#best way to meet Filipinas

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕲OOD LUCK, BABE (X’MAS SPECIAL)

Sophia Laforteza x fem!reader

summary: when sophia left for dream academy, she bid you a quick and gut-wrenching goodbye then disappeared from your life. now, two years later, when she’s welcomed home for the holidays, she has mixed feelings when she sees the new boyfriend you’ve brought to meet your family

warnings: nsfw, suggestive/sexual themes, harsh language, angst, mean!sophia, toxicity, jealousy, cheating, dom!sophia, sub!reader, degradation

Y/N always knew Sophia was going to a pop star. She was so passionate about singing, so passionate about performing, she knew her ambition would drive her to success.

The Laforteza’s and the L/N’s were extensions of families. They spent every big holiday together, ever since Y/N and Sophia were babies. Growing up to be best friends, then something more in high-school, it was safe to say the two were closer than they wished they were. It made falling in love easier; hence, it also made the heartbreak just a little harder.

Y/N remembered pacing around Sophia’s room, her chest tight and beads of tears spewing from her eyes as she watched the Filipina pack her suitcase.

“Sophia, please,” Y/N pleaded, “Just stay a little longer.”

Sophia shook her head, her lips pursed together. Her gaze fixed on piling her clothes neatly in the suitcase, refusing to meet the younger’s bloodshot eyes.

“My flight’s early, I don’t have time to stay.”

“I just—I just want you here with me for a little longer. Please, baby, I don’t want you to go.” Y/N begged. She lied, she did want Sophia to go, because it meant she would be taking this big step towards her dream. But the way she was acting like she didn’t mean anything really stung.

Sophia’s arms slumped, her head thrown back with a sigh.

She didn’t want to drag it out—the suffering. She wanted to rip this bandaid off as quick as possible because she knew Y/N would never recover otherwise.

“I think you need to go home,” Sophia said, “Now.”

Y/N’s lips pursed into a pout, her hands shaking and her glossed eyes glaring at Sophia. Even in her attempts to look resentful, like she absolutely hated Sophia for gutting her with such heartless comments, she couldn’t.

Sophia could still see the glaring signs of adoration. Of love.

But she wouldn’t budge, and Y/N left. Sophia would leave for two years, solidifying her place in Katseye, without saying goodbye. And after about a year, Sophia found herself thinking back on the way she’d left things whenever she was left alone wallowing in her thoughts in silence.

On Christmas Eve, Sophia’s hot breath fogged in the crisp December air as she stepped out of her car. The snow crunched beneath her boots, the familiar smell of pine and firewood kissing her senses. After two years away, everything still looked the same—her childhood home nestled at the end of cup-de-sac, the warm glow of Christmas lights and blow-up decorations twinkling in the windows and the roof.

And yet, everything felt different.

The last time Sophia stood here, her dreams had been too big for this little town. She’d rushed her best friend, her love then out the door and shut her out. She bid her a quick goodbye, but they both knew it was a goodbye that carried the weight of finality. Life at Dream Academy swallowed her whole, and she had the benefit of not having time to think about the state of heartbreak she had left Y/N in. The gruelling, seemingly endless rehearsals, competitions, and performances leaving little room for texts or calls with anybody.

Now, standing in the same driveway, she felt a pang of guilt. Y/N deserved more than the silence Sophia had given her.

The door swung open, and Sophia was greeted by her dad beaming back from the other side of the doorway. “Sophia, you made it!”

“Hi, Daddy. Merry Christmas.” She forced a smile, wrapping her arms around him as he pulled her into a tight hug. Inside, the chatter of familiar voices inside reached her ears, and she braced herself for the reunion she both longed for yet dreaded. “Sorry I’m late, traffic from the airport was horrible.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, baby, I’m just glad you made it. Come in, come in! Your mother’s just setting the table, but everybody else will be so happy to see you.”

The house was bustling, with the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey filling the air. Sophia greeted family members, greeting the children of her aunts and uncles. Y/N’s dad was by the fireplace, sharing a laugh with her own. It was a tradition for their families to spend the holidays together, a bond forged over decades of friendship.

When he spot Sophia, he stood, his arms wide open.

“Oh, Sophia! It’s been a while. How are you, my dear?”

She was like a second daughter to him, but a huge surge of guilt swirled in her stomach when she saw just how happy he was to see her. It made her think about how heartbroken she had left Y/N. It also made her wonder if their parents knew about their relationships—how they ended things.

“I’m—I’m good. I’m glad to be back.” She smiled politely.

“It’s great to see you, Sophia. Really. Have you seen Y/N yet? She’ll absolutely go crazy when she sees you.”

Sophia pursed her lips together. “No, not yet.”

“Well, she should be just around here—!”

And then she saw her. Y/N stood near the kitchen, her smile as radiant as ever. But it wasn’t just her.

Sophia’s heart dropped.

Next to Y/N stood a guy, his arm draped casually around her shoulders. He was tall, with an easy charm and a laugh that seemed to fit perfectly into the room. He had defined features, shaggy dark brown hair and icy blue eyes. He looked like the boys Y/N used to date before Sophia, the picture perfect type of guy she knew Y/N’s parents wanted. Sophia’s chest tightened as she watched him lean in, whispering something that made Y/N’s cheeks flush.

From across the room, Y/N caught Sophia’s dumbstruck gaze. Her own eyes widened, taking in the majestic sight of the Filipina standing amidst her family again. In a way, she looked like she was back where she belonged, but somehow still managed to stick out like a sore thumb.

“Sophia,” Y/N gasped, breaking Sophia’s trance. She crossed the room with a wide smile, pulling her into a hug. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Sophia managed, her voice catching. Her arms hesitantly hooked around Y/N’s tinier frame, a hand sliding to give her a quick squeeze. She wanted to say more, to explain her silence, but the words stifled in her throat.

A cleared throat interrupted their moment.

Y/N stepped back, her hand slipping into the man’s behind her. His hand casually slid to palm her hip, tugging her towards him in a possessive manner. Sophia felt like gagging at the sight, but she somehow struggled to look away. “Sophia, this is Matt. My, uh… my boyfriend.”

Matt extended a hand, his grin warm and genuine. “Matt Sturniolo. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Sophia replied, her voice steady even as her stomach churned. All that training put into putting up an act for work seemed to be paying off.

“You’re… Godfrey’s daughter?” he asked, receiving a quick nod and tight-lipped smile from the Filipina. “How do you two know each other?”

Sophia eyed Y/N, not sure which explanation she wanted to say; “We used to date until I had to leave the country to chase my dream” or “I used to fuck your girlfriend behind the backs of guys like you.”

“Uh, well, Sophia and I grew up together. Uncle Godfrey and Dad are really close.” Y/N explained, a hand on Matt’s chest as the man nodded. “We were best friends.”

His fingers smoothed out the creases in her dress over her ass, clutching her close to him like a trophy.

Sophia wanted to punch his lights out.

“How have you been? How’s life in LA?” Y/N asked, her eyes holding Sophia’s gaze. Her face still held the same sincerity, the same kindness Sophia took advantage of two years ago.

The Filipina nodded, “Good. It’s going good so far.”

The younger smiled, her bottom lip tugging in between her teeth. “That’s nice to hear. Your folks missed you a lot. They have me over more just to have a voice around here.”

Speaking of her folks, her mother appeared in the doorway between the vast living room and the kitchen. When she spotted her daughter conversing with Y/N, she let out a loud sigh. Her arms waved above her head, jogging over to tackle the singer in a hug. Sophia laughed, hugging her mother as the older woman squealed in excitement.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Oh, baby, you’re here! And you both are together again, ugh.” She clutched her heart, glancing between the two of them. “I’ve prayed for this day.” She kissed Sophia’s head, before turning to Y/N. “Y/N, sweetheart, will you please come help me with the cookies? I would ask Sophia, but y’know her, Ms. Clutz. I trust you around not things more than I do her.”

The Filipino clicked her tongue. “Rude.”

“And I see you’ve met Matt.” The man shot the mother a smile. She sighed, a hand squeezing Sophia’s arm. “Isn’t he just the most perfect boy you’ve ever met? I hope you find a boy just like him in the future, mahal.”

Nobody else seemed to notice, but Y/N caught the way Sophia’s guarded expression faltered just the slightest before that poker face of hers masked her true thoughts. She was never once to go against what her parents wanted, but what her parents wanted always seemed to be her getting married to a man and having grandchildren. Even then, Sophia knew the only person who truly understood her passion, the love she had for music and performing was Y/N.

But now she was too busy ogling Matt Sturniolo.

“Yes, of course, Mrs. L.” Her hand slid down from Matt’s chest, squeezing his hand briefly before she left with Sophia’s mother, arm laced around hers.

Awkward silence engulfed the two of them.

“So…” Matt began, “Heard you’re a pretty big star.”

Sophia hummed, shrugging. “Yeah, my bandmates and I work really hard. But there’s always room for improvement.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the Sturniolo nodded, “Look, I don’t want things to be weird, but I’ve heard about you and Y/N before you left and I just wanna say, she practically worships you.”

Sophia felt her heart begin racing. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve only ever heard her talk about you once or twice, but… she loves you. A lot. You’re like the person she admires most.” Matt chuckled, “When we started dating, she had this notification on her phone to alert her whenever your band would put something new out. She stopped a couple months in, but she definitely still tries to keep up.”

Sophia hadn’t realized Y/N would know things about her and Katseye. It made her feel quite… exposed.

Yet, it felt freeing, to know somebody from her past cared.

And of all people, it made her feel guilty it was her.

“Really?” Sophia feigned happiness, “That’s… really sweet.”

“Anyway, you looking for a drink? There might be some beer or wine at the bar.”

Matt offered to go grab them some drinks, as if he was the host and she was the guest. It didn’t feel like her home anymore, watching the man work his way around her house, standing beside Y/N, hanging off her arm almost felt like he was replacing her in a way. Two years ago, she was in his place; she was the one pouring the greeting guests with drinks on Christmas eve, she was the one with her arm around Y/N, whispering things in her ear that made her laugh.

Now, it was all Matt Sturniolo this, Matt Sturniolo that.

Walking past the doorway to the kitchen, Sophia’s ears picked up on a familiar sound. A light, heavenly laughter that eased into the gentle crackling fire and faint Christmas jazz.

She saw her mother telling a story about some funny encounter she experienced that day, her hands focused on decorating the cookies on the tray. Beside her stood Y/N, in her element, a hand over her mouth as she tried containing that contagious laughter. One side of her hair tucked behind her ear, her eyes curved and soft and her smile grew.

She looked so beautiful. Fuck, how could somebody look so beautiful doing nothing?

Feeling her chest tighten, a tap on her shoulder shook her from her daze. Spinning on her heel, she was met with Matt holding up two bottles of beers.

“Woah, my bad. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Sophia sighed, grabbing the bottle from his hand. “Hey, Matt, can I ask you a weird question?”

The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Shoot.”

“How long have you and Y/N been… dating?”

He pondered a moment. “Coming on two years, why?”

“And has Y/N ever told you about her exes or…?”

He shook his head. “Not really, no. It’s a touchy subject. I just know the last guy she dated absolutely shattered her.”

Sophia wondered if Y/N was telling people her ex was a man, or if she just never corrected what people automatically assumed of her. Whichever one, it soured her mood.

“How long has it been since you’ve talked to Y/N?”

The question caught Sophia off guard. “Hm?”

“You and Y/N. You’re supposed to be best friends, right? But you two seem a little… distant. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s not my place to say, but you guys don’t exactly give besties.”

For the rest of the evening, Sophia tried to focus on the conversations, the laughter, the shared stories of the past two years. But her eyes kept drifting to Y/N and Matt. The way he looked at her, the way she leaned into him—it was everything Sophia missed about her.

The evening wore on, and soon the house grew quieter.

It was easier to distract herself when she was bombarded with questions from relatives about her career. Eventually, Sophia stepped out onto the porch, the cold air biting her skin as she tried to clear her thoughts. She walked down the stairs to their backyard, taking a seat by their pool. She took her shoes off, dipping her feet into the lukewarm water.

“Thought you’d be out here.”

She turned to find Y/N standing behind her, arms wrapped around herself for warmth. The sheer long sleeve she was wearing definitely gave her no sense of warmth, especially not in the skirt she was wearing.

“Yeah,” Sophia mumbled, looking out at the snow-covered yard. “Just needed some air.”

Y/N reluctantly took a seat beside Sophia, who refused to look at her. She shook her Uggs off, feet sinking underwater as well.

“This is bringing me back,” Y/N chuckled, “To when we would just sit out here and we’d fall asleep after a late night dip.”

Sophia didn’t reply, just savouring the sound of her laugh. She didn’t realize just how much she missed hearing it until she heard it again. She don’t know what to say, she didn’t know if it would be appropriate for her to say anything.

“Did you miss me?” or “Do you hate me?”; no, “I’m sorry.”

Instead, Sophia opted for a passive statement. Her ego shielding her from seeing her true attitude.

“That boyfriend of yours seems nice.”

Y/N cradled herself, her hands slowing at rubbing her arms for warmth. Her gaze fixed on the Christmas lights dangling from the roof. It had been the second time tonight she’s left Matt to fend for himself in a room full of people he didn’t know. If they were anywhere else, she would feel bad; but, sitting here, just feeling Sophia’s presence after such a long time, Matt seemed to be the last place her mind was hung on.

“Yeah. He’s a sweet guy.”

Sophia rolled her eyes at the soft edge in Y/N’s voice.

The muffled sounds of the dinner party inside drowned in the sounds of their feet swishing water around.

“Hm, he looks exactly like the assholes you used to date,” the Filipina snarkily remarked, “Just your type.”

There she was, the mean Sophia that left and didn’t look back.

“He treats me well. And he loves me.”

“Yeah? Bet he loves sticking his dick in you more.”

Y/N’s shoulders stiffened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sophia leaned back on her hands, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. “Come on, Y/N. You really don’t see it? He’s so… basic. Does he even know what you like? How to turn you on—?”

“That’s enough, Sophia.” Y/N’s voice wavered, but her eyes stayed steady.

Sophia leaned forward, her expression softening for a moment. “I’m just saying… it doesn’t seem like he’s what you need. Your taste got better, but now it just kinda plummeted again.”

Y/N stood abruptly, water flicking at Sophia as she grappled at her shoes. “Y’know what? I’m glad to see fame hasn’t changed that nasty attitude of yours. I was trying to be nice, put it all behind me because I missed you and I wanted to at least be friends again, but clearly I was wrong to think you would’ve matured at least the tiniest bit.” She shook her head, scoffing. “You don’t get to sit there and insult someone you don’t even know.” Her voice shook with anger. “Matt’s nothing like the guys I used to date, and he’s certainly nothing like you. He was the one there for me when you weren’t.”

Sophia blinked, her cool demeanor slipping. “When I wasn’t?”

“Yes, when you weren’t.” Y/N’s voice cracked as she stared down at Sophia, the memories bubbling to the surface. “When you fucking just—tossed me aside when you had a chance at your career, your dreams. And then you didn’t even have the decency to give me a reason why you were being such a jerk about it. I tried calling so many times after you left, I stay up late at night just thinking about you, crying myself to sleep. So no, you don’t get to waltz back into my life, insult Matt, and act like you know me. You don’t know me anymore.”

Sophia’s jaw tightened, her eyes flickering with guilt and something deeper. Her own feet pulled out the pool as she propped herself up. “Y/N, I—”

“No.” Y/N’s stammered, still shivering from the cold. “I’ve given so much of my time and myself to you and your stupid fucking games. This—” she gestured to Sophia, her tone full of frustration— “this is exactly why I stopped trying to call you. Why I decided I needed to move on.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick and unbearable.

Watching the way Y/N shook, Sophia wasn’t sure whether she was shivering from the cold or from the sheer force of finally letting her emotions loose. The younger woman had never been one to argue, never been one to confront. She was always Sophia’s obedient little plaything, just the way she liked it. But seeing her like this, standing her ground, staring the monster terrorizing her life—her every breath and thought—straight in the eye was so… comforting.

She had grown, something Sophia should have done.

Shrugging her jacket off, the Filipina draped it over Y/N’s shoulders, despite the younger’s groans of protest.

“Is that what you call this?” she asked, stepping closer. Her voice was low, almost trembling. “Being with someone so... safe, so easy? Someone your parents want as an in-law?”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as Sophia came closer, the familiar scent of her perfume making her heart ache.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sophia was inches away now, her gaze searching Y/N’s face. “Don’t I?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before Y/N could respond, Sophia’s hand brushed against her cheek, tentative but electrifying. “You’re lying to yourself,” she said softly. “And maybe I deserve all of this—the anger, the blame. But don’t pretend he makes you feel the way I do.”

“Don’t.” Y/N whimpered, her tone less convincing than the way her body language was giving her away.

Instinctively, she needed to draw Sophia close, her body leaning towards the magnetic pull from the Filipina’s hands.

“He’s a fucking cuck and you know it.”

“I love him.” Y/N muttered.

“And I love you,” Sophia whispered back, leaning in to gently press her lips against Y/N’s, the kiss igniting every suppressed feeling she’d buried. It was reckless, infuriating, and utterly terrifying impossible to resist.

Y/N moaned against her glossed lips. Her own hands fighting Sophia’s off before they reached any further up her skirt. “Sophia, somebody will see.”

“Meet me upstairs then.” Sophia stole a quick kiss again, “Where nobody can see.”

The Filipina securely fastened her coat over the shorter’s shoulders, her hot breath thawing Y/N’s cool cheeks. She leant down slow, torturously pecking the corner of her lips, before glancing up at the woman’s eyes, then down again.

“Don’t make me wait.”

When Y/N stepped back into the house a couple minutes after Sophia did, she was immediately approached by Matt, who had a beer bottle clutched in his hand.

“Hey, there you are. I’ve had to listen to your uncle talk about drag racing the past twenty minutes.” He snorted, “Woah, your cheeks are all pink… is that Sophia’s jacket?”

Y/N felt bad, lying to him.

Deep down, she knew she still had very intense feelings for Sophia. The same feeling she felt when Sophia left her, when Sophia told her to leave her house like she was some stranger, when Sophia was all smiles and super happy in every photo taken of her after she had successfully debuted as Katseye’s leader. Somehow, despite Matt being the safe and better option, she would rather be used, be drained dry of whatever she had to give and discarded than be with him if it meant she got to feel what it was like to be Sophia’s girl again.

“Yeah, yeah, I, uh—I’m not feeling very well.”

“Oh. Do you wanna go home? I’ll get the car.”

“No! No, it’s okay. I just need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

Y/N smiled gratefully, feeling the man’s hand rub her arm soothingly. She gently brushed him off, giving him one last look before heading towards the stairs.

There was no turning back now.

Quietly, she crept upstairs, walking past the hung portraits of Sophia and her family, some of which Y/N appeared in.

When she finally got to the door with a customized plaque with sticker letters spelling out “Sophia”, she knocked softly. Nearly immediately, the door flung open and she was yanked in. The door slammed shut behind her, and she was thrusted against the surface. The sound reverberated in the small space. It was dimly lit by a single lamp in the corner, casting shadows on the walls lined with posters and old photos of the two of them.

Y/N barely had time to take it all in before Sophia’s lips were on hers again, desperate and full of unspoken apologies. Her body pushed Y/N’s against the door, the younger’s hands threading into her hair as if she were afraid she might disappear again.

“You drive me insane,” Sophia murmured against her lips, her voice low and rough. Her hands slid down Y/N’s sides, gripping her hips like she was anchoring herself. “I’ve missed this.”

“Sophia,” Y/N interrupted, her breath hitching as Sophia’s lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of heat. “This doesn’t change anything.”

Sophia pulled back just enough to meet Y/N’s gaze, her dark eyes filled with something raw and unguarded.

“Okay,” she whispered, her eyes dark. “Let’s see if you’re saying the same thing after I fuck you senseless.”

Y/N’s felt heat pool straight down to between her legs. She couldn’t stop herself from pulling Sophia closer, her fingers tangling in the loose fabric of her shirt. “You’re such a fucking prick,” she whispered, the words a mixture of accusation and longing. “Still just as cocky.”

“You love it,” Sophia said again, her lips trailing wet kisses down her neck. “Y’know you love me.”

Something in her tone shattered Y/N’s remaining defenses. She pulled Sophia into another kiss, this one fiercer, fueled by a newfound hunger she had to engulf her senses in Sophia. They stumbled toward the bed, their limbs entangled. Sophia’s hands were everywhere, sliding under Y/N’s shirt and hiking her skirt up higher until the band of her black lace showed. Y/N gasped as Sophia’s lips found the sensitive spot below her ear, her knees buckling as they fell onto the mattress together.

Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, the space between them disappearing as if it had never existed. Sophia’s touch was both familiar and foreign, reigniting sensations Y/N had tried to forget. Every kiss, every caress, felt like a plea for forgiveness—a desperate attempt to make up for all the time they’d lost.

Y/N arched into Sophia’s touch, her breaths coming in short, shaky gasps as Sophia’s lips moved lower, exploring every inch of skin like she was memorizing it. The heat between them was almost unbearable, the air thick with the scent of desire and the faint perfume Sophia always wore.

“Sophia,” Y/N moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets as Sophia’s mouth worked its way down her body.

Sophia’s lips hovered just above Y/N’s skin. She looked up, her gaze locking with Y/N’s. “Eyes on me, baby,” she whispered, her voice sending vibrations straight through Y/N. “I wanna see that pretty face when you cum”

Y/N eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back as she breathily gasped at Sophia’s tongue hitting just the right spot. “I hate you for leaving,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “Fuck, I hate you so much.”

The confession broke something in Sophia, and she surged forward, eating Y/N out with a desperation that felt like it could consume them both. Her hands locked into Y/N’s thighs with her legs thrown over her shoulders. When the younger’s breath grew erratic, she knew she was close. And with a pitched gasp, Sophia’s tongue lapped up whatever had gushed from Y/N.

For a couple minutes, they just laid side by side on Sophia’s bed, catching their breaths before Y/N propped herself up, picking up her discarded clothing off the floor.

She slipped them on, back facing a confused Sophia who watched her movements with a tilted head.

“Heading back downstairs,” Y/N stated flatly, “Matt’s probably waiting for me to head home.”

Sophia scoffed, “Are you fucking serious? I just had you cumming on my tongue and you’re going back down to him?”

“Yes, Sophia.” Y/N’s eyes shut, sighing. “Maybe now you’ll know what it feels like to watch someone leave without a goodbye.” She flung the door open to the bustling liveliness of festivities downstairs, disappearing down the hall.

Sophia lied in her bed, a hand through her hair. She scoffed.

If it’s a game Y/N wants to play, it’s a game she’ll play.

[hazel-tanthamore22]

✿ Back to me ✿

Warning:Angst/comfort, Starts angsty but good trust🤞. Yunjin is kinds iffy in this. Lmn if I should make an alternative where reader ends up with Sophia. Mentions of Sophia x reader

A/n: During dream academy. Prompt insop from @kkoga

Sypnosis: After Yunjin ghosted you to pursue her dream of becoming an idol, a year later, she suddenly wants you back?

Yunjin x dream!academy!freader

Getting woken up at 6 am by Missy wasn't an out of the ordinary thing, even on days where you and the others were told it was a free day, but what had you so mad about it this time was the fact you had to meet le sserafim.

Meeting all of them wasn't the problem but it was facing her again. The thought of facing Yunjin again after the breakup made your stomach turn and do flips, not in the good way.

For context, Yunjin ghosted you in 2022 when le sserafim debuted. You were happy for her, what made you mad was the fact she didn't tell you she was auditioning and definitely didn't tell you of her debut.

You didn't find out from her, you had to find put from the debut announcement on the hybe YouTube channel. You were proud of her and texted her, you had to wait days on end for a reply before you just, stopped waiting, choosing to move on.

So that why you are currently clutching Sophia's hand while you and the other dream academy participants stand in the dance room waiting for le Sserafim's arrival. Sophia, ever tge caring best friend, noticed your discomfort and mad note to ask you about it later, but for now offered silent comfort.

When le sserafim make their arrival, you look everywhere but Yunjin, smiling at every other member, making sure you don't look at her, not knowing how you'd react if you make eye contact for too long.

Missy tell us to shake hands with them and your stomach drops,you tell yourself it won't be that bad since you're one of the first on the line, so it won't be long.

You shake Sakura and Chaewons hands, bowing with a small nod, you shake yunjin's hand and As you're ready to move on to Kazuha, her grip tightens like she doesn't want to let go but you pull you hand away and continue.

After some more talking between the members and you guys Yunjin talks. "I can actually say all you names" she says and decides to be funny and start from the opposite side of the line, you were on the end of the line, meaning you would be last.

"Manon, Daniela, Sophia and you're Y/n right?" She states the names, saying your name in a questioning tone Luke you guys don't have a history together. Everyone cheers, but you and Yunjin knew you were faking it.

It came time for you guys to go back to the dorms, you bow to them and exit the dance room. As you guys start to walk away you hear an all too familiar voice behind you.

"Wait, Y/n please wait." Yunjin yells as she runs towards you, you roll your eyes before turning around. "What do you want Yunjin" you ask, your voice cold. "Let me explain please" She says coming closer to you but Sophia, who was still holding you hand, pulls you closer to her.

Yunjin barely spares her a glance as she tries to reach out to you. "No Yunjin" you keep a poker face and say sternly, but in all reality it hurts a bit to see her so vulnerable.

"Please just listen, let me explain" She almost begs. But before you can reply she gets a text, she looks at her phone then looks back at you. "Just think this through text me please" she says before going the opposite way.

The girls all look at you as if asking for an explanation and you roll your eyes before turning to face them. "When we get home" you mumble before walking ahead of all of them.

But to everyone's dismay you lock yourself in you and Sophia's room, only opening the door for said Filipina. "What was all that about" she asks as she lays next to you on your bunk.

You haven't told anyone of the fact you used to date le sserafim's Yunjin, well, before she became le sserafim's Yunjin.

"She's my ex" you keep the explanation short and simple, not wanting to open the wound even more. Sophia's jaw drops, you don't get why she's surprised, Yunjin isn't even all that.(you're lying to yourself cause youre still mad)

"Huh Yunjin is your ex" she whisper yells but you give her a half hearted glare in return. "Sorry" she mumbles. "Can we not talk about her for tge rest of the night thank you" you grumble as you pull the blanket over your head, Sophia nods and gets beneath the blanket too.

The chatter and knocks on your dorm door is passing you off, and that's an understatement. You wiggle your way out of Sophia's arms, put on your glasses and open the door just to see the very face you didn't want to see first thing in the morning.

You close the door but you're a second too late as Yunjin puts her foot between the door and the frame. "Y/n, babe, please just talk to me." She says as she tries to push the door open. You hear a loud joint "BABE?" From Manon and Dani. You open the door, drag Yunjin inside and glare at the nosy duo before shutting and locking the door.

"Don't "babe" me and I already told you no Yunjin" You say annoyed as you turn to look at her. "Y/n please listen to me" She ask, reaching out to hold your hands.

"Yunjin, ill say this one last time, leave" You say sternly, as you step away from her. She drops to her knees in front of you. Your eyes widen as she does this. She's never been this vulnerable, not even during your relationship and you can see the frustration and hurt in her eyes.

"Y/n I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't text or meet you, the schedule and the company didn't allow me to do it, beleive me I wanted to" She starts to ramble about the policies and your heart softens, but Yunjin has always been a charmer and has her way with words, so it's not surpsing that you don't believe her just yet.

"She said no, Just stop pestering her Yunjin" Sophia spoke from your bunk. "Stay out of this Soph please" you say softly. Yunjin doesn't miss tge way your expression and voice softens when you look at and speak to Sophia.

Sophia simply scoff before getting off the bunk bed before walking towards you. "Just know you don't owe her an explanation and I'm here for you ok?" She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder before leaving the room.

"So what? She's the reason you won't listen" Yunjin scoffs as she stands up, walking closer to you. "Are you fucking serious Yunjin" You ask as you look at her incredulously as she accuses you of being with Sophia, even if you were, you owe her no explanation, especially after what she did.

She sighs and shakes her head before walking closer to you. "I'm sorry for assuming, just please hear me out." You see the genuine tone in her voice and nod, maybe it would be your chance to get closure.

She takes you to the Cafe you guys met at, interesting place to go considering you guys broke up. She didn't bother putting her mask of cap on, bot caring this time around if a scandal sparks, in all realness, she wants you back.

She explains everything with the dating ban and how your relationship could've added more hate to le sserafim and also affected you. You listen, understanding her since you've heard similar stuff while training to be in Katseye.

She reaches over to hold you hand which was on the table and places a gentle kiss on the back of it. "I miss you, I want you back please" She whispers, her voice wavering as her emotions start to get the better of her.

It takes you a second to register before sighing. "Fine, I'll give you one more chance to prove yourself but if you mess up it's done, alright Yunjin?" She say as you interlace your fingers with hers. She smiles and nods, giving you her "you're not gonna regret it face".

You both walk out of the Cafe hand in hand, Yunjin rambling like she usually does and you with a small smile. Maybe things will be better this time. Or will the media make it crumble again?.

A/n: longer than I anticipated. Should I make a pt2 and/or a version where she gets with Sophia?

[sirenreputation]

Maraya.

Prologue

Prologue summary

“Wukong lost someone so dear to him in the battle of the raging war in the Pearl of the Orient Sea. Many years have passed, but he has found her again… or perhaps she has found him.”

Author’s Note

“Hello, I want to make a fanfiction where our MC is a Filipina”

“The wind in the air feels nice”

Those were her last words, spoken as I held her in my arms, her life bleeding away. Her beautiful hair, once vibrant, was stained crimson. Blood marred her exquisite skin, dimming the light in her once-bright eyes, which now stared dully at me.

“Peaches...?”

My voice cracked. She lay still in my arms, numb, cold—so terribly, unbearably cold. Tears escaped, tracing a path down my cheeks and onto her face. Even in death, she was beautiful.

“WUKONG...!”

“WUKONG!!!”

My eyes flickered open to see MK staring at me, worry etched on his face. He really did care, this kid. It reminded me of her. A smile spread across my face as I approached him, ruffling his hair. "Hey, kid! You're early." MK sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a grin tugging at his lips. "Well… I came because I wanted you to meet my best friend! She's from the Philippines, and… well, she's your biggest fan! …Besides me, of course!"

“You know well enough ki-”

He cut me off abruptly, his hands flailing as he struggled to stammer out his words, his stutter tripping him up.

“I know! I know! It’s just that I wanted you to meet her! But she is special!! Really is!!”

"Special?" I echoed, confusion twisting in my gut. I was about to ask what he meant when my gaze landed on a familiar sight in the background. The same eyes, the same skin, the same smile… My heart plummeted as I saw her, looking around the area. Her eyes darted to me, and just like thousands of years ago, that familiar warmth bloomed on my cheek, my stomach fluttering in response. Oh, how I missed her smile, her eyes, the way she looked at me… Fuck. Was my mind playing tricks on me?

“Monkey king?”

MK’s voice cut me off the trans that I was in moments ago

“Monkey king? Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? If not- “

I cut the boy off with my sound of my chuckle, I look at him smiling and again ruffles his hair

“Pshhh kid! Do you know who your mentor is? I’m the Monkey king I never get sick!”

And that I gently push him to the side and extend my arms to her.

“Hey! I’m Monkey King!”

I want to touch her.. I want to touch her hand, I want to feel her warmth so bad I wanted to know that she is real, I want to know that she is here... Alive.

Oh please buddah...don't let this be a dream.. oh please no...

She look at me adoration filled her eyes as she takes my hand, her warm hands… oh how I miss her… I miss her dearly

“It’s nice to see you Monkey King!! Oh my gosh I’ve been you're biggest fan!!”

She happily shakes my arms as her smile shines so brightly. She gently let’s go of my hand and my heart drop for a second when I don’t feel her warmth, I wanted to grab her arms and hold it longer, but I restrain myself

“I’m (Name), it’s so good to finally see you! I- I mean meet you! Monkey King”

I saw her cheek blush, Oh her voice… I can finally hear it for so many years since I’ve last heard it, she continues to tell me about my stories that she has heard from MK, I can’t help but again but to laugh. I wanted her to stay. To Listen to her tell me stories that she heard about me, but I can't, I have to trained MK

“As much as I want to hear you telling me stories that MK told you but alas, I have to train him, your free to roam around the mountain if you like”

She looked at me blushing realizing that she had taken some time, and she held her hair from her sides and used it to cover her face.

“Oh my! Sorry!! For taking your precious time to hear me telling you stories that you already know of!”

She covered her face, a gesture that felt strangely familiar, a déjà vu moment. It was exactly how she'd reacted in her past life when shy or embarrassed. Even after centuries, she hadn't changed. Following her gaze to the left, I flinched at a soft gasp. She hurried toward a nearby rock, where dozens of baby monkeys stared at her with wide, curious eyes. Her face lit up; a radiant smile bloomed as she interacted with them. The slightly older monkeys recognized her instantly. I heard MK chuckle softly as he watched her playful interaction with the little creatures.

“Wow, never knew she was good with animals”

He giggled, and I couldn't help but giggle along. I tugged MK's shoulder, giving him my most smug smirk. "C'mon, kid," I said, and a determined look, a matching smile, spread across his face as he ran toward the training area. Before catching up, I turned to the older monkeys and whispered…

“ Watch her while I trained MK kay?”

I whispered to them, where they gave me a bright smile and I patted their heads.

“MONKEY KING”

I heard MK yelled which I chuckles, and using my cloud I quickly go to MK sides and I saw him readying himself which I gave him a smirk

“Let’s get this started”

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A loud clash and yelling could be heard a few blocks away, causing me to look toward the sound. There, I saw MK and the Monkey King training. Never in my life had I met the legendary Monkey King! I’ve never felt so honored. I remembered being amazed by Journey to the West as a child. I'm so thankful I met MK; otherwise, I wouldn't have met the Monkey King! I'll be forever grateful to MK.

"Chirp!" I was startled from my thoughts by a small chirp. Looking down, I saw the most adorable, cutest little monkey! I couldn't help but gently pick it up and kiss its forehead. It seemed so friendly, which was odd, as I'd read that monkeys can be aggressive, especially with their young.

"Hey there, little one!" I squeaked, gently putting the baby monkey down as others joined us. This made me giggle.

“OOF”

I let out an "Oof!" as a monkey jumped onto my back and began grooming me. I appreciated this affectionate gesture. I laughed and gently put the monkey down. Then, I heard someone calling my name.

“(Name)!”

I paused, my gaze sweeping across the chattering monkeys. Their ears, surprisingly large and sensitive-looking, twitched, swiveling towards the sound as if on invisible hinges. They'd heard it too. A chill prickled my skin, not just from the slight breeze rustling through the leaves overhead, but a deeper, primal unease. The air itself seemed to thicken, heavy with an unseen presence. I could almost taste the metallic tang of fear on my tongue as I bit my lip, the rough texture of my teeth a stark contrast to the sudden clamminess of my skin. My arm hairs prickled, tiny needles against my flesh, and I rubbed my arms frantically, the rough fabric of my shirt scratching against my already tense skin in a desperate attempt to ground myself. The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, usually comforting in this jungle setting, now felt suffocating, heavy like a shroud.

“(NAME)”

A jolt, sharp as a thrown dagger, shot through me at the renewed whisper of my name. I scrambled to my feet, a desperate carrying me towards MK and the Monkey King, the tiny monkey a frantic compass leading the way.

“(Name)…”

I heard my name, softer this time, brushed against my ears like a phantom's touch. It snagged my feet, halting my forward momentum. A knot of unease tightened in my chest, a persistent whisper urging me to look behind, to see who called. My brain screamed, a stark, panicked "NO!! DANGER," but the nagging feeling in my chest was relentless. Against my better judgment, I yielded to its insistent pull, twisting around to face…nothing. A hollow emptiness met my gaze. Frustration, raw and sharp, clawed at me. I bit back a curse, spun back around, and resumed my hurried trek toward MK and the Monkey King's training area. It was…odd. Unsettlingly strange.

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Chapter 1

[kuroppiii]

Hi! I saw your Brazilian reader and I was wondering if you could do it again? This time its Sugawara x Filipino reader where she is an exchange student from the Philippines? I hope this is ok, thank you!

  binibini ᵕ̈       sugawara kōshi x filipina!reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : japanese boy tries to ⋮⋮  harana no clickbait

📋 content     ♡ # 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 🐮     ♡ # 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 🥛     ♡ # ~850 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 ( wow i got carried away )

🎶 on shuffle “ mundo ” - iv of spades

🧸 directory  ‹ ✩  like what you read ? check out more of my blog !  •ᴗ•

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ SOBRANG OKAY YAN ! started doing backflips when i first saw this nonnie , salamat sa request mo 🫶 i hope you like it !!! ( i ' ve said this before but my tagalog isn ' t the best :,) so pls correct me nicely if i ' m mistaken anywhere ! ) ”

sugawara was spacing off the day you arrived

he didn’t even catch when the teacher announced their section has just received a new transfer student

but what he did notice, was how stunning you were once you walked into the classroom

like the grip on his pen goes slack and it rolls off his desk and onto the floor clattering (😭😭😭)

he quickly picks it up before looking back up to find which desk you just sat down at

he sneaks glances at you the whole rest of the period

AND WHEN YOU ACCIDENTALLY CATCH HIM 🫠

internally he panics and freaks out and almost shuts down completely bc what if you thought he was looking at you bc he thought you were weird or something

when that is DEFINITELY not the case!!!

so on the outside he gives you a warm and reassuring smile

if you smiled back before looking to the front of the classroom again

you’d miss how his ears have turned an excruciatingly obvious shade of red

he’ll ask around about you during volleyball practice, specifically with the other third years

“have you seen that new girl in your classes too?” [sugawara]

“which one?” [asahi]

“y/n? the one from the philippines?” [daichi]

“the philippines?!” [sugawara]

he had no clue (since bro was not locked in when the teacher first introduced you)

now he’s wondering how you’re getting by, coming to a completely new country and all

can you speak the language here? are you having a hard time? can he help you with that?

sugawara’s such a gentleman, he can’t help but worry for your well being!

(he especially can’t help it when you look so pretty whenever you pass him in the halls in-between classes)

sugawara isn’t necessarily a shy guy, so he eventually (bc granted it took a few days for him to muster up the courage) comes up to you one day at the end of class

“hello! how is school here for you so far?” [sugawara]

“oh! um, it—” [you]

“MY NAME’S SUGAWARA BY THE WAY OR YOU CAN CALL ME SUGA EITHER IS FINE.” [sugawara]

yeah he totally nailed that. went totally to plan

“my name’s y/n. nice to meet you sugawara!” [you]

you know enough to talk to him oh my god you’re talking to him so he feels more encouraged to keep talking to you more!

whether that’s after class, or in passing in the halls

or for instance he’ll eat lunch with you if he ever sees you eating alone while you’re still in the process of making friends after your initial transfer

shows interest in what baon you have packed for the day

always eager to listen to you talk about where you’re from and your stories from back home

as you talk, he listens sooo intently with the most admiring look on his face "he wants that cookie so fucking bad"

if you get hung up on finding a translation for a word, he’ll help you through it

is quickly looking up translations of words in tagalog on his phone under the lunch table

he thinks you don’t catch it but you totally do he’s not slick

(despite this, sometimes you make it into a little game)

“so it’s like mcdonald’s?” [sugawara]

“nooo! jollibee isn’t a… a… ? oh, what is it in japanese—?” [you]

“franchise? like more than one shop?” [sugawara] (furious typing can be heard)

“no, it’s the person with makeup.” [you]

“mascot? the one in a costume?” [sugawara] (more aggressive backspacing and typing as he occasionally glances to something at his side)

“almost! the one with big shoes!” [you]

“clown? pasayo?” [sugawara]

“yes, clown! thanks suga!” [you]

(your smile is so cute as you thank him for helping you that he feels like he can melt right then and there) (you knew the word for “clown” the whole time)

asks ukai like every week if his store is carrying any of the snacks or foods you’ve mentioned—chippy, clover, piattos, mang juan, pancit canton—anything he can get his hands on to see your face light up when he surprises you with it

will watch any teleseryes you recommend

and when he sees the whole harana courting deal on those shows, he’s like “ok bet”

that’s how he’s going to turn this friendship to something more!

will start offering to walk you home sometimes, and if you live with family members he would try to get good on their good side and always politely waves hi to them when he drops you off

writes you small and cute notes in class or slips them into your bag when you’re not looking as his own kind of love letter sitch

and when he’s ready to really shoot his shot

he has kiyoko to help him fold origami flowers (real ones would’ve been harder to hide in his bag) so cute i’m sobbing </3

and before he drops you off one day, he might not feel confident enough to sing to you 😭

butttt instead he finds popular filo songs and queues them up to play from his phone in his pocket

then he gives you the flowers <3

“p-pwede ba kitang maging boyfriend? (google translated "can i be your boyfriend?")” [sugawara]

🗒⋆ *. ୨୧⋆｡ taglist : @akaakeis , @19calicos , @berrisweet kumusta lovelies ;)

[empress-simps]

hi po, pleaseeee do a harry x filipina!reader fic bc i am so deprived of writing like that

Hi darling! Thank you for your request🥰I’ve wanted to write something about a reader being filipina but I haven’t really got anything in mind yet. I made this more of like snippets/head canon type? I just think it’ll really highlight the filipina! Reader better. I hope you don’t mind, Enjoy! (It’s a bit crack-ish hihi)

Harry Potter with a Filipina! Reader

“My gosh, ang lamig dito.” (it’s so cold here)

You shivered, walking towards the great hall with your fellow Filipino students, staring at the interior and overall admiring the place. It was completely different from the Philippine Wizarding School, from the uniforms, infrastructure, ambience, and down to the weather. The uniform you had did little to protect you from the harsh air of the Highlands of Scotland.

You were sent by your school from the Philippines to Hogwarts to be a part of an exchange student program for a year. Hogwarts also sent selected students to the Philippine Wizarding School to learn different techniques in spell casting, potion making, and how the different the countries are in terms of culture.

Scanning the great hall, you saw a bunch of students with curious glances, you felt yourself get a bit self-conscious. “Beh, look!” Your friend whispered to your ear, tugging your uniform before pointing in a certain direction with her lips discreetly.

“Ay shet, ang gwapo.” (Oh shit, he’s handsome)

You blushed as your eyes wandered in the Gryffindor table, looking at an oblivious Harry who was talking to Ron and Hermione. Glaring at your friend playfully, you pinched her side, making her wince. “Aray!” (Ouch!)

Hermione was sent to be your guide in your first day and luck seemed to be on your side as Harry tagged along with her to help

“Hello, my name is Hermione! Professor Mcgonagall assigned me to tour you around Hogwarts.” She smiles, holding out her hand. You took it and shakes her hand. “Nice to meet you, Hermione. I’m Y/n.”

“I hope you don’t mind, but my friend was insisting to come along with me.” She had a knowing smile on her face as she points to Harry beside her. You felt your cheeks heat up, it was the guy earlier. “Ah it’s no problem.” You smiled at him.

“I’m Harry.” He held out his hand, you took it, beaming at him. “Hi Harry, I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

Harry wouldn’t admit it, but Ron and Hermione know he developed a small crush on you as time went by.

It took Harry several months (much to Hermione and Ron’s dismay) to ask you out on a date.

“Y/n! Wait!” Harry ran, as he tried to catch up with you as your friend chats with you, walking to the great hall to grab lunch. Both of you turned, “Uy, Harry!” You smiled as your friend shot you a teasing smile.

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Excuse me? Did you hear that right? “Like, as a date?” The words fell out of your lips before you can even stop it, making your friend snort. “Ang landi, ha.”

Harry blushed, scratching the back of his neck as he looked away. “Y-yeah…”

“Of course, I’d love to.”

Harry was the one who confessed he likes you first. Of course you were happy but if he wants to be with you, he has to do it the Filipino way.

After a month of dates, he decided to confess his feelings to you.

“Y/n, gusto kita.” He blurts out on a random study date you guys are having. Your eyes widened as you blushed. Harry, speaking tagalog? Since when?

“H-how…?”

“You could say that I’ve been secretly practicing…” He chuckles nervously, your heart filled with warmth.

“Gusto rin kita, Harry.” She grins, seeing his eyes light up. It was definitely worth it talking to other Filipino students to practice his pronunciation when he saw the look on your face.

“But you need to court me first. It’s a Filipino thing.” You giggled, seeing confusion wash over his face.

When you go back to Philippines for a vacation, best believe he will tag along with you.

Your parents love him, and he quickly became part of the family.

“Aba, so handsome naman! Come inside, anak!” Your mom ushered him inside your house as your dad carried both of your luggage. Shaking your head, you laughed at Harry’s reaction.

 You mostly spent your vacation touring with him around your province, taking him to beaches, making him ride a jeep, trycicle, and playing with your little cousins.

Your uncles also made him sing on the karaoke, and he was shocked when all your family are great singers. (Harry wouldn’t like to sing in front of your family again thank you very much)

Your family will dote on him, making him try various filipino foods and making him tons of what he liked.

“Harry, anak! Come here, try this! It’s called chicken adobo.” Your mom beckons him over in the kitchen, wanting him to try what she cooked. Since Harry isn’t used to the hot climate of the Philippines, you can always see him sporting a white sando and shorts, a handheld mini electric fan always in his hand, his hair a bit messy, and cheeks quite rosy due to the heat.

Safe to say adobo, sinigang, and lumpia quickly became his favorites. He will beg you to make them when you’re back in Hogwarts, since you decided to transfer. They also managed to convince him to try balut and dinuguan (although that will be the first and last)

You made him try some Filipino snacks too like Piattos, Clover, Pancit Canton (his favorite), Chicharron, as well as kikiam, fish ball, and tokneneng. Harry bought a bunch of snacks for your friends to try when you get back to Hogwarts.

Blushes when you call him nicknames like gwapo/pogi/mahal

“Pssst! Pogi!” You whisper, trying to catch his attention during a class, Harry blushed as he turns to you. “Ano nanaman?” (What is it again?) He rolls his eyes playfully, trying not to show you the effect you had on him.

“What’s the answer for number 5?”

“Amortentia Potion, may kiss ako maya ha?” He grins cheekily. (I get a kiss later, okay?)

“Sige na nga.” (Fine)

Both of you were hit in the head by Professor Snape.

He learns Filipino just for you; but most of his knowledge are just from hearing you swear.

“Mahal, why do you always say Put-“

“Harry, no-“

Will be absolutely floored when you hand Malfoy his ass back to him.

“Dami mong alam, Malfoy!” (You know a lot, Malfoy)” You scoffed, Draco was being a git to Harry again. Draco raised a brow in surprise.

“Huh?”

“Hatdog.” (Hot Dog (filipino inside joke ig))

He frowns, face turning red. “You making fun of me, L/n? Speaking gibberish again, I bet.” He tries to make fun of you, awaiting your reaction.

“Tanga tanga ka kasi kaya ‘di mo alam.” (You’re dumb that’s why you don’t know (it))

Draco was about to hex you, but you were faster.

Ron gawked as you punched Draco, other Filipinos who transferred hyping you up. “Eyyyy! Y/n lang malakas!”

"Merlin, I'm so glad she's in our side." Ron blanched,Harry visibly winced as you landed a solid punch. You scoffed, seeing him and his goons run away before turning to others.

“Why do you even tolerate his poor excuse of bullying?” She frowns, looking at Harry.

“You guys won’t survive Philippine schools.” “Just what exactly happens when there’s a fight in your school?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

[anotherwvba]

WVBA Fighter Profile: Star Mika

Star Mika is an original character of @cyrah-is-cool101 and appears in this story with permission. I've made some changes to the character to better suit my story, but with the approval of her creator.

Ring Name: Star Mika

Nickname: The Heroine of Mabuhay Justice

Ranking: Minor Circuit Unranked

Record: 6-1-0 (4 KO) (44-0-0 with 26 KO as amateur)

Hometown: Iloilo City, Philippines

Real Name: Mikaela Tiongson

Age: 17

Height / Weight: 5’9” / 183 lbs

Hair / Eyes: Black / Blue (both often change for cosplays)

Attire: white sports bra with teal trim; teal trunks with white trim; pink gloves with black palms and cuffs

Theme: “Moonlight Densetsu” (Instrumental) by DALI

Biography:

The daughter of a Filipina female gymnast and African-American businessman, Mikaela’s path to the WVBA came by following a longtime friend. Born in the Philippines, her family moved to Brooklyn, New York when she was in sixth grade. It was there she would meet eighth grader Paulie MacKenzie, a young man now known to the world as the WVBA World Circuit Champion Little Mac.

Initially following in her mother’s footsteps as a gymnast, a sport at which Mikaela excels, Mikaela hit upon the school’s boxing club by chance one day and met Mac. WIth a lack of support for gymnastics at the school and encouraged by Mac, she would sign up for the boxing club. She would pick things up quickly and forge a fast friendship with Mac. Mac even gifted her a pair of high school competition gloves, teal gloves that she still has, when she became a freshman.

She would fight as an amateur through school, amassing an impressive record, before turning pro last year, inspired by Little Mac’s success in the WVBA. When the WVBA announced a Women’s Circuit would soon be starting, Mikaela knew what she must do.

Outside the ring, Mikaela is totally unassuming. A diehard otaku, especially magical girl anime, with a love of Filipino cuisine, Mikaela is a kind-hearted young woman who is friendly almost to a fault. She has a strong sense of right and wrong, and that has followed her into the WVBA. Adopting the ring name Star Mika, the self-appointed magical girl of the boxing ring, she despises foul play in the sport and goes out of her way to face those fighters. As one of her heroes might say, “WIth the power of the stars, I will punch you!”

Boxing Style: “The Starlit Striker”

A star gymnast and a talented boxer, Star Mika is as nimble and agile as any of her magical girl heroes. She aims to dazzle and overwhelm her opponents, taking the fight to them while actively defending and countering when she can. While she’s not the strongest fighter out there, her punches are solid and the number of blows her opponents will likely suffer will definitely add up.

Like many of her anime inspirations, Mika does have her ace-in-the-hole, her ultimate technique, the “Maiden’s Meteor”. It is, however, a feast or famine technique. A powerful uppercut-left hook combination, “Maiden’s Meteor” can knock down any foe, but it can be stopped, though the window is short. The uppercut can be avoided, but if it lands, her opponent’s ability to defend the left hook that follows is slim and the chance of avoiding it is nil. However, if Mika misses both blows, she’s wide open and vulnerable.

Star Mika uses her own athletic skills and the inspiration from her magical girl heroes to be an incredible force in the ring. She combines the grace and agility of a gymnast, the striking of a practiced boxer, and the flamboyant and fun flair of a magical girl. This leads to a dazzling fighter that is hard to hit, swarms all over you, and looks for that one mistake where she can stun you and land a flashy flurry that leaves you out cold. And if you bend or, worse yet, break the rules and tarnish the integrity of the sport, well… simply put, if you face Star Mika, best to be on the right side of justice.

Power Punch: "Maiden's Meteor"

A hard right uppercut that lifts her opponent just barely off their feet, then a left hook to the cheek while they are airborne.

[lifewithmai]

Dress the Revolution: Hiraya Pilipina Empowers Women with Their Eye-Catching Statement Pieces

Angela Palma - November 16, 2023

Photo by Instagram/Hiraya Pilipina

"if the message speaks for you, it is made for you" - Cleo Loque (2021)

Women's empowerment has evolved through the years, and it has continued to expand, which has made the community and feminist group larger and larger. The growing awareness of women's empowerment signifies an important change in societal perspectives and promotes the growth of an advocacy community dedicated to gender equality. 

Wearing statement pieces that show power through print, such as Hiraya Pilipina's products, is one way we can show our support and advocacy for women. Hiraya Pilipina, as a women-owned business, understands the challenges that women face on a daily basis. As a result, they put in a lot of work to create products that encourage women to embrace their unique selves and feel empowered. In the long run, Hiraya Pilipina is a brand that inspires women who are struggling to feel confident. 

PHOTO BY INSTAGRAM/CLEOLOQUE

Cleo Loque, the founder of Hiraya Filipina, is a student who manages both her academics and her brand. When Cleo was just entering Grade 11 of her senior high school years at San Beda University-Rizal, she launched Hiraya Pilipina and issued its first catalog in July 2019. "To spearhead my own growing business makes me feel like a proud mother who sees her baby grow, blossom, and make an impact on the community," she said when asked about being a current young female CEO. 

Cleo Loque sees her company as a lifestyle, a "home to women-empowering products." "Hiraya Pilipina is all about community. It is our vision to build a community of Filipino women across the globe who can see our brand as a safe space for them to listen and be heard," Loque stated. The CEO makes it clear that anyone can wear their empowering t-shirts. Loque emphasized that Hiraya Pilipina's goal is to create a brand that not only offers empowering products but also fosters a sense of belonging and support among Filipino women worldwide. By building a community, the brand aims to provide a safe space where women can share their stories, find inspiration, and empower one another. Additionally, Loque emphasizes that the empowering tees are inclusive and available for anyone who resonates with their message, regardless of gender identity. Their vision is to create a global community of Filipino women who see the brand as a safe haven.

Some of Hiraya Pilipina's famous best-selling prints are "Abante Babae" and "How are you". Not only has become a symbol of empowerment and solidarity among women, encouraging them to move forward and break down barriers but also promotes their health and well-being. Their eye-catching designs and low price make it a popular choice for those looking to make a fashion statement.

As for Hiraya Pilipina's Future products, Cleo Loque stated that "Although we started with statement shirts, masks, and bags, we are no longer leaning toward fashion. Our direction now is to improve women’s intimate care in the Philippines with our products such as nipple pasties, boob tapes, and hair removers. Soon, we’ll venture into period care and wellness. That’s the direction we’re going." 

Hiraya Pilipina stands as a symbol of power in a world where fashion meets empowerment, joining stories of strength and unity into every print and design. As Cleo Loque puts it, "If the message speaks for you, it is made for you." Hiraya Pilipina's inspiring pieces transcend simple fashion; they embody a movement, inviting everyone to be part of a global community advocating women. As the brand confidently moves forward, expanding its range of products, it continues to redefine what it means to dress for a cause—a cause that speaks to women.

Sources:

-https://www.candymag.com/features/hiraya-pilipina-a1716-20210331-lfrm

-https://thebeat.asia/manila/venture/startups/gen-z-ceo-cleo-loque-on-championing-women-through-hiraya-pilipina

[alyllaa]

‘One, two, connect!’— South Korean Boy Group ENHYPEN, who wrecked numbers of chart-topping music charts and billboards, sold out thousands of album copies and is now called “The Future Powerhouse of K-Pop,” became the newest Ambassadors of the Local Brand Cosmetics’ BYS’ as it celebrated their 10th Anniversary at the You be You Campaign. Their members Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki promote the products as the campaign’s main ambassadors. Released last 2022 on the 1st week of October, it was the teaser of the Korean Boy Group promoting the newest collaboration with BYS called “You be You.” The brand “BYS” offers quality and affordable makeup and skincare cosmetics best used for Filipina skin. Moreover, the collaboration with ENHYPEN and BYS propounds the idea of setting new and playful experiences to create, innovate and empower users to be their best version of themselves by using these products that paved the way to a powerful collaboration with Enhypen.

The Collaboration line itself contains products that have seasonal versions depending on which color palette you’ll tend to choose from. Upon purchasing kits, you’ll be able to get a ticket for their Fun Meet that happened last December 3, 2022, at the Araneta Coliseum. In conclusion, their fandom name “Engenes” purchased thousands of kits to have the chance to see the K-Pop idols in person and created waves of purchases in the first week resulting in multiple-tier sellouts. One of the reasons was the golden ticket that happened to have a special chance to see the K-Pop Idols up close. Engenes initiated restocking tickets for the seats, which indeed did the marketing strategy work, and served its proper job.

With its strategy, the collaboration products and the fan meet did have a win-win marketing. With how the products have been purchased in the side of the Cosmetic Brand, and the chance to see the K-Pop idols in their very first Manila Fan Meeting Experience was beyond uproar and created a frenzy not only in the fandom but almost in all K-Pop sanity in the Philippines. Media Manipulation, as far as I could analyze, could potentially be present in this advertisement collaboration. Being physically present during the fan meet event—the handling of almost everything was negligent and reckless, very unorganized. Considering the number of fans present during the event deceived by the fruitful teasers and posters, they sure milked out the idols by carelessly managing the event and the advertisements. 

But with all things considered, it cannot be denied that the fact it was broadcasted to different channel sources of the country—mainstream, online, and social media platforms were shaken by how the marketing of the collaboration advertisement became viral and controversial at the same time—it was indeed an effective play of advertisement. As an engene myself, it sure made the group well-known in a broader reach of the audience not only in the K-Pop world but also in the whole country.

References

ONE, TWO, CONNECT! BYS marks 10th anniversary with ENHYPEN. (2022, December 5). Manila Bulletin. https://mb.com.ph/2022/12/05/one-two-connect-bys-marks-10th-anniversary-with-enhypen/

Admin. (2022). ENHYPEN Celebrates A Decade of BYS Cosmetics Philippines. Philippine Concerts. https://www.philippineconcerts.com/fanmeet/enhypen-bys-cosmetics-philippines-fun-meet/

Corp, A. (n.d.). Next Gen K-Pop Group ENHYPEN Is The New Face Of BYS Philippines! Metro.Style. https://metro.style/beauty/makeup/enhypen-for-bys-philippines/33937

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

COVER REVEAL

We are excited to reveal the cover for DOPPEL BANGER by Sarah Robinson releasing 10/15!

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ABOUT THE BOOK:

Firefighter by day, drag queen by night.

This one of a kind standalone romantic comedy in the Queerly Devoted series by Sarah Robinson is a boundary pushing bisexual romance as firefighter Mike Dougherty—stage name Madame Michelle in drag—meets Isa Reyes, a Filipina crisis management professional who has no interest in adding any more drama to her life.

Isa Reyes is five foot two and exists solely on her father’s lumpia and her mother’s cynicism to fuel her sixty hour work weeks in crisis management. When she’s not working behind the scenes on the latest political scandal, hostile corporate takeover, or bailing a client out of jail, Isa finds herself sitting on the sidelines of her best friends’ lives. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, Isa is tired of watching life pass her by and is determined to find the perfect alpha male to ride off into the sunset with.

In walks the alpha male of all alpha males—Michael Dougherty, lieutenant firefighter at DC Fire & EMS and Mr. July in the charity firefighter calendar, and her new point of contact for her contract. It’s her job to fix the department’s reputation and he’s there to give her everything she needs…in more ways than just professional. But there’s a lot more to Mike than meets the eye and when she runs into him on stage in a very different context, she realizes that everything she thought she wanted in a man might be in question.

Battling the expectations of her family, the professionalism of her job, her lifetime living on the sidelines, and the pull of her heart, Isa navigates her own stereotypes as she takes a leap onto center stage.

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[girlpocalypse]

Tragedy! Tragedy? Tragedy.

(CW: Disability, gender, sexual harassment, accidents, death, race, gun violence, seagulls)

“I'd make a pretty good beginning of a thriller right now,” I think to myself.

"Be careful so close to the edge," my partner says in response to my fluffy-haired selfies by the water.

I am considering how far to roll down the windows while I sit in my car to write something after an afternoon at the beach. (By write I really mean use speech-to-text. I have an autoimmune condition that causes pain and fatigue in joints and connective tissue as well Fibromyalgia which effects nerves and *also* causes pain, making typing difficult sometimes. Usually I will speak things out loud and go back and edit them a few sentences at a time.) I want to maximize airflow in my idle car by leaving as much space in the cracked-open windows as possible while still being narrow enough to keep a man's arm out. In my mind's eye I imagine a faceless stranger unlocking the doors, holding me at gunpoint, and demanding that I drive us away. Preventing this kind of situation is something I think about virtually every day.

I write most of my favorite things and take most of my favorite photos when my phone is running out of battery and I am in a race with time to get to a charger. Today I did both. Somehow, I made it to 25 without a whisper of ADHD until my self-diagnosis; a classic tale of the American public school system (capitalism) only serving those who it was designed to protect (white cis hetero men). I am a textbook case: a dysfunctional ADHD brain often saves its best ideas for when there's a deadline or something to avoid or a phone that's imminently going to die.

I realize what an wild tale, thriller, or headline I would make in this moment:

Local disabled, bi, Filipina, spoonie entrepreneur, singer, oversharing lady-Realtor Barbie found dead in the same body of water where she found a 26-year old man just a month prior.

I stop writing this because three men are congregating near my car.

One man is older, white, and likely transient. The other two are younger brown and Black men. I wonder if I'm going to need to drive away because their conversation is getting loud. They notice as I roll up my windows and check that the doors are locked. I reflect on whether my feelings of uneasiness are for the right reasons or if I need to check myself and my biases. I consider whether those two younger men are safe in present company and if I should stick around in case there's an incident perpetrated by the white man where my intervention or documentation is needed, or if CPD is called to "help." I decide to give it a beat and reassess. I check to see if I have any cash to give in case the first guy needs something to eat. I don't.

I look down to write a little more, and when I glance back maybe ten seconds later they have all moved down the sidewalk, away from me by the length of a couple storefronts. It becomes clear that they are just neighbors shooting the shit on a lovely Chicago day. That's why it was so loud among the three friends: their joy.

These men moved simply to let me know that I was safe. One of them meets my eyes in a way that says, "Hey fam, we see you." Another's eyes are a low-key apology: "Sorry if we scared the shit out of you!"

I feel safe. But I do keep my car windows up.

I reflect on the difference between the eyes of these men in my community who moved for my comfort, and how I remember the eyes of the fish fryer and butcher: Fellow Asians, two men in their late teens or early 20s whose eyes met mine in a way that made my body freeze and my heart race as I perused the flavors of Yan Yan at the end of the aisles. I was there with my mom at what she still called the Oriental store (it was like 2003 so we're letting it slide).

When I recounted to my Mom how these men chopping fish in the back had been ogling my ten-year-old body, she told me that the thing I should do is meet their eyes to let them know that I see them watching me and that I'm not afraid. "But what if I am?"

She clarified: "That's okay, all that matters is that they think you're not scared of them." She explained to me that this tactic could take away some of their power.

I have such gratitude for that lesson from my Mom. I think of her each time I meet the eyes of men who are taking up space that isn't theirs, when I feel their eyes on me in that way that makes my body freeze and my heart race. I look at men in public and hope they cannot tell that I am faking my bravery.

AOK was last heard from by her partner who observed her location on a map at the Lakeshore path between Foster and Hollywood beaches. Upon noticing her remaining 5% battery life Anna reported that she would check in when she reached her car and got to a charger. She was never heard from again, just like Noah Enos, whose body she had discovered in the north branch of the Chicago River at a Pride event on June 17th, one month prior.

Instead of Dead Anna, the story of my evening alone at the lake concludes with uneventfully sitting in the car for an hour writing this story, perhaps feeling some kind of hope for the crisis that is toxic masculinity and misogyny in America in 2023. It's much less interesting than the true-crime podcast version, but that's okay.

I will always carry Noah with me, I think. I haven't yet figured out how to grieve for a stranger whose life was lost so senselessly. We should all have the chance to live a long, full life. Young people should make it to their 30th birthday.

Please consider sharing your location with those who are invested in your safety. Travel with your phone charged and a spare battery. Make sure someone knows where you are supposed to be. Send your people "I love you," messages when you get home.

I am pleased to report that I didn't fall off the edge into the lake unbeknownst to my loved ones never to be heard from again! Instead, I got to experience all the mundane, beautiful moments of this day:

I got to see a trio of seagulls throw down over what looked like a beak full of Doritos from a tremendous distance. I watched in horror as one of the cheddar dusted delectables tumbled through the sky into Lake Michigan in slow motion, accompanied by the saddest, most guttural cry of deep loss from the bird with the face full of tortilla chips, fighting for its dinner.

I get to cackle to myself about such things that no one else notices, even if it outs me in public as the truly feral weirdo woman I am.

I get to send "I made it home," texts to the people I love.

I get to fall in love again and again, go on adventures, eat dessert, walk my dogs, take too many photos, and collect my little observations in my notes app about things that I am so struck by that I can't help but write about them. Amid mundane ugliness, I get to parse out the pretty parts. I get to marvel at how incredible the world can be just as it's falling apart. 

In a wild turn of events, this reporter was able to recover photos and poems from just moments before the phone, and Anna herself, died. They are decent.

I am happy I didn't die today.

Just as I shift to drive away, I get boxed in by a firetruck. There are raised voices and I hear an EMT say they're going to have to batter down a unit door in an adjacent midrise apartment building. I brace myself and wait for something awful, but luckily, there are no additional tragedies for me to bear witness to tonight.

I'm going to drive home now.

I'll text you when I get there.

I love you.

-AOK, 7/24/23

[hecateslefthead]

Saw your reblog with your opinion on the rep in the new MH. Sorry to sound rude, but I have a question about the Asian (who is not Asian-Romanian, she's supposed to be Asian-AMERICAN) Drac (particularly Filipina Drac, assuming G3 Drac is Filipina not Taiwanese in the cartoon since Filipina!Drac came first): While it is possible technically as you said, there's this thing that could be a problem: Something that people would usually be bothered by in media: Dracula is a predator who hunts prey. The Philippines was already dealing with Europeans invading them, with the Spanish, around the same time Dracula was. He'd have to go on a business trip (which probably wouldn't happen due to circumstances), or he'd just go there to get a wife. Basically, he'd either hypnotize/manipulate/seduce Draculaura's mom, or he'd just turn her against her will. What would the others say about that? Probably that he's an invader and kidnapper who stole and assaulted one of their people. Maybe he'd escape, but maybe he'd be killed as a punishment, as Filipinos (like most people) were not welcoming to Europeans. So possibly it could work, but the story would probably not be happy if it even had a happy ending, as Draculaura's mom would either be a victim of abuse essentially, or she'd genuinely like him but have a tricky relationship.

Like I pointed out, usually the mere idea of "European man going to non-European country just to exploit the people or get a girlfriend" would make people uncomfortable.

P.S. Taiwan would have just been "China" back then (I know they're independent now, but I'm speaking purely historically here so I repsect Taiwan's independence), unless this Drac is from the present and not the past. Also, some people have hypothetically suggested her dad meeting her mom on a business trip, which unlike with the Philippines, could happen in 1600s China.

As you said it could happen, what do you think would be the most likely way this would happen? (Preferably answer with possibilities for both Filipino and Taiwanese/Chinese.

Draculaura is canonically adopted by Dracula, and has been since gen 1 (though gen 2 left this a bit ambiguous). I brought up this in my original response; it is very much possible that Draculaura is simply Asian because of her biological parents' heritage, and when she was turned and adopted by Dracula, she adapted to his customs and thus developing an accent because of this (and small note, it is stated that her accent is more Hungarian-based). Also, the movie and the cartoon are separate entities despite still being a part of the same gen. They have different approaches, and the movie is different from the cartoon entirely. And on that, even so in gen3 Dracula and Draculaura don't live in the human world, where they would be from would be different.

As much as MH divulges into cryptids, monsters, the macabre, etc., their main demographic are children. Bringing in human history to a version of Dracula that isn't being depicted like this in the first place is odd at best and, to be curt, disturbing at most. Respectfully, it is disgusting bringing up real, intense, and tragic events in human history when this is a franchise for children that could be as young as three years old. MH has never been historically accurate and never prided itself as such, and when they do bring in history, the lore is usually re-contextualized and fictional. (Ex: the Brothers Grimm) Racism as been a part of MH (Lagoona being a saltwater getting discriminated by Gil's freshwater parents), as well as always having anti-racism messages.

Speaking of Dracula, once again MH is child-appropriate so he wouldn't be interpreted as an enchanting seducer like older depictions. None of those traits would not apply. Being the most famous example of vampires, he has been interpreted and depicted in many ways, and this is simply just one of them. If anything, Dracula would've loved his wife in MH's depiction.

[chifuyusgangshirt]

Ho! Imagine a reversed Manila Timeline. Where it's Takemichi that Izana turn into a Shinichiro 2. Mikey knows that Izana kidnapped Takemichi (I don't know if Izana will kill Emma here). 12 years later, Mikey receives the photo + letter from Takemichi about this spot in Manila . He goes to filipina and we get the reversed situation. A black haired Takemichi (with the same hair cut than Shinichiro) , who looks SO tired but who has this kind and geniune smile "hey Mikey-kun, it has been a while."

:,)

This is so interesting. I know I say this a lot but you all always write interesting shit so...

anyhow, as I said I thought about this reversed roles alternativ universe often because when I first saw and heared how Izana recated to Shinichiro, or how people started comparing takemichi with him again so often in this arc I was super sure takemichi will be his victim and we might get a future where he awakens to being a criminal again, this time more under Izana's control and mikey and him being super estranged.

I would have loved this turn of events. Don't get me wrong, the manila timeline was the one I liked best because of mikey's and takemichi's meeting. But how cool would it have been if Mikey would be the one trying to get Takemichi back on the right path. We would need a new way to make him travel back in time and I think rather than being the Takemichi in this situation we would just end up with two manipulated people but yeah, I just like the thought of Izana and Takemichi having a deeper relationship.

If they would have meet sooner and talked more I'm pretty sure Izana would get attached to him and if the normal plotline continues like in the original timeline I guess Mikey would end up staying to protect Takemichi, chasing his other friends out instead of killing them.

Maybe we would still have the final stand-off with mikey pleading to either go and leave the gang or he would kill him.

[haravath0t]

Mahal Kita

Pairing: Loki x Filipino!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff! 

A/N: Ahh! It finally arrived! My first ever Loki drabble, or a Loki work in general! And it’s a Filipino!Reader too! What a combination! I’m so so excited to have been able to have do this drabble for my lovely @tomholland-96 ! Thank you Lex for being so enthusiastic about my culture! You have no idea how much I appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do writing it! Happy readings, everyone!

*Translations will be in bold and italics!

“Nanay! Tatay! Hi! Kumusta po kayo? Okay na ba kayo?” (Mom! Dad! How are you? Are you guys okay?) You say, excitedly, beaming at your phone screen before you set your phone down on a sturdy place to Facetime your parents while you continue to set up ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

Loki couldn’t help but take his eyes off of the book he was reading to watch you. He even smiled a bit as you laughed with your parents and showing your parents the food that was steaming nicely from the pan, the nice scent filling your nostrils. It was easier to filter out the chatter coming from all sides of the table, since you already had him up in his head. He really admired the way you openly grounded your culture, and even became rather interested in it.

“Okay ma, pa, kakain na ako! Naghihintay na ng guests ko!” (Okay ma, pa, I’m going to eat now! My guests are waiting!) You say to your phone as you put the dish on the big serving plate. “Sige, anak! Nandoon ba yung boyfriend mo? Kailan makikita namin siya, ha? Gusto ko makita kung gwapo ang future asawa mo!” (Alright! Is your boyfriend there? We need to see him, ha? I want to see if your future husband is handsome!) You mom teases, earning a laugh from you. “Oh my goodness ma, isang araw po, mas gusto namin kung in person na ng meeting ninyo.” (One day, we’d rather meet you two in person) You say, shaking your head. Loki then closed his book and got up to help you put the plates and utensils on the table, making you smile and thank him. “Alright ma, pa, tatawag ko kayo bukas!” (Alright ma, pa, I will call you both tomorrow!) You say waving at the screen, smiling more when your mom and dad wave back.

“Oh, sige anak! Mag ingat ka, ha?” (Alright, you take care!) Your dad says, earning a nod from you. “Opo, Tatay! Ingat din! Love you, bye!” (Yes, dad! Take care too!) you say hanging up the phone and making your way to the table with the team waiting for you. “Alright you guys! Dig in!” you exclaim, smiling when the team quickly takes some adobo or sinigang. You laugh as you see Bucky and Sam fighting over who can get the bowl first, or Tony casually eating some of his sinigang with the rice. You took a seat next to Loki, who was quietly and patiently waiting for you. “Here, my darling, I gave you some rice on your plate,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Thank you, love,” you say, looking at him with a grateful smile before the two of you dig in.

Loki had been eyeing you as he helped you put the dishes away, biting his lip nervously. He doesn’t know why, but this question has been itching on him for quite a while. So, with a breath, he asks.

“Darling?”

“Yeah, my love?”

“Ummm… I have something that I would like to ask.”

“Go ahead!”

“Can you teach me tagalog?”

You get surprised by this as you put the last dish away, looking over to see the poor guy nervous. You couldn’t help the smile and giggle that left your lips. “Can I ask why?” you were getting more and more excited by the second. Loki was now scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “You see, I thought I could impress your parents with it. When we go and meet them. I’d find it rather shameful and disrespectful if I didn’t at least know about your heritage and your language. Even if it’s a little.” He reasons, causing you to smile even more and walk to him so that you can cup his cheeks and peck his lips. “Well, if you want to darling, then I don’t see why I can’t try. If anything, I’m actually so so happy that you actually want to learn something about it.” You say happily, making Loki reciprocate a small and soft smile back. “Well, I am relieved,” he starts, holding your hand so that you two could go to his room, “Because, you see… erhm… I did try to learn it myself, the language that is. I searched the local midgardian libraries, even asked Stark, but, I believe I don’t think I’m making much progress. I suppose it’s more assuring if my Filipino significant other helps me.” “It’s hard to find a perfectly good definition for some words, but I’ll help you!”

And so you did, you and Loki sat next to each other on the bed, going through basic phrases like “Kumusta po kayo?” (How are you?) “Ako po si Loki” (I am Loki) “Maraming salamat po” (Thank you so much) and so much more. If anything, the god was actually progressing quick, so much quicker than you thought, that you both decided to take the rest of the night off to watch a corny Filipino movie on Netflix (A Kathryn Bernardo and Daniel Padilla movie, of course). You were both now laying down in your room, watching the movie on the TV in your lover’s arms, hugging his form while nuzzling your head into his neck. You were smiling in content, still quite happy that Loki was so committed to make a good impression on your parents.

He was now combing your hair as you and Loki made fun of the lines, but still kept watching; a newly found guilty pleasure the both of you surely will have in the future. You didn’t realize, however, that your tiredness is getting the best of you, eyes subconsciously and slowly closing and open as you slowly succumb to sleep. “Y/N? Darling? How do you say I love you?” Loki asks as he watches the characters confessing their love to each other. “Mmmm...mahal kita…” you mutter softly as your eyes start to stay closed a bit longer. 

Loki looked over at you and couldn’t help the smile that had appeared on your face. You were so beautiful and cute, and you were comfortable in his arms and his touch. “Ah… seems like my precious Filipina must take her rest then…” he whispers, more to himself, before he leans over towards your almost sleeping form. “Goodnight, Y/N, my darling, mahal kita.” Loki whispers in your ear softly with a smile before he covers you both in blankets. “Mahal na mahal kita, Loki.” (I love you so much, Loki) is the last words you say before you are completely asleep in Loki’s arms. Loki, despite the rarity of him sleeping, tries tonight. Admiring you in front of him, he whispers, hoping you’ll somehow hear: “Sana… sana sapat ang pagmamahal ko sayo.” (Hopefully my love for you is enough)

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[greengrayeyeswrites]

shit-faced in love (chapter three)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,151

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4: Here

— — —

Imogen’s hair was messy, her make-up was smudged and her feet were feeling weird. She looked for the outside area of the airport so Buddy could go to the toilet. Her mind was racing, while she waited for Buddy to finish his business.

Then she searched the sleeping capsules and booked one for three and a half hours. Finally on her own in her own, private capsule the twenty-eight year old could finally relax.

She laid on the little bed, checked her social media and soon fell asleep. The jet lag was killing her. She flew eight hours into the past and it took its toll on her.

Buddy was lying on the floor on his cushion and was gently snoring away. Imogen’s whole body relaxed, while she laid on the bed, the quilt covering her whole face. 

She was glad she didn’t have to go through security once more. Her checked-in luggage was already on it’s way to the next airplane. 

Imogen almost slept through her alarm, when Buddy wouldn’t have woken her up with a wet kiss on her cheek. She exited the capsule and went to the closest restroom to refresh her and fix her make-up. 

Looking fresh and clean she entered the next airplane. The flight to Houston only took three hours and Imogen reached the lone star state at 3:30 am. 

To call Imogen tired and fucked was an understatement. The woman was completely wrecked, and felt sleep deprived. She had been flying through different timezones and was wrecked.

She almost fell asleep, while waiting for her luggage. But Buddy woke her up right when her carrier rolled past her on the treadmill. She quickly took it down and went to the rest room once more, freshening up.

She didn’t want to stand across of Baylee looking like a homeless person. She redid her whole make-up, put some peach-colored blush on her cheeks and redid her eyeliner, the wing looked even more pretty than before. 

With some finishing touches she looked at Buddy and nodded. „Ready to meet Baylee in real life?“ She asked the dog, that only tilted his head. 

Walking through the doors to the arrival hall, Imogen’s heart started beating faster and she nervously looked around.

She had facetimed with Baylee a lot and have seen her pictures. She knew how the woman looked like; yet here she was nervous about meeting Baylee for the first time.

Imogen’s hands were shaking and she held tight onto Buddy’s leash, when she saw a sign that said her name SAD-MOGEN the sign said and Imogen chuckled. 

She looked at the woman holding the sign and immediately recognized her. It was Bayle Macasa, her best friend. The smile on her lips was even prettier in real life than through the screen. 

Imogen slowly walked up to her, unsure of what to do. But once she stood infant of the smaller girl, the urge to hug her overwhelmed her and she crushed Baylee in a hug.

„I can’t believe I’m really here!“ Imogen almost cried, while holding Baylee in her arms. Her best friend, her backbone, her favorite person was standing right in front of her. 

„And I can’t believe you’re here!“ Baylee said and her voice send a shiver down Imogen’s spine. „Your voice is even prettier irl!“ The Irish woman was out of words, when she felt Buddy tug on its leash. 

„Oh, right!“ Imogen tugged on Buddy’s leash and the Siberian Husky walked a step forward. „Baylee, this is Buddy. Buddy, this is Baylee!“ Imogen introduced her dog to her best friend and vice versa. 

„Hi Buddy, it’s nice to meet you!“ Baylee bend down and let the dog sniff her hand, before she petted him. „Whoa! His fur is even softer than I imagined it!“ Baylee laughed and Imogen nodded. 

For a split second Imogen forgot that it was three in the morning. But while she followed Baylee through the George Bush Intercontinental Airport she started yawning. Baylee looked at the taller woman.

„You must be super tired“, the Filipina started and Imogen nodded. „I’ve travelled so many different time zones in the span of sixteen hours… I’m completely wrecked.“ 

Baylee laughed. „How about I drop you off at your AirBnB and we’re going to explore Houston once you’ve had a handful of sleep?“ Imogen looked at her dark haired friend and nodded. „That would be fantastic, Bay… I’m so sorry but Buddy and I are dead.“

The two women started laughing and walked to Baylee's car. „Completely understandable. It’s not everyday, that you cross the Atlantic Ocean!“ Baylee chuckled and opened the trunk of her Jeep. 

After they load the car and fixed Buddy’s car straps the two woman drove to Imogen’s AirBnB. Imogen had rented a beautiful, completely furnished Condo for her and Buddy in downtown Houston, close to the Memorial Park.

The owner of the AirBnB was super kind and told Imogen more than once that it was okay that Buddy was going to stay with her. 

Baylee soon found the condo and parked in front of it. „Whoa, that looks fancy.“ She grinned towards her best friend. „No wonder, for a rich YouTuber“ Baylee winked and Imogen blew up her cheeks. „I’m not rich… I just live comfortable…“ 

Money wasn’t Imogen’s favorite topic. She knew she owned more than normal twenty-eight year olds, but she worked hard for her money. She had deals with companies and had to advertise their products, to gain all that money.

„I know, I know… I was just kidding, Mo.“ Baylee grinned and climbed out the car. Imogen followed her and freed Buddy from the seat. The husky jumped out of the car and started sniffing the driveway of the condo.

The women unload the trunk and Baylee helped Imogen carry her stuff into the condo. Both women were shocked when they say the interior of the house. „Dang… this is beautiful!“ Imogen whispered and looked around.

The condo had a spacious living room with beautiful paintings all over the walls and beautiful furniture. There was a white dining table with green chairs. 

Imogen and Baylee both looked at eachother. „NCT-green chairs“, chuckled Imogen and Baylee nodded. „I bet Hyuck and Jae would like these chairs“, the twenty-five year old grinned. 

Buddy was sniffing around the house and went out to the backyard and pool area to do his business. 

After Imogen and Baylee looked through the whole condo, Baylee bid her goodbyes for now and Imogen hugged her. „Call me once you wake up, okay? I’ll come by with breakfast!“ The Filipina promised and Imogen nodded. 

Once Baylee left, Imogen went straight to the bathroom to wipe off all her make-up. After fixing Buddy’s cushion next to her bed, she fell asleep. 

She couldn’t wait for her American adventure to start.

to be continued…

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