#Project NAMAN

[civilmentor1]

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[ano-po]

Poll for my fellow Filipinos on tumblr ☺️

[suvidhamane]

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[pihu72701]

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[2truehearts]

i have so many things i wanna write = well i don’t have enough time for anything i can’t

[imblocking-you]

Want ko na maggala at maging malaya I CANT DO THE SHIT I WANT

[f1angelz]

filo girly request for oscar 🧍🏻‍♀️🫶🏼

im thinking of a scenario where reader is part of a love team and oscar gets jealous or she gets questions when shes on a show it interview about him and they love her and oscar together if a fc is needed i love atasha mulach's vibe

𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 — oscar piastri x reader

summary: oscar’s girlfriend is a celebrity and has an on-screen partner. when she gets asked about her and oscar’s relationship during an interview, what is she gonna say?

content warnings: none, just fluff. (not proofread sorry </3)

this fic contains tagalog phrases and words highlighted in italics. for non-filipino readers, translations are provided in small text. *(mahal = love)

── .✦

It’s 3 in the morning in Silverstone, and Oscar couldn’t sleep.

Maybe it’s because he arrived a few hours ago and can’t bring himself to rest, or maybe it’s because his girlfriend had an interview on the other side of the globe.

Oscar’s girlfriend is a celebrity in the Philippines, Y/N Y/L/N. She’s had multiple projects, endorsements, and films that have also gone global. Before getting into this relationship, Oscar knew the consequences that he would have to face— long distance, media, and other factors.

But he loved her. That’s what mattered the most, right?

Not until Y/N recently had a TV series that went viral, as she was paired with one of the most famous actors in Filipino TV. Their chemistry was undeniable— weeks after her TV series was released, she was all over the news along with her on-screen partner. There were fan accounts, edits, and even fanfiction about them.

Everytime a new post was written about them, Oscar’s jealousy grew. Although Y/N always reassured him that it was strictly on-screen, He really couldn’t help it.

Oscar’s thoughts stopped when he felt his phone vibrate on his chest.

my love 💞: hi, mahal! i know you’re still up. my interview is almost gonna start. watch me?

my love 💞 has sent a link.

my love 💞: there’ll be a monitor in front of us during the interview. i’ll be able to see it on screen once you’ve joined, okay? i love you!

Oscar smiled.

mahal 🩷: okay babe, i’ll be joining in a few. goodluck!

Oscar sat up and reached out for his laptop which was on the desk, opened it up and clicked on the link she sent.

The show was already starting, the hosts greeting the crowd both in the studio and livestream.

Y/N and her on-screen partner were introduced. Once they both entered, the crowd went wild, cheering for them with their ship name. Oscar looked at the livestream comments and sighed, everyone was crazy for them.

The show went on as usual, asking them about the TV series and how filming was going. Eventually, the hosts asked about their personal lives.

“So Y/N, We’re aware that you’re dating F1 driver Oscar Piastri. Kamusta naman kayo?”

(So Y/N, We’re aware that you’re dating F1 driver Oscar Piastri. How are you guys doing?)

Y/N smiled and let out a nod, “We’re doing really well. Actually, kakapanalo lang nya last week in the Austrian Grand Prix. I was there and I couldn’t have been more proud.”

(We’re doing really well. Actually, he recently won last week in the Austrian Grand Prix. I was there and I couldn’t have been more proud.)

The hosts smiled and fawned over their relationship, “I’m sure he’s proud of your career too. But we’re curious, hindi ba siya nag seselos? For sure aware naman siya sa love team nyo.”

(I’m sure he’s proud of your career too. But we’re curious, does he get jealous? For sure he’s aware about your love team.)

The studio crowd cood and Oscar’s heart started beating.

Y/N let out a small laugh, it was a common question that people asked her since their relationship was public.

“Hindi naman siya nag seselos, I wish.”

(He doesn’t really get jealous, I wish.)

She humored, and the rest laughed. Oscar laughed too at her response, assuming that it was something funny since he couldn’t understand.

“All jokes aside, hindi naman siya nag seselos. He knows very well that strictly for work lang yung ginagawa ko. He’s the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”

(All jokes aside, he doesn’t really get jealous. He knows very well that what I’m doing is strictly for work. He’s the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.)

One of the hosts asked, “Do you have any message for him?”

Y/N cleared her throat, “Hi, mahal! I know you’re watching right now kahit sobrang late na diyan. Thank you for always being very supportive, you know how much I love you. I can’t wait to see you on Sunday!”

(Hi, love! I know you’re watching even if it’s super late over there. Thank you for always being very supportive, you know how much I love you. I can’t wait to see you on Sunday!)

The crowd smiled and teased, clapping at her message.

Oscar was smiling from ear-to-ear, and somehow, he wasn’t as jealous anymore. He saw the livestream commenting on their relationship and how cute they were. Maybe he shouldn’t be jealous after all.

The show eventually ended and Oscar closed his laptop, returning it on his desk. He opened his phone and sent Y/N a message.

mahal 🩷: you know i’ll always be here for you, right? no matter what time it is where i’m in.

my love 💞: i know, mahal. and i know you’re jealous too 😆

Oscar laughed, maybe he was bad at hiding it.

mahal 🩷: maybe i was a bit jealous.

my love 💞: oscar jack piastri, you literally have my heart and you’ll always have it. okay?

He smiled. God, he loves her so much.

mahal 🩷: i know, and i’ll do everything in my power to keep it safe. i love you ❤️

my love 💞: go to sleep, i know you’re getting tired, mahal. i love you too! see you on sunday ❤️

Oscar gave her message a heart react before turning off his phone.

And off he drifted to sleep, knowing that he was the luckiest man on earth that night.

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a/n: i had so much fun writing this, it’s been 2 years since i wrote a fic !! also i’m so grateful for those who requested. much love 🤍

[yannar]

ligaya

LAST ONE. pt.3 pt.2 pt.1

filipino!daisuke juarez x fem reader

note: luh ang ganda naman ninyo. nagbugbugan pa talaga dahil sayo LUHHHH... guys bet ko magiging pinoy love story movie trope to heh

the chaos began when your teacher announced the group project during class.

“for this project, you’ll work in groups of three,” she said, scanning the room. “let’s make this interesting. i’ll assign the groups.”

you felt your stomach sink. group projects were always a gamble, and the last thing you needed was unnecessary drama.

“y/n, you’ll be with daisuke and…” she paused, her eyes darting to the new transfer student. “you.”

your heart dropped. you glanced at daisuke, who was already glaring at the transfer student. the transfer student, on the other hand, smirked like he had just won a prize.

alam na kung anong mangyayare.

the first meeting was tense, to put it lightly. you had gathered in the library after school, textbooks and notes spread out in front of you. the goal was to brainstorm ideas and divide the workload evenly.

but the boys seemed more focused on one-upping each other than getting any actual work done.

“that’s a stupid idea,” daisuke said, shooting down the transfer student’s suggestion before he even finished explaining it.

“oh, and you’ve got something better?” the transfer student shot back, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“oo meron. baket?” daisuke retorted, smirking as if he’d already won.

you groaned, rubbing your temples. “mag focus nga kayo?"

we’re not getting anywhere with you two arguing like this.”

“he started it,” daisuke muttered, slouching in his seat with his arms crossed.

“oh, real mature,” the transfer student said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

you shot both of them a warning glare. “manahimik nga kayo, ayokong bumagsak dahil sa kalokohan nyo.”

the boys exchanged a look but stayed quiet—at least for the rest of the meeting.

the second meeting was somehow worse than the first. daisuke had brought snacks, which would have been a nice gesture if he hadn’t used it as an opportunity to show off.

“oh, ito y/n,” he said, handing you your favorite drink with a grin that could only be described as smug.

“thanks,” you said, taking it with a small smile, though you couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious of his motives.

“ah, and i brought these too,” the transfer student said, pulling out a box of pastries and placing them in front of you like he was presenting a grand prize.

"contest ba to?” you said dryly, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two of them.

“it’s not a contest,” daisuke said quickly, though the defensive tone in his voice said otherwise.

“oo, kasi alam mo na kung sino yung nananalo,” the transfer student said, smirking as he leaned closer to the table.

that was the last straw.

“okay, enough!” you said, slamming your hands on the table. the boys froze, their eyes wide with surprise.

“i’m not some prize to be fought over,” you said, your voice shaking with frustration.

“group project to, kung ayaw nyong tumulong at nag babardagulan lang kayo, edi ako nalang gagawa.”

before either of them could respond, you grabbed your bag and stormed out of the library, leaving them behind in stunned silence.

you spent the rest of the evening pacing your room, replaying the scene in your head. why did they have to make everything so difficult? couldn’t they see how exhausting it was to be caught in the middle of their petty rivalry?

meanwhile, back in the library, daisuke and the transfer student sat in awkward silence. neither of them knew what to say, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air.

“you know,” the transfer student said after a while, breaking the silence,

“she’s right. we’ve been acting like idiots.”

“yeah,” daisuke admitted, scratching the back of his neck as he avoided the other boy’s gaze.

“we have.”

“i like her, you know,” the transfer student said, his tone quieter now, almost hesitant.

“yeah, well, so do i,” daisuke said, his voice firmer, more resolute.

the transfer student sighed, leaning back in his chair. “maybe we should focus on being better teammates first.”

daisuke nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “for her.”

the next day, you were surprised to find both boys waiting for you outside your classroom. daisuke was holding a single flower, while the transfer student stood beside him, looking sheepish.

“sorry na y/n,” daisuke said, stepping forward.

“we’ve been… out of line,” the transfer student added, his voice sincere.

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “oh tapos?”

“di na kami magaaway promise.” daisuke said, shooting a pointed look at the transfer student.

“and focus on the project,” the transfer student said quickly, nodding in agreement.

you sighed, though you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “...hm. ginawa nyo na ba yung report na pinapagawa ko?”

from that day on, the group meetings were surprisingly productive. the boys still bickered occasionally, but it was more playful than hostile. and though you hated to admit it, their antics did make things a little more interesting.

daisuke, true to his nature, was still as flirty as ever.

but there was a new sincerity in the way he treated you, a quiet determination to show you how much he cared. the transfer student, for his part, had toned down his smugness and seemed genuinely invested in the project.

as the deadline approached, you found yourself actually enjoying their company, even if they drove you crazy sometimes. daisuke was still daisuke—charming, competitive, and always trying to make you laugh—but there was a newfound maturity in the way he looked at you.

and while you weren’t quite ready to admit your feelings, you couldn’t deny that he had a way of making your heart skip a beat.

that moment had been replaying in your head for weeks. daisuke’s confession last time—earnest, confident, and completely unexpected (unexpected??). you could still see the way he stood there, his cheeks pink but his words steady as he admitted he liked you. you could still hear the way your heart had thudded painfully against your ribs, the way the world around you had gone completely silent except for his voice.

and what did you do? you froze. completely blanked. managed to mumble something about needing time to think before practically sprinting away, too overwhelmed to process what had just happened.

ever since then, daisuke had been nothing but patient. he didn’t bring it up again, didn’t push you for an answer. but he didn’t pull away either. you noticed how he lingered just a little longer when the two of you talked, how he walked closer to you when you went home together, how his smiles softened whenever you met his eyes. it wasn’t awkward, surprisingly—it was just… there. the unspoken thing between you.

and yet, every time you tried to bring it up, your courage crumbled. the words got stuck in your throat, tangled up with nerves and embarrassment.

until one day, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

it was after school, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set. the two of you were walking home together as usual. daisuke had his basketball bag slung casually over one shoulder, and he was rambling about his upcoming game schedule. you were only half-listening, too focused on the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

“daisuke,” you said abruptly, cutting him off mid-sentence.

he stopped walking, turning to look at you with a raised eyebrow. “po?”

your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. you opened your mouth, hesitated, then closed it again, your hands twisting nervously around the strap of your bag.

“may gusto sana akong sabihin,” you finally managed, your voice quieter than you intended.

his expression shifted instantly, his usual playful demeanor softening into something more serious. he set his bag down on the ground, giving you his full attention.

“okay,” he said, his tone gentle.

“i’m listening.”

you took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “about what you said before. about… liking me.”

you saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes, though he stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.

“i didn’t know what to say back then,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“but… alam ko na.”

he didn’t move, his gaze steady and patient.

“i like you too, daisuke,” you said, the words going out in a

rush.

“i’ve liked you for a while, actually. i just… i didn’t know how to say it.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. then, a slow, bright smile spread across his face, so bright it felt like the sun had come out just for you.

“seryoso?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

you nodded, your cheeks burning. “yeah. i am.”

before you could say anything else, he stepped forward and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground.

“you have no idea how happy that makes me,” he said, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“okay, okay, put me down!” you protested, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

he set you down gently, his hands lingering on your shoulders as he looked at you with a grin that could only be described as elated.

“so… does this mean we’re official now?”

“i guess it does,” you said, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.

“sweet,” he said, his grin widening. “but don’t think this means i’m gonna stop trying to impress you.”

you rolled your eyes, though your smile betrayed you. “kulit mo."

“and you love it,” he teased, poking your cheek lightly.

maybe you did.

the days that followed were nothing short of magical. daisuke didn’t hold back now that your feelings were out in the open. he made it his mission to show you just how much he cared.

he’d show up at your classroom during lunch, waving at you through the window until your friends started teasing you mercilessly. he’d carry your books even when you insisted you could manage on your own. he’d leave little notes in your locker, sometimes with cheesy pick-up lines that made you groan, sometimes with sweet messages that left you smiling for hours.

one afternoon, he even surprised you by showing up at your house with a bouquet of flowers.

“what’s this for?” you asked, holding the bouquet awkwardly as your mom peeked out from the kitchen, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“just because,” he said with a shrug, though his grin was anything but casual.

your mom practically squealed when you brought the flowers inside, already asking when he was coming over again.

introducing him to your parents was inevitable. your mom had been suspicious for weeks, dropping hints and asking pointed questions about the boy who was suddenly around all the time.

when you finally brought him over for dinner, daisuke was surprisingly nervous at first. but as soon as he stepped inside, his usual charm kicked in.

“hello, po,” he said, bowing slightly. “i’m daisuke. it’s nice to meet you.”

your mom’s face lit up instantly. “so, you’re the one who’s been keeping y/n so busy lately.”

“guilty as charged,” daisuke said with a sheepish grin, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

by the end of the night, your dad was jokingly calling him “anak,” and your mom was already planning his next visit. daisuke fit right in, laughing at your dad’s jokes and helping your mom clear the table like he’d been part of the family all along.

as he walked you to the door at the end of the night, he turned to you with a smug grin.

“told you they’d like me,” he said, leaning in just close enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“don’t let it go to your head,” you teased, though you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

“too late,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

you shoved him lightly, your cheeks burning. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet, here we are,” he said, his grin widening.

the news of your relationship with daisuke spread quickly—too quickly for your liking. daisuke’s not-so-subtle gestures at school had practically announced it to the world. but you hadn’t expected the transferee to find out the way he did.

it happened one morning when daisuke dropped by your classroom to deliver breakfast. you hadn’t even asked for it, but there he was, grinning as he handed you a neatly wrapped sandwich and a carton of chocolate milk.

“can’t have my girlfriend starving, can i?” daisuke said loudly, earning an amused chorus of “awws” and giggles from your classmates.

you buried your face in your hands, muttering, “daisuke, stop being so loud…”

the transferee had been sitting nearby, quietly observing the scene. at first, his face betrayed no reaction, but as the realization sank in, his expression hardened.

“so, you two are together now?” he asked casually, though his tone carried an edge.

you looked up, startled. “uh, yeah… we are.”

daisuke shot the transferee a smug smile. “why? surprised?”

the transferee didn’t answer, but the tension in the room was palpable. you could feel the way his gaze lingered on you, like he was trying to figure out how he hadn’t noticed sooner.

the basketball court was alive with shouts, laughter, and the rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. it was one of those days where the students played to burn off steam, but for daisuke and the transferee, it wasn’t just about the game anymore.

you sat on the sidelines with a few classmates, watching as the boys played. daisuke, ever the show-off, darted across the court with his usual grin, while the transferee seemed to make it a point to stick close to him. it was subtle at first—light shoves, stolen passes, and the occasional taunt muttered under his breath.

“what’s his problem?” your friend beside you muttered, nudging you.

“don’t ask me,” you replied, crossing your arms. you could feel the tension brewing on the court, but you weren’t about to step in.

the game escalated when daisuke managed to score a three-pointer, earning cheers from his team. he turned to the transferee with a cocky smirk, his hand cupped to his ear.

“what’s that? couldn’t hear you over all the cheering,” daisuke teased, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

the transferee scowled, gripping the ball tightly. “you think you’re funny, huh?”

“nah,” daisuke said, shrugging. “i just think i’m better than you.”

that was all it took. the transferee shoved daisuke, hard, sending him stumbling back a few steps. the court fell silent as everyone turned to watch.

“anong problema mo?” daisuke snapped, regaining his balance.

“ikaw. ikaw problema ko,” the transferee shot back, stepping closer.

“guys, chill,” one of their teammates tried to intervene, but it was too late.

the transferee lunged at daisuke, and daisuke didn’t back down. fists flew, and the two of them grappled in the middle of the court, their teammates and classmates scrambling to pull them apart.

you watched from the sidelines, your arms still crossed. you could feel your friend glancing at you, silently urging you to do something, but you stayed put. you weren’t about to throw yourself into the chaos.

just as things were about to spiral completely out of control, a loud, booming voice cut through the commotion.

“stop this instant!”

the teacher stormed onto the court, her face red with anger. she grabbed both boys by the collars of their shirts, yanking them apart with surprising strength.

“anong akala nyo? this is a school, di to boxing ring!” she barked, glaring at them.

daisuke and the transferee both looked down, their faces flushed—not from the fight, but from embarrassment.

“guidance. both of you. now na. and if i see this again, ipapasuspend ko kayo.” she snapped before marching off, leaving the two boys standing awkwardly in the middle of the court.

later, daisuke found you by the lockers, still nursing a small bruise on his jaw.

“you’re not gonna yell at me?” he asked, leaning casually against the metal doors.

you raised an eyebrow. “why would i? it’s not like you’d listen.”

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “fair point. but, y/n... you didn’t even try to stop us.”

“di ako referee,” you said with a shrug, a teasing smile

tugging at your lips.

“besides, deserve nya yun."

he grinned, despite himself. “you’re not mad?”

you rolled your eyes, stepping closer. “just don’t let it happen again, okay? fighting over me is stupid.”

his grin widened as he leaned down slightly, his voice dropping to a playful tone. “so you’re saying i shouldn’t fight over you... but i can fight for you?”

you groaned, shoving his shoulder lightly. “you’re impossible.”

“and you love it,” he teased, his laugh echoing in the hallway.

despite the chaos of the day, you couldn’t help but crack a smile. maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong.

[fuxuannie]

↳ pairing : dan heng x gender neutral reader

↳ prompt : hanggang notes lang yung gusto kong sabihin sayo, pero kahit alam na alam ko na di ko kaya isabi sa mukha mo, mamahalin kita from afar.

↳ authors note : for my non-filos, the prompt is essentially writing everything you want to say for a person in your notes app and admiring them from afar <3 this is me self projecting & taking this chance to practice some filo

↳ brief disclaimer : this is for my hopefully existing filipino audience! i will be providing translations and such if people want it

MODERN FILO AU

Stelle and March 7th dealt with your constant rambling of your 5th 'happy crush' this year. "Promise! Iba na to, I sweaar!" You'd giggle, but the two just gave each other a look and back at you. "Whatever you say..." Knowing damn well you've said that every single time, and they were in fact, not different.

Just like clockwork, at the same hour and at the same place, Dan Heng quietly walks by the table the three of you were seated on. His earphones in his ears as he's kept busy with whatever is on his phone, you catch a quick glance and you start to cover your mouth and giggle. "Haysss, ampogi ni crush." You'd say while kicking your feet, and Stelle and March 7th's jaw DROPS at the realization.

"SIYA??" The pair said together, slamming the table and jolting up from their seats, the same baffled expression as they looked at you. "Oo, b-bakit? Mali ba desisyon ko?" You stammered, putting your hands up in the air while smiling awkwardly.

Stelle crosses her arms, and March 7th puts a hand on her hip and the other points at you. "Ingatan mo ang puso mo bhie, reputation na rejecter yun. Sobrang cold sa mga tao nagcoconfess sakanya!"

"Super super cold yun. As in parang aircon." Stelle huffs, nodding her head in agreement to March's statements. "Ang weird ninyo, of course hindi ako magcoconfess!" You retaliate, grabbing your phone from your hand and passing it over to them. "Hanggang notes app yung rants na sobrang pogi niya, wala naman akong plano sabihin sakanya eh." You watch as Stelle grabs it from the table and March 7th takes a peek at what you were showing.

"Crush ng bayan yan, wala naman akong chance." Was the last thing you added, shrugging your shoulder as you accepted your feelings most likely not being reciprocated.

Stelle looks at the phone, looks at you, one more look to the phone and finally a disgusted stare in your direction. "Corny mo."

"Alam ko naman."

"You're hopeless." March 7th sighs, going on her phone to what you could only assume to be and check whatever notification made it go off and buzz.

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

Hello pooo!!! I dunno how to put it in words but your works just makes my heart go swoooon!! Thank you so much for your pieces 🥹

I see that we can request too po and I’d just like to put down “chemtrails over the country club” by lana del rey- specifically the lines “you’re in the wind, i’m in the water; nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter” for makisig or maliksi please!!! Angsst BUT fluff at the end 🙏🏻

((Anon, why would u do dis to us?! huhuhu. I'm a lana del rey gurlie and Chemtrails over the country club is very personal for meee))

Disclaimer: I do not own Makisig. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Angst with fluff(if u squint well enough. char lang, fluff to.)

TW: Ano...medyo masakit to bhie, yung umpisa lang naman. yun na yung warning HAHAHA.

((Let me know kung rebisco na ba ako at kung sumosobra na ba ako HAHAHA))

"...we should run away, Makisig." You whispered underneath your breath as you softly stroked his hair while he peacefully lays his head on your lap. You looked up at the star-clad skies, wondering if you two can have a very different life right now if you were to leave everything behind and run away.

"Run away from what, my love?" He slowly opened his eyes to look into yours before gently taking your hand and tenderly kissing your palm. You shuddered from the sensation and oh, how you'd love to just pull him close and kiss those lips for an ounce of comfort.

"From everything."

You whispered as tears started to fill your eyes. Your lips quivered as you tried to held back your sobs.

"Please?"

"ANDDD... CUT! Y/n, you're not supposed to cry yet! Let's take a two hour break before retaking that scene."

Makisig stared at you with wide eyes as he breaks character. You quickly wiped away your tears and stood up before walking towards your own team, leaving him without a single word.

You wouldn't admit it, but you can feel your heart breaking with every step that you take. As soon as you entered your own tent, you broke down in tears as you ran into your manager's arms.

How cruel can fate be?

Five years ago

...those were Makisig's exact words five years ago while he held you in his arms, begging you to leave it all behind with him- the cameras, the fame, the undying expectations of the people around you and you had the nerve to reject his idea and leave him for the sake of your dreams.

You were a very famous actress that time, while Makisig's career was just starting and all he can get are mostly small modelling gigs. Oh, how the tables have turned- you are now the one struggling to keep your career afloat while Makisig jumps from project to project.

Atleast he's living a better life since you two broke up. That's what you always tell yourself.

Your whole body shook from how much you were crying as you buried your face into your manager's shoulders to stifle your sobs. All throughout your career, your manager has been the only one to stick with you through ups and downs- treating you like the little sister she's never had.

"I can't do this. I can't, please." You heaved as you tried your best to say the words out loud. This was the one project meant to save your career from falling into shambles.

"Shhh. It's okay sweet girl. I know how you feel right now, but we can't back out from this, can we?"

You slowly nodded as you let your tears silently fall. Leaving this project was always out of the question and you knew it. You were lucky enough that your manager has been long time friends with one of the Makisig's handlers that she was able to arrange for this project as a last resort to save you from being out of jobs.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I know how hard it must be."

No one knows how hard it is...

To be around Makisig is like stabbing yourself in the heart over and over again.

Hearing his voice...

Feeling his touch...

To have him look at you the way he does- like you were the most important person in the whole world.

To have him call your name as if it's the sweetest word that's to ever grace his mouth.

It took everything of your whole being to get ahold of yourself and not breakdown around him.

The things you would give if only you can go back in time and just take his hand and run away to a far away place where no one else knows the two of you. You clutched your chest at you revel at the idea of what could've been before shutting your eyes close- falling asleep after crying.

In your dreams, Makisig held you tight as he kissed away your tears, saying, "Why is my lovely Y/n is crying again? It makes me want to cry also." as he peppers your face with tiny kisses while he tickles you gently until you stop crying and start to giggle.

That's how it's supposed to be...

But you- you have to ruin it all and hurt that one person who deserved nothing but all the good things in the world.

"Y'know, if this life troubles you...then we should just run away, Y/n." Makisig smiled as he held you.

This. why does this have to play on your dreams over and over again.

He held your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Let's run away from everything, y/n."

You nodded, and smiled. "Let's do that, Makisig."

Atleast you can do things right in your dreams. Atleast you wouldn't do the single thing you'll regret for your whole life in this dream.

You will not break his heart again-

Without second thoughts, Makisig grabbed your hand tight before making a run for it, storming past the whole production crew and outside the set.

Your eyes widen upon realizing what's happening.

"Thought my Y/n will reject me for the second time." Makisig softly chuckled, still running away while holding unto you.

"W- wait! I'm not dreaming?!"

"No, my love. Your manager called me in when you fell asleep crying."

Hearing him calling you 'my love' once again instantly tugged in your heart. No cameras, no audiences- just the two of you and he calls you his love. You breathe in as you tried to keep yourself from crying once more.

"And I'm not dreaming when you were holding me and kissing my tears away?" You softly said, your voice shaking and cracking from too much emotion.

"You're not." Makisig smiled as he stopped running before pulling you into an embrace, letting you bury your face into his chest.

Oh, how this feels like home.

"Y/n. Please run away with me?"

"I will, Makisig. I will."

[forsungie]

THE WAY I LOVED YOU (TEASER)

pairings. actor park jisung x actress female reader

estimated word count. 3,000

genre. fluff, angst, mature content

warnings. jisung loves annoying the reader, lots of making out, thigh riding, size kink, friends with benefits (to be edited/updated)

“i’d like you to be the leading lady in the movie adaptation of my book,” yangyang said, “i really want you to be a part of this project and i think the character suits you so much, i know you will do her justice.”

and of course you accepted the project, it’s an honor to be part of your best friend’s masterpiece and you find the story really interesting after reading it. this movie is also going to be the first movie adaptation of his book and you’re very happy that he trusted you with this project. he is really an amazing writer and you’re very proud to be friends with him.

first day ng taping niyo ngayon para sa bagong movie adaptation project mo with park jisung as your leading man. you’ve actually met him a lot before through award shows and birthday parties of some of your celebrity friends, pero hindi mo pa siya nakakatrabaho that’s why this movie will be your first project together. nameet mo rin siya nung script reading niyo with the other casts, but you didn’t interact much with him that time, bali nag uusap lang kayo kapag nag babatuhan ng linya. halos lahat ng casts sa movie na ito ay first time mo makakatrabaho and you’re hoping for the best.

“nako, ma’am!” napailing na lang ang driver mo nang tumirik ang kotse.

“what happened, kuya?” tanong mo nang icheck nito ang sasakyan.

“tumirik, ma’am. dadalhin ko na lang sa pinakamalapit na talyer, pwede po bang sumakay na lang muna kayo—” naputol ang sasabihin ng driver mo nang may biglang magsalita.

sa kamalas-malasan mo nga naman, kung kailan papunta ka na sa taping niyo on the first day of shooting ay saka ka pa natirikan ng sasakyan?!

“sumabay ka na sakin,” it was no other than your co-actor, park jisung.

“ayun, ma’am, sakto! sir, pakiingatan na lang po itong si ma’am. ako na po bahala dito, ma’am, mauna na po kayo at baka malate pa kayo ni sir. salamat, sir, ingat po!” ngiti sa inyo ng driver mo.

“sige po, kuya,” jisung smiled and nodded, “what? sakay na,” baling naman nito sayo.

you had no choice, but to hop in dahil malelate at maistress ka lang kung mag cocommute ka pa. alam mo naman ang transportasyon at ang init dito sa pilipinas, papasok ka pa lang ng trabaho parang pauwi ka na. after contemplating for a second, naupo ka na sa backseat ng kotse— hindi naman dahil sa uncomfortable kang katabi siya, it’s just that you’re not close yet so..

“ginawa pa kong driver niya,” jisung murmured, watching you sit at the back.

“may sinasabi ka ba?” you asked when you heard him saying something you didn’t hear clearly.

jisung chuckled and shook his head, “huh? wala ah.”

ilang minutong tahimik ang biyahe at natigil lang iyon nang basagin ito ni jisung, “have you eaten breakfast? may bibilhin ako sa starbucks, isasabay ko na kung may gusto kang ipabili.”

“my treat,” he added.

you shook your head and smiled at him, “i’m good, thanks.”

jisung nodded, but he still ended up buying you an iced coffee and sandwich just in case you have not eaten yet, he asked the staff for a recommendation, which is why he got the latte for you, while he got himself an iced americano.

nang makarating kayo sa lugar kung saan kayo mag sh-shoot ng unang scene ay nakatulog ka and jisung has no clue on how to wake you up. you must be really tired from taping, he thought to himself while staring at your sleeping state.

“y/n.. we’re here,” gising niya sayo while lightly tapping your arms, “y/n, hey, gising na.”

agad ka namang nagising nang marealize na nakatulog ka sa biyahe, “i’m sorry,” sambit mo at saka pinunasan ang pisngi.

he smiled, “it’s okay.”

“thank you ulit,” sabi mo nang parehas kayong makalabas ng sasakyan.

tango at tipid na ngiti lang ang isinagot ni jisung habang pinaglalaruan nito sa kamay ng susi ng kotse. you immediately rolled your eyes when you saw yangyang grinning watching the both of you walk.

“bakit sabay kayo dumating, ha? ikaw ah,” he asked in a teasing voice.

you rolled your eyes, “nasiraan ako ng kotse tapos nadaanan niya kami ni kuya kaya sinabay niya na ko, kung anu-ano na naman iniisip mo.”

“okay, sabi mo e,” yangyang chuckled at your defensiveness.

“doon ka na nga, hinahanap ka daw doon! doon ka na, shoo!” you pushed him lightly.

yangyang laughed at your words, “enjoy your breakfast!”

jisung went to his shared tent with a co-actor and started getting ready for the taping, reviewing his script while his make-up artist were doing his make-up. he froze while reading the script when a spark of memory flashed through his mind. that’s why her perfume smells familiar to me, he thought to himself.

“jisung, ready ka na? we’ll start in a few,” yangyang suddenly asked.

jisung didn’t even notice that his make-up artist had finished doing his make-up because his mind was preoccupied thinking about you, “huh? uh— yes, ready na, susunod na ko.”

[thejessyami]

Natapos ko rin!! First time ko mag Embroidery nang ganito, crosstitch lang tayo dati 🤧🤧. Nahirapan lang ako mamili nang threads, kasi di ako marunong pumili non nag babase lang ako sa codes nung nag c-crosstitch ako hahahaah, Anyway hahanapan ko nlng to nang Frame ❤️❤️❤️ On to my next project!

Also, When I was making Keane's hair, This happened at one point when I was refreshing the thread. Yung imahinasyon ko, what if ganito hair ni Keane? Hahaha baka lang naman 🤣🤣

Will forever be thanking you for this commissioned art @ask-emilz-de-philz (Nauna pa yung Wedding portrait namin kaisa sa kasal!) Chariz! 🤣🤣🤣

[akonaman]

Unang linggo ng taon and soafer emotional ko today because of my period tapos ang sakit pa ng buong pagkatao ko then halos lahat sila may ubo at tintrangkaso. Ako na rin yung nagluto ng ulam, madali lang naman kase isdang paksiw lang tapos buong araw panay general cleaning lang ako with pagtatanggal ng molds sa sahig ng garahe.

Tapos pag labas ko nakita ko yung kapitbahay namin na nag tatahi ng bubong nila (pawid) kase kubo yung bahay nila. I got more emotional kase naaalala ko nung nagwawaterfalls pa yung taas ng bahay namin nung bata ako kapag naulan. Mas naappreciate ko yung progress ko. Naalala ko na iniyakan ko yung project ko noon na nag soak talaga sa baha. Ugh those masterpiece!

Like why are you crying rn ungrateful bitch. Mas inappreciate ko yung isda na niluluto ko kase nung isang araw nagrereklamo ko na isda na naman. Tapos sinipag ako maglinis around bakuran kahit sobrang sakit ng puson ko.

[lunansol]

Been a while since I posted here but ud of my december ganaps. Literally december has a loooooot can't even feel that this is my birthmonth tuloy.

Reuniting with some of our relatives for my Lola's bday

Watched the last play of our vball varsities

Kumain ng lugaw pero di nagustuhan huhu lasang sabon yung lumpia fav ko pa naman

As vp of our spta one of our project was this christmas tree and the zumba as a girlie na nagstart na magkasakit sumali pa rin kasi I want to show my support on it

Finding gifts for our year end party

Getting addicted to word search

Ang biggest plot twist ng aking life huhu: passing the board exam, yo gurl finally a LPT, 2 license holder ty

[anyalovesu]

tolerate it.

xii. where's that man who threw blankets over my barbed wire?

—“being tolerated by leon during the first days of our engagement wasn’t the one that hurt me the most. really, it was learning that my saving grace, the one whom i thought was throwing blankets over barbed wire for me…it was realizing that isaac has been the one tolerating me for the longest time. it even reached the point that he couldn’t tolerate me any longer that he had to search for what i was lacking in someone else.”

necessary reminders:

content warning: contains light smut (lol) 🔞🔞🔞; not piv ; fingering (f rec) ; overstimulation (medj?) basta bas2s

mdni mdni mdni mdni mdni mdni 🔞🔞🔞

super light nsfw only if that's not your kind of shit or if your the kind of person who publicly shits on people who don't write up to your standards, dni too

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR FOR GODS SAKE 🔞🔞🔞🔞

Although 4 days felt like forever for them to find themselves in a plane back to Manila, they were able to get home safely without the worries of Leon and Santi being put in jeopardy. The both of them were cleared to continue their recovery at home. Which is why Santi is back in their parents mansion because he lived alone and Leon is stuck at home. All four of them were relieved of their current projects, which included Ynes and Eli being excused from work as well, fledging to take care of their injured brothers for the meantime. Besides, after all the psychological warfare that the both of them went through from literally being the first ones to know about the accident has been too much as well that Elizalde Yang thought it was best that they let them off work as well.  Most of the heavy tasks were transferred to different teams in the company, while the rest were being done at home. 

“May crush ka kaklase mo sa conservatory ‘di ba?” Leon teased as he sat next to Eli who played a very peaceful piano rendition of Midnight Covey’s hit song, Tulog Na. 

Eli hummed, glancing at him, which admittedly made Leon’s knees feel weak, with the way the soft light from the stained windows reflected on her face, making her face look more ethereal than it already was.

“Si Geon Isidro?” she asked. “Joke lang ‘yon. Sinabi ko lang para tantanan ako noong isa pa naming kasama.”

“Kilala ‘yon nila Tito ‘di ba?”

Eli looked at him, confused why all of a sudden he was so invested in Geon when he was in fact no more than a figment from her past. It was something he knew back then. 

“Yeah, they met sa country club sa Baguio, taga roon sila originally eh.”

“You think magkakagusto ka uli sa kanya if nakita mo s’ya uli?”

“Sobra ka na yata sa gamot, Leon,” she chuckled, playfully flicking his forehead. Leon feigned offense, dramatically holding onto his forehead as if he was hurt badly.

“Bakit ba? Genuine na question ‘yon! Tanong ng best friend!”

“Hindi nga kasi ako nagkagusto kay Geon,” she shrugged, fiddling on the piano keys as if visualizing what would sound good. “Sinasabi ko naman sa’yo kapag may crush ako noon.”

“Sa tingin mo maniniwala ako d’yan? Sabi mo nga dati crush mo ako!”

“Oh bakit hindi ba?” 

Leon’s normally pale face began to heat up, turning his face crimson in almost only a glimpse which made Eli laugh at how adorable he was. Usually it was the other way around, flustering Eli was his job! Bakit sya ang kinikilig ngayon?

Elijah chuckled, moving one leg towards the other side of the piano stool so that she would see his face clearer from where he was sitting on the other half of the two-person stool.

“Pag tinigasan nanaman ako sa kakaganyan mo—”

“Oh my god! Ang bunganga mo talaga!”

“Baby, you’ve gotten off on me once na,” he chuckled, pinching her cheeks, finding it cute that she still gets shy at the idea of it. “It’s not like secret pa ‘yon sa atin.”

“Kahit na,” she laughed. “Ang awkward pakinggan na magse-sex tayo, e for the longest time kinonvince ko ang sarili ko na hindi tayo talo.”

“Cute mo,” he laughed. “You say that like you weren’t the one on top of me last time, baby.”

Leon could not help but adore how her face turned crimson when she bursted out in laughter, hitting his arm like she usually does. “Bakit ba tawa ka ng tawa?” he chuckled at her, “It’s human to have needs bakit ka nahihiya?”

“Because it’s not like me to just ask for things I need, Leon,” she shrugged. Though she meant it as a joke, they both know there’s more truth to it than it was a joke. Eli has always been one to work for what she needs, even if it was something basic. Everything she gets, she feels the need to work for it. 

“It’s just funny na hanggang sex you feel ne need to work for shit, ginaganyan ka ba ni Issac Sim, ha?”

Somehow that hit Eli. If Isaac really has been cheating on her and he’s already fallen out of love with her long before they were forced to break up… then the truth must really hurt. Chances are Isaac has only been using her to get his dick wet for the past years.

“Kahit hindi naman doon…”

She took the time to look after his health when they were still in college. All the times she was the one who woke up early to make sure his shit was ready. All the things Eli did for him, just for her to feel like she deserved to be loved, all of it she considered to be priceless only to find out that it was all in vain because the love she thought was getting wasn’t even real in the first place.

Leon hummed at the reaction he got from Eli. Though much like her advances, it was meant to be a joke, he did not want to hear all the hell Eli has been going through that she did not notice at all. He just wanted to replace it. Make her feel like the woman she was meant to be—adored and served.

“Actually, I don’t want to hear it,” he scoffed. Well, even out of the sexual context, it pissed him off that Elijah was treated like that. When they were friends, if it was possible for him to do it instead of Eli, he did it. It pissed him off that during the time he could not be the person who does it, she was allowing herself to be used by some bastard who isn’t even worth half the person Elijah is. “Kapag magaling na ako, you don’t have to work for anything else, okay?”

“Bro, I want to work,” she rolled her eyes at him, making him laugh while leaning towards her, inching her face closer to her.

“It’s okay if you want to do that, pero ako na ang bahala sa’yo sa ibang bagay, okay?”

Eli could feel her heart race at his sincerity, or maybe not, maybe it was his hand on her exposed thigh, showing through the slit of her sundress because it was scorching hot in the country. She doesn’t know anymore, it doesn’t help that his warm lips are on hers again, moving in sync to hers. 

Shit. Kakasabi ko lang kanina na awkward, but why does it feel so right? Eli thought to herself.

Leon then takes the opportunity to squeeze the supple skin of her thigh before inching it higher and higher, making her gasp for air but he only takes this as an opportunity to slot his tongue in between her parted lips. At that point, he really was determined to make Eli feel nice without her working for anything, fuck the stitches on his side. He had to make his baby feel good.

His hand kept inching up her body till it  reached her boy shorts.

“Do you want to?” Leon asked, making sure that she still had a choice, and he will never do anything she doesn’t want to do. 

Eli looked up at him and nodded before leaning over to capture his lips once again. And while he just wanted to just grab her and fuck her right then and there with how pretty she looked nodding at him like that, he needed to hear her say it.

“Say it, baby,” he hummed against her lips, before his other hand reached for her face, holding her back from kissing him again until she gave an answer.

“Fuck, Leon. Yes.”

He wanted to go feral at that very moment but he knew his limitations with that stupid fucking wound on his side, he’s not gonna be able to feel her up that way. But it wasn’t going to stop him from making her feel good.

“Kandong ka, baby,” and before Eli could think of it, there she was again, on top of him, with both legs on either side of him.

“Wait paano yung tahi mo,” she gasped, hitting his shoulder upon realizing. 

“Hindi yan magagalaw kung hindi ka maglilikot,” he chuckled before pulling her face closer to get a taste of her saccharine lips once again. 

Mint. Mint lipbalm. That’s what her lips taste like. Something Issac will never taste again. Fucking asshole. Leon thinks to himself.

He likes to think that it’s just love instead of lust that drives him to do this, because it is. While there is that primal need to be as close to her as he could, all he wanted was to make her feel loved and taken care of—that finally she can rest her armors down and let him do all the work.

Eli’s arms find home around Leon’s neck as she leans closer to him, unintentionally putting on pressure on Leon’s hard-on. 

“Lean back, baby,” Leon hums against her lips before adjusting her back to her old position, hands delicately guiding her hips back before it travels down to where she most needed it to be.

“Fuck,” she breathes out as Leon continues to rub his thumb on the wet patch on her cotton underwear. “What the actual fuck, Leon.”

“That feels nice, baby?” he smirks as he leans over to kiss her neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses first before sucking on the sweet spot behind her ear. 

“Yes, oh my god—” Leon seemed dissatisfied when she began to move on her own again, trying to grind against his already moving hand. 

“Wag kang malikot,” he says sternly, his free hand holding her hips down to keep it steady. “I’ll stop if you move. Okay?”

Eli, already drunk in love, couldn’t help but just helplessly nod at Leon’s ministrations.

“Answer me, baby.”

“I won’t move, Leon. Please, just—” Eli’s pleads were cut off by her own quiet gasp when Leon’s fingers began moving again in a steady pace that quite literally made Eli want to go insane, trying the best that she could to not squirm at the pleasure that was running through her entire body.

“Stay still, Ellie. Alright?”

“Yes, please—fuck—can you remove na please.”

“You want me to touch you raw, baby?” he asked, fingers slowing down before hastening again to tease her. 

“Please, baby.” Baby. Leon’s head goes haywire. Before he could even let his mind think about it for a second time, he helps her up and takes off the piece of cloth separating his hand from the soft nub in between her legs. 

Leon takes his time with her, making sure every move was only meant to please her, always asking before he does something foreign. 

Thus, there Eli was, being fucked witless with two of Leon’s fingers, knuckles deep, swiftly moving inside her, curling every now and then, making her release a string of soft hums and whimpers in his ear as she bites on to the crook of his neck to keep herself quiet while her fiance’s fingers do its wonders.

“That feels nice, baby?”

“Nice… yes… oh my god, Leon,” she replies in soft gasps as she clings to him for support. “Faster, please.”

Leon does as he is told, even going as far as using his thumb to rub the bundle of nerves while he’s at it, making her stomach tighten at the sensation. 

It’s not long after she reaches her high, leaning back pressing on random piano keys that fills the living room with other sounds than the sound of her heavy breaths and the wet sound of Leon’s fingers ramming inside of her. But the older does not stop his hands from moving.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Baby, done na please—”

“One more baby,” he hums before kissing her again, enjoying the remains of her mint lip balm that has now faded, probably smudged on either of their faces and on the hickeys on his neck. “You can give me one more.”

Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes as her dilated pupil gaze on the features of his face, reflecting pleasure at the sight of her getting flooded with dopamine at her climax. “So pretty for me, Ellie.” 

“Leon, oh my god,” Eli was sure that very moment that Leon had already fucked her stupid, and that was with his hands only. Only his name was coherent from all the babbles that came out of her mouth that Leon could not help but feel smitten with how willing Eli is to be vulnerable with him. 

It wasn’t too long until Eli is sobbing at the wave of pleasure consuming her entire body while she wraps her arms around his neck once again for comfort. Leon's thumb still consistently moving, guiding her through her high.

"Baby, enough na please," Elijah whimpered against his neck, reaching in between her thighs to make him stop. Leon then takes it as his stop sign, slowly removing his hand from inside of her before lifting it up to his mouth to taste. Eli, still too fucked out to think of anything else but the aftershocks of her climax, wasn't strong enough to stop him from doing so.

Fuck. She wasn’t even sure how the fuck was it possible that he made her climax twice that quick, but one thing was for sure. Nothing can compare to the feeling of his hold after it’s all done. Soothing circles were drawn on her lower back as he waited for her body to stop spasming.

“Okay na? Kailangan pa maglinis, baby.”

“Sleepy,” she responds, burying her face on the crook of his neck.

“Linis muna, then matutulog tayo, okay?”

“Okay,” she hums dejectedly before pulling away from him.

continue here (kulto ni tobias gc convo)

continue here (housemates' gc convo)

continue here (eli's tweets)

“Saan tayo after sa Valiente?” Gwen asked from the shotgun seat, craning his neck back to look at Eli who sat in the back seat with Leon and Jacynthe. It was obvious that he was in severe  discomfort with the atmosphere in the car with both Jas and Alistair being in the same space when fully, everyone knew how shit went down for the both of them.

Jacynthe and Alistair were a thing about a couple of years ago, when Alistair had just finished his Information Technology Degree. Philomena Yoon and Daphne Huh, have been bestfriends since highschool and have been each other’s support system since then especially when things got messy between their relationships and well, they both had children none of their partners wanted to keep. Basically, Jacynthe and Alistair knew each other for a long time already, with both their mothers being attached to the hip practically. But what seemed to be an ideal relationship between the two immediately went awry when Alistair migrated to LA to supposedly pursue a career in the Silicon Valley. The two broke up upon Alistair’s wish because apparently he could not handle a long distance relationship. Nonetheless, they kept contact after promising that he will be back once he’s established his career. Well, that was until Alistair enlisted into the military as a Military IT, and did not tell Jacynthe. Back then, Jas held on to every detail to his promise. She lived for the hope of it all, depending on empty promises as something to hold on to. You could only imagine how devastated Jas was when Alistair just decided to go into boot camp and go MIA from the internet scene for a good while. Thing about Jacynthe is that she doesn’t just love. When she loves, she loves deeply and truly and madly. She makes it a point that everything she can give, she will give if that’s what it took for her to be loved. Maybe you can daddy issues for it, but that’s how it is. Jas went around serial dating guys who weren't even worth half a minute of her time. They were all sorts of guys—jobless, narcissistic, manipulative, you name it— all of roommates can agree that they were only there for the money and the fame because Jacynthe was steadily rising to the limelight with songs she produced for multiple A-list singers and songs she wrote with Kyle Crisostomo. It was safe to say that even if it was worrisome that Jas is getting involved with someone like Tobias, who always claimed that he didn’t do relationships, he was nicer than anyone else. Tobi, if not for his compulsive need to stay out of relationships, would be one ideal guy. He’s talented and passionate and dedicated to the things that he loved to do, which was music. Something Jas has always been interested in as well. So, as uncertain as it may be, they had more hope that Jas would not get broken hearted by Tobi, more than anyone else she went on date with. 

“Bahay na uli,” Eli replied to him. “The band will come daw pa magpractice kami para sa set sa Aurora bukas.”

“Oh you will perform?” Gwen’s eyes lit up in excitement as he fully turned to look at her.

“Jas rin! She has a few songs to play with MC!” Jacynthe looked uneasy with it being brought up, especially with her ex sitting just in close proximity along with the fact that in both of her features, she will be singing with Tobias and Amir.

“Galingan n’yo bukas!”

There they were, in the VIP parking lot of Valiente Med, where most of the physicians and surgeons park their cars. It was safe to say that Eli was left speechless the moment her car entered the parking lot and several men dressed in suits were already waiting for them. Philomena Yoon, you are as OA as you can always be.

“Napaka-oa mo ninang,” Eli shrugged at her godmother as soon as she met them in her office.

“Jas!” Philomena smiles as soon as she moves to hug Jacynthe. “Oh how are you? May masakit ba sa’yo? Nasa OR si Mama mo ngayon!”

“Oh, may scheduled check up lang po, Tita. I’m okay naman.”

“Good ‘yan. You’re not pregnant naman, 'di ba? Kaya nagpapacheck up?”

“You put my IUD in, Tita!”

“Ay oo nga pala! Anyway, mabuti yan! Itong bata na ‘to, kelan ka huling nagpacheck up? Kailangan mo na magcheck up ng madalas! You’re gonna get married na next month you have to make sure na you’re completely healthy!”

“Isang beses sa isang taon lang ako nilalagnat, ninang. Para saan ba ‘yon?”

“What if you’re pregnant na pala?”

“Ninang! How?”

“Babe, you’re young! And engaged! And pretty! I was younger than you when I had Ali! I used to have pregnancy scares more than twice a month!” She laughed. “Either way, tama yan. Huwag kayong gagaya sa akin, I understand naman. And your ex boyfriend was an ass. If I was in your place I would’ve been extra careful din. Wouldn’t want a guy like him to knock me up like the genes that kid has! They’re gonna taint our pedigree! Ugh! And at least Ali’s dad was a lawyer and left me to pursue law kahit papaano, I know Ali is going to turn out smart and well kahit namana n’ya yata ng slight ang katarantaduhan ng tatay n’ya. Right, Jas?”

Gwen audibly snorted at his mom’s remark. It really isn’t a secret how furious Philomena was when Alistair did what he did, she made sure he knew that as soon as he graduated from bootcamp.

Jas could only hold her laughter by pursing her lips and nodding.

Philomena continued on yapping until everyone was in their respective places. Gwen ended up being the one to wait for Jas in the waiting room, while Ali came with both Eli and Leon in the doctor’s office.

“Okay, so—” 

The both of them seemed to stop in their tracks as soon as their eyes met. 

“I was given the impression that Doctor Valle would be here instead of an intern, can I have Doctor Valle instead?” Leon’s tone was cold and stoic, which really seemed to petrify Louisse in her place.

“Um… Pi-pinapunta po ako dito ni Doctor Valle dito para magcheck ng vitals-”

“Go back to Doctor Valle, tell her I’m paging her,” Philomena wasn’t much help with her authoritarian tone before reaching for her phone in her white coat to dial someone.

“Binilinan po kasi ako na wag magpakita sa kanya—”

“It doesn’t seem like my problem, Miss Laxa, go get Doctor Valle,” she told her, bluntly.

“She doesn’t look like she’s having the best day, Ninang,” Eli mumbled, eyes wide as soon as she realized that tears were already forming in Louisse’s eyes when she left. 

“This is the second week both her and your filthy ex boyfriend have been receiving pansit since you asked me to send them,” she grinned, complacent at her pettiness as she pushed the door close. Even Ali face-palmed at his own mother’s actions. “If I can’t kick them out, the best I can do is to wish that their shift is worse than the last one.”

“Akala ko once n’yo lang yon gagawin!”

“Oh it’s no problem! I’m paying the nanay na naging patient ko a hefty to cook the pansit I send them everyday! So like isipin mo nalang na we’re supporting Nanay’s cooking business! It’s okay!”

Even Ali could not hold it any more, snorting at his mother’s level of petty. He could not believe how much immaturity his mother still got even after all those years of hardships and life lessons she learned. 

“Even Daph is on this! The Clark boy hasn’t got one scrub duty after one fuck up since we found out about what he has been doing! You have been saved by grace Alistair! If you were in the medical field din, Daphne and I would’ve gave you toxic shifts after toxic shifts too! Naiinis pa rin ako sa ginawa mo!”

“Hay nako, Yoon,” Doctor Valle appeared from the door, giving Philomena a high five as they both grinned. It seemed like they were all in to really making Isaac and Louisse’s shifts worse than it should be, which in Eli’s mind…deserve.

-

“Why are you here?” Isaac bursts out as soon as Eli was out of the comfort room.

“My grandparents built this hospital, Isaac. What do you mean?” Eli spat out, glancing around to look for anyone who might see them both so that she may be able to call for help if she needed to.

“I know what you and Doctor Yoon are doing, Eli. Please, if going back to you would fix this—

“I don’t want you back, Isaac. Sana nahihiya ka sa mga sinasabi mo,” she gritted her teeth, appalled at the audacity that Isaac had to confront her like this.

“So what, mahal mo na? Kaya ayaw mo na agad sa akin?” He quipped, almost like he was offended. “Ganon kabilis?”

“Did you think I would really stay in love with you, Isaac? After you cheated on me with Louisse? Na on multiple occasions you assured me that was just your med school classmate?” Elijah was bursting in anger. She was fuming at the fact that she was being painted as the bad person when he had been cheating on her long before. “You are delusional, Isaac Sim.”

“Eli… You don’t love him—”

“That’s not for you to decide, Isaac.”

Isaac scoffed at her response, jaw visible tightening which scared her greatly. She never saw Isaac as someone who would harm her in any way, but that was before. He was a completely different person than she knew him as. She couldn’t be sure of how he’ll move next.

“Paano? Ganoon kabilis?” His voice was rising quickly which made Eli’s heart pound even harder but she kept her composure, not backing down even when tears were beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

It was fast. Everything was fast with Leon but it felt natural. It felt light and normal, like it was meant to be there in the first place and really that feeling was so much different that when she was with Isaac.

“That’s disgusting, Eli,” he sniggered. “Just so you know, no one is going to love you better than I ever did. Ikaw? Who’s gonna love you at your state—”

“What the fuck are you telling my fiance?” Leon barked from the end of the hallway, which despite the volume of his voice, sent relief to Eli that she was no longer in danger, most especially when Alistair, Philomena and Belinda Valiente followed suit.

“We’re just talking, Doc—”

“You’re off Philomena's program, Sim. Pack your things.”

“Doc—”

“You are cornering my grandaughter, Sim. Hindi ka na nga maayos kumilos noong mga nakaraang araw, ko-kornerin mo pa ang apo ko?”

“I am not cornering her, Doctor Valiente, naguusap lang po talaga kami.”

“Hindi kami bulag, Mr. Sim. Lalong lalong hindi kami bingi, we heard what you said! Wag mo kaming ginagawang tanga. Alam naming matagal mo nang niloloko si Eli bago pa kayo maghiwalay kaya wala kang karapatan na sabihin ‘yan sa inaanak ko. Now, pack you things and find another institution that will tolerate your behavior because you are off my program.”

Eli just stood there in shock while Leon held her tight for deep compressions. 

Isaac dejectedly walks out from the hallway, making Philomena and Belinda turn to Elijah who is now in a full blown meltdown from what had just happened.

“You’re okay, baby,” Leon assures kissing the top of her head as she tried to hold back sobs.

–

“Ellie,” Leon called from his seat on the couch inside the studio. He was sitting next to Gwen and Amir, who were visibly flirting with each other while her. Tobi and Jas were MIA doing god knows what, while Karlo, Elijah and Kyle were trying to figure out how to keep Karlo from being flustered whenever Ellie does one of Leon’s funky rhythm patterns that no one in the band who has the ability to play bass can do. Everyone had been trying to distract Eli from what happened that morning, avoiding at all costs to bring up what happened earlier for her sake.

“Why po?” Elijah asked, walking over to him, abandoning the two who were currently arguing about Karlo being distractible. “May masakit ba? Do you want to go rest na sa taas?”

“No,” he replied, grinning like a child when Ellie walked over to him. He was just glad that Ellie paid attention to him and not two of his bandmates anymore. He gets it though, neither Kyle or Karlo would even have the stomach to go for their bro’s girl, but it made him uneasy how easily they could if they wanted to, especially with Ellie not even being his girlfriend in the first place. “Just wanted your attention.”

“You are so annoying, Leon,” she laughed, playfully flicking his forehead as he reached for her torso pulling her close to hug her middle, resting his head against her stomach. “Nagpa-practice kami.”

“Magaling ka naman na, ako kaya ang nagturo sa’yo!” he whined, burying his face on her belly even more, attempting to blow raspberries on the exposed part of her stomach.

“Ay parang bata naman oh,” she laughed, trying to pull him away, holding both sides of his face to make him look at her. “Sure kang wala kang nararamdaman?”

“Nararamdaman kong gusto ko ng kiss–”

“Pasintabi naman!” Amir laughed. “Hindi nga kayo magjowa tas mas malala pa kayo sa amin maglandian!”

“What for? Ikakasal na rin naman kami?” Eli laughed at him, placing both of her arms around Leon, embracing him closer to her. 

“Do you want me to court you?”

“Bitch, I don’t do ligaw.”

“She doesn’t do ligaw!” Jas laughed, entering the room, lipstick slightly smudged, with a smile on her face nonetheless.

“You should know this! Hindi ako nagpaligaw kahit kanino!”

“Hindi ka niligawan ni Isaac?” He exclaimed, appalled that Isaac did not do such when Eli nodded. “Bakit hindi?”

“Kasi I asked him not to,” she replied nonchalantly. “I find the concept of ligaw stupid. Like why would you put your best foot forward to impress a woman? Show me na agad how much do I have to endure then I’ll judge kung I want to be your girlfriend.”

“It seemed like Isaac put his very best foot forward pa rin naman the entire time,” Gwen argued. 

“Oh edi tanga na ako, yun ga ang gusto mong sabihin?” Eli sassed at him. 

“True naman! Tanga ka nga!”

“Do you love me enough to want me to be your boyfriend?”

Eli knew the answer to that

It was yes. Always yes and million times more.

But somehow a lump on her throat formed and she couldn’t form the words to say that yes, she was in fact, in love with everything Leon is and whatever it is that scares her so much from telling him that she loves him was an ass for getting in the way of things. Because she wants to tell him, but her heart is beating faster every second passing and because it still scares her that she wouldn’t know how to explain if he asked why.

“I’ll answer that later,” she smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss on top of his. “Will take that as an answer for now?”

“I can take it as an answer as a whole, baby,” Leon hummed, grabbing her by the neck to pull her into a kiss once again.

“Mahiya naman kayo sa mga kasama n’yo!” Tobi shouted from the door, entering with his crumpled shirt that’s not suspicious at all if you had an IQ of a rock. 

“Kunwari nalang hindi halata na nagsession kayo ni Jas sa banyo, dugyot,” Amir shrugged at his friends, pulling Gwen loser to him. “Buti pa kami behave dito.”

“Eh subukan mong hindi magbehave pag hindi ka natupi sa walo ng Kuya n’ya na nasa taas,” Leon remarked, making the room burst into laughter, somehow making Eli forget about what happened earlier and the fact that she didn't know what to expect tomorrow.

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“As you all know, Leon got involved in an accident a few weeks ago…” Amir stood in front of the microphone while Eli held Jacynthe’s hand on one hand and Leon on the other, while she waited for her cue. “We regret to inform you na hindi natin makakasama si Leon ngayong gabi dahil doon, we have a surprise guest tonight!”

“You may already know her by now dahil inispoil naman ni Leon kagabi,” the crowd roared upon realizing who was coming up the stage right now. “The woman behind most of the songs of Midnight Covey’s debut album and the Loophole's only full album, the woman behind Mahika, and the woman behind the humble beginnings of the Midnight Covey, I present to you, our bassist for tonight, Ruby Elijah Yang!” 

“Hi!” Eli called, the crowd getting louder every passing second, until she could barely hear herself through her in-ears. “I’m Eli. I was a member of the Loophole and I am Leon’s girlfriend.”

Even the band seemed surprised by the sudden announcement, all of them jumping with happiness as they looked back at Leon from backstage. “Also we’re getting married, so I guess fiancée na pala ako.”

“Leon is off the market, unfortunately. Yun lang talaga ‘yung gusto n’yang sabihin, Covens,” Amir laughed.

“Hala ikaw rin naman,” Kyle rolled his eyes at him.

“Aba syempre, andyan ang baby ko sa audience! Nasan ang mahal ko?” Everyone roared, assuming it was then but the camera drone immediately spotted Gwenael, who was standing in the VIP section with the rest of their friends. “Ayan! Oh jowa reveal bigla.”

The first song in the set was ‘You’, which was the first song she helped Kyle produce during the early days of the band. While Leon has never been more proud that Eli was finally singing the song she’s always loved, Kyle could not feel anymore happier that after multiple demo recordings of You, she was finally at the point where she’s singing as a feature in the song.

“You really love our Eli, no?” Jas chuckled beside Leon, who sat comfortably in a monoblock chair, grinning like a chesire cat while he enjoys Eli’s live vocals through his in-ear.

“Always have,” he shrugged.

“Bakit mo iniwan noon?”

Leon glanced at back and forth from Jas and Eli before responding, “I didn’t want the pain of losing her as someone more important to me than she was, Jas.”

“Anong difference noon ngayon?”

“Better to love than not love at all,” he replied. “Noong nasaksak ako, I only had one thing in mind, I didn’t want to go home dead to Eli. So even if I was practically dying noon, I knew I needed to find a way to cheat death.”

After the set was wrapped up and everyone was good to go, everyone huddled in the bus that they had rented, laughing and enjoying the vibe that the stage had left them all.

“Did you enjoy it?” Leon asked, sitting sideways on the bus seat so that he would be able to look at Eli properly while she ate her fast food. 

Elijah nodded enthusiastically. Leon couldn’t agree more. The stage lit up when she came like she was always meant to be there. She was a natural on stage, she didn’t need to be prepared to be there. She knew what she had to do and devoured Leon’s difficult bass lines like it was her forte all along.

“Inom kang gamot pagtapos kumain, okay?” He smiled, leaning over to kiss the side of her head, inhaling the scent of her coconut scented shampoo from her quick shower a while ago, that to everyone’s knowledge, Leon had the privilege of watching a while ago.

Eli hummed in response, nodding her head. “Thank you for letting me cover for you,” she smiled at him, after chugging down from her pink water bottle. “I appreciate it very much.”

“Masaya akong naenjoy mo ‘yon,” Leon hummed, looking at her before pressing a firm kiss on her lips.

“I love you, Leon,” she hummed as soon as Leon pulled away. He could physically feel explosions inside of him as soon as he heard it. 

Elijah Yang loves him.

At that point, Eli could firmly distinguish the difference between the feeling of butterflies and fireworks inside of you. While the fireworks were loud, there was some comfort in the light it gave. Some kind of warmth that she feels whenever she watches it burn in the sky, leaving bright colors and painting picturesque memories in her mind. The butterflies were quiet and they were quick and fleeting to the memory. It made her nervous about happiness because of how quick it could die.

And for once, love did not make her feel nervous. Scared, for sure, of all the uncertainty that there is but nervous was never in the picture. Leon exudes comfort for her everywhere she goes. Someway, wherever Leon was, there was a sense of safety. 

They have loved and lost and loved again. They were right after all. All roads lead back to where home is. And Leon is home.

And if the question goes around as to why she loved him so much, she still doesn’t know but she does love him. She just does. Regardless of if one day she’ll ever find that deeper meaning, she will love Leon until she can't anymore.

Leon threw blankets over her barbed wires before. His flee had sent her into a frenzy of desperation to find that comfort again that she allowed herself to be tricked. 

Eli guesses that love really does make you stupid.

But all’s well that ends well, right?

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