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HELP ME FIND THIS BOOK

Hello everyone.

So there's this YA book (series) that I read a couple of years ago. I do not remember much about it, but would appreciate your help finding it again.

So here's everything I remember:

The protagonist was a girl. She went into a school, maybe learning magic but definitely learning fighting.

I'm quite sure it's a fantasy book.

The girl also had a love interest (a boy).

I read this book in 2020 or so, which means it is fairly old.

Thank you for your help and please include the main characters and the love interest name in your answer (to jog my memory)

xo Heather

[zaynieshdieh]

exams week

[finelinefae]

home (doctor!harry)

synopsis: y/n is homesick and harry wants to help her

word count: 7.7k

contains: fluff, Filipino y/n, doctor harry, medical talk, homesickness, brief moments of discrimination, workplace bullying, rude co-workers

a/n: happy soft girl sunday!!! this is such an interesting and personal topic for me because so much of this was inspired by my mama and her own personal experiences of leaving her home in the Philippines and moving to an entirely different country to create a better life for herself. this one is for all of my girls who are struggling with homesickness, who work in a job because they have to not because they want to, who try to support their families, who work in healthcare, whose first language is not english, who feel as though their identity is muddled up and so much more- this is for you and this is for my mama too.

. . .

‘You have just as much right to be here as everyone else.’

That’s what Y/N had been telling herself since she had left for work in the early hours of this morning. She had barely slept a wink last night, tossing and turning as her mind was riddled with things that hadn’t happened but weighed so much. 

Her backpack was filled with the things she listed weeks before. Her scrubs, a packed lunch, water, a few snacks to eat throughout the day and a couple of things loose at the bottom that jangled with each step she took towards the tube station. On her feet was a new pair of trainers her mother had bought her before she took the plane to a country she had never stepped foot in before the beginning of this month. 

“Mahal kita, mamimiss kita.” I love you, I will miss you. Her mother had said as she dropped her off at the airport. No tears in her eyes because they were all in Y/N’s as she clenched her fingers around the handle of her small suitcase that was just enough to last the first few months out of the three years she’d be living away from her family. 

“Mama,” Y/N cried, her family weren’t criers but today she was. 

Y/N’s mother shook her head, refusing to allow herself to cry when this was meant to be good. “Gagawa ka ng mga magagandang bagay.” You will do such good things. Her mother wiped away her tears, “Mananatili pa rin ako dito sa loob ng tatlong taon at magiging mas mahusay ka.” I will still be here in three years and you will be someone better. 

Y/N was homesick as soon as the plane lifted off the ground of her home country. The trouble with planes was the window was always too small and she could only ever look down and not behind. Once they flew over her country of the Philippines, she took in everything she possibly could - the bright colours of the sea and the sand on the beaches that stretched for miles. 

She would come back and she would be better, for her family. 

As she stepped off of the tube train and walked up the steps towards the light, she took the sunshine peeking through the gaps of the grey clouds in the London sky as a good sign. Even though things weren’t easy, it doesn’t mean they were bad. 

The hospital was huge in comparison to the hospitals where she had done her training back home. It took her a while to find where the entrance was without going in through the emergency department but eventually, she found her way to the front desk. 

"Hi," Y/N said softly, feeling unsure. Even though she was good at English after years of studying it during school, she still doubted herself, especially around fluent speakers. It made her feel embarrassed and more of an outsider than she already was. “I’m Y/N, I’m here to pick up my ID badge.” 

The woman at the desk, peered over her glasses and smiled, “Is today your first day?” 

“Yes, I’m a healthcare assistant,” Y/N offered a smile, as best as she could despite her nerves. 

The woman’s fingers clacked against the keyboard, “I’m afraid your ID badge has yet to be delivered so I’ll have to give you a temporary one.” 

Y/N’s smile faltered, “Oh okay,” 

“Let me print one out for you, I’ll be right back.” The receptionist slid off her chair. 

Y/N stood to the side, her eyes darting around the hospital. There were many healthcare workers already at work, pushing patients around in wheelchairs or walking in pairs down huge corridors. She gripped the strap of her backpack, her palms sweating. 

Suddenly, a man stepped up to the desk beside her, reaching over to grab a clipboard and a pen. He was wearing a white shirt with a stethoscope around his neck. Y/N’s eyes narrowed on his badge, seeing the word ‘Doctor’ written in bold. 

"Can I help you?" he asked in a detached tone, his attention elsewhere.

Y/N hesitated, noticing his lack of focus. "Um, no, I'm just waiting," she stammered.

He scoffed dismissively. "Typical," he muttered, setting the clipboard back down and finally turning to face her.

Y/N was taken aback by his striking appearance. Her breath caught as she met his gaze, momentarily forgetting her surroundings. His features were chiselled, framed by dark hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead. But it was his piercing eyes that held her captive, a mesmerising shade of green that reminded her of the leaves off the mango trees that grew in her hometown. 

His gaze found hers, and she noticed the subtle parting of his lips as his eyes settled on her. There was a softness in his gaze, a gentle relaxation evident in the way his shoulders eased down. Maybe it was from how frightened she looked as her gaze landed on everything around her but his voice was softer now, a hint of concern evident beneath the initial hardness, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly as she regained her composure. "Uh, no, I'm fine, thank you," she managed to reply, feeling a flutter in her chest at the unexpected kindness in his tone.

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “Well alright then. I know how hard first days can be so if I see you around, don’t worry about asking me for help.”

“Oh uh, thank you…Doctor,” Y/N replied, taken aback by his kindness. 

“Y’ can call me Harry,” She noticed a dimple appear when he smiled. His eyes were fixed on her for a beat before he pointed to his name badge and continued, “S my name y’ see.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile and a little giggle escaped her, “It’s a nice name.”

“What’s your name?” Harry asked but was interrupted by the receptionist returning.

“Good morning Doctor Styles,” She greeted as she sat back at the desk.

“Good morning Hannah,” Harry replied, his eyes darting from Y/N to Hannah.

The woman slid the badge over to Y/N. It was a printed-out copy of the badge she was supposed to have gotten, laminated and whole-punched to a lanyard. Y/N took it between her fingers and read her name on it, her eyebrows furrowing. “Um, I think my last name is spelt wrong,” Y/N said, it would be fine if it was a small spelling mistake but it may as well be a completely different name with the way it had been spelt. 

“Sorry?” Hannah’s smile faltered. 

"U-um, my last name is spelled wrong. I-I'm sorry, I don't want to be such a pain," Y/N stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she handed the lanyard back to the receptionist.

The receptionist glanced at the name badge, and then back at Y/N. "Oh, it must be because it's such a complicated name. I must have spelt it wrong on the computer. Are you sure you can't just use it? Only until your ID comes in?"

Y/N felt a sinking feeling in her chest. She hated confrontation or being an inconvenience, but she had already given up so much for a better life here. She couldn't give up her name too. "But it's my name," she insisted softly, her voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and determination.

Just as the receptionist's mouth opened to respond, the Doctor, who had been silently observing, cleared his throat. "Hannah, I think it would be better if we give Y/N the correct name on her own ID badge, don't you think?" He interjected gently, coming to Y/N's aid without hesitation. “The whole point of it is to let people know who we are, we wouldn’t want people getting Y/N’s name wrong on her first day would we?”

Hannah frowned and Y/N could tell she wasn’t happy, “Right, I’ll be right back.” 

Y/N released a sigh, putting a hand to her forehead, “Thank you, Doctor Styles.” She said even though she was extremely embarrassed. 

“Hey it’s Harry,” He smiled, “And you were right to argue with her, ‘s your name which is beautiful by the way.”  Y/N's cheeks flushed even deeper at his compliment, but she managed a shy smile in return, feeling a sense of gratitude for Harry's kindness and support. “Don’t let these people push you around. You have just of a right to be here as everyone else.”

Y/N’s lips parted as he spoke the words she had been repeating to herself since she woke up. Y/N watched him go, her heart still racing at the unexpected encounter, a newfound warmth spreading through her as she resumed her wait in the bustling hospital corridor. 

Hannah soon returned with an annoyed look on her face as she handed Y/N her temporary badge with her name written correctly. She thanked her and walked away already having gained a possible enemy but maybe a possible friend too. 

 . . .

“I don’t want her as my nurse,” An elderly patient said midway through the day as they were serving lunch. 

Y/N had been in her scrubs for five hours, with another seven to go. Her feet ached from standing all day, attending to the patients that had been assigned to her at the start of the day. While some of the other healthcare workers had been welcoming, she couldn't ignore the clear divide between them. They tended to gather in separate groups and have their own cliques going on amongst them, but Y/N appreciated their support as she adjusted to her new role, minding her own business as she did. 

“Margot,” Layla, another healthcare assistant, spoke to the eighty-year-old woman who was laying in bed waiting for her lunch to be fed to her, “Y/N’s a new healthcare assistant, she’s just going to be feeding you lunch.”

“I don’t want her,” Margot protested, “I want someone else.”

Y/N's gaze dropped, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She had been expecting this to happen at some point but she didn’t think it would happen so soon. "It's alright, Layla. I'll take over your tasks," Y/N offered quietly, not wanting to make a scene.

Layla's eyes softened with sympathy. "She's not usually like this," she whispered.

Y/N nodded, her resolve firm as she gathered her belongings to assist elsewhere. "No problem," she replied with a shrug, masking her hurt.

"C'mon, Margot," Layla urged gently, collecting the tray of hot lunch.

"I don't want a foreigner feeding me," Margot muttered sharply, her words stinging the air.

Y/N’s eyes stung as she left the room. She thought she had been lucky with her patient’s today and the majority of them had been rather lovely. They’d been interested in Y/N’s life, noticing her olive-toned complexion and black hair and asking her where she came from. The question allowed her to reminisce on her time back home and describe the foods and the environment she grew up with but it was only so long before she came across someone who didn’t care - seeing her as nothing more than a stranger in a foreign land that never quite felt like home.

Y/N took three deep breaths before stepping into the wing to cover Layla's shift for an hour. She knew she needed to shake off the hurt from the recent encounter, hoping that immersing herself in work would help ease the discomfort. 

Three other women were working on the ward when Y/N entered the room. They were sitting in the corner on plastic chairs, sharing a phone screen as some show played. One of them turned when they noticed Y/N was in the room which caused the other two to follow. 

“Hello,” Y/N spoke, timidly, “I’m here to help out Layla for a little while.” 

The women exchanged knowing glances, their expressions morphing into smirks. One of them, the apparent leader of the group, sneered as she replied, "Oh, great. About time someone else did some work around here. Layla's been slacking off all morning." 

“Really?” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, Layla had been very kind to her just moments ago. 

“Yeah,” The leader replied, her lips smacking together as she chewed on a piece of gum, “You can start by feeding those three their lunches.” She pointed her finger towards three patients lying in their beds. 

“All three?” There were only six beds in the room. 

“Is there a problem?” The woman folded her arms, the other two trying not to laugh behind her. 

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “No there is not.”

Y/N rolled up her sleeves and got to work, trying to spoon-feed all three patients as the other girls sat in the corner continuing to watch their show. Despite the mocking gaze of her co-workers, Y/N was fully determined to prove to herself that she could get through this. She needed to just put her head down and remind herself that this was for the better - the money would be worth it at the end of the month and she’d have enough to send to her family back home too. 

As Y/N sat with the last patient, one of the ladies stood up to go and tended to another one. “Janice,” She cooed, walking over to the side of the bed where an elderly woman lay asleep, “Janice wake up love,” She squeezed her hand, “Janice?”

Y/N’s head shot in their direction, her eyes falling on Janice who wouldn’t wake up. She dropped the bowl of food on the side table and rushed over, “Hello Janice? Can you hear me?” The lady asked as Y/N put her ear to her mouth to see if she was breathing. 

“She’s unconscious,” Y/N stated, “Her throat is blocked, did you feed her?”

The woman’s eyes were wide, “I-I-”

“Call the doctor,” Y/N instructed one of the other girls who immediately pressed the red button to alert the emergency services. 

“We don’t have enough time,” Y/N muttered, “Get me a tracheostomy tube.”

“We don’t have authorisation to-”

“I can do it, I’ve done it before, please.” Y/N’s adrenaline was running high but she remained calm on the surface, it was what she had been trained to do. 

The woman hurried over with a tube, and Y/N wasted no time. With steady hands, she performed a tracheostomy to create an emergency airway for Janice. Time seemed to blur as Y/N worked quickly and efficiently.

Minutes later, as Y/N finished, the doctor entered the room, taking in the scene with great concern and alertness on his face. “Where’s the emergency?” It was Doctor Styles, Y/N recognised him by his voice. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, even though the patient had been saved and was able to breathe better, it wasn’t protocol to allow Healthcare assistants to perform such an intricate procedure that could so easily go wrong. She could be in big trouble for this and it was only her first day. 

“Janice was unconscious, she was barely breathing,” One of Y/N’s co-workers explained.

Harry approached the patient, his eyes widening in disbelief as he realised what Y/N had done. "You did this?" he asked his tone a mix of astonishment and concern.

Y/N looked up, her stomach churning with dread. She could already picture the disappointment on her mother's face for potentially jeopardising her job on the first day. "I was trying to-"

"Do you realise how dangerous this procedure is?" Harry's voice cut through her explanation.

Y/N's gaze fell to the ground, her throat tightening with guilt. "Yes, I do."

"She could have died," Harry stated, his tone grave.

"I know, but I-" Y/N began, her words faltering.

"You saved her life," Harry's interruption caught Y/N off guard, her head shooting up to meet his gaze. For the first time, she saw the awe and shock reflected in his eyes.

“How did you know how to do it?” Harry asked, genuine curiosity evident in his tone.

“I learnt it during my training,” Y/N explained, her nerves still on edge.

“You just learnt it?” Harry chuckled softly, his gaze drifting to the other women in the room. "And what were you three doing when this happened?"

“W-well, we've yet to learn that procedure, Doctor Styles,” one of them spoke up, the rest nodding along in agreement.

Harry rolled his eyes, his attention returning to Y/N. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Truly remarkable,” he said, his gaze fixed on her. 

. . .

Y/N was exhausted at the end of her shift. Her bag was still packed, her lunch and snacks untouched, because she had been on her feet all day. Her skin felt sticky underneath her sweatshirt, she couldn’t wait to shower once she got back to the house. 

As she left the hospital, she inhaled the fresh air and felt the cool breeze against her flushed face.  She needed to get the tube station back to her boarding house but she was grateful to finally have a few hours away from the scent of disinfectant and rude co-workers. 

“Y/N!” Y/N spun on her heel as she heard the call of her name, turning to see Doctor Styles pacing towards her. It was the first time today she had seen him wearing glasses. 

“Doctor Styles, I thought you would be at home already,” She smiled as best as she could despite feeling much too tired to do so. 

“No, I still have a few hours to go.” He replied, that dimple and sparkle in his eye returning to his equally tired face. “I caught you walking out and left my office to come speak to you. I was really impressed by what you did today. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a healthcare assistant do that under such pressure.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Y/N was terrible at taking compliments, even more so when she was tired.

“It was everything. You saved a woman’s life.” Harry stated. 

"Right," Y/N murmured, her mind still reeling from the events of the day and Harry's constant acknowledgement.

A brief moment of silence fell between them as Harry looked as though he was trying to speak but didn’t know how to word it properly, “Listen I…forgive me if I’m being too forward but would you maybe want to grab something to eat with me one night, maybe, I don’t know. If you want to of course, no pressure, and if you have a boyfriend that’s okay too but is it okay if you don’t tell me because that would be incredibly kind towards my pride.”

For the first time today, Y/N released a genuine laugh as he finished his rambling. “You’re not like the boys back home.” She said after she had composed herself. 

Harry frowned, “Is that a good thing?”

“It’s refreshing,” She told him, it was nice to experience something new and it be a good thing for once. “I will go out with you Harry.” 

A smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips, despite his attempt to suppress it by biting his bottom lip. He rubbed his hand over his mouth in a futile effort to conceal his grin, but the crinkles around his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks betrayed his amusement. "Okay," he chuckled softly, unable to contain his delight. "That’s good."

“I have an afternoon off in three days time, is that okay?” He asked eagerly, wanting to see her as soon as possible.

“I would like that,” she says, her voice filled with anticipation. “A lot actually.”

Their gazes locked for a brief moment. “Well, I should probably get going,” Y/N said, breaking the silence.

“Yes, of course. Can I give you my number first? I can text you the details later if that’s okay,” Harry asked, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

“Oh, sure,” Y/N replied, taking out her phone, which only had her family’s numbers saved in it.

Harry quickly typed his number into Y/N's phone before handing it back to her with a warm smile. “I’ll hopefully see you tomorrow?” Harry asked.

“Yes, I’m here tomorrow.” Harry walked backwards towards the hospital entrance, smiling and shaking his head before turning his back to her.

Y/N was in disbelief as she began her journey home. She couldn't shake the feeling of surprise that someone like Harry would want to go on a date with her. Dating wasn't even on her radar when she arrived; she had suspected that no man would find her attractive because of how she looked - she wasn’t really deemed the stereotypical female in Western society. But Harry's genuine interest had shattered those doubts. As she navigated through the bustling streets, a newfound sense of confidence began to bloom within her. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful and a new distraction from her overwhelming life. 

. . .

Harry had been eyeing the clock all morning. 

“Have somewhere to be?” Niall, his co-worker, asked, having seen him glued to the clock. 

“Something like that,” Harry mumbled. 

With just an hour left of his shift, Harry couldn't shake the anticipation of taking Y/N out for dinner tonight. She had been occupying his thoughts incessantly for the past three days. The golden hue of her skin and the soft, round features of her face had etched themselves into his mind. He found himself mesmerised by the almond shape of her eyes, their deep brown colour reminiscent of a shot of espresso in the morning. 

He loved the melodic, soft tones of her voice and the way she spoke with an accent that brought life into the usual boring words people spoke to him every day. He thought about how her cheeks would tinge pink whenever she’d start speaking, how shy she was whenever he’d praise her or how expressive her eyes were whenever she wasn’t talking. 

He was a Doctor and knew all the ways in which the mind and body worked but he was beginning to question his beliefs since he had met Y/N because he was pretty sure he had fallen in love at first sight. 

Everything about her had been on his mind and he was desperate to find out all that he possibly could about the quiet, shy healthcare assistant who saved the life of a woman on her first day. 

Interrupting the images of Y/N that had been playing in his mind, was the sound of the buzzer to the emergency department. Harry sat up at the same time as Niall who was already standing to his feet to go and see what the problem was. He sighed, hoping for time to hurry up so the evening would arrive much sooner. 

“Hey it’s me,” Harry sighed a heavy sigh into the phone as he held it against his ear, sitting in his car in the staff parking area of the hospital many hours later. His forehead was pressed against the steering wheel as tiredness and guilt laced within him.

“Hello Harry,” Y/N’s soft voice rang through the speaker, soothing a piece of him that was just so tired, “Is everything okay?”

Harry’s eyes squeezed shut, “You’re probably going to hate me for this but is there any chance we can reschedule? Something came up at work and I’ve only just come out.” He was five hours overtime after a family had been rushed into the emergency room after an accident. 

He swallowed as he waited for her to reply, “Oh,” She said and the small remark made him feel even more guilty than he already felt. 

“I’m sorry,” He hated himself because it was all he had been looking forward to.

“Harry,” Y/N said his name, “It’s okay. I’ve worked in enough hospitals to know these things happen. Of course, we can go at another time but are you okay?”

He released a long breath at the question, “No not really,” it was the truth and another reason why he needed to reschedule the date. He had seen some pretty tough things today and it weighed heavily on his mind. 

“Have you eaten?” Y/N asked, concern in her voice. 

His eyes stung, his head falling back against the headrest, “No I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” 

Y/N sighed over the phone, “Do you live close by?”

“I live about ten minutes from the hospital,” He told her, wondering why she would ask. 

“Is it okay if I come by?” She asks, “I mean it’s okay if not.”

Harry’s shoulders dropped, “That actually sounds really nice.”

The fact that Y/N would be visiting him at his home seemed to ease the weight of the long day from Harry's shoulders. With a faint smile playing on his lips, he leaned back in his seat, feeling a hint of anticipation at the thought of her company.

When Harry got home, he saw how messy his apartment was. Feeling a sudden jolt of energy, he quickly picked up his laundry off of the floor and threw dirty dishes into the dishwasher. He took a moment to straighten up the living room and fluff the cushions on the couch. Trying to make everything look cleaner than it actually was in order to impress her. 

His buzzer rang and he quickly went to answer it, allowing her to come up as his heart raced in his chest. With one last glance around the room, he swiftly nudged something under the coffee table before reaching the door just as she knocked.

Harry felt all the tiredness from his body lift when he opened the door and found her standing there with a plastic carrier bag in her hands. She was wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, her hair tied up in a ponytail and her face make-up free. 

“Hey,” He breathed, a piece of him settling when he laid eyes on her, “Thank you for coming here.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” She smiled and walked past him after he moved to the side to let her in. 

Her eyes were wide as she took in his apartment, “This is a lot better than the boarding house.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “You’re living in a boarding house?”

She nodded, “Only until I can find my own place to live. It was what the company who transferred me here offered when I applied.” 

“I see,” Harry realised he was still in his uniform except his shirt was untucked and his tie was loose around his neck. 

Y/N placed the plastic bag on the kitchen counter, “I bought some things to make you since you didn’t eat. How about I start cooking and you can get changed?” 

Harry scratched the back of his neck, “I-I hope you don’t think I invited you over to cook for me Y/N. I actually really just wanted to see you.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, “It’s okay, I enjoy cooking and maybe it’s my excuse to see you too.”

He took a step forward, “If I had known you had been waiting to find an excuse I would have invited you over much sooner.” 

She shifted under his gaze, biting her lip to stop her smile, “Go get dressed,” She ordered and Harry grinned, it was the first time he had seen her act so assertively. 

He took a thirty-minute long shower, scrubbing off the remains of the day from his skin. He wore a grey sweatshirt and sweatpants, drying his hair with a towel as he re-entered the kitchen to find Y/N already plating up the food she had made. 

The kitchen was an aroma of fragrances Harry had never smelt before. His mouth watered as Y/N spooned rice onto plates and picked up the saucepan to bring to the kitchen island. “This smells amazing,” Harry sat on one of the stools, picking up a knife and fork. 

“It’s called chicken adobo,” Y/N informs him, “It’s a traditional dish of the Philippines, my mama used to make it for me and my sister when we’d come in from school.” 

Harry listened intently, “That’s where you’re from?” 

Y/N smiled, “It’s my home.” She took Harry’s plate and spooned some of the chicken on top of the rice before doing the same for herself, “I hope you don’t mind but I use my hands to eat,” 

Harry lowered his knife and fork, “Really?”

“Mhm,” Y/N picked up some of the rice and chicken with her fingers,  “It’s called Kamayan. It’s meant to help appreciate the flavours and textures of the food we make or are served.”

Harry looked genuinely interested as Y/N ate the food pressed into her hand, “Can I try?”

Y/N paused chewing on her food, not expecting him to want to try something that in many Western cultures might be considered bad manners. She quickly swallowed it down and nodded, “Of course.” 

Harry pursed his lips as he concentrated on gathering the rice and chicken into his hands. He felt the stickiness of the rice as he pressed it with his fingers. It wasn’t as graceful as Y/N had done as he attempted to put it all into his mouth. He chewed on the chicken, his taste buds tingling at the new flavour. 

Swallowing it down his eyes brightened, “It’s delicious!”

Y/N’s eyes crinkled, “Yeah? You think so?”

“I’ve never eaten with my hands before but it feels quite liberating.” He chuckles.

Y/N laughs, “My mama always told us to eat with our hands.” 

Harry repeated the action, scooping the perfect serving into his hand and eating it, “Where did you live when you lived in the Philippines?”

“I grew up in Roxas City- it’s on one of the many islands and it’s beautiful. The beaches stretch for miles and the water is so blue and clear you can see your feet walking along the bottom.” Harry watched as Y/N explained animatedly what her home country was like. Her words brought the images to life in his mind as he pictured her walking along the beaches. 

He was happy to see her relax into conversation the more questions he asked about her home, “What made you want to come here to work?”

Y/N’s smile faltered and Harry wished he could take back the question but she answered, “My family aren’t wealthy and I always knew I would have to leave at some point to go out and make enough money to bring back for them so we could have a better life. I trained in healthcare so I could come here and work.” 

Harry's expression softened, concern evident in his eyes. "Has it been difficult?" he asked gently. He knew it might sound like a cliché question, but he genuinely wanted to make sure she was coping okay. It must be incredibly difficult having to leave everything you know for something completely different. 

“I’m so homesick,” Y/N’s eyes watered, “Every day I go back to that boarding house and count down the days until I can go home again. I-I thought I knew English before coming here but it’s so difficult to understand when people are talking so fast and expecting you to know what they’re saying.” Harry grabbed a tissue and passed it to her. She took it in her hands and gave him a watery smile, “I miss my mama and my sister and the sun. London is so grey.” 

Harry reached out a hand and gripped her fingers, squeezing them gently, “Hey, you’re doing so good Y/N.” He started, “You’re so unbelievably brave for coming here and starting this new life. I mean I couldn’t do what you’re doing - I get homesick even when my mum lives ten minutes away,” Y/N laughs and the sound sparks something inside of him, even when she was crying she was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life, “You should be so proud of yourself and I know your family is proud of you too.”

Y/N’s watery eyes looked into his, “Thank you,” She whispered, “This is the first time I’ve stepped outside my house other than to get that stupid train to work.” 

“Seriously?” Harry was shocked, no wonder she was feeling so trapped and cooped up. 

Harry glanced at their two empty plates before giving her hand a tight squeeze, “C’mon,”

“What-” Y/N watched as he grabbed his jacket and car keys.

“Let me take you somewhere,” He insisted, his voice warm and inviting. 

“But it’s dark outside?” Y/N slid off her stool and followed him to the front door. 

“That’s the best time of day,” He smirked and whisked her away to his car where he drove her through the streets of London, illuminated by the lights that lit up the streets. 

He parked on the side of the road somewhere and they walked for fifteen minutes until they reached a busier area of the city where people were still out with friends, “Hopefully it’s still there,” He mumbled. 

“What are you talking about?” Y/N frowned and her head lifted to see the bright lights from billboards that surrounded the square. Perfume adverts and models appeared on the big screens as tourists posed for pictures in front of them. 

“This is Piccadilly Circus,” Harry motioned to the place they were standing in. He intertwined their fingers and led her over to stand her in front of the biggest billboard of them all, “And that is your home.” He pointed to it and the billboard switched to a picture of a beach that looked almost exactly the same as the one she had grown up near. Big, bold letters with the words ‘Visit the Philippines’ were at the bottom but Y/N couldn’t seem to stop staring at the sea that illuminated the square, casting it in blue light. 

Her eyes glistened with tears, “I know it’s not the same,” Harry said, scratching the back of his neck, “But-”

“It’s my home,” Y/N gasped, a grin taking over her entire face, “That’s where I’m from Harry!” 

Harry’s grin mirrored hers, “It is!” He replies with equal enthusiasm. 

“Can you take a picture of me?” She reached for her phone and passed it to him. Y/N smiled like a kid at Christmas in front of the billboard and Harry quickly snapped a picture before it switched to a different advert. 

He handed the phone back to her and she looked down unable to keep her eyes off of that blue sea she had been missing. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” She murmured and looked up to see him already gazing at her, “Thank you.”

Harry smiled bashfully, shaking his head, “I know you don’t believe it yet but I think you were meant to be here at this moment in life and I think maybe I was meant to be here too.” He admitted. 

“You really think that?” She asked.

“I believe it wholeheartedly,” He stated. 

When the billboard returned to the picture of the sea, Y/N insisted Harry stand to get a picture in front of it. He pulled a face, pointing at the billboard and the picture came out all blurry because Y/N had been laughing too much. 

Late into the night, they stayed in Piccadilly Circus taking pictures of each other and with each other as the beach appeared on the screen. Harry swore his camera roll was now just pictures of Y/N squealing with excitement whenever the image of the beach appeared. 

In the moments in between, they sat and spoke. Comparing cultures and learning more about one another. Whilst Y/N had learnt about Harry’s family and living in the English countryside as a child, Harry had learnt all about Y/N’s time in the sun and how much she adored fishing in the spring and picking mangoes off her grandpa’s mango trees. 

It wasn’t a date, it was more than that. 

It was the converging of two paths in life that had now become one. 

. . .

Mahal na mama, Dear mama. 

I got my first paycheck today and I have sent you as much as I can. I hope it’s enough to buy you some new shoes because I know you are getting tired of your old ones. 

I have been working hard and I’m slowly growing used to the way things work here. I’d be lying if I told you it was easy, it’s been so incredibly hard. So many times I have been desperate to come home, wondering whether this was where I belonged or if it just wasn’t meant to be. 

But Mama, I’ve met someone. 

Don’t be upset. I know you always told me and sissy it should always be careers before boys but he has become my home away from home mama. 

He’s a doctor at the hospital and his name is Harry.

Every day he picks me up from work even though his apartment is right by the hospital and we walk into work together. He’s not embarrassed to hold my hand or kiss me goodbye either. 

I spend a lot of days at his home because it’s a lot nicer than my boarding house. He asks me to cook him some of your recipes and he tells me to tell you that they are delicious and he hopes one day that you can cook them for him. 

He loves to listen to me speak about home and I love to hear him speak about his. 

He’s introduced me to this whole other world of culture mama and it is so beautiful. 

I love you and I miss you but I am safe and happy and I am doing well.

I am still counting down the days until I can come home and visit you but just know I am no longer homesick because of him. 

Mahal kita Mama. 

. . .

“Ang pangalan ko ay Harry,”

“Ang… Pan-gaaa-”

“Pangalan,” Y/N tried not to laugh at the concentrated look on his face. 

“Pangalan,” She nods.

“Ang pangalan ko ay Harry,” Harry looks at her for confirmation and she nods, leaning forward to kiss him. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry, my name is Y/N.” She murmurs against his lips. 

She feels his lips curve against hers before he puckers them and presses kisses all over her face. She tries to pull him away but he keeps her in his grip until they collapse onto the bed. “Harryyyy,” She giggles as he presses kisses along her exposed collarbones. 

“What’s the word for kisses again?” He murmurs against her neck. 

Y/N’s hands run through his curls, pushing them back from his face. Her lips ghost against his as she murmurs, “Mga halik,” 

“Mga halik,” He repeats, his pronunciation improving. 

“Mhm,” She puckers her lips to kiss him to which he happily hums and returns her kiss. “I need to start dinner,”

“No,” He whines, holding onto her, “Stay.”

“But I’m so hungry and you need to help me with the lumpia.” She says referring to the spring roles she had taught him to make. 

“We can’t order a pizza?” He pouts, “I just want to hold you.” 

Y/N sighed but was unable to prevent herself from falling for the pouty look on his face, “Fine, we’ll get a pizza but only if we can get it with pineapple.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed, “Criminal,” 

“But you love me?” She grins, cheekily. 

“I do,” He kisses her before grabbing his phone, “I truly do.”

Since moving to a new country and meeting Harry, Y/N's life had transformed. He had brought back the sense of familiarity she had lost when she moved across the world. In him, she found not just love, but a true home—a place where she belonged and was cherished in return.

Her work and life in general had become easier because she no longer felt so alone. Every day they’d sit together during their lunch breaks at work and go back to Harry’s apartment at the end of their shifts. 

“Hi baby,” Harry greeted her whenever she’d get into the car with him. He’d lean over the console and kiss her. 

“Hi syota,” Sweetheart. She’d say in return and despite how tired he felt, he always managed to smile at the term of endearment she’d picked for him. 

Further into their dating, Harry had been desperate to learn her language. Even though Y/N told him it didn’t matter to her - they had their own ways of communicating that only they understood, bridging the gap between words that got lost in translation - he was instant on it. 

“But when our kids learn, I’ll be left out.” It was the first time he said I love you without even saying the three words. 

As they sat in his living room, which was slowly becoming hers too, eating pizza and watching Lord of the Rings, because Harry was insistent on making Y/N watch the whole series if she wanted to truly see the beauty of Western culture, Y/N realised that maybe Harry was right and this was where she was meant to be all along. 

“I love you,” Harry murmured as he held her in his arms on the couch. 

“Mahal kita.” I love you. She replied, feeling more at home in his arms than she did anywhere else in the world. 

3 years later… 

“Are you nervous baby?” Harry whispered in her ear as they sat side by side on the plane, their fingers intertwined. She was wearing his sweater and he had one of her rings on a chain around his neck, it was the physical representation of how they had interwoven their lives had become. 

“A little,” Y/N confessed, glancing out the window to see they were nearing the island she had left three years ago. “I’m worried they won’t like this version of me.”

“Hey,” Harry cupped her cheek in his hand, “They’re your family, they’ll love every version of you the same way I do.” 

Y/N’s lips turned upwards, “You promise?” 

“I’d never lie to you my love,” He kissed the bridge of her nose. 

The plane shook as it landed on the ground. Y/N could already feel the heat of the sun before she’d even stepped off the plane, just from looking out the window. Harry grabbed her duffle bag from the overhead compartment and took his own travel case as well. 

He was wearing a shirt that said ‘But Daddy I love him’ and white shorts with sunglasses buried in his dishevelled curls. They had been flying for hours, the both of them exhausted, but Y/N couldn’t seem to calm the jitters of seeing her home again. 

Harry pulled her into his side and kissed the top of her head, “Calm down, puso ko.” my heart. 

“Do you think she’ll be here?” Y/N was already craning her neck as they got to passport control even though it was impossible to see past the arrival gates from where they stood. 

She remembered what her mother had told her when she dropped her off to start her new life in England. 

“Mananatili pa rin ako dito sa loob ng tatlong taon at magiging mas mahusay ka.” I will still be here in three years and you will be someone better. 

She hoped she had done just as her mother said and she would be returning to her as someone better than the person she used to be. 

Once they got through the gate, Y/N stood on her toes and tried to spot her mother in the crowds. She didn’t expect to see her right away as her mother was rather short but she hoped she’d sense her presence somewhere in the room. 

“Do you see her?” Y/N asked, Harry was also looking around to see if she was somewhere. 

“Y/N!” A warm, comforting voice that echoed in the depths of her childhood and rang through her to this day, called for her amongst the bustle of people. 

Y/N’s eyes watered, “Mama!” She called, spinning around to find her. 

“Hey look baby,” Harry pointed and that’s when Y/N saw her. Her arms open, standing in the place she promised she would be three years later. 

“Mama!” Y/N dropped Harry’s hand and ran towards her mother, enveloping herself in her arms and feeling her soft skin against her own. She felt the hands that had held her as a child, cling to the back of her shirt. 

“Ang anak ko,” My child. Her mother held her. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” Y/N whispered, her eyes flooding with tears. 

Y/N pulled away, looking down at her mother and feeling a fresh flood of tears fill her eyes. A presence came up behind her, a hand on her shoulder. She put her hand on top of his and watched as her mother’s eyes widened in surprise, “Mama, this is my boyfriend, Harry.”

Harry cleared his throat, placing their bags on the floor, “Hello ang pangalan ko ay Harry. Ikinagagalak kitang makilala.” Hello, my name is Harry. Nice to meet you. His tone was slightly unsure as he spoke but Y/N beamed as he spoke the words to his mother, having spent the last few years teaching him. 

Her mother smiled, a tear falling from her eye. Y/N’s lips parted, having never seen her mother cry before. She took a step forward and then wrapped her arms around Harry, “Salamat sa pag-aalaga sa anak ko.” thank you for taking care of my daughter. 

Y/N covered her mouth to stop herself from sobbing in the middle of the airport. She wanted to take this moment and bottle it up as she watched her two favourite people in the entire world embrace each other. 

If there was one thing Y/N had learnt from her time away it was that home wasn’t so much of a place anymore but the people instead.

These were her people.

They were her home. 

[sunb0rn]

sabi ng roommate ko (si Kar pa din to) next time daw na may itatapon syang gamit icoconsult muna nya sa akin.

*alam nya magiging reax ko kaya nga di nya sinabi sa akin na itatapon na nya. sinabi nalang nya, "nagtaka kaba wala na sa shoe rack ung Hush Puppies ko? tinapon ko na eh. yung nakalagay don sa plastic na pinakuha natin, kaya ko dinoble" and I was like ??? akala ko kasi inuwi lang muna nya sa kanila.

ganto kasi, she just bought a new office black shoes (CLN) coz nagustuhan nya style tas tinapon na nya yung one year palang niyang Hush Puppies na wala namang major sira. ngayon etong si CLN after 2 weeks ng gamit nafeel at nakita (nangitim toe nails) nya na di maganda fit sa paa nya. ayun binenta sa workmate namin. thing is, if di nya basta basta tinapon yung Hush Puppies edi sana meron syang magagamit ngayon habang di pa sya nakaka bili ng pamalit don sa pangit ang size. na suggest ko din naman sa kanya na okay yon na may another shoes kapag maulan kahinayang gamitin ung mas bago.

alam ko gamit niya yun and she has all the right kung ano gusto nya gawin; pero mej kaasar. if ayaw na kako nya, maayos pa naman eh sana sinabi sa akin pamimigay ko nalang sa mga pamangkin ko. *di ko type style (at di ko din size) but if I did di ako mahihiyang hingin yun para sa sarili ko. keber sa hand-me-downs talaga ako. tska DREAM SCHOOL SHOES KO YUNG HUSH PUPPIES na masyado talagang pricey for us.

This is the second time na ginawa nya yan, yung una was yung New Balance na tinapon nya after she bought AF1. inawitan ko sya non na isasama ko nalang sa ipapamigay sa pinsan ko. Nag okay sya but after a week sinabi nya na tinapon na nya kasi namumuti (suede material) at pudpod na. pero minimal sign of usage lang yun. nag okay nalang ako non sa knya and inimagine ko na super sira yung sapatos kaya nahiya na sya ipamigay.

sabi ko nga sa kanya netong huli, sana nilagay nya ng maayos yung shoes sa basurahan para if makita nung collector at tingin nya magagamit pa eh makukuha. hindi ung basta basta binasura.

sabi ko din na para sa mga taong walang wala ang laking bagay na may masuot na maayos na sapatos, given pa na may brand yung mga tinatapon nya at magtatagal pa yun if binigyan nya ng chance na magamit ng iba.

ayoko na nga lang masyado pagalitan kasi feeling ko more of impulse problem yon. na feeling nya nakaka sikip sa shoe rack or in a way nakaka sikip sa space na ginagalawan nya (nakikita man nya o hindi). feeling daw nya at peace sya kapag nakakapag bawas ng gamit since may bago syang binili.

huhu di ko alam kung masyado ba ako pa- "deprived thinking" mode o ano. pero yon na eenlighten naman sya.

[starseungs]

the issue about the thesis was the greatest fuck in my college life tbh because first all everything was going great BEFORE the data gathering because i got 90++ grade from our prof which is really good since we did everything together and the proposal was to the highest level of success but everything went apart the moment napabayaan kami, imagine mo me and my friends did our research alone, we didn't know what to do so naghanap kami ng paraan tapos lagpas na sa expiration date defense namin so i almost failed tapos the dean didn't like it and 50-50 yung graduation ko 😭 pero thank God nagawan naman ng paraan and i still graduated with a high grade. and yes maroon school is top tier when it comes to acads, mas malaman yung majors mo compared sa minors. sadyang magkaka-problema ka lang talaga it's either with you or sa prof mo (i heard my prof is not teaching na sa maroon school and stayed sa blue school so ayon, forgot to thank him sa lahat) but yah

your majors won't be the ones who'll fuck you, the minor ones will 🤧 you will do great in college and of course magiging part ka ng dean's list!! YOUR BRAIN HELLO??? TOP TIER TOO here’s a piece of advice, your grades doesn’t matter that much i mean don’t stay sa grade na kontento ka, kunin mo yung grade na kaya mong kunin also, also make sure to have good credentials and backgrounds, the more u engage sa orgs. the better but manage your time. it’s like high school but busier, tiring, mental breaking and emotionally painful so expect a lot of paghihirap but no pressure ok? there are A LOT of times you can enjoy, 4 years of college ON CAMPUS, it will be a great experience too. kaso after grad. thats when life fucks you hard welcome to reality shit and other stuff but hey, you will be alright 🩷 been there, done that just enjoy okay?

HALA HUHU TAMA TALAGA SA MAGDDOWNHILL LAHAT PAG NAPABAYAAN KASI NAGANUN DIN AMIN KAYA MAGKAIBA YUNG DIRECTION NAMIN AT YUNG DIRECTION NA TINGIN NG RESEARCH ADVISER NAMIN NA PAPUNTA KAMI :((( pero im so happy it all worked out for us, and naitawid namin yung defense kahit na-gisa kami 🥲

and i'll take your advice to heart. actually may dalawa na din akong tinitingnan na orgs dito sa blue school d-city (yung isa is an arts and mass media focused org and from what ive seen, they make mvs, documentaries, broadcasts, etc // then the other one is the studenr government AHAHAHAHA wala lang, part din kasi ako ng studgov org sa shs) titingnan ko nalang what calls me 🤷‍♀️

hays lagi akong napapagod sa pag-aaral pero honestly parang di ko pa maimagine sarili ko magtrabaho 😭 hopefully may mahahanap ako na pays good enough kasi alam naman natin kinukulang sa job opportunities tong pinas :')))

[hindimakatulogsagabi]

ngayon ko lang naiisip na ang dami palang nangyari sa nakaraang dalawang taon, nagresign ako sa work tapos nagbusiness nalang ako nung una it went well naman kaso siguro dahil na rin sa stress, napabayaan ko. dumating sa point na wala na talaga akong pera, hindi nya alam yun kasi palagi ko pa din sya nabibigyan ng mga kung ano anong gusto nya. wala na syang feelings sakin nung time na yan. hanggang sa naubos na talaga ako. sobrang nadrain, physically, mentally, financially. don na ako lumayo. kasi pakiramdam ko, ano pa mabibigay ko e ubos na ubos na ako.

nasurvive ko naman kahit papano, nakakabangon pakonti konti. tapos naging okay na ako. don ko na sya inapproach ulit, hindi para jowain ulit pero ayun nga ayoko sya mawala sa buhay ko. mahal ko pa naman pero hindi na yung gaya ng dati hanggang sa nagpaparamdam na sya ulit na gusto nya ako ulit.

since wala pa ako masyadong pera that time, hindi ako makapag effort masyado sakanya. galing diba, sya yung bumalik pero ako pa din yung gustong mag effort. naalala ko nung bday nya last year yung pinakasimpleng bday treat ko sakanya, kasi short pa ako nun. pero di ko matanggap yon, kasi she deserves more eh.

mas sinipagan ko pa para sa business ko, nag isip ng kung ano ano para lumakas yung sales ko, true naman na isa sya sa dahilan bakit ko talaga sinipagan. kahit nung nagbday ako wala pa din akong pera nun, simple lang din yung handa pero masaya kami. ang galing nga eh, sa mga nakaraang bday ko at bday nya, malaki ang gastos talaga pero hindi ako masaya kasi di na nya ako mahal nun eh. pero this year, masaya talaga.

ang dami nyang kelangan bayaran sa school, nakakalungkot na hindi ko sya mabigyan, pahiram lang kaya ko kasi nga hindi pa ganon kalakas yung business. pati sana simpleng baon nya gusto ko magbigay. kaso kasi, hindi ko magawang magbigay din ng pera parang feeling ko magiging utang na loob sya, or parang baka yun nalang maging reason bat nagsstay. naililibre ko pa naman sya kahit papano pero ang dami kong plano kasama sya. gusto ko masulit bago man lang sya mag abroad.

april this year tumaas yung sales ko 3x. sawakas nagbunga na din yung hirap ko at puyat. kaso ayun, dun sya umayaw. hindi na rin kami masyado nakakapag usap pero pag nakakapag usap kami lagi nya problema yung pera. naaawa ako, gusto ko sya bigyan pero ayoko talagang yun nalang yung maging dahilan bat kami nag uusap. ang ginawa ko before, sinesendan ko yung isang bank accnt nya pero konti lang naman.

nung nakapag usap na kami re sa closure, binigay ko pa atm ko sakanya, don pumapasok yung sales ng isang shop ko. hindi naman ganon kalaki. ang sabi ko, kung may need sya kumuha lang sya dun. ilista nalang nya at bayaran kapag nagkapera na. tbh di ko nman talaga papabayaran, ayoko lang magmukang binibigyan ko sya ng pera. parang suhol kasi. pero ayun, sinabihan ko din naman sya na wag na magchat kung kukuha sya dun. kasi nga ayokong yun nalang yung dahilan ng pagchachat nya. gusto ko lang din talaga sya tulungan. may maitulong man lang ako sa pagtupad ng pangarap nya.

hanggang sa netong huling usap namin na sinabi nyang meron na syang iba, sabi nya huhulug hulugan nya daw, binigay ko pa nga yung list ng iba pa nyang nahiram, yung bugso ng damdamin ko kasi. pero para sakin naman, wag na nya bayaran yun. okay na yun. niletgo ko na yun. hindi ko na rin naman chinecheck yung atm if nababawasan pa. kahit na wala na ulit akong pera ngayon kasi napabayaan na naman ang business dahil sa stress.

ayoko na rin naman magreachout sya sakin para magbayad, ayoko na magkaron pa kami ng communication kahit na thru our friends pa. masaya na sya at sana hayaan na nya muna akong magheal, kasi existence nya di nakakatulong sa pagheal ko. peace of mind ang kelangan ko.

[jeoneffext]

si kuyang pogi na naka silver haired! - an alhaitham short oneshot - filo au

It was another typical morning day at school, obviously doing what the teacher's instructions, groupings, research and some stressful stuff that you're used to doing by now.

Typical stress. Honestly. It was already break time, and you were hungry, you immediately ask out your best friend in the classroom, Venti, to take him with you at the canteen, but boy he was busy.

"Hoy, tara canteen! Gutom na ako~" You said, gently grabbing his arms, the short man just chuckle, seeing you very eager to eat by now.

"You go by yourself, I still need to finish this." Venti calmly said, showing you his work that he should submit later at the arts club, but you just whine.

"Venti naman eh! Kain lang tayo! Please~" You beg for life, hoping that he would come, kayo kasi dalawa mostly ang partners in recess kaya hindi pwedeng hindi sasama ang isa.

"So stubborn huh? Fine I'll keep my pencils first."

"Yey!" You happily exclaim.

You drag the poor boy out of the classroom, Venti gritted his teeth, you could be so impatient sometimes, and he haven't fix his collar yet.

"Hinay hinay lang ano ka ba." Venti warned you, walking not so slowly as he tried to fix his collar.

"GUTOM NA AKO!" You shout, earning a look from other students in the hallways of the school. "Gago, wag ka sumigaw, there's a meeting room near the principal's office, we might disturb them." Venti warns you again, earning a side eye from him.

(play this to match with the moment)

You could only laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder, not looking at your way, causing you to bump into someone's chest, a very hard one indeed.

"Uy gago, eyes on the hallway." Venti said, almost panicking.

"Pffft! Eyes mo mukha m--" Your words were immediately cut off as your cheek and upper body came to a halt, feeling a soft impact on someone's chest. Causing you to let out a yelp, your closure with Venti earlier already disappeared when you two accidentally break apart.

"Ouchie..." You mutter, closing your eyes in the slight pain.

"Sorry." A very still and manly voice bought you back to your senses, it's like its luring you to look up, cause the person is actually tall like TALL, you look up only to met eyes with the most gorgeous man you ever laid on. Your breath was taken away by his emerald orbs staring back at you.

You quickly noticed that he's wearing a uniform different than yours, it looks like a college uniform, your eyes widen when you realize you bumped in to a college student here sa Teyvat High!

"S-sorry po kuya!" You quickly apologise, bowing for respect, only earning a chuckle from the man, your heart races at his sudden actions, shit you were only a second year senior high school student.

"It's fine, next time be careful as you walk." He said calmly, with that sexy voice of his!

"I'm sorry po ulit, hehe..." You flash a nervous smile, scratching your head, making the man in front of you earn a small grin, he indeed find this amusing.

"Have a good morning, miss (your last name).

The mysterious man flash a small grin one last time as he proceeds to walk away, completely out of your sight.

The next thing you knew, you were completely stunned and can't move on your feet, you were standing still in the hallway with students just walking past you, just what has gotten into you? And the question is...

HOW DID HE KNOW YOUR LAST NAME!? WHAT ON EARTH JUST HAPPENED!???

And your best friend, Venti was able to witnessed all of that.

"Gago! Naka bangga ka ng college student!" Venti said, obviously amused by it, laughing at your state. "That was funny! You should've seen the look on your face when you bumped into him, aguy baka yun na yung magiging future asawa mo?" Venti added, teasing you, wiggling his eyebrows, you eye him annoyingly, but deep down kinikilig ka, gusto mo rin naman.

"Type mo si kuya noh? kingina mo lumalandi kana naman." Venti playfully nudge your shoulder.

"Wag ka ngang ano dyan... bolero ka talaga..." You said while playfully smacking his shoulder, hays gusto mo rin naman pala.

"Be careful nga kase, tara na nga sa canteen." He then proceed to drag you by your arm, you only look at him with that weak smile of yours, he look at you weirdly.

"Anyare sayo? Bat parang ayaw mo na pumunta sa canteen?" Venti ask you curiously, instead of answering him you gush! Earning another weird look from the dark blue haired, scratching his head.

"Umm, y/n? Okay ka lang?" The poor boy is concern at your state right now.

"Hindi..."

"Why naman?"

"I don't need to go to the canteen, kasi busog na busog na ako sa mga titig at kapogian ni kuyang naka silver haired!"

tell me if you want me baby girl sabihin mo~

jokes aside, kinilig ba kayo? tell me!! part 2 want mo ba pare?

[ghoulishffx]

Apologies in advance

Amihan's gasp turns into a quick, soft laugh as the cold river water hits her toes. Cassiel can hear his own breathing as he watches her.

Her eyes meet his and she grins. "Aren't you going to sit down?"

Her voice is hypnotizing, and he wants to sit down right there and soil his clothes for the chance to do as she says. Instead, he persists, "It's hot and muddy," he says, glancing at his clothing in the hopes that she'll catch his drift, so to speak. She doesn't seem to. "These are my work clothes," he continues, though with no effort as he's already begun sitting down.

"What's life without a little fun?" She says that a lot but Cassiel doesn't know if he agrees with it. He did have a life, before her, and there was no fun at all. It was still a life, even if it consisted more of soot and bruises than hearth and dandelion salad.

He nods, unwilling to protest. After all, it was a turn of phrase, and he would never criticize her for using a turn of phrase (assuming he could ever criticize her for anything at all).

She takes his hand, and he doesn't know how to feel. Something stirs in his gut but he doesn't really know what it is. He follows her silver gaze to the fish beneath her feet, brushing her toes with their smooth scales that shine in the sunlight. They wriggle past, flighty and senseless. Seeing animals like those makes him think. Amihan seems to read his mind, echoing his own thoughts.

"I wonder if they feel," she shares, a smile still playing on her lips. She addresses him next, but her eyes don't move from the running water. "Do you think they know they're going to die?"

Cassiel pauses and digests her question. "They don't have souls," he finally says. "None of them will go to heaven. They can't know of their death if they can't know what comes after."

"I suppose that makes us and them alike," she utters, so softly it draws his eyes to her lips.

"I suppose it does," he chokes out.

Amihan smiles so widely and so sweetly that he's taken aback. "You know," she starts, leaning toward but not quite on him, "When I was a child, I would walk to school every day with my mother."

Cassiel had never heard her speak about her mother before, so this had him listening intently.

"On these walks, I would often ask questions. One morning, I found a dead rabbit behind our bushes. I knew what death was my whole life, and I find it strange now when people talk about the moment they “learned” about death. Death was always just... there. I never had to question its existence, but I often questioned its... parameters. Is that how you say it?" He swallowed and nodded, wishing her to continue speaking. "My mother looked at me and she said, well, she said 'Isang araw tayo'y magiging lupa.'"

Cassiel squeezed her hand with urgency. "What does that mean?"

She thinks for a moment. "I don't know how to translate it," she says at last.

"What was your mother like?" he implores, tugging onto this thread of her old life with desperation.

Amihan puts her free fingers to her lips as if considering answering. She decides, and nods to herself. "She was young. Older than us, but young. She was tired and gentle and cold." She looks like she wants to say more, but hesitates. Cassiel almost speaks but stifles the words in fear of it scaring Amihan away from her own. This fear is realized when she continues. "She was unlike anyone I have ever met in my life."

She considers once more, dragging the heel of one foot along the mud on the shore of the freshwater, pressing the wet soil into the running stream. "I think I know how to translate it," she decides. "She told me that everything returned to The Earth. The ground would soak it up, every little bit of it, and it happened to all of us. One day I will be dirt," and finally she meets his eyes. "One day you will be dirt.

"And it will be beautiful. We will be soil and flowers. We will be rocks and water. We will be fish. We will not go to heaven, and we won't care, because we won't even know there is one."

"That does sound beautiful," Cassiel admits and he means it. He means it more than he's ever meant anything, he thinks.

Amihan uses the fingers that aren't intertwined in Cassiel's to hook onto the lips of the shoes she's slipped off. She leans in quick, and kisses him on the cheek, then stands up and smiles. His cheeks run hot and his blood runs even hotter. Suddenly he knows what this feeling is.

"Meet me back at home, okay? I'll start on supper." As she says this, Cassiel realizes with a start that the sun has begun to brush the horizon. However, his head is too clouded with clarity to truly care at all.

Before he can pack it into that dreadful box, Amihan is already gone, leaving him with the sour taste of the word love bitter on his lips.

[aqtwocgringersblogs]

Unexpected comeback

-heluu hahahhaahahhahahahaaha sana, maging fine pa rin yung magiging future alyanah sa future hahahaha ngayon kasi medyo napapaisip ako na ang tanga ko noon, pero naiintindihan ko naman ah kasi syempre 'yan yung mga napagdaanan ko noon at ang hirap-hirap nun. but anyways, balik tayo sa main goal ko hahahahahaaha gusto ko kasing ikuwento yung mga nangyari sa'kin so far this year (2024).

nagkagusto ako sa teacher. at kung natatawa ka (future alyanah) fuck you so much! edi sana bumalik ka ngayon dito para sabihin kung ano'ng dapat kong gawin ahagaagahha joke lang. well actually, 2 teachers yung nagustuhan ko hehe (sana tanda mo pa). si ma'am burgos, ang best na naging crush ko sa mga teacher hahahahahaa nagustuhan ko siya no'ng Nov 30, 2023 to March #, 2024. nag-ibang bansa na siya no'ng july :( sobrang grabi yung dinulot sa'kin non. umiyak ako no'ng time na nalaman ko at ngayon (lately), nagrrelapse na lang ako bigla (even sa school). tapos, si maam cloa naman, nagustuhan ko naman siya nung mga april march din hahhahaaha basta pagkalapag lang ng second sem, ayun na. ang lately rin naman, bigla kong naging goal is grumaduate sa UP or sa PLM and in the future kapag nagstart na ako ng career, hahanapin ko si maam c. siya ang pipiliin ko. kung hindi man, edi 'wag na lang hahahahahaha hindi ko rin naman talaaga planong magkaron ng ka-in relationship whahaahahahhhhhaaahaau kaso mga pre, medyo delikado rin ako rito kay binibining melgar. baka siya na ang sumunod. chariz haahahhahhhhahahahaaha 'wag naman ho plsssssssssssss

[artemicia]

Nakita ko yung trailer nung Love Child, sinend ko kaagad sa kapatid ko saka sa jowa niya, sabi ko manood kami no’n tapos kaniya-kaniya kakong dala ng isang roll ng tissue.

Young couple sila tapos yung anak nila may ASD, so parang kasama rin siguro sa movie yung challenges ng pagkakaroon ng anak na may autism.

Kapag nakakapanood ako ng mga ganon, doon talaga ako naiiyak. Kasi hindi pala ko nag-iisa.

Simula’t sapul naman hindi ako nalungkot o nanlumo sa kondisyon ni Harvey. Ang lagi kong nasa isip, hindi siya ibibigay sa amin kung hindi namin kaya na mag-asawa, kaya hindi ako masyadong naapektuhan.

Siguro ang medyo malungkot lang para sakin eh yung hindi ko siya agad mapapasok sa regular school hangga’t hindi kami nabibigyan ng go signal ng developmental pedia ni Harvey. Last assessment namin, kailangan pa rin niya mag-OT para mahabol namin siya sa regular school.

Tapos napansin din ng developmental pedia yung mga reaction ni Harvey, ang di ko makakalimutang comment niya eh yung hindi nagta-tantrums si Harvey kapag pinagsabihan siya ng “no”, ibig sabihin daw bunga yon ng hindi namin siya pinapalo at sabi niya nga eh “that’s good.”

Proud ako sa moment na yon kasi yon talaga isa sa mga gusto kong hindi na madala sa anak ko, bilang lumaki ako sa palo at masasakit na salita. Yon talaga yung ipinangako ko sa sarili ko eh, na hindi ko sasaktan yung anak ko dahil lang sa wala akong pasensya, dahil sa makulit siya, o dahil sa nakadisgrasya siya ng gamit, o kung ano pa man.

Pero di rin naman ako perpekto, minsan ko na rin siyang napalo. Pero pina-practice ko yung mag-sorry ako agad sa kaniya dahil nadala ako ng kahinaan ko. Di ko kasi narinig din sa nanay ko yon, na magso-sorry siya kasi nasaktan ako, pisikal man o verbal. Kaya lagi akong nagso-sorry kay Harvey kapag napapagalitan ko siya saka sa minsanang napalo ko siya.

Nakakatawa man pakinggan pero hindi ako magiging dragon katulad ng nanay ko pagdating sa pagpapalaki ng anak. Gusto ko maramdaman ni Harvey sa araw-araw na mahal na mahal siya ng nanay niya.

[shoodleynoodle]

Ang hirap mabuhay as a mediocre gurlie, ano? Di ko alam. Napepressure talaga ako sa graduation kaya ayoko rin muna pagusapan at pagplanuhan mga dapat gawin o dapat suotin o pwedeng kainan sa graduation kase feeling ko lagi eh talking about it will make it true. Ahahaha. Super dinedread ko talaga graduation as a gurliepop na walang ibang alam gawin kundi mag go with the flow at magcomply sa dinedemand ng sitwasyon aka requirements sa school para pumasa. Ahahaha. Wala pa rin kase akong plano para sa sarili ko saka career-wise at sobrang naaanxious ako kase pakiramdam ko ang lapit lapit na ng future. Wala namang nampepressure sakin, siguro internal pressure talaga dahil halos lahat ng classmates ko nakapagapply na for work tapos ako wala pa ring plano. Sabi rin ng parents ko magpahinga raw muna ako for a few months kase after non forever na ako magtatrabaho. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero nahihiya rin naman akong maging tambay lang kahit ilang buwan lang naman??? Siguro di rin kase talaga ako sanay maging super dependent sakanila. Dati kase may rason naman para bigyan nila ako ng allowance since may pasok at nakadorm ako pero kahit non, hindi naman kase ako mahingi sa kanila sa kahit anong aspect. Eh ngayon parang ang off for me na hahayaan lang nila ako dito sa bahay at bibigyan ng allowance for being unemployed???? Hindi ba ako freeloader nun??? Huhuhu. Di ko alam.

Ang gulo gulo talaga ng everything for me right now pero wala pa rin naman akong energy para solusyonan yung mga problema ko kaya iseset aside ko na lang muna sila. Ahaha. Ang panget panget talaga ng coping mechanism ko for everything, laging napupunta sa avoidance, mahahalata mo talagang nonconfrontational ako eh. Ahahaha.

Saka isa pa sa kinakakaba ko para sa graduation eh yung makita yung mga kaklase ko. Admittedly naman kasi, di ko talaga sila kaclose na as in close. Tapos yung circle of friends ko rin, nasira. Tapos feeling ko kahit di ko naman kaclose yung classmates ko, alam na nila lahat ng issue kase naging scattered yung members nung dati kong friend group. Di naman sa inooverthink ko lahat pero kase apakaobvious naman na may something off samin nung iba kong friends. Lalo na nung dati kong bff, nalaman na ata ng halos lahat na di na kami friends at di ko alam kung pano nila nalaman. Shookt talaga ako nung may nagconfront sakin about don, di ko alam pano sasagot eh. Ahahahaha. Ang dami dami kase talaga unexpected na nangyari, dahil na rin siguro sa pandemic. Pero ayon, kahit okay at civil naman kami nung majority nung nasa dati kong friend group, feeling ko magiging awkward pa rin the day itself kase first time uli namin magkikita lahat after everything.

Di ko na rin alam ano mararamdaman ko, tbh. Halo-halong kaba, anxiousness, lungkot, saya in some way, atsaka takot. Ayoko na talagaaaa. Di ko na alam gagawin ko sa near futureeeee. Ahahaha. Bahala na si batman.

[inarizakits]

How does hidalgo deal or interact with his crush who's an introvert?

for hidalgo, it was a bit of a challenge at first, since you didn't like socializing, and you avoided socializing with your classmates, despite being with them for a month now.

but fortunately, he always gets grouped in with you whenever there's a group project, or anything.

author's note : second year ( hs ) hidalgo !! rushed, hahahaha ewan ko kung mag c-comeback pa ba si sakristan!hidalgo hahahahaahahah KIMI

whenever he gets grouped together with you, he tries to talk to you, asking you some questions about the group project, and sometimes asking what are your hobbies.

but he's careful when he talks to you, he tries not to bother or creep you out because he basically knows that you avoid socializing everytime you can.

he'll take every step slowly, man's very afraid to make you uncomfortable.

but eventually, you both grow close to each other. and you were comfortable talking with him about anything.

it took him half a year to confess, or he probably confessed to you when it was the last day of school ( he's torpe okay?!?! he was struggling to tell u 😭😭 ) bc he thought it'd be a good idea, since di ka naman na n'ya magiging classmate next school year

little did he know, when he turned 3rd year hs, you're his classmate, again.

“ naneto, nag confess sa last day of school. kung nag confess ka agad, siguro tayo na. ” his eyes widened in surprise, because of your bluntness.

[whooolaanmo]

pagsisilbihan kita ✨️.

May kinikilig na babae sa isang tabi 🤣😅.

🙋🏻‍♀️ : kain na tayo tapos na ako dito luto na.

D : sweet naman nagluto talaga ng dinner kikiligin ba ako 😊?

🙋🏻‍♀️ : kinikilig ka na nga sus! kumain ka madami mamimiss mo to pag balik mo Canada.

D : pagbalik ko Canada, mas mamimiss ko yung nagluto, ayyiiieee! kiligin ka naman, smile dali gusto ko nakikita yung parang dimple mo dito ( pointing sa medyo baba ng mata ko ).

🙋🏻‍♀️ : 🤣🤣🤣 ayoko nga mag joke ka muna, ikaw yung kitang kita ang dimples dyan sa malapit sa lips mo.

D : parang sira 🤨 mag smile lang dali na kasi.

🙋🏻‍♀️ : maiba tayo, mag smile ako mamaya, bakit nung HS hindi tayo masyado nagkakapansinan?

D : hello!! di ba 3rd year lang kami nung lumipat ni E ( kapatid nya kakambal ) sa school shy type 🤣🤣🤣, pero nagkakangitian naman tayo, kasi ikaw napaka friendly mo nga bawat section may tropa ka, sa room namin si Arianna, Carmee, Lana, Elliana, Marion, Averose, Mich pati sa mga lalaki kay na Dj, Lou, Allen, Wesley, Joshnel, Miggy, famous ka kasi famous section nyo.

dami usap... sinusulit lang yung time, tbh nasa stage kami ng landian tas napag usapan na din namin na kung magiging kami challenging kasi ldr Canada Pinas mag work kung mag work kung hindi ay hindi basta maging honest lang sa nararamdaman talaga.

Feb. 26, 2024 08:30 pm

[dragonedged-if]

15 Tags, 15 Mutuals

I wanna thank you @smzeszikorova for tagging me, also I want to apologize for those who is tagging me and not being able to answer.

For now free tag who wants to join, I'm running late for school lol.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Somewhat yes, My first name is a title; Chancellor, My family is into titles. For example we have; Princess, Duchess, Contessa, Duke.

Yup all titles in the fam lol.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday but I was crying in laughter because I watching a comedy movie.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, but I consider my pups and doggy my kids.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Yup and a lot actually, in tagalog we call that person a “philosopo”.

For example we have a saying in tagalog; Matigas ang ulo mo(You’re so hard headed)

Then we children we will reply; Alangan meron bang malambot na ulu(Well duh? is there a head soft?)

Here's another one and one of my favorite.

Children: Ang init!(It's cold)

Parent: Eh ditangalin mo jacket mo(Then remove your jacket!)

Children: Magiging malamig naman(Then Its gonna be freezing cold)

Then the paretns will whoop the chid's ass lol.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

For me a lot of things because I tend to stay quiet and observe the people around me, I will notice the way they speak, their mannerisms, attitude and etc.

6. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I like both if possible because I found very cliché’ that in every horror movie that the evil is still alive and the end credits will roll in.

8. Any special talents?

Writing, a good listener , improviser, a confident speaker.

9. Where were you born?

Batangas City, Philippines

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, listening to music, playing chess, reading, playing video games.

11. Have you any pets?

Yup, 1 mother and 4 rascals pups :)

I named my 4 pups using my favorite ice cream flavors.

Choco, Vanilla, Mocha, Cream(Shortcut for Cookies&Cream)

12. What sports do you play/have played?

A lot actually, badminton, volleyball, basketball, dodgeball and others but I like badminton the most.

13. How tall are you?

I think either 5'6 or 5'7

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, Literature, a bit of science but most of all Social Studies.

15. Dream job?

Finish Medicine and apply for cardiologist.

But the job I’m aiming for is making my parents happy :)

[nice2meetyouu]

Summary: Lots of drama.

"Akala mo kung sino, wala namang napatunayan."

Sabi ng nanay ko sometime noong college ako.

'Di ko na maalala bakit. Probably hindi ko nahugasan AGAD 'yung pinagkainan or hindi ako AGAD nakauwi sa bahay. Or something na related sa gawaing-bahay.

'Di ko naman usually iniisip 'yung mga nangyari pero pag may isang trigger, parang mabubuksan 'yung pandora's box na naglalaman ng karamihan sa mga sinabi ng nanay ko mula noon.

I'm so tired.

Natatawa ako, noong release ng PLE results, naiiyak pa 'yung ibang kamag-anak namin, proud na proud.

Mas natutuwa pa 'yung ibang tao sa akin, mas naaappreciate pa nila ako. Siguro kasi hindi nila ako kasama sa bahay. I've always felt na mahirap akong kasama sa bahay or sa buhay. Akala mo ang tamad-tamad kong tao.

Akala mo, salot sa lipunan.

Sa school, ospital, at sa inaaplyan kong kung anu-ano, madalas na lang akong nasasabihang kulang sa confidence. Paano magiging confident kung mula noon lagi namang may nangda-down sa 'yo?

"Ampangit ng gawa mo!"

Sabi ng nanay ko noong grade 5 ako.

Marami pang iba. Pangit mukha ko, tigas ng katawan, 'di marunong kumanta... lahat na lang ng pwedeng ibato.

Graduation na lang noong high school, pinupuntirya pa niya 'yung isang particular na grade ko sa ibang subject. Umiyak ako nang sobrang tagal no'n, sa harap ng mga kamag-anak namin na pumunta para maki-celebrate. Sabi niya, "Ano bang iniiyak-iyak mo? Nakakahiya ka!"

Bakit, may iba bang graduate ng science high school sa pamilya? May iba bang nag-aral sa UP dito? Wala.

Sana enough proof ng grit, sipag, at tiyaga 'yang academic achievements at extra-curricular activities ko sa buhay. Pero wala lang 'yan lahat sa harap ng mga gawaing-bahay na hindi ko nagawa o nagagawa.

Maraming beses, gusto ko na lang mamatay, mawala na sa earth, para hindi na masakit, para hindi na ako mamroblema. Kasi sobrang daming sinasabing kung anu-ano ng a certain someone sa tuwing may aberya.

"Akala mo nakakatuwa ka?"

Tingin mo ba, clown ako? Nag-eexist para matuwa ka?

Bukas nyan, hindi nanaman kami magpapansinan.

'Yung nanay ng friend ko, gusto raw akong i-adopt. Hahaha. Siguro joke lang 'yon pero nakinood pa nga sila ng graduation eh. Every milestone nakiki-celebrate. Maki-rent na lang kaya ako sa bahay nila? Baka may isa pang pinto.

Pero siguro next year, makakahanap na rin talaga ako ng lilipatan.

[misterkiddo]

Yes it's definitely you.

You'll be my valentines this February 14, 2023 and for future years. Thank you for everything hubby. I know law school is difficult and I understand our struggles as I am currently taking my MBA... BUT, I will promise to support your studies and work and at the same time to work our relationship. You can count on me hubby.

I will stand right here, at the back of yours to fully support you on your studies po. Don't worry dadating talaga yung time na magiging busy tayo at magiging tight yung schedule natin para sa isa't isa but we will always make sure to find our ways to work things out. See you sa 14th hubby. I love you! Let's focus for now and support one another. Then after mareach natin yung goals natin. Time will always find a way para sa hubby time.

Feel free to discuss things if it our setup doesn't suit your schedule. Walang problema yan hubby. Nandito lang ako palagi. Goodluck sa law school.

Love,

Hubby. :)