would assume with your respective siblings’ union.

While your sister was off in her honeymoon, you spent every day looking and applying for jobs. It felt like you were in about a hundred interviews and applied for jobs twice the amount, but to no avail. You ran into obstacles, like a job no longer being available, or actually reaching the interview phase, only to be told that you weren’t what the company was looking for. Your prospects began to feel bleak as the days went on and on. Late at night, you laid on your bed thinking of ways to make your resume more appealing and improve your interview skills, wondering if you were simply rusty, or if your former boss’s promise was true.

He made the promise to make it hard for you to get a job, for every door to close in your face and even though you didn’t want to think about it, his promise seemed to hold truth as the days went on.

On the second week of being unemployed and with your former boss’s promise hanging over your head, you finally decided to consider other jobs, just in case.

“And then — oh my goodness — Gabriel and I went to a museum, and we were able to see…” your sister goes on, oblivious to the turmoil in your mind, to the entire situation of you becoming unemployed just before her wedding.

It was your decision to consider other careers on Tuesday night, just a few days ago, that led to your new and current employment status: employed.

After making a list of jobs to consider, you went down a rabbit hole in obnoxious job boards, filled with both real and fake job posts. It was nearly three in the morning when you decided to search for the last job position you had written on your notepad, that being a personal assistant.

Hours later after falling asleep, you reworded your resume so it would be catered to each position you were applying for. Of course, you got a few rejections right off the bat, but you did your best to remain positive.

It was finally on Wednesday evening that you received an email from a recruiter working in one of the largest companies in the country offering you an interview for the next day if possible. Of course, you accepted and the next day showed up for it.

The great news? You got the job, which you’ll start on Monday, as a personal assistant for some department head.

It was after you accepted the job, however, that you got an itch. Something prompted you to do further research about the company; to learn more than what you had already from the job’s post about the company and its background. To say that you experienced one of the biggest shocks in your life when you read the CEO’s name, which wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the three paragraphs of information in the job post, and saw their picture show up within the results, is an understatement.

You didn’t know there was a catch to your new job, but there is.

The man sitting on the other side of the room with your now brother-in-law — the same man you left standing alone in the wedding venue’s parking lot two weeks ago — is the CEO of said company.

Miguel freaking O’Hara.

After reading his name only about a hundred times to make sure your eyes were not deceiving you and playing a sick, diabolical, and twisted joke on you, you laughed in disbelief and at the irony of it all.

Miguel O’Hara is the CEO of Alchemax and in over forty-eight hours, you’ll be stepping foot in his building to work as a personal assistant to one of his department heads.

How wonderful!

You almost laugh again in disbelief in front of your sister as she continues to talk about her honeymoon, but you hold yourself back.

The thought of withdrawing your acceptance letter crossed your mind once Miguel’s eyes met yours through your laptop’s screen. You’d be lying if you said otherwise, but of course, rationality kicked in and you asked yourself if you’re truly that prideful — prideful enough to decline a job when you’re in no position to do so.

The answer was and continues to be no.

Besides, as you pondered the situation later that night, you realized that the probability of Miguel finding out is low. As CEO, you doubt Miguel even leaves his floor to check on other departments. It’s likely that those directing each department within the company go to him to report, like they’re visiting some tyrannical king demanding tithe from the people in his kingdom.

Okay, maybe that was too dramatic, but you were upset at the turn of events — at your luck.

After convincing yourself that Miguel will never discover your employment at Alchemax because you’ll likely won’t run into him, you came up with a game plan: you’ll work as a personal assistant for a few months before you begin applying for other jobs within your own field.

You figure that in a few months, if your boss’s promise is truly real, the whole thing might blow over by then.

At least, you hope so.

In the meantime, you’ll work at Alchemax and keep a low profile to support yourself until everything is back to normal.

Your plan, however, doesn’t include telling your family any time soon about your work changes. There were plenty of opportunities for you to share the situation with your parents over the last two weeks, but you were unable to do so. Even now, staring at your younger sister, you find the idea difficult. Just thinking about sharing the situation with them, or anyone, really, brings you feelings of discomfort and even shame.

You know your family cares for and loves you, but those feelings still come to you and take you to a negative mindset: What if your family has a seed of doubt regarding your actions, thinking you may have given your former boss a reason for his behavior? You know that’s not possible, but still. Your body freezes at the idea of telling them, or anyone for that matter, about what you experienced. So, for now, you’ll keep that information close to your heart until you’re ready to speak about it.

“That all sounds so lovely,” you answer when your sister finishes talking and stares at you expectantly. You realize you’ve been too distracted, so you refocus on your sister and the conversation, trying to push away everything that’s happened since the wedding. “I’m glad Gabriel and you had a great time.”

“Thank you, nena,” your sister responds with a smile, her eyes watching you with careful attention. “Talk to me?” she asks suddenly. “Something is bothering you.”

“I’ve told you. I’m alright. Just… Tired,” you answer with a sigh, which is not a lie. You’re mentally exhausted from this entire ordeal. “I just need to rest,” you assure your sister to maintain the strong image, as always.

You turn towards Gabriel and Miguel, finding them looking at the two of you. Gabriel gives you a cheeky grin, gesturing with his head towards his now wife before you quickly and subtly glance at Miguel. Your gazes lock for several seconds before you look away and back at your sister. “I think your husband is trying to get your attention,” you point out, which makes your sister giggle like a school girl.

“I don’t think I’ll get used to that any time soon. My husband,” your sister says with a sigh of contentment. With Gabriel in mind, she puts her thoughts and worries about you aside. Thankfully. She pats your arm before standing up. “I’ll be back.”

With a nod, you watch her walk away and meet Gabriel halfway to have a moment straight out of a romcom. You look away to give the couple privacy, but you end up locking gazes with Miguel again, which makes you cuss internally.

Miguel feels the same way. All he was trying to do was look away from the telenovela-worthy moment between the couple, but he ended up meeting your gaze. For some damn reason.

You scowl softly, not at Miguel, but at yourself before standing up and exiting the space in need of a moment to yourself, away from the man who’s now your boss.

Meanwhile, Miguel watches you leave, struggling with the fact that his legs moved by instinct, as if they have a mind of their own and wish to follow you. For what? Miguel doesn’t know. It’s not like he’s going to talk to you about what almost happened two weeks ago. You clearly wanted nothing to do with that. So, Miguel supposes… There’s nothing to talk about. It was alcohol. Period.

Miguel should focus on family and work, and not on that moment during the wedding. Or, about you being stressed out. It’s none of his business.

Still… Miguel watches you leave and silently wonders what’s happening in your life. Is what’s causing you problems now, the same thing that was bothering you two weeks ago? Is it the same thing that was affecting your mood that night, when you told him your world didn’t revolved around him.

It’s the truth, but God, did Miguel wish it did that night.

“¿Hermano [brother]?” Gabriel says.

Mierda [shit]. “¿Que paso [what happened?/what’s up?]?” Miguel answers abruptly, feeling as if his thoughts were on displayed somewhere and he’s been caught.

“Uh… You okay?” Gabriel asks with your sister at his side, both staring at him like he’s grown three heads.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just thinking, that’s all,” Miguel grumbles, standing up. “I’m sorry. I think I need some fresh air. Excuse me.” With that, Miguel walks out. “Fuck,” he mutters once outside, rubbing his eyes. What has gotten into him?

You.

You have defiantly pushed your way into his head and taken residence without his permission. Worst of all… Miguel can’t seem to evict you.

“Focus, Miguel,” he tells himself quietly. “Get a grip, por Dios [for God].” With a heavy sigh, he looks around, still trying to calm himself when his eyes find you in your family’s garden.

Garden.

He swallows, watching you observe the greenery, and wonders why God is testing him by making the two of you run into yet another garden. Yes, he went out the same door you did, but he wasn’t expecting a damn garden out here. Or, rather, he didn’t give himself enough time to think about what would be out here. Miguel steps back, ready to head back inside to avoid any awkwardness and other unwelcome feelings.

Sighing quietly yet again, Miguel shakes his head. He tells himself that now that the wedding is over and that the newlyweds are back from their honeymoon, it’s likely you and him won’t see much of each other. He’ll probably see you in about three months for some dinner, or something of the sorts and by then, Miguel reassures himself, you’ll be out of his mind and he won’t even remember you exist until then.

As the saying goes: out of sight, out of mind.

Right?

With that thought, Miguel quietly steps back inside, unaware of the fact that you’re now working at Alchemax.

_♡_

Typing away at your desk, you glance at the digital clock. It’s nearly lunch time and soon, you’ll be heading out to collect food for your boss.

It’s now Wednesday, meaning you’ve survived at least half of your first week at this new job. You didn’t think it would be too, too hard, but it’s certainly been a bit stressful at times with your boss asking you to bring things to him from establishments and running back. You sigh. At least, Mr. Parker is nice. From what you’ve learned, he’s a happily married man and a father of one, which he showed you photos of on Monday. Tuesday. And earlier, too… When he showed you photos of his daughter’s ‘thinking’ and ‘when she’s about to burp’ faces.

As you gazed at the photos of Mayday, Mr. Parker’s daughter, making the same face, you were reminded of your sister and Gabriel. For some reason, Mr. Parker’s energy for his child seems like something that would match them, too.

The sound of a notification tears your thoughts away from Mr. Parker and his enthusiasm about being a father to a reminder you made earlier. It’s time to go pick up his lunch from a nearby establishment, one of Mr. Parker’s favorites apparently.

You quickly head out without notifying Mr. Parker. He informed you on the first day that you can head out to retrieve what’s needed without notifying him since it’ll simply be a disruption for him. As long as you go to where you need to go and head straight back to the building, you’re good in his eyes.

The walk to the establishment is short, really. It probably takes you longer to reach the building’s lobby from the floor you work on than the walk from the lobby to the restaurant. It’s only your third day, but you’ve already learned that you hate elevator rides in this building, especially during lunch time, when the elevators are stuffed with people heading out to or coming back from lunch, on top of the people who are still clocked in traveling between floors.

It’s not so much the fact that there’s so many people, but more that some people seem to not be aware of the simple concept that is deodorant. That’s when it sucks.

You soon find yourself back in an elevator with Mr. Parker’s food, ready to have your own lunch while he has his. Unlike him, though, you’ve bought your own from home.

You’re not tight on money, but the significant less pay as an assistant means you need to be more careful about your money and besides, you’ve always preferred to bring your own lunch. Less time is wasted walking or driving around to food establishments and of course, in a city this large, there’s always the risk of long waiting times or things of the sort during lunch hour.

As the elevator ascends, you patiently wait, watching other people get on and off every time it stops. It’s all fine until you hear a voice during a stop, but not just any voice.

Miguel’s voice.

Your eyes widen when you take a peek and spot Miguel walking towards the elevator with another man, talking to each other. That’s all you manage to see before you move quickly.

“Sorry — Excuse me,” you awkwardly apologize to a man who’s been on the elevator from God knows what floor before hiding behind him because of his height.

Only a second later, Miguel’s voice reaches your ears, signaling that he’s inside the elevator now.

“The meeting is in an hour,” a man says, who you assume was walking with him just seconds ago.

“I know, I know,” Miguel answers quietly before he sighs, standing in the front. Or, at least you assume so since you’re hiding behind the man. “I truly need an assistant.”

“You still haven’t found one, even after the interviews from yesterday?” the man asks, earning himself a scoff from Miguel.

“No,” Miguel answers. “Still no assistant.”

“No pierdas la esperanza [don’t lose [the] faith]. I’m sure the perfect assistant will soon find their way to you,” the man answers with amusement. “I have a feeling… By the end of the week, there will be a candidate, who’s perfect for the role.”

“Ay, que Dios te escuche [ay, may God hear you],” Miguel replies with a hint of exhaustion. “Porque no puedo continuar así [because I can’t continue like this]. I nearly missed a video conference yesterday. Thankfully, I remembered it, but I definitely need someone to help me with my schedule. Hopefully, someone will occupy the position soon.”

“I’m certain someone will, don’t stress about it,” the man responds.

It’s a bad decision, but you dare take a peek after their short exchange. For a brief second, you gaze at the back of Miguel’s head before he begins to look over his shoulder, as if he senses someone’s gaze.

Of course, you quickly hide again behind the poor man, who’s not even aware of your shenanigans, and barely avoid being caught. With that, you play it safe and stick behind the man, deciding you’ll stay there until you reach your floor, but then…

You look up at the digital screen announcing the floor numbers and remember. Miguel has to be on the top floor of this building, meaning he’ll be the last person to get off the elevator.

The problem is, you need to get off before him and in order to do that, you must walk past him first.

Cursing internally, you look around both subtly and frantically as you try to think of a way to handle this. Here you were, thinking you’d make it through your first week without running into Miguel at all, but you seem to have overlooked the possibility of ending up on the same elevator ride.

The elevator stops, reminding you that you’re halfway to your designated floor and still without a solution. You note some people get off and only two get on. On the next floor, the man in front of you steps forward, making his exit. You immediately move behind a woman, lowering your face as best as possible just in case Miguel decides to glance back again.

The elevator continues to go past floors, heading for yours faster than you’d like. You silently hope that Miguel has business in one of the next few floors and that he’ll get off the elevator, but of course, your luck is not that great because Miguel stays put.

Your nerves increase as the elevator continues to ascend. This is it. You either get off in the next three floors where you’ll meet Mr. Parker with his lunch, or stay on the elevator until it’s just Miguel and you.

Your grip on the lunch bag tightens as the sound of the elevator rings in your ears once more. You straighten your shoulders, ready to walk out when it’s your turn and let whatever needs to happen, happen.

However… Your hope rises again when a delivery man enters the elevator, carrying a large gift basket and bouquet of flowers. He politely states what floor he needs to stop on, that being the next floor and one before yours.

Moving swiftly, you slide next to the delivery man, but on the opposite side of Miguel so you avoid walking directly past him. As soon as the delivery man begins to move when the elevator doors open on his floor, you move in sync with him, using the packages he’s carrying to hide yourself.

As soon as you’re out of the elevator, you dart to the side and walk down a hallway to distance yourself from the elevator. You only stop when you hear the elevator’s doors close and finally glance back, thankfully finding no one else in the lobby.

“Dios [God],” you whisper, sighing in relief. “Too close, too close.” Shaking your head, you head for the stairs to reach your floor, no longer wanting to be in an elevator after that. You silently wonder what’s the probability of that happening again during the few months you plan on working here and realize, it’s too high for your liking.

After successfully delivering lunch to Mr. Parker and having your own lunch, you continue to work. The day continues on with you performing your duties consisting of answering the phone, making and taking coffee to Mr. Parker, replying to emails, and so on.

It's four in the afternoon when you notice Parker step out of his office, adjusting his tie. “Hey, I have a meeting in ten minutes. Can you please make fresh coffee for two?” he asks, glancing at you.

“Of course, I'll have it ready, sir,” you reply, already knowing about the meeting since you have access to the schedule. You just don’t know who it’s with since there’s no such details listed.

“Thank you! I'll be back,” he answers, heading for the restrooms.

You answer one more email before you head to the break room to make the coffee, pondering life as you wait for it to be ready. Once it's done, you pour the coffee into two mugs and gather some napkins, sugar, and cream just in case the other person needs some.

At last, you head to Parker's office, carrying the mugs on a small tray you found laying around the break room. You'll be honest, you didn't expect to be doing this kind of work at this point in your career, but well, here you are. It's not that it's bad or beneath you, but it does bring you some anger. You worked so hard to reach your previous position and all for it to be taken away from you by a disgusting human who can't be faithful to his wife nor keep his hands to himself.

With a sigh, you tell yourself to stop thinking about it, to not let that man ruin your mood. At least, this job seems safe in that you won’t see yourself jobless due to a similar situation. Mr. Parker seems like a good man overall, deeply in love and happy with his family. You also haven’t heard a single negative comment about him from the other employees in this department, unlike your previous job where you had heard negative rumors, so that gives you hope.

When you finally reach Parker's office, you knock quietly to announce yourself before stepping inside. You make yourself as invisible as possible while your boss talks to the other person, who you briefly notice is a man. Still, you maintain your gaze focused on the task at hand, keeping to yourself and not being nosy about who the other person is.

“So, any fun plans for the weekend?” Parker asks the man, whose face is hidden behind some documents.

Once you reach the table, you place the first mug in front of the visitor and proceed to do the same for Mr. Parker. After gathering the thin packets of sugar and little tubs of creamer from the tray, you place them on the desk along with the napkins just as your boss looks up at you to acknowledge you.

“That will be all for now. Thank you, Y/N,” Parker states, politely dismissing you.

“Of course, Mr. Parker,” you answer, picking up the tray to take back with you. As you do so, you lift your gaze unwillingly and feel your heart sink when you meet a pair of all too familiar brown eyes.

Miguel’s.

You stare back, noting a mixture of recognition and bafflement in his eyes before you break out of whatever trance the two of you have fallen into.

“Excuse me,” you state quietly before you hurriedly walk away from the desk, hearing the scrape of a chair behind you.

“Is something wrong, Miguel?” Mr. Parker asks as you exit the office and quickly but quietly closing the door after you.

You lean back on the door, your heart pounding. “Shit,” you mutter to yourself. You didn't make it through the first week without being discovered by Miguel after all. Sighing heavily, you stay there for a few more seconds before pushing yourself off the door and reaching your desk. You attempt to shake off the emotions running through you while checking the digital calendar to see how long this meeting has been scheduled for.

“Thirty minutes,” you mumble, knowing that the meeting can either be cut short or go over by a few minutes. Huffing, you decide to pay extra attention. If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to hear their voices grow closer as Parker and Miguel approach the door when the meeting is over. If you do, you can make a quick run for the restroom or the break room and avoid Miguel completely. At least, for today.

So, you keep track of time while doing your job, determined to avoid Miguel for today. As the thirty minutes come close to an end, you decide to go ahead and head to the break room and wait there. About three minutes later, you deem it safe to return to your station, especially when you don’t hear any talking or footsteps. Feeling safe, you walk out of the break room with confidence only to run into something hard, or rather someone.

“Woah! Are you okay?” you hear Parker’s voice, but it’s not him you've ran into.

“I’m sor-” you start, suddenly feeling large and warm hands taking hold of your arms to steady you. Looking up, you continue. ”-rry, I didn’t see you-” you continue, but pause when you realize who you’ve ran into.

Of course. It just had to be him. Miguel. The one person you were trying to avoid.

Meanwhile, Miguel gazes back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continues to hold you.

Coming to your senses, you gently pull away and straighten yourself.

“You alright?” Parker asks again.

“Yes. I’m perfectly fine, thank you,” you answer, avoiding looking at the imposing CEO who’s sending daggers your way.

“You almost missed him,” Parker eagerly says when he hears you’re alright, not knowing that that’s precisely what you were trying to do. “This is our CEO. Meet Miguel O’Hara,” he says with a smile.

“We know ea -” Miguel starts at the same time you give him the most fake smile Miguel has ever seen before you offer a handshake.

“Oh! It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. O’Hara,” you quickly interject with a smile before you introduce yourself — making it seem like you don’t know Miguel at all.

With a subtle frown, Miguel accepts and shakes your hand. He may not show it, but he’s filled with disbelief and something else he can’t pinpoint right now at the fact that you’re pretending not to know him. He can’t help but ask himself if you truly dislike him this much that you’re going so far as to pretend not to know him. “Nice to meet you,” Miguel answers a few seconds later, forcing himself to say those words when in reality, he wants to make it clear that you two are no strangers. He doesn’t, however. Miguel respects your decision, even if it upsets him, for now.

“She’s my new assistant,” Parker announces as Miguel feels you trying to withdraw your hand, which Miguel reluctantly allows. “Only three days on the job and already doing wonderfully!”

“That’s great,” Miguel answers, staring at you with a now blank expression despite everything. He forces himself not to say anything else, or he’ll end up pulling you away with him to his office to get answers. Inhaling sharply, he tears his gaze away from you to face Peter, knowing that if he sticks around for too long, it’ll raise Peter’s suspicions. He already had to make some weird explanation for his reaction from earlier when Miguel realized it was you dropping the coffee off. Peter, rightfully so, questioned once more if everything was alright once you exited the office because it was impossible to miss the way Miguel abruptly stood up, so fast and suddenly his chair scraped the floor.

Miguel ended up composing himself, even though it took everything in him to not follow you, and explained to Peter that he suddenly wondered if he had forgotten about a meeting. Thankfully, his current lack of assistant made his excuse believable and Peter brushed off the incident after that. Now, Miguel clears his throat. “I must get going. I have a call to make. We’ll stay in touch.”

“You got it, boss!” Peter says, totally unaware of the tension between Miguel and you.

Standing silently with your hands clasped in front of you, Miguel turns his gaze to you again. When your eyes meet, you see it clearly. A promise. Miguel will find out what’s happening, one way or another. Today, or tomorrow.

“Good afternoon, miss,” Miguel addresses you, still giving you a blank expression.

“Afternoon, sir,” you answer, causing a muscle in Miguel’s jawline to twitch.

Sir.

You’ve never addressed Miguel as such, and for some damn reason, hearing you call him that stirs something in him, something he quickly pushes aside. He gives you a curt nod before walking away, his steps determined.

“Well, work calls. We still have about half an hour,” Peter says, turning on his heel and heading back to his office.

You follow after Parker, returning to your own desk. However, you dare steal a glance, only to find Miguel at the elevator, waiting for the doors to open. He watches you from a far, a hint of a glare now present on his beautifully sculpted face. Despite your position, you stare back with a blank expression, holding eye contact until the elevator’s doors open.

Almost reluctantly, Miguel enters the surprisingly empty elevator from where he continues to stare at you, standing right in the middle.

Aware of his glare and stance, you’re tempted to wave goodbye out of spite, but quickly remember you can’t afford to be petty or anything of the sort, so you refrain. At last, the doors close with Miguel staring at you until the very last second.

It’s until then, that your figure relaxes and you realize you’ve been holding your breath.

As the elevator ascends to Miguel’s floor, a million thoughts run through his mind.

Mierda [shit].

What the hell is happening? Why are you here?

Miguel runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. Several seconds later, his head snaps up when he truly notes the elevator’s noise that announces each floor, suddenly reminded of something.

He leans back on an elevator wall, almost out of breath when he realizes. You were in the elevator when Fernando, his colleague, and him got on the elevator earlier today after they stopped at one of the other floors when they came back from lunch. He knows that because earlier, he thought himself a fool for thinking you were here in the building. Why?

Because as soon as he entered the elevator and the doors closed, Miguel caught whiff of your perfume. He recognized it, for some reason, and immediately thought of you, of that lovely scent. It nearly made his knees buckle to think you were there, but the rational side of him immediately reminded him that that was impossible — for you to be in the building.

Even after telling himself that, Miguel eventually glanced back. He didn’t know what he was expecting to find; you, standing there with a look of indifference towards him, or one of rebellion. Of course, he didn’t find you and chastised himself for being a fool for thinking you’d be there when you had no business in the Alchemax building, or so he believed.

Now, Miguel connects the dots. You were in the elevator at the same time as him, just feet from him. He recalls a tall gentleman behind Fernando and him, tall enough for someone of your height to hide behind.

“You brat,” Miguel mutters, as he realizes you were the woman that rushed out of the elevator with the delivery man. He found it odd earlier when he noticed that, but he dismissed it as an employee simply being in a rush from their lunch break. It’s clear to him now that you saw him and hid throughout the entire elevator ride until you found an escape, using the delivery man to successfully do so.

You had no plans of letting him discover you, that’s for certain, except you didn’t count on him having a meeting with Peter in his office and not Miguel’s.

Stepping out of the elevator and walking to his office, Miguel reflects on the moment he realized it was you who was dropping the coffee of. His attention was fully on the documents in front of him, but that changed as soon as he heard your name uttered by Peter’s mouth. Unwillingly, he lowered the documents to satisfy his curiosity. Miguel huffs as he enters his office. Yes, his curiosity because he needed to know if it was you, even if a part of his brain was telling him that that was impossible yet again. It had to be someone else with the same name. At least, that’s what Miguel told himself as he lowered the documents to satisfy his need to know.

And then, there you were, standing next to Peter’s desk and holding some tray.

It wasn’t in Miguel’s head and he wasn’t a fool after all.

You were actually there, as if you had left his head to manifest yourself in front of him. When you finally lifted your gaze to his and locked eyes, that only made the moment even more real.

In his office, Miguel paces back and forth out of frustration.

Does your family know? Miguel immediately realizes it’s likely that they don’t. If they did, your sister would’ve told Gabriel, and Gabriel would’ve surely mentioned it to him. Running a hand over his face, Miguel remembers Gabriel mentioned you were busy and stressed out because of work. The thing is, Miguel also recalls Peter’s words from earlier.

He mentioned you were only three days into your job and doing well, which means you were in between jobs at some point over the last week, but if Miguel thinks back to the wedding night and your behavior…

“¿Qué paso [what happened]?” Miguel asks himself, staring out from one of his windows now. “What happened that you’re now here?”

He doesn’t voice it out loud, but he also wonders, heavily, why you pretended not to know him.

That moment floods his mind, inciting that strange feeling he felt when you pretended not to know him again. It’s a bad feeling.

Hurt?

Rejection?

Both?

Miguel shakes his mind. It can’t be any of that because if it were, then that would mean that Miguel was bothered by your actions, and that would mean he cares, or something like that, which he doesn’t.

He doesn’t care at all. He doesn’t care about you. It’s whatever.

And yet…

“Focus,” Miguel mumbles, forcing himself to return to his desk to work, however, he can’t do so successfully. He needs to know what’s going on and he plans on finding out sooner than later. With that in mind, he finally finds a shred of concentration to complete his tasks.

At five o’clock, Miguel shuts everything down and heads down to the first floor. He patiently waits in the lobby, his gaze glued to the elevators to avoid missing you. As he waits, he can’t help but wonder about your previous job. Did something happen? He doesn’t know much, but he does know that your previous job wasn’t that of an assistant and while the job is an honest one, it’s still a drastic change of career, at least in his eyes. The fact that your family doesn’t seem to know either, raises alarms in his head.

Miguel’s thoughts come to a halt when he finally spots you exit an elevator, carrying your purse. He wastes no time and approaches, intercepting your path, which earns himself a glare from you.

“You,” you state simply, forgetting in the moment that Miguel is essentially your boss.

“Me,” Miguel grumbles. “What’s happening?”

“Nothing. Nothing is happening. Goodbye now,” you reply, trying to walk past Miguel, but he has other plans because he takes hold of your arm, firmly yet gently to avoid hurting you. “Hey — let go.”

“Not until you answer my questions,” Miguel continues, holding you. “What are you doing here working at Alchemax, as Peter’s assistant?”

“That’s not your concern,” you answer curtly. “Now, please let go… Sir.”

Sir.

There it is again. That stirring in Miguel. He pushes it away, however, and forces himself to focus on the important fact, which is that you’re working here. He also finds himself unsettled by your tone of respect. It’s not like you’ve ever been blatantly disrespectful towards him, but there’s certainly a shift in your attitude. In seconds, Miguel realizes that you’re aware of your position. You’re holding back with your defiance, keeping yourself respectful because of your positions — his position being one of power and yours of little to none. Miguel swallows at that, his grip loosening. “What happened?” Miguel asks again, less harshly. “Why are you working here?”

“That’s none of your concern,” you answer, giving the same response.

“Please, don’t give me that shit,” Miguel replies, truly trying to get answers.

Staring at him, you sense a far more gentle tone from Miguel, but still, you’re not about to tell him anything. You haven’t even told your family about it. “You’re my employer,” you respond, more collected. “You have no right to ask me those questions. That’s personal.”

Miguel sighs in disappointed when you hit him with that, knowing he can’t push too much. “Personal…”

“Yes, personal. And also, you have no right to mention this to my family,“ you remind him, looking straight at him.

“I see,” Miguel responds, humming. Your statement simply confirms his suspicions; your family doesn’t know.

“Have a great evening… Sir,” you mumble, pulling your arm free from his grip. This time, Miguel releases you.

For the second time, Miguel watches you leave him behind.

_♡_

The next day, you manage your way through the workload. Despite what happened yesterday, you do your best to focus on the duties since you don’t want to lose your job for being distracted. It all goes smoothly until after lunch when Mr. Parker calls you into his office. You walk in, expecting Parker to ask for a coffee or even a tea, however, he shocks you with his words.

“I was just notified that Mr. O’Hara would like to see you,” he says, tapping a finger on his desk.

“I — Yes, sir,” you answer, faltering for a second. With a heavy heart, you return to your desk with a single thought echoing in your head; you’ve been fired.

With that thought in mind, you pick up your purse and grab your few belongings. Certain you’ve been fired, you ride the elevator to Miguel’s floor.

The elevator ride is weird. On one side, it feels like the longest elevator ride and yet, it also feels short because you step out onto the lobby all too soon. With a sigh, you look around to locate Miguel’s office, but you don’t spot it right away since there’s various doors. And to be honest, you’re a bit distracted by the current situation. You’re going to be fired.

A few seconds later, a man comes out of from an office and approaches you with a smile. “Hey, you must be Miss Y/L/N. Mr. O’Hara is waiting for you,” he informs you. “Follow me.”

Following the man, you’re led down a long hallway that screams ‘CEO floor’ before a desk comes into view. It’s placed to the side, just outside a pair of mahogany doors. You note it’s empty, no sign of someone working there, but you quickly clear your thoughts of that. You have far more important things to worry about, like the fact that you’ve been fired and that Miguel has requested you to see you sign some kind of termination paper and rub it on your face.

The man finally opens one of the doors and steps aside, gesturing for you to enter. Once inside, the door closes and you find yourself in one of the most luxurious offices you’ve ever been in. Natural light seeps into the office from ceiling to floor windows. A comfortable-looking couch sits on one side of the room with a coffee table in front of it. Plants, whether artificial or real, decorate and bring life to the space. Bookcases filled with books and some photographs line one wall. In the middle, there’s a large mahogany desk, long enough for an individual to comfortably lay on. A set of chairs are in front of it, for visitors.

Most importantly, the most powerful man in the building sits behind the desk on his throne.

Watching you, Miguel lowers his hand from his face, looking every bit the part of a powerful CEO. “Take a seat.”

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A/N: Hiii... so it's been *checks last chapter and grimaces* five months since the last update. 😬 I was supposed to update this sooner, but ✨life✨ happens and I also have another Miguel fic that takes much of my writing time bc I be writing 12k--20k-ish word chapters for it (🙂‍↕️iykyk), so I kinda left this fic in the back burner. I also, long story short, took a break from social media for the entirety of January because I felt mentally low.

So... We're here now and I'm glad to have updated this fic, even after months! I'm trying to arrange a writing schedule, so I can rotate between fics successfully and that way I don't leave this fic without updates for so long, so we'll see how that goes!

Thank you for reading this chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it!

So... what did you guys think about Miguel? 🤭What about la Nena working at Alchemax now? lmk! Ok, another thing... Can you guys drop a nickname idea for Nena's sister? It's chapter 3 and I'm still using 'your sister' 'his wife' sjdkfjkdfjd I was going to call her Lily, but then, there's the issue of a reader potentially coming along and their name being exactly that, so it would ruin the experience for said reader(s). It doesn't have to be in Spanish, so drop any recs below, pls.

p.s. my pooks, @lauraolar14 , has drawn fanart from p1 and some sketches inspired by this current chapter from a two paragraph snippet I share a few days ago (she's always feeding us so well fr). Go check them out and show support to my lovely friend!

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Quick note about reader's nickname: As stated in the in-text translations, 'nena' translates to 'baby' or 'babe' and can be used as an affectionate nickname without any romance involved (this is literally what my family has been calling me since I was born; my real name is used when I'm in trouble). It's like Baby from Dirty Dancing (the movie; and one of my favs; Patrick Swayze 😩) where she's called that by her family. In Spanish, I'll be using 'la Nena' sometimes because the language calls for me to use 'la' (the), which I know doesn't really make sense in English because in English you wouldn't say, "the Baby is in the office", unlike how in Spanish you'd say, "La Nena esta en la oficina". It would be, "Baby is in the office", but languages! So, I hope no one (non-Spanish speakers) is confused by that.

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If One Piece Guys Are IRL Bfs part 1

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Author's note: guess who's writing fanfic to cope with the stress 🤩🤼‍♀️ it's exam period and the teacher gave us tons of projects I'm questioning my sanity rn, fictional characters are the only thing keeping me sane 🙄

Part 2 is out here! also this is all fluff and comfort

and here's my ultimate masterlist 😋

pairings! zoro, ace, law (separate) x gn! reader

Roronoa Zoro:

The type of bf that lets you do whatever you want, wear whatever you want

You want to wear a revealing clothes, baby? That's too revealing? Nah, if anyone dares to do anything to you, I'll protect you and be4t them if they dare do something

Very chill boyfriend, the perfect amount of protectiveness; not too much but he can be a little overprotective sometimes and not too little to the extent you feel uncared for

His favorite date is going to the gym and workout together, going on a walk at the park surrounded by nature is also one of his favorite dates

A good listener, would listen to your rants but get distracted by your lips

Definitely lets you lie on his big chest during cuddle sessions

He can be possessive sometimes, like he wants the world to know you're his and he's yours but only sometimes, not toxic possessiveness y'know

Honestly might be the type to forget about your date plans because he fell asleep and forgot about the time (unintentionally) or got lost on the way to the location so you gotta be the one that picks him up for the date

Tbh I can't see Zoro driving you home because one, he doesn't have a car and two, he's not allowed to drive because he still gets lost even with GPS💀

But he will; walk you home, give you piggyback rides on the way home or send you into a taxi

I think he has a motorcycle but he rarely uses it

9.5/10 because he gets lost and so are late to most dates

Portgas D. Ace:

Can you tell, he's my favorite sunshine boy😭

Sunshine, the extroverted playful golden retriever type of boyfriend

Very wholesome, will buy you pads and tampons (if you have periods), bring chocolates and cuddle with you when you're having a bad day (without you asking)

Man is a walking heater, his favorites are cuddles and headpats!

He initiates most of the dates because he just loves you so much😭 but sometimes he fell asleep and forgot about the time too

I feel like even though with that easy going and confident exterior, he's actually really insecure tho

Like why would you want to date him, does he deserve your love, if you're better off with other person blablabla those kind of thoughts gets to him late at night that's why he always does his best to give your love back

No, sir. Listen. You're very lovable and you deserve all the love sir portgas, I'll marry you so shut up 🗣️

Very protective but in a lowkey way possessive. He lets you do whatever you want but the moment he felt someone's eyes linger more than it should on you, he'll be sending death glares

Asks for relationship advice from Marco, Sabo, and the other

I feel like he would have a motorcycle buy not like the gangster vibe of motorcycle, like a retro one yea (idk much about motorcycle sorry) so he would take you around with that

100/10 would recommend but pls shower him with lots of unconditional love

Trafalgar D. Water Law:

If Ace's my favorite sunshine boy, he's my favorite 'moon' boy, since he's the opposite of Ace😭

You guys probably have a weird or a long story of getting together because honestly speaking, I don't see Law as the type to want to have a relationship 💀

Tired bf but still lets you do anything you want; taking him to amusement park dates, put a flower crown on his head, etc.

The comfortable bf, you two are like an old married couple, your relationship with him will be VERY chill (not a bad thing, it's a comfortable thing)

Like we have Ace with cute dates, couple items and with Zoro we have going to the gym walking at the park type of date, with Law it's just study dates and cuddling while napping in the sofa at home

You two are so comfortable with each other even in silence, but if you're the bubbly type, he wouldn't mind too, he likes hearing you talking, it's soothing to him in a way

Very protective and very possessive (but not in a toxic way🙄, maybe a tiny bit), pls don't talk about other guys/girls/person of platonic interest (even tho it's platonic) when you're with him because he gets jealous and he would overthinks late at night to the point he's sleep deprived

Being with Law is just so comfy like wearing your comfort sweater or blanket in a cold rainy day

But he's very awkward with words and affection/PDA overall but know that he loves you very much through his act of service and quality time

Drives a car and a motorcycle, this man is the full package so he drives you home safely

Fine sir, fine man, definitely looks hella sexy while trying to park parallel (no, I'm not down bad for this man trying to park parallel) 🤡🤏

9/10 would recommend, it's just he needs to stop overthink💀

[scumbagjaeger]

Rating: 18+! mdni

Me waking up at 5am with the most depraved thoughts about Jean, Connie and Sasha in a college AU that I will be turning into a full fic, here’s the rundown

Starts with Jean/Sasha with a dash of Jean/Connie/Sasha, and then ends with just Connie/Sasha, they’re endgame sorry not sorry (I love Springles) (it’s just because my friends tell me I’m just like Sasha and I am a fiend for Constance Springer)

First of all, you already know that they were all friends in high school, none of that awkward first meeting in History 101 thing

They can’t even remember how they met but Connie and Jean were those middle school bros with the snapbacks and jailbroken phones

Jean was asked to show Sasha around when she moved from the countryside in their freshman year of high school

Okay so now in college basically they all have the plan to just get laid as much as possible

Jk but they just want to party and be part of the crazy college scheme that they used to spend HOURS talking about in high school

“Guys… would you ever smoke weed?” —Jean at one point

Sorry this is still background but like I always imagine them growing up Midwest? I wanna say Chicago but deep down I’m thinking they grew up in like St Paul and they were all fairly sheltered oop

They go to college in Chicago for the big city life and they all apply together and they cry when they all get accepted

So yeah they’re trying to be adults now they rule!!!1!!! It’s so cheesy but they are 18 and suddenly they are like wow this adult thing is pretty nice 😎

Connie is kind of the rizzler?? No shock there but he is actually bringing so many women back to his and Jean’s dorm

The forms I had in college would be two bedrooms (with two beds each) and then a shared bathroom/fridge space?? So Connie and Jean are roommates and Marco is their suite mate in the other bedroom

Jean ends up having to stay with their suite-mate Marco because Marco’s roommate ended up dropping out after a day

Connie inadvertently cock blocks his friends but other while they’d pull as well??

Sorry Jean plays the sweet-romance game because he thinks he’s going to fall in love at a college party the first week 💀 and Connie swoops in making these ladies die laughing

He’s also just super affectionate with Sasha too like she’ll be rizzing up some guy and he’ll swing an arm around her waist “Sash we gotta host parties when we get our house together!!!”

He just means next year, the three of them plan on getting a townhouse together, but it’s enough to scare away the guy Sasha was talking to :(

At one point they have a mini intervention where they’re like “bro how do you do it????” And Connie’s like “what can I say, a rizzler’s gotta rizz 😎🥵”

I don’t think there would be much sexual interest or jealousy between any of them because they’re besties

Maybe in high school they had that drama about liking each other but they’re 18 now?? High school was so last year they are ADULTS remember

But idk maybe Sasha makes a comment about Connie cockblocking her, just an innocent joke, and he lowkey gets offended? “Damn my bad, I’ll let you cook next time ig”

So at the next party, Sasha meets Niccolo and of course they hit it off and Connie’s like okay why is this bothering me who gives a fuck, he ends up bringing a girl back to his dorm anyway so who cares LOL not that guy

Oh I forgot to say this but when Jean brings someone home Connie goes to Sasha’s and they literally share her tiny ass twin bed, usually drunk and watching some movie on her laptop, Ymir is normally in Historia’s room anyway so it works (but Ymir and Connie are homies too so she dgaf)

Anyway after her and Niccolo hook up, Sasha is super bummed?? The three of them are hanging out on campus and she’s like “yeah idk I thought we had something but our conversations just kind of fizzled out :(“

And Connie laughs? He’s like “lmao wait you talk to these people after you hook up with them??”

He explains that the whole point is that you go into it not expecting to ever see them again, that’s how he can be so bold with his flirting/jokes. It’s a HOOK UP not a MARRIAGE

And Jean kind of defends Sasha because he is also a big romantic and is constantly getting his hopes up? Poor guy

So one thing leads to another and (completely sober) Jean and Sasha decide they’re going to hook up???

It’s so awkward when they talk about it lol. Sasha’s like “man wtf how does Connie just not develop feeling for the girls he’s sleeping with” and Jean’s like “right that’s insane we should like, hook up and see” (totally joking) and Sasha’s like “omg yeah good one”

For half of their conversation, Jean can’t tell if she’s just going along with the joke

But it does make sense to them?? Like they will go to the party with Connie who will inevitably bring someone back to their dorm, and Jean and Sasha can pretend like they’ve just met and that they’re hooking up, then in the morning they go back to being friends

Unrelated but they’ve all definitely talked about their kinks before and Sasha hits Jean with the “S-step bro” and he whimpers

Also unrelated but Connie thought that the “Step bro, I’m stuck” things were the funniest shit in the world but that’s when they discovered Jean is bisexual, Jean included lol

Anyway the sex is good?? They are already so comfortable with each other, Jean makes sure Sasha is comfortable and that things feel good, she lowkey helps him with how to eat a girl out properly lol

Also Sasha has insane bedroom eyes and she doesn’t even know it? Her sex faces are unreal. Jean’s fucking her missionary style and he’s like “—this good?” And she lets out a breathy “Yeah, fuck, like that—” and he is like “bro don’t look at me like that or I’ll cum”

Afterwards Jean asks if they can cuddle and she’s like “wtf no? We’re supposed to not make thing a thing, we’re just friends again” and Jean is like “but we’d cuddle when we’re friends. We literally cuddled last week” and she’s like “damn you’re right okay c’mere”

The next morning Sasha’s like “omg! We did that! And I don’t want to do it again” and Jean’s like “wait WHAT” like he’s worried she had a bad experience and she’s like “No no no like I WOULD do it again but I don’t want to like date you!!” And he’s like “oh, good!!! Me too!!” And they high five

Jean goes to his dorm and Connie’s not there but Marco is and he’s like “Marco, I slept with Sasha and we don’t want to do it again 😎” and he’s like “what the fuck?”

Jean and Marco are also on the extremely slowburn train to romance-ville but until then they’re just homies, each other’s confidants

Marco tells Jean “I don’t know how you could hook up with anyone at all? Don’t you want the intimacy and love that comes with being with one person?” Because Marco doesn’t join in on their schemes, he also came from a sheltered childhood but he’s just so honest and sweet and we love our sweet boy

Of course Jean wants that too! He’s just a dumb idiot who thinks with his dick too much(‘: but someday he will learn and Marco will be there for him

Anyway idk about anyone else’s college experience but we had like four different card game variants of like “drink if you have the most unopened emails” or “drink if you are the last person to put your finger on your nose”

So of course they play that one time in Sasha’s room with their friends

“Drink if you’ve slept with someone else in this room” and everyone’s laughing, of course Eren and Mikasa drink, and Ymir and Historia drink, but then Jean takes a sip and it’s like SILENT

And Connie’s like “HEADASS get outta here, your fantasies don’t count” and Jean is looking at Sasha like bro help me

So then she takes a drink

And everyone is like hooting and hollering, but now Connie is silent

Jean’s laughing and telling them “yeah it was just a one time thing lol we’re just friends”

He’s lowkey hurt that they didn’t tell him?? He thinks it happened in like high school or something

They notice he’s upset and they end up confronting him after he avoids them bc we know Connie can’t deal with his emotions xoxo

“I just can’t believe you guys had sex without me??” He means without TELLING me but he’s upset yk. And Sasha’s like “well fine do you want to have sex with us?”

And it’s silent for like four minutes. Also they’re eating lunch in like Burger King so Jean’s mouth is full of a whopper burger as Sasha says this and he just freezes, and then slowly continues to eat

I feel like Connie is straight/has a strong preference towards women, but the idea of fucking a woman with another guy he’s totally down for yk, he’s definitely comfortable with himself and open to experimenting but something about Jean fucking THEIR friend Sasha fires him up??

He’s still the most experienced out of the three of them, never in a threesome but has watched enough of them lol, he even did extra research to prepare omg

He strokes himself off underneath Sasha, who’s being fucked by Jean

And Connie’s an ass? Talking to them like a little shit. “So this is how you did it without me last time, huh? I missed out on all this fun?”

I’ll save the big details for the fic so you have to read it sorry xoxo, but let’s say Jean ends up fucking Sasha’s mouth while Connie switches and begins fucking her? Like your classic Eiffel Tower shit

They definitely high five while fucking Sasha lol but she’s also loving it we know she’s a freak

I bet Connie would feel this weird possession about fucking Sasha? Like he sees how wet she got from cumming with Jean’s cock inside her and he’s like well we gotta out do this, I gotta show her how good I’m gonna make her feel

No warning just immediately rams himself into her, her gasp barely audible around Jean’s cock

And this is when he starts to like “hm I could get used to this”, just an idle thought he brushes off as he slaps her ass, grabbing the fat of it afterwards to thrust deeper into her

I bet they talked about it before, but Connie definitely is all “You gonna let me cum inside you, huh, Sash? Gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up?”

Jean’s already came in her mouth and he’s holding her, petting her hair and playing with her tits as she cries out, nodding and turning back to look at him

I bet Sasha’s fucked out expression is what sends him over the edge

They end up all passed out next to each other with Sasha in the middle, they’re too sweaty and gross to be comfortable but they promise to help wash the sheets and clean up/get breakfast in the morning

But somehow Connie and Sasha both wake up in the middle of the night (she elbows him accidentally), and before they go back to sleep he’s just kind of like, wait wait

And he slips a hand in her underwear just to feel the mess of his cum leaking into her underwear

Omg he’d slip a finger inside her, trying to push it into her again (fuck I love Connie too much someone needs to put me in horny jail)

She’d just kind of whine quietly, half asleep but wrapping her arm around him and shuffling closer, carefully spreading her legs further

He’d finger her for a little bit but her whines and noises start to get too loud, they’re too lazy to move to the bathroom or something so they put a pin in it

Connie does tilt Sasha’s jaw towards him and kisses her though? It’s like the first time he’s ever kissed a girl after sex so it’s kind of startling to him, it just seems too romantic and he can’t possibly feeling this towards his best pal Sasha??

But Sasha’s kissed guys after sex so she’s like whatever lol gnight dude

Things are fine between the three of them because Connie just compartmentalizes his emotions and Jean and Sasha have already fucked

But now when they talk about going to parties, Connie doesn’t really want to hook up with random girls anymore? And he gets pissy when Sasha mentions bringing a guy back to her place

But also Sasha picks up on that and she doesn’t even seem to care about the guys she’s hooking up with?? Jean can see it SO CLEARLY she’s using these other guys to distract herself from Connie

One day Jean shows up at Sasha’s door and is like “so when did you start liking Connie?”

Ends with Sasha crying to Jean about how she doesn’t know? He had a thing for her in their sophomore year of high school? They were each others first kisses? She even had a thing for him once in their senior year, but this is DIFFERENT she knows it’s going to ruin their friendship

Literally Ymir and Historia are there because they were just giving her shit for this too but now they’re comforting her

Jean just had the EXACT SAME conversation with Connie, even with the same tears, and Eren and Mikasa there to comfort him LMAO

But Jean doesn’t say anything about that, he just says she should talk to him about it (just like he told Connie to do) and she’s like lol NO

A couple days later though Connie says the most OUTTA pocket thing?? Something about a girlfriend??

In my mind it’s always Mina just because but idk we’ll see

Connie in an attempt to evade the confrontation of talking to Sasha about his feelings has decided that burying them deep inside himself is the way to go

And Sasha literally texts Jean and is like SEE?!???? He doesn’t like me it’s fine this is fine 🥲

And Jean is like THESE TWO DUMBASSES WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

Cue him and Marco having to play matchmaker, maybe even fall in love themselves while they’re at it 😗

Idk how it’s gonna end ngl but if you stuck around this long you should tell me your thoughts via reply or ask

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just wait until you get to season 4 and eren turns into a psychopath who's also a complete hottie 😌

(this is the only picture i have of him i'm sorry)

so I already finished all four seasons and here is my brainrot that you didn't ask for bea 😌💖 (‼️ attack on titan spoilers till season 4‼️)

season one : I actually cried. my jaw was wide open the entire fucking time and it didn't give me a break when the titans popped in so fast. didn't expect so much gore and blood lmao, I actually get very triggered with c*tting motions so I had to close my eyes at least half the bloodshed 😭😭 the entire scene felt like a living nightmare, I was actually feeling super into it and dude the titans were SCARY scary. finished the entire season in one day, idk what the hell went in my head. you were right about the soundtrack - it fitted perfectly with the scenes and the music sounded so patriotic haha.

season 2 : I think this was where we found levi??? I literally forgot skksks but I dude I kid you not all of his fighting scene made my jaw drop open HE IS LITERALLY SO COOL I JUST CANT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 and I saw your tags saying that Jean is hotter then levi and I 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 BRUV I WANT TO AGREE BUT LIKE I HONESTLY CANT CHOOSE. this season was seriously incredible as well, I was so smitten with the plot.

season 3 : season 3 was a complete carnival in my head for me ONE MINUTE I WAS LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF THE NEXT MINUTE I'M LITERALLY BREAKING DOWN. I think I've mentioned it before but like it's super hard NOT to get attached to the characters here, and once I did get attached they ended up getting chewed like gum I fucking hate it here 😡😡. I'm just super thankful armin and hange didn't die I would have completely tuned off and not watched it for a week (it's a lie but you get what I mean 😔😔) and then fucking erwin died and I'm just.......idk I still couldn't get over that bye.

season 4 : so. season 4 made me really angry and stressed and I felt like I just discovered depression all over again 😭😭 NO BUT LIKE FIRST OF ALL.

we get introduced to the marleys and I fucking hated that. I didn't give two shits about the marleys I just wanted to see what happened to levi but we got introduced to gabi and falco. okay for starters, I fucking hate gabi with a burning passion. I'll be honest, my hatred for her only extends to a limit where I would dearly love to slap her and scold her like how my Asian fam would - but I also feel really sorry for her. she comes off bratty and haughty, a carbon copy of eren my god 🙄🙄 but I hope her character arch happens soon lmao, I cant stand it when people are racist to their own kind 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

falco's a dear though, love that little dude. AT LEAST HE HAD SOME COMMON SENSE THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING MY GOD. piecks is hot but like I still don't like her, and at this point I just feel sorry for reiner. I also want to punch him in the balls but that's for another time. sasha's death was way to early, seriously wasn't expecting that - and armin got hot. Connie got hot. THEY ALL GOT HOT 😭😭😭😭😭😭👍

anyways you were right about eren turning into a goddamn psychopath his ideals and the way he talked were lowkey scaring me BUT BEA EVERYTIME HE THREATENS SOMEONE BY RAISING HIS BLOODIED HAND LIKE THIS :

literally choke me. what are you waiting for.

altogether aot is amazing and I'm retreating into my den of denial for about three days. if you could recommend any cool action anime like this one bea I'd totally watch them as well hehe. also who's your favourite character in aot? sorry for typing so much skskks had to clear my head with this ask 😭😭🤦‍♀️

[baekhvuns]

Omg not Dispatch interfering... also I wonder if someone is behind the moves of the AI, maybe the real guy in a motion cap suit cause the moves are good I'm not sure if they'd achieve it digitally 🤔

Yoooo don't even dare saying we can get a pic of Seonghwa and Soohyuk 🔫 DO NOT EVENNNNNNN! Even them in the same room??? BOOOM POOOOF I'M EVAPORATING. Assuming Hwa would get a license in the future and get a car what kind of car would you assign to him? Not a dad van pls 😭 one of these I reckon

I don't know why but I'm suddenly thinking of SH!chauffeur AU 👁👄👁 and that made me think of butler Hwa again. To quote the icon Diamond "i'M gOinG cRaZYyYyyy"

I hate waking up then falling asleep after an hour or two, because it fucks me up, but sometimes I can't help it. I never nap during the day, even though I feel very sleepy most of the time. Yesterday I woke up at 5am and felt like death, thankfully I went back to sleep quickly, but then I woke up after 8am and couldn't sleep anymore, everything hurt, my head, my shoulders... old age era is so annoying 💀

That Jeddah festival is just a money grab and an attempt to make Saudi Arabia look welcoming... it's really sad, also they'll go there for a second then come back. KQ how much money do you need, seriously 😬 748373 merch drops aren't enough? Having bad flashbacks from the Riyadh one

You could've just made things easy for all of us and release your full WIP list how about that? 🤗

Hwa's emoji spam was so endearing and dramatic kshdkshdkdjdhs but yeah boomer <3 and ofc universe decided to notify me about that for a change

I know AND I DIDN'T EVEN FEEL BAD FOR NOT PAYING I was like "ok" though I'm lowkey mad at TY, he promised we'll go to another place next time but WHEN, he didn't show up the past 2 nights :/ I knooooooow I wanna remember who that was real bad but I can't I remember I gasped when I saw the face, but BRAIN IS BLANK

You as Badtz-Maru idk why this made me laugh but the description is relatable, I wish I was actually HK, but I'm BM deep down lol

Bestieeeee I almost melted at pride, but it was fuuuuuun, I looked a w f u l afterwards, but whatever <3 also my phone died heh, fuck my life

MILFFFFF in that photo, but also DILF...

I got Taehyung, lol I was in my JK era, but now everytime I do a BTS quiz it's HIM. Also looking at Taehyung's insta stories is an experience

Omg I was looking at Lego and instantly got this in my recommended makes me think of that Atiny who made the bouquet for Hwa 😭😭😭

God I totally forgot bad boy Hwa from ateezmakesmeweep is coming, but when y'all mention Hardin my face dropped 🙉🙊🙈 whyyyyyy. Imagine Hwa being like: FOOOOKIN TREVAAAAH - such a turn off 😭 can you believe the actor played young Voldemort like... this makes so much sense. Also I know he's Br'i'sh, but posh so his attempt at Northern(?) accent is so bad, I cannot take him seriously at all 🤡 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Omg not Dispatch interfering... also I wonder if someone is behind the moves of the AI, maybe the real guy in a motion cap suit cause the moves are good I'm not sure if they'd achieve it digitally 🤔

YEAAHHH that be so cool if they show us a behind the scenes of how they do the AI part and if its an actual guy 😭😭😭 or just a choreographer

Yoooo don't even dare saying we can get a pic of Seonghwa and Soohyuk 🔫 DO NOT EVENNNNNNN! Even them in the same room??? BOOOM POOOOF I'M EVAPORATING. Assuming Hwa would get a license in the future and get a car what kind of car would you assign to him? Not a dad van pls 😭 one of these I reckon

NO BC MY MIND EMPTEE?????? THE POSSIBILITY OF THEM BEING IN THE SAME ROOM??????? IM????? ANON WE GONE???? this is the only acceptable car he should own in the future

I don't know why but I'm suddenly thinking of SH!chauffeur AU 👁👄👁 and that made me think of butler Hwa again. To quote the icon Diamond "i'M gOinG cRaZYyYyyy"

CHAUFFEUR AU FBFMWBDKE celebrity reader who’s tired of her lifestyle asks her chauffeur to drive her somewhere @ 2 in the morning and they actually end up being good friends LMFAOOOO

I hate waking up then falling asleep after an hour or two, because it fucks me up, but sometimes I can't help it. I never nap during the day, even though I feel very sleepy most of the time. Yesterday I woke up at 5am and felt like death, thankfully I went back to sleep quickly, but then I woke up after 8am and couldn't sleep anymore, everything hurt, my head, my shoulders... old age era is so annoying 💀

IT RLY DOES 😭😭 the whole sleep gets confused and u never get the actual good one bc in ur mind ur awake fbwndbdj NAURRRR LMFAOOOO OLDAGE ERA FHWJDBWKDJWK

That Jeddah festival is just a money grab and an attempt to make Saudi Arabia look welcoming... it's really sad, also they'll go there for a second then come back. KQ how much money do you need, seriously 😬 748373 merch drops aren't enough? Having bad flashbacks from the Riyadh one

SO TRUE 😭😭😭 !!!! kq bankrupt era??? performing for a second and going back i respect fbwbdb DBWKDHWK THE RIYADH ONE WAS SO CHAOTIC AND WAS HALF OF IT EVEN TRUE???? i just know ppl saying it wasnt true no one was droging

You could've just made things easy for all of us and release your full WIP list how about that? 🤗

Hwa's emoji spam was so endearing and dramatic kshdkshdkdjdhs but yeah boomer <3 and ofc universe decided to notify me about that for a change

LMFAOOOO DRAMATIC BOOMER 😭😭 he’s that annoying boyfriend who’d spam and when u respond he just says “hi”

I know AND I DIDN'T EVEN FEEL BAD FOR NOT PAYING I was like "ok" though I'm lowkey mad at TY, he promised we'll go to another place next time but WHEN, he didn't show up the past 2 nights :/ I knooooooow I wanna remember who that was real bad but I can't I remember I gasped when I saw the face, but BRAIN IS BLANK

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 HE DIDNT SHOW UP FOR 2 NIGHTS??? RED FLAG BRO 😭😭😭 YOU GASPED?? OH HE MUST BE SOME BIG SHIT THEN GET THE TEA PLS

You as Badtz-Maru idk why this made me laugh but the description is relatable, I wish I was actually HK, but I'm BM deep down lol

LMFAOOOO I JUST FIND HIS NAME SO CUTE BADTZ MARU FBFB 😭😭😭 made my friends do the quiz too and nO ONE got hk maybe gurlie rare

Bestieeeee I almost melted at pride, but it was fuuuuuun, I looked a w f u l afterwards, but whatever <3 also my phone died heh, fuck my life

JFVWKDBWK HOPE U HAD FUN !!!! if u were a mess after a event u know u enjoyed it to the fullest 🤌🏼

MILFFFFF in that photo, but also DILF... I got Taehyung, lol I was in my JK era, but now everytime I do a BTS quiz it's HIM. Also looking at Taehyung's insta stories is an experience

i GOT TAEHYUNG TOO !!! esp after his celine shit in paris,,,, that playing the bball in a tux is very arrange marriage au etl <3 VDKWHDWK YEAH YEAH SOMEOME TAKE THE STORY THING AWAH FROM HIM BANNED GET HIM OUT AND JIN?????? WHAT THE FUCK HE DOING

Omg I was looking at Lego and instantly got this in my recommended makes me think of that Atiny who made the bouquet for Hwa 😭😭😭

ATP ANYTHING LEGO OR FLOWERS IS HWA FOR ME i see a weed flower it is hwa for me <3 that atiny deserves free albums with pc’s

God I totally forgot bad boy Hwa from ateezmakesmeweep is coming, but when y'all mention Hardin my face dropped 🙉🙊🙈 whyyyyyy. Imagine Hwa being like: FOOOOKIN TREVAAAAH - such a turn off 😭 can you believe the actor played young Voldemort like... this makes so much sense. Also I know he's Br'i'sh, but posh so his attempt at Northern(?) accent is so bad, I cannot take him seriously at all 🤡 - DV 💖

SAW THE TEASER AND SCREAMED RHWKDHWK PLS TELL ME ITS NOT HARDIN LITERALLY IT IS HIM I JUST KNOW HES THE CLASSIC ATEEZMAKEMEWEEP TOXIC 😭😭😭 FOOKIN TREAVH STOP IM SCREAMIMFFBWKDBM BFWMBDWK THE POSH ACCENT IS IT THAT BAD 😭😭😭

Ah I forgot to attach these important links I think, if I did then ignore khdjsjsjnsnsjd Anyways bodyguard bodyguard he cannot fight but he has the spirit <3333

LMFAOOOO HES FRAGILE but in bodyguard his qualifications ????? 😳🤚🏼 sire.

Also I had no idea about this??? Finally a ranking that isn't about Hwa's looks.

YEAHHH FINALLY SOMETHING WITH VOCALS IN IT AS HE SHOULD ABSOLUTELY !!!!

This was sent to me, was that supposed to be a read? I see both as an absolute win wdym... - DV 💖

my everyday motto. yes. a win.