#pick up lines Tagalog sweet

[lenasprouts-words]

olderbrother!skz headcanons :3

gn!reader with a scenerio w menstruation in changbin’s! maknae line

i want an older brother… anyways

bang chan

oh ho ho you KNOW hes gonna be super duper protective of u

like nuh uh the kids can NOT meet you

but u still get to hang out w maknae + jin line (closer to their age)

age gap is like three years or smth so

his parents adopted you when he was four and u were one

movie nights every weekend frfr

or atleast movie nights on call

and whenever you got tea, he’s on the ready

best best advice, like, ever

sometimes you wonder if this is his nineteenth life or smth

so wise

you painted a mug for him once

no one is allowed to touch it

it has its place in the gym bros’ dorm

sometimes picks you up and runs when your talking to someone

and if you ignore him he’ll start cuddling up to you

’channie get tf away go annoy seungmin or whatever im studying’

gives you nicknames like ‘buggy bear’ and ‘baby duck’

makes you learn languages with him

when he learned ikaw for manila, ph concert he showed you first

bc he knows you like listening to tagalog

he has videos of you singing and falls asleep to it when he gets homesick

lets you listen to his unreleased songs and tracks on his laptop

you got to make one that one time at home too

you send little messages to him thru out the day

and scold him when he’s up working

you know bc he gave you his location

you bought his bubble and constantly tease him

when he comes home he takes you and berry to the aquarium

he picks you up and spins you when yall hug

its the funnest thing ever

will not hesitate to bring up that time you ate hamster poop thinking it was choco chips

lee know

okay he’d be really scary to your friends but like a cat around you

your age gap b like, one or two years

he annoys you about anything

crushes, enemies, good animes or mangas

stuff like that

in turn you bug him about the members

’whats jisung like when hes sick’ ‘oh do you know innie’s plans are tomorrow’

he finds your hyunjin pc collection and blows your phone up

but his hugs are so nice and warm

he holds you by the shoulders and his hands go down your back

eventually he starts tickling you

but you use the self defense moves he’s been teaching you

one of your middle school friends had a crush on him

they were flabbergasted when you walked home together

buys you things that remind you of him

and leaves it on your window sill/table/bed

his favorite hoodie is the bunny w the middle finger bc you gave it to him

makes your lunch for you and leaves slightly passive aggressive notes in them, still sweet tho

although once you got a note that said

’give me back my hoodie or i’ll shove a water bottle up your asshole. xoxo lino hyung’ that was for jisung

once decided to pick you up from work to get sushi

your coworkers were like

’wow i didnt know they had a boyfriend’

you cried laughing hearing that and so did min

teased you about the fanfic you wrote when you were thirteen

and you tease him about the 2PM shrine he had

obviously you both r cat ppl

so he takes you to cat cafe dates all the time

insists on paying and saying you’ll pay next time

sends random ass pics on tour all the time

changbin

he absolutely cherishes you

like holds you up like a trophy infront of his friends all the time

youre two-three years apart from each other

he loves loves giving you piggy back rides

also loves squeezing the life out of you

youre the one he goes to when he buys something

and he’s the one you go to for relationship advice

once you took him to an amusement park

your camera roll was full of blackmail

tens of millions of inside jokes

one of the kids will fix their hair and you’ll both burst out laughing

bc once changbin ran into a pole fixing his hair

your ultimate group is newjeans so you went to a fansign

and got bin a signed teddybear

he cried when you gave it

he constantly tells you to be safe

when your going somewhere

’bye baby cub (nickname lol), be safe have fun love ya!’

when you need a little pick me up

he comes to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and his laptop

your emergency contact

one of your friends has to text him and he gets super suspicious

’cub who tf is this? why were they texting me?’

almost started a whole ass fight

its okay tho he apologized and bought chocolate

constantly tells you to go to bed early bc he doesn’t want you to ‘become like channie-hyung’

will run to get you what you need

if you got your period and arent prepared he’ll know

just sprints to the nearest cvs

even cleans up your nasty bedsheets bc u leaked

’oh dont worry cub i can handle it’

your on his close friends list on instagram

most times its just dedications to you that he puts on his story

hyunjin

his day one frfr

like your only a year apart so your tight asf

his hugs will be gentle but so warm

bear hugs>>>>

his huge ass hands will totally go around your neck for comfort

he also digs his face into your shoulder

he paints many things for you

like he’ll also give you his unfinished projects when he’s sick of them

shines when you compliment him

teaches you choreos and lets you make up some

dyes your hair often too

spa nights where its just the two of you with a movie of your choice in the bg

those are the days where you can just. let go

tea gets spilt. i mean like, you know absolutely everything abt the other atp

spontaneous karoake nights

he gets worried when you drink tho

’noooo what if you fall on your face and then it gets ruined!!’

when he’s tired or down tho

one of the members text you and you come over with your comfort box you packed for these situations

face masks, iced americanos, watermelons, fluffy blankets, llama eye masks for sleeping, an air purifier, room spray, and a huge hoodie and sweatpants/shorts bc he probs did NOT shower in his funk

when he goes home you take walks together and catch up

also you just. really like smelling his room

it smells like flowers and the perfume your late grandfather used

gifts you things from versace

his favorite colors are black and white; yours are brown and grey

picture wall of polaroids w photos u took together

you stream his music 24/7

he writes sad sad songs abt missing you

worse than hannie and his break up songs 😭

working on the maknae line!

[haruchi-slit]

POLAROIDS

MINORS DNI

Author's note: hi,hi,hello! Hope you enjoy my ff and get ready for the heavy smuts ahead please be cautious while reading this. And if you're not comfortable reading heavy detailed smuts well this is not for you darling and "y/n" is  half Pilipino half Japanese so she would be speaking some Tagalog words but don't worry some grammatical errors ahead  :3

A ringtone was heard across y/n's condo,she picked up the phone and answered it a cold raspy voice was heard over the other line of the phone.

"Hey y/n come over at the hideout, Sanzu caught some traitors"

"I JUST CAME HOME FROM MY PHOTOSHOOT!"

"We need you here." It turns out it was Mikey

"Putangina oo na!" (fuck fine) y/n said from the exhaustion

Y/n hangs up and rushed to the hideout

When she got there she saw sanzu pointing a gun towards the three men sanzu faced her and smiled at her lovingly and utter flirty words like.

"Heyyy,my lovely darling" and blew a kiss towards her.

"The fuck?" She said and dodged the kiss which made Sanzu disappointed.

"So Mikey their the traitors?" Y/n said

"Yeah" Mikey said while munching his Dorayaki.

"But,why do you need me here? Is it  Something important? Y/n said.

"Of course it's "something" important"

Mikey said.

"Tell me" y/n said and yawned.

"Aight we need you to make the traitor spit what's their intentions and who sent them" Mikey said.

"Fine,fine" you walked towards the traitors and stand next to sanzu, you reached out your cocaine in your pocket a bitter and sweet taste stung your touge making you high and turned on. You grabbed a knife and and leaned towards the  traitor.

"Who sent you love?" She said as the drug hit her.

"I'm not going to tell you" the traitor said.

"So you want the hard way huh?" You pulled away and grabbed a scalpel and tear the traitors shirt "I'll make your death slowly and painfully so if you wanna live..you should spill your words love"

Dang I wish she can call me love,Sanzu taught in his head

"So who sent you?" She asked again "No." She draws the scalpel to the traitors abdomen and draw a dick

"Ahh you bitch" the traitor shouted

"I know I am love." She said "who sent you?" She asked again this time she's completely getting impatient and again she earned a word "No." So she

Draws the scalpel to the traitors cock

And stabbed it "spill your words sweetie" "AHHGHHK" the traitor shouted in agony and completely in horror "FUCK FUCK OK ILL SPILL THEM" the traitor can barely form a word from the pain "we're cops the three of us,we're cops we're sent to investigate and arrest y'all,we were sent by the chief." Y/n burst out of laughter "what do you mean arrest us? HAHAHAHAHHAHA PUTA KA  GAGO MO (YOU ARE A WHORE SILLY) three cops ain't enough,Mikey my jobs done here"

"K" Mikey said

You heard gunshots while you walked away.

(I recommend listening Heaven and back by Chase Atlantic  while reading :3)

You left the scene  and walked towards your room you flooped your self to the bed and took some cocaine again and saw a man's figure leaning to your door frame you're high so you can't even care and give a shit "I probably shouldn't took cocaine fuck!" You exclaimed "awh don't worry love" the voice echoed across your room and as you guessed it was Sanzu Bontens no.2 "tangina nuginagawa mo Dito hinayupak ka?" (The fuck are you doing here you animal?)  "Huh?" Sanzu asked not understanding the words that came out of you mouth "nothing you horny bastard! Now get tf outta my room"

"What if no?" He locked the door and  walked towards you... closer and, closer to you until his on top of you

"I can't take this anymore darling I need you, I want you, I crave you." He said as you feel his erection bulging to your entrance "HOI TANGINA MO VIRGIN PA KO GAGO KA" ( HOI FUCK YOU IM STILL A VIRGIN YOU WHORE)

You exclaimed blushing and denying him you tried to push him but you're to high to keep up so there's no escape a mean while you found your self sucking him "ohh yess..fuck your good at this baby" you saw him bitting his bottom lip and you spat on his dick making it more sloppy and lubricated he moaned softly you teased him a little making him more tuned on he saw a camera beside your bed he took a photo of you sucking him "look at the famous model Y/n" he took the polaroid and showed it to you "you still look so gorgeous even tho your a mess right-" you cut him off by kissing him deeply and roughly "manahimik ka"(shut up) "huh" he said "I said shut up" he obeyed you. You guided him to your bed and pushed him you took a cocaine from your drawer making you much high than before "I like the view up here you pathetic manwhore" you said he stared at you blushing wanting more of you he craves you to be honest you lit a cigarette and started puffing smoke you blow a smoke in Sanzu's mouth even tho it hurts he still kissed back when you pulled away he coughed after your done smoking you pressed the lit cigarette on his neck leaving your mark "hmff hgn" he softly muttered you took off his pants and this his erected member you took the camera and took a picture of you and him you posing with a peace while his  hard "awhh,look lovee" he tried to get the picture from you but failed cause you touched his dick making him whimper I'm not this sensitive before but what the fuck happened? he said to himself you rubbed his dick back and forth but of course teasing him till he goes crazy "mmhh hngg.. y/n fuckk!" You softly bit his dick "o-ouch" he said "watch your language Haruchiyo and it's not "y/n" call me

My queen"  "Y-yes my Queen"

"Now shut up be quiet for your queen we don't want anyone to hear us do you?" you said he nodded in response you continued to suck and tease him and you feel his 9 inches cock is about to cum cause you tastd a pre cum and it's sweet "don't cum until I say so darling" you said "b-but how? Hghh ugh I'm about to ahh" he said "just don't until I say so understand?" You said "Yes mhgh my Queen" you stopped sucking him and opened your  legs for him signaling him to give you cunnilingus "come here and give your queen great pleasure" he crawled to you like a puppy and started to lick your pretty pink

Folds he started slow but eventually he pick up a speed making you arched your back and hold his hair tightly you pressed you pussy more towards his face making you squirm in pleasure "OMG YESS FUCK" you moaned loudly "yeah yes that's the spot" he slid his tongue in your pussy and put two fingers in you making you arched your back again "Fuck you're so good at this oh oh my I'm about to ahh shit" you squirted on his face "your so sweet my Queen" you saw his dick being really erected and needy and there's a pre cum dripping from it "now cause your a really goodd servant I'll give you a prize you sat on top of him and spat on your fingers and put it in your pussy making it more wetter you lowered your pussy to his dick "MGHH HGNN" he moaned loudly you slammed your pussy to his dick "OH FUCK IT HURTS" He saw a drip of blood from your pussy "so my lovely Queen is really a virgin" he teasingly said "TANGINA MO" (fuck you) he just chuckled even tho he didn't know what that means you waited for your pussy to adjust cause of the size of his dick "does my Queen needs help?" He teasingly said

"No." You said you pinned his hands on the headboad of the bed and strated fucking him hard your tits bouncing aggressively as you pound your pussy to his massive dick you can hear him whimper softly "your so tight My Queen mhmm hghhh ugh"

You didn't respond you fucked him with no remorse you felt his dick twitched so you know his close you teased him by moving slowly "move faster y/n" he said "I don't accept commands my dear but I do accept pleas" you said  "mffmmg My Q-queen please move faster" "hmm that's more ah ughh-ugh like it" you moved a little faster and in a circular motion making his mind go blank cause of the pleasure his getting from you " I'm about to cum darling" you said to him

He nodded in response he was about to cum soon too he came first and you followed he "HHMM UGHH HGHH" he moaned loudly "oh fuck!" You said

"I want more y/n" " do I have to repeat my self? Didn't I said earlier I don't accept commands but I do accept pleas" you put his dick into your pussy he moaned softly again he squirmed underneath you feeling that his about to come again "My Queen mhmm i-im about to ugh come can I cum inside you?" He said with his blue orbs meeting your eyes he looks so hot and a mess right now but oh my you said to your self  "yes you can my love I'm close to let's cum together" you said you both reached you climaxed and sanzu passed out and so did you the next morning you two wake up and your completely clues less because of the effects of the drug then sanzu told you what happened and he said you two fuck you didn't believed at first but he gave you the polaroids "here's the proofs love" Sanzu said smiling brightly at you "now your mine and only mine" he added you we're shocked as fuck he hugged you and started to roam his slender fingers around you he puts his two fingers in you making you arched your back again "is my Queen in pleasure?" He teased once again  "ughh hghhh ughhh wait ughhh we just fucked last night!" Then your phone started to ring it's your manager from the modeling agency "oh no no no" he gaved yo the phone and you answered it "h-hey hmg mahiko? Why are you calling?" He pounded his dick in you and started to fuck you harder and faster making you squirm you held you moans back because mahiko might hear you moaning "nothing just checking on my best friend of course!" Mahiko said "ohh yeah I'm f-fine ugh Mahiko"

Sanzu teased you more making you shout "UHGG" "OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK?" Mahiko said "Ugh Y-yes I'm ok I'll call you back later"  you both climaxed you two showered cause you two stink

After you two shower together you dressed up,once you two get out of the room ran,rindou and kakucho is staring at you two and they look pale as paper "What happed the three of you?" You said "guess" ran said "huh" sanzu said "YOU WERE MOANING SO LOUD LAST NIGHT THAT WE DIDN'T GET ANY SLEEP YOU FUCKERS!"

Rindou shouted at the two of you you two looked at each other and blushed

"What do you mean moaning?" Sanzu gaslight them "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LITTLE DRUG ADDICT!"

______________________________________

The end

Thank you ♡♡

Almost 2000 words BWHAHHA

[mspi]

OMG he has an accent?

What Laurie achieved is tough as heck. When I'm in Hindi mode and someone snaps me out of it, the accent comes with. Same as Japanese and a few Philippine dialects. The Spanish accent comes out as required at taquerias & food trucks.

Thinking it's probably a good thing s physical therapist didn't get the time to test my Yiddish + Russian and take me to the Ukraine to meet his family. That would've definitely been an awkward gathering.

♂️ Mom Dad, this is my friend from the States and we have so much in common. She even graduated from my high school.

💁‍♀️ Arson is wonderful, you've done a good job with raising such a thoughtful young man.

♂️ Pops don't embarrass me. I worked so hard for the family to get to know her. Don't worry about speaking Russian. She's good at picking up new languages.

👵 eto pravda

🤷‍♀️ mozhet byt'

👩‍💻 believe i passed the "good friends" scan. alright more like good person by switching languages to Hindi to help ease a patient with alzheimer's and delusions. it's a couple of physical therapists who doubted my switching languages like i did because they saw I understood Tagalog & Spanish.

their 🌍 shook when they heard me respond to one of their jokes in Yiddish. let em know about childhood friends and how handy being an introvert can be. all ears 👂👂, oh i don't do it for the gossip. sometimes it's to protect myself.

that last line sounds kinda creepy but true around my 🏡 growing up. only wanted to let y'all know i'm not doing it for fun. i've only been sent to one conference in las vegas to return my findings to the company sweet enough to get me there via business class and didn't skimp on a top suite. the only tough part would be keeping to the nda if i brought others in the same industry over.

🤔 that could've been that quicker way. have them spill the tea first. 🛑 it's not as if i can pick people from a number of halls to come over and freely talk about the expo we just escaped.

no worries i only brought people over who were hockey fans. we weren't drinking and they were no where close to cyber security anything.

-- dnagirl

24.12.2023

[thegreatmaninternational]

The first part of Best Pick Up Lines Para Kay Crush is a pick up lines Tagalog pang asar for a young lady. Another young lady response a pick up lines Tagalog but it turn out not good. So, another boy tried it his cheesy pick up lines and he nailed it. Afterward, funny pick up lines, romantic pick up lines Tagalog and pick up lines Tagalog sweet are been thrown on air.

The next part of Best Pick Up Lines Para Kay Crush is somehow similar to the romantic pick up lines Tagalog we've featured many week ago but it is still one of the best pick up lines. We also include similar cute pick up lines and smooth pick up lines and unbelievably it turn out like one of a clever pick up lines.

The last part of Best Pick Up Lines Para Kay Crush is pick up lines for tinder that really turn out well and surprisingly became pick up lines Tagalog funny. We also had fun featuring this tinder pick up lines intended for your crush. All in all, I would say it is one of the best pick up lines ever and will make you kilig.

[mysme-cutie]

Pick up Lines

[ugh-tsumu]

[ haikyuu ]

I write for Haikyuu occasionally

fic series

-> Coming Home to You (benxben x haikyuu)

Compilation of Haikyuu short fics that are mainly inspired by some of my favorite Ben&Ben's songs.

smaus.

-> Your conversation with Haikyuu boys but it's actually mine and Crisandrea's (Haikyuu Filo!AU) part 1. part 2.

-> Haikyuu boys as my professors in our online classes (Filo!Haikyuu)

-> Isaw is not essential (Osamu x reader)

-> Some of my precious boys reacting to your typo (written in Filipino)

-> Sending your haikyuu s/o a corny/suggestive pick up line (written in Filipino)

-> POV: Magkatabi kayo ni Atsumu sa jeep tapos sumisilip ka sa cellphone niya

-> POV: You have an online shop at Instagram then Kuroo inquired for your new arrival shirts.

-> DOING THE HEART CHALLENGE WITH HAIKYUU BOYS (written in FILIPINO). Part 1,

-> My Omegle conversations but it's yours and a Haikyuu character (Filo!Haikyuu)

-> random

-> The moment you realized na ibang level siya sa 'yo.

-> POV: Sinubukan ni Oikawa 'yung Tagalog manifesting audio sa Tiktok

-> POV: Crush mo si Ushi pero medyo dense

-> POV: Jowa mo si Terushima Yūji

-> POV: May crush sa 'yo ang kapatid ng bestfriend mo (mas bata ng 5 years) pero di mo pinapatulan kasi hindi ka naman nagmana kay Coco Martin

-> POV: You're co-parenting your baby doggo with your ex-boyfriend volleyball athlete (Ushijima Wakatoshi)

-> POV: Younger sibling ka ni Terushima Yūji

-> POV: Kuya mo ang jowa ko (Kuroo)

-> POV: Kuya Kenma mo naulol na sa comp games niya

-> You and your Haikyuu s/o but using my father and mother's convo (written in Filipino)

-> POV: Your Kuya Ushijima has a corporate tone (written in Filipino)

-> multi chaptered smaus (filo)

Jejemon

Conyo

Mafia Game

Stupid Love

Sweets (Switch)

Be My Mistake

spur of the moment.

Random drabbles I thought of at any time of the day

-> Atsumu & Osamu

11:25, 11:33, 12:45, 6:22, 9:49, 3:03,

-> Matsukawa

8:54,

-> Lev

5:32

-> Kita

4:36,

-> Kenma

10:45,

-> Oikawa

11:37, 5:35, 1:28, 1:43, 11:18, 8:34 (smut),

-> Kuroo

12:58, 2:50,

headcanons.

-> Kuroo and Oikawa crushing on you

-> Haikyuu boys as anak ng teachers ng school niyo - karasuno ed. (Tagalog)

-> Haikyuu schools and their (volley player) representatives for an interschool quiz bee competition (filo!Haikyuu au). Part 1,

-> Mga pormahan ng Haikyuu vb captain boys nung 2010 (Filo). Part 1,

-> Seijoh 4 as mga Sang'gre (Encantadia!au)

-> My Omegle conversations but it's yours and a Haikyuu character (Filo!Haikyuu)

-> Haikyuu boys and their main Mobile Legends hero (Filo!Haikyuu)

-> HAIKYUU BOYS AS LEADING MEN ON CLICHÉ WATTPAD PLOTS (Filo) - Bokuto & Atsumu, Tsukishima

-> Haikyuu boys as Andres Bonifacio's letter to Oryang for you (Filipino!Haikyuu)

-> HAIKYUU BOYS AS A PARENT: Preparing your school lunch (Filo)

-> Dating a Haikyuu member who is still not over with their previous lover.

-> What I think some of the Haikyuu boys' first 'I love you' goes like

-> Haikyuu boys at ang paboritong luto nila ng cornbeef.

-> KUROO, BOKUTO, OIKAWA, AND KENMA AS YOUR SUKI IN YOUR SARI-SARI STORE (Filipino Haikyuu AU)

-> HINATA, SUGAMAMA, ASAHI, AND KAGEYAMA AS YOUR SUKI IN YOUR SARI-SARI STORE (Filipino Haikyuu AU)

-> HAND AESTHETIC (CRACK) W/ HAIKYUU BOYS (WRITTEN IN FILO)

self ships.

-> oikawa finds my eyes pReTtY

multi-chap fics.

-> The Interview (the school paper, the all star athlete, and the assistant sports writer) - Oikawa

-> Tambay (Atsumu x gn SC Presisent!y/n)

Presenting to you the passive aggressive tension between the School Council President and the...piss-haired na pasaway

Tambay, Prom, Feeding Program, Intrams part 1, Intrams part 2, Intrams part 3, Corona, Jeepney, Pechay,

one shots.

-> broken glass, crying kiss, running water (oikawa)

-> Osamu angst bc I'm in the mood for pain and so should you

[bentforkent]

earth-shattering, red roses

penelope garcia x gender neutral!reader

a/n: here is my very hesitant, very obscure, and very late submission for @veraiconcos​ fic challenge. is there a market for penelope x reader fics? dunno, but there should be. penelope rights. 

tagging sweet @gaystevie​ 

content warnings: none - this is half fluff, half angst :) 

word count: 1842

in which you’re penelope’s online friend and she develops a crush on you. 

“and then i just,” penelope pauses to hold up a pair of campy earrings to the camera, “pick out some earrings, and i’m good to go!” after putting the jewelry on, she turns her face to model. her hair is pulled back into a bun, adorned with some fluffy hot pink hair accessory. 

“looks cute, pen,” you muse, watching her pose on your tiny phone screen. penelope looks at you with a wide smile. there’s a piece of your hair sticking up and out of place, and she desperately wants to reach out and smooth it out. her thumb twitches.

 “alright my sweet soulmate,” she starts with a smile. you know what’s coming.  “it’s time for me to head to work.” 

you pout at her pixelated face. “already?”

“unfortunately, dear,” she says, but despite feeling reluctant to hang up, her words come out as cheery as ever. 

“alright, penny. have fun at work,” you say, and as soon as she acknowledges your farewell and offers her own, the screen goes black with nothing but a tri-tone to signal the end of the call. 

 you and penelope met seven months ago on some new, groundbreaking virtual world game. penelope’s character was a fairy, with wings that glowed so much she had to have paid extra to have them. (she hadn’t. she just hacked into the fairly new and easy-to-bypass code and given her character the virtual wardrobe of her dreams.) she made a point to keep true to herself, even through her tiny computer alter-ego.

 the two of you often floated in the same circles as you played the game. you were funny, always typing something witty into the chat, and she quickly found herself very fond of you. she let her fingers hover over her keyboard before typing out her first message to you. after the whole “fisher king” fiasco, she respectfully refrained from contacting people on the internet, resigning herself to admiring from afar. but you were different. you had interacted with penelope already, exchanging compliments and working together to solve quests in the game. you knew her, and she knew you, but direct message felt like a new realm. it felt...intimate. 

when you replied to her first message, a simple “hi penelope!” with a butterfly emoji attached for good measure, penelope nearly flew out of her desk chair; she was so excited.  she quickly typed back to you, punctuating with approximately two million exclamation points and a link to her own personal social media. you smiled widely to yourself watching penelope’s chat appear on your computer screen. 

over the next months, you and penelope had become practically inseparable. well...virtually, at least. you lived much too far from penelope, and penelope much too far from you.  your distance spanned one timezone and a handful of states, but with how often you two talked, you always felt close. you learned her favorite color, her favorite movie, her favorite tv shows. she learned your guilty pleasure snack, your nighttime routine, and your favorite song to drive to. after 12am, you’d whisper into the phone receiver about your day, telling her about everything that bothered you or brought you joy. penelope revelled in these chats. listening to you was the best part of her day. this was your friendship, and it was good. 

 but recently things had been ever-so-slightly different. penelope lingers on a phone call even though she is exhausted, just to hear your voice. she proof-reads her text messages multiple times before sending them out--who does that? the red heart emoji is fast becoming her most used, taking the place of the pink one. the pink one is platonic, it’s always been platonic, and the red one is romantic. how is this happening? often, penelope lies in bed, imagining you’re laying against each other with your hands entangled. she reaches and rests her hand on the other side of the bed, where you would lie if you were there. sometimes, when she’s really tired, she believes she can feel you.

when thinking about this, penelope’s chest feels tight in the most exhilarating way. she’s confused, naturally. the last time she felt this way was when she thought she had real feelings for derek. (she’d buried whatever feeling that was way deep down in the depths of her brain.)

 could it be love if you had never touched? no. no, penelope is a romantic, but she’s also a realist. this can’t be love, not yet. but...a crush. the realization of the word seeps into her bloodstream, setting each cell in her body on fire. it’s a nice fire, a warm fire, a fire that flickers in pink flames. penelope spins around a few times in her work desk chair. 

gee, how lucky is she that she’s got her own little cave here? no one to interrupt her private moment of reckoning...although, now that she thinks of it, it’s not much of a “moment” from the outside. it’s not like her cheeks are stained red and there’s a sign on her forehead that reads “i have a crush!” any one of her coworkers could walk in right now and have no clue anything is any different. (penelope forgets that she’s terrible at hiding things and that she works with trained behavioral profilers.) she pauses a minute, staring at the door, half-expecting hotch to walk in and chew her out for not looking up white males in nebraska, or something. 

 penelope smoothly rolls her chair over to where her cell phone rests. she really shouldn’t be making a personal call at work, she thinks, but she also really shouldn’t have hacked into reid’s work computer and changed everything in english into tagalog last week. penelope can’t remember the last time she genuinely cared about the FBI’s rules. (in her defense, it took spencer like--half of a second to figure out what the unfamiliar language was, and a whole work day to understand it. she was teaching him!) 

 she picks up the phone, grinning as she swipes through recent text notifications of you updating penelope on your day. she finds the “call” button quickly, and waits as it begins to ring.

“penelope?” you question upon answering. “i’m at work, i can’t really talk right now.” you sound happy, despite the intrusion penelope knows she’s providing.

 “no, i know,” penelope replies, twirling a pen in her free hand. she taps her foot quickly. “which is why i’ll make this super quick.” she drags out the word ‘super’ like it tastes like candy.  “i have a crush on you. an earth-shattering, red roses, big crush on you.”

“oh,” you gasp, surprised. “oh! yeah!” you shake your head quickly, as if trying to wake yourself from a dream. all penelope can hear on the other line is the swooshing of air. “yeah, penny, me too. definitely me too. by that i mean, i have a crush on you too.” you’re stumbling, tripping over the words in your haste to get them out, but neither one of you seem to notice. all you can tell is the grin on your face is starting to hurt your cheeks, and all penelope can tell is that if she pulls her knees any closer to her chest she might squish herself. 

 “okay, cool,” penelope says through a smile. 

 you give a breathy laugh. “i really do have to go, though. i’ll definitely talk to you later, though. bye, penny,” you say, and hang up before giving penelope the chance to quip a witty goodbye. 

 you like her back, penelope thinks, the harps playing in her head making her feel like a juvenile pining after someone on the playground. her stomach flutters. the angelic voices in her head are singing, something that sounds like a warbled, choral version of “i wanna dance with somebody” by whitney houston. she closes her eyes, and relishes in it. 

after a second, the stark silence in penelope’s office startles her into reality. 

what is this?

what is she doing?

 oh, fuck, she thinks. tears well in her eyes. what is she doing? this is so unrealistic, penelope thinks, berating herself. you’re far away, only connected to her through a phone screen. it’s a great sentiment to have this sweet crush, yeah, but it’s not practical. not real. it’s not like penelope would ever be in a position to pack up and fly to you, and after hearing you gush about your job just the night prior, she knows you certainly feel the same.

 and then she feels like shit for even calling, for even telling you that she felt this way. it would cause nothing but problems. penelope pauses, in her brain. no, it wouldn’t even cause problems! being with you is so incredibly far-fetched that there isn’t even a “will they, won’t they” debate. any problem is solved with a simple “won’t they.” no, this wouldn’t cause problems, but it would cause heartache, and she should’ve known better. penelope thinks she’s feeling a bit of that heartache now. she sniffles, toying with a tiny plush pig she keeps perched on her desk. sometimes penelope just gets blinded by the butterflies. it’s her best trait and most fatal flaw.

 there’s a knock at her door. derek. 

 “hey babygirl,” he says, pushing open the door and leaning into the doorframe. “what are you doing for lunch?” 

 with her back turned to him, she rubs at her eyes delicately, trying very hard not to mess up her makeup. “uh, i brought my thermos. soup,” she says, clawing desperately at the bubbly personality she can feel slipping away from her for today. she’s just down in the dumps. 

 “hey, what’s wrong?” derek asks, instantly picking up on her sour mood. he steps into her office and closes the door behind him. 

 penelope turns to him, eyes rimmed in red, and gives him a half smile. derek, sweet derek, always so in tune with penelope, is looking at her intently, worry written in every crease of his face. penelope always feels lucky to have him, but especially in this moment. in a rush of emotion, she stands, flings her arms around his neck and pulls him in to a tight hug. 

 derek chuckles. “i love you too.” 

 penelope pulls away with a half-hearted chuckle, swatting the air as if to get rid of the negative emotions plaguing her office. “you come in here with your big muscles and your pretty face and somehow you’ve got me crying in your arms.” she laughs again, slightly more enthusiastic this time. 

 derek pulls her to his chest again, holding her there without words. penelope lets out a deep sigh, releasing every single emotion she just ran through. 

she could deal with those later. she could deal with her royal mess with you later. right now, it didn’t matter. what mattered now was her office, her lunch, and derek morgan.

“derek?” she asks, voice small. he turns to her, prompting her to speak again. “if i asked you to stay, would you?”

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Destressing (Steve Rogers x Filipina!Reader Kilig One-Shot)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Filipina!Reader 

Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex (wrap it up in real life, but this is fiction sooo). Oral (M! Receiving). Fingering. Spitting. Rough. Possible secondhand embarrassment or stress. It’s a lot. 

Word count: 2k+

Summary: Filipinx parties can be a lot, and Steve helps you destress before getting ready. 

Kilig is a Tagalog word to describe the feeling of excitement and exhilaration and possibly embarrassment from anything remotely romantic.

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The continuous pitter-patter of the locker room shower was echoing off the walls. It seemed the world was against you that day. Meetings ran late. People kept cornering you with questions. Your damn badge inexplicably stopped working resulting in a lengthy visit to IT. All of this misfortunate happenings added to the anxiety you were feeling about tonight: the night Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, would finally meet your family. Unfortunately, the invite was late. Late as in — you found out this morning. The reason for the party escaped your mind. Your family finds any excuse to throw a party, and now that they know you had finally snagged a boyfriend — especially one that is a national hero — they were really eager to finally meet him.

Surprisingly, Steve took the last-minute plans in stride despite your very frantic announcement, with you aggressively cornering Steve after a briefing and rambling at 100 miles an hour about a party at Tita Maria’s house. He was already dressed by the time you had to leave. You, on the other hand, decided to stay and workout in the gym instead before going home, trying desperately to rid your body of anxiety.

“Doll, we’re gonna be late. We still have to head home before going to your folks’ place.”

The squeak of the shower being turned off made Steve quietly sigh in relief. You appeared in front of him, wrapped in a towel, and dripping water all over the floor.

“First off, being late is fine. It’d actually be pretty weird if we showed up on time,” you explained, opening your locker and sorting through your clean clothes. “Second, I hate going to these things. They’re gonna love you. You’re their ideal man, but I am never going to hear the end of it! ‘Did you gain weight?’ ‘Did you get darker?’ ‘So when are you getting married?’ UGH! I hate these things,” you were visibly seething by the end of your rant. You plopped down on to the bench next to Steve who brought your head closer to place a kiss on your temple.

“Well I hope I’m your ideal man too, doll,” Steve mused.

“Of course you are. I just don’t like coming around there,” you pouted at Steve, placing your hand on his thigh.

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be,” Steve offered. You couldn’t help but scoff at Steve’s naiveté. He’ll never know the level of mind games these parties require, and the very thought of going wound your muscles as tight as a vice.

“Babe, you have no idea how Filipino families can be. It’s Game of Thrones but with brown people and better food,” you quipped. Your hand massaged the sizable knot forming on your shoulder. Steve took notice and gently pushed your hand away, massaging the knot himself while you closed your eyes and leaned against him. “I’m sorry. I know you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for, doll,” Steve comforted. Damn it. This man was too perfect to be true. You had been bugging him all day about how you were dreading seeing your relatives, and yet here he was, patient and perfect, as ever. You kissed his cheek in response.

“Steve…” You trailed kisses from his cheek to his perfectly-cut jawline to his neck.

“Uh…ye-yes, doll?” Steve croaked out, his eyes closing at the feeling of you placing open-mouthed kisses on his neck.

“Can you help me calm down?”

“Ye-yeah what do you…mmmgghh,” Steve groaned mid-question as your hand made its way onto his groin, massaging his dick through his jeans. His head knocked back in pleasure — a low growl emanating from his throat. You whimpered at Steve’s hand stopping you from feeling him. “We’re going to be late. Anyone could walk in right now.”  Your hand continued grinding against Steve’s growing arousal. You nipped at his earlobe before whispering into his ear.

“Makes this all the more…exciting, doesn’t it?”  As graceful as you could, you got up from the bench and stood in front of him. “Steve, trust me. We got time.” You dropped your towel, got on your knees, and caressed his thighs — glancing up at him through your eyelashes.

“You’re killing me, doll.” Smirking, your fingers made quick work of unbuttoning and sliding his jeans and underwear off of his muscular legs. You took his half-erect cock in your hands, pumping a few times before licking a hot stripe up the big vein on the underside. Steve took his shirt off. His hand gripped a fistful of your hair. His head knocked back, eyes closed in ecstasy at your actions, and a low groan rumbled from his chest. A couple drops of pre-cum dripped out of the tip of his cock. Your thumb circled around the tip, kissing and softly sucking. You started licking and sucking on his balls, hand still pumping his length, making more pre-cum drip out of his sensitive tip. Steve had his eyes locked on you, and yours on him. You licked up the large protruding vein before spitting on his cock and quickly taking his length in your mouth.

“…fuuckk,” Steve whispered. The power you felt from the sight of his head knocking back in pleasure and his whispered cursing was indescribable. His hands held your hair and guided you up and down his pulsing cock. His mouth was agape, in awe of the pleasure you were giving him. Your hand was pumping whatever you couldn’t take in your mouth. Your moans of pleasure would shoot the most delicious vibrations down his cock which would make Steve groan in response, gripping your hair tighter and whispering your name over and over again, pleading with you not to stop. The throbbing sensation in your pussy was becoming unbearable, and you used your free hand to rub circles around your swollen clit, quickly coating your hand in your own arousal.

Each small pang of pleasure from your own hand made you moan on Steve’s cock. Steve gently thrust his hips up and pushed your head down, urging you to take him deep into your throat. Bracing your hands on his thighs, you gladly obliged, letting his dick slide past the back of your throat. He moved your head up and down slightly, the salacious sounds of you sucking and choking on his big dick echoing in the empty locker room, making you wetter and Steve groan louder. He pulled you off his cock, breathing hard at the sight of you, mouth and chin dripping wet with pre-cum and spit. You traced some off your chin and licked your fingers, keeping your eyes firmly locked on him. Steve roughly grabbed your jaw and kissed you, wasting no time slipping his tongue in your mouth, tasting the remnants of himself.

“Get up,” Steve growled. As soon as you got off your knees, he pulled you on top of him, your knees resting on either side of his hips, his mouth placing open-mouthed kisses on the base of your neck. His arm was around your waist, keeping you pinned to him, while his hand groped and teased your breast. He trailed down to your other breast, switching between sucking, licking, nipping, tugging, and teasing. The way he switched between your breasts. The way he would lick and grope and nip and…God, this man was going to be the end of you. Your hand was tangled in his hair, and you couldn’t help but mirror Steve’s earlier actions and knock your head back at the sensation of his mouth on your tits. “Look at me.”

You stared into his eyes that were now seemingly dark in a lust-ridden haze. His large hands gripped your hips before pushing you down to grind on his hard cock. A loud moan escaped your throat, eyes closing at the delicious friction he provided. “No,” he grunted. “Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your face as you grind on my cock.” His hand gripped your hair as your hips were grinding on him; his groans deep and guttural, stirring your arousal even more.

“Steve, I can’t-I can’t take it anymore. Please,” you pleaded with him, your hips moving faster against his cock.

“Please, what? Use your words, doll. Tell me what you want.” His fingers started circling your clit, heightening your pleasure and making you lose your breath. He dipped his fingers into your soaked cunt, coating his fingers in your arousal. He thrust his curved fingers in you a few times, softly stroking a spot that made you roll your eyes back in pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and licked them, never letting his gaze break from yours.

“Agh! Fu-fuck, Steve…I want your cock in me, please,” you pleaded with him. Steve lined his erection up to your pussy and slowly thrust inside, letting you adjust to his length. You moaned at the sinful, sensual stretch of your pussy as Steve’s cock bottomed out. You moved your hips up and down, slowly, before picking up the pace. Steve gripped his hands on your hips, watching you in awe, slightly helping you up and down as you rode him. Your fingers tightly wound into his hair and gripped his neck for support. He whispered sweet nothings to you, as you repeatedly slammed your hips down onto his, reveling in the pleasure and heat of the moment.

Steve’s patience ran out and eagerly took back control. He gripped your hips and roughly thrust into you at a fast-paced, almost brutally satisfying way. You couldn’t help the strangled cry that escaped your treat at the raw ecstasy overtaking every inch of your body. His fingers started circling your clit, tightening the coil of your pending orgasm. “Holy shit! Fuck Steve! I’m so close. So close. Steve. Steve. Steve please…ah…ah…fuck…oh mY GOD STEVE!” You collapsed on his chest, shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. Steve’s arms circled around you, groaning at the feeling of your dripping pussy convulsing around his cock. He stroked your hair and rubbed your back as he waited for you to stop shaking, peppering your face with light kisses, whispering about how beautiful you look and how good you are doing. When your body had calmed down, Steve locked your lips into a passionate kiss. His lips moved against yours in a dance you knew all too well but could never get enough of. He pulled away and held your face in his hands. His thumbs caressing your cheeks, and your hands resting on his forearms. Steve took a moment to study you. Your pupils were dilated. Lips puffy. Your chest was still slightly heaving up and down, trying to calm down from your high. He placed a sweet peck on your lips and whispered

“You ok?” You bit your lip and nodded. There was no end to how perfect this man is. And he was yours. Steve Rogers was yours. He pulled you flush against him in an embrace. His deep, lust-ridden voice muttered into your ear. “My turn.”

To your surprise, Steve got up, keeping your body against his and slammed you against the lockers, being careful not to hurt you. You broke out into a fit of giggles before getting the breath knocked out of you from being pushed against the lockers. Steve adjusted your legs so that they encircled his hips, locking him in a vice grip. Steve groaned before thrusting his hips into yours at a rapid pace, gripping your hips. His hot breath fanning all over you as you clung onto him, lost in how fucking hot Steve was making you feel. Once again, you felt the tightening coil of your pending orgasm. “Steve, baby please. I’m so cl-close. Agh…agh…fuck!” Your breath was coming in short pants. Your nails dug into his shoulders. You screamed. Unfettered. Loud. Raw. You felt your orgasm wash over you in sweet, suffocatingly satisfying relief. Steve’s thrusts started losing their rhythm as your cunt convulsed around him. His breaths coming in hot, short pants now as well. He slammed his hips into yours, bottoming out, before pushing you against the lockers, making a loud slam that reverberated in the empty locker room. The intensity of his orgasm led to strangled, low groans by your ear, and his closed fist banged against the locker — the combined sounds making you moan. You felt his cum start to drip out of your pussy and onto your inner thighs. He thrust his cock in you a couple more times, bottoming out each time, before pulling out and setting your feet down on the ground.

You clung onto Steve for support, not trusting the strength of your legs. Steve picked up the towel you had dropped earlier and wiped you down, making sure to be gentle around your sensitive nub. “Ever the gentleman,” you quipped, grinning. Steve smirked at your smart comment, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Ready to go now, doll?” Steve asked.

“Yes, I am,” you smiled. “But first, we have to shower.” 

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Request: bokuto decides to make a big gesture of love and goes to your window late one night. Plot twist: it's the wrong window. love your work!

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[ A/N : The way I was so hyped to write this~ I had so many ideas for this omg. Thank you by the way! Hope you enjoy this one too! ]

Pairing : agedup!Bokuto x fem!reader

Prompt : Outside the window

Warnings : none

Word count : 1037

[ Also if you know the song “Nasa iyo na ang lahat” by Daniel Padilla, that’s what I imagine him singing for you at the end! If he learned to speak Tagalog for you~ ]

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— ♪ Harana ♪ —

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[ translation: “Harana” means to woo a woman by singing underneath her window at night, it’s also a way of courting someone in the Philippines! ]

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You were woken up by the sound of music blasting from outside. Rubbing your eyes as you get up to look outside and you lazily walk over to your window, dragging your feet across the wooden floor. You yawned as you opened the window and stuck your head out, about to yell at them to shut up but you didn’t because you realized it wasn’t just anyone just playing music loudly at one am outside. It was, in fact, your boyfriend, Bokuto Koutaro with some of his friends from high school.

“K-KOU?” Your eyes widened and then you rushed out of your room, grabbing a sweater on your way out.

Rushing down the stairs and stepping out into the cold air of the night, you wave the boys over. You only caught the attention of one of them though. Akaashi turned his head to look at you, realizing that they were standing in front of the wrong house and bothering the wrong person.

“Bokuto-San..” he tugged on Bokuto’s jacket, making him turn.

“What is it Akaashi?” He saw you as he turned his head, freezing on the spot and looking very confused. “Huh?”

“We’re at the wrong window.” Akaashi deadpans, his lips pressing into a thin flat line. “Guys, you can stop now. We’re at the wrong window.” He waves his hand and motions for the others to stop.

The guys stopped and turned their head towards where Akaashi and Bokuto were looking, mouths gaping with shock. They all collectively look at Bokuto, who was just staring at you, seeming like he was in a trance. He walked slowly towards you and engulfed you with warmth as his arms wrapped around your figure.

“Babyyyy~” He coos as he lifts you up, nuzzling against your neck.

“Hi babe~” You say sweetly, craning your head to kiss his cheek.

The others just stood there, across the other lawn then looked at each other and laughed. Watching as their former ace swoon over you.

“He already forgot why we were here huh?” Konoha puts a hand on his hip and shakes his head.

“Of course he did!” Sarukui chimed.

They then pick up their instruments and walk over to the pair. Konoha strumming his guitar as they get closer. This made you look over and see what the boys were holding. You suddenly realize why they were there an ungodly hour in the night.

“Kou? Did you plan on singing in front of my window? Like a harana?” You ask as you look at him.

“Oh.” He turns around and sees the guys, remembering that he was indeed there to sing for you. “Yes!” He says simply as he looks back at you, smiling excitedly.

“Well, If you still want to sing for me, I think we should head inside.” You notice the lights from your neighbors houses turn on one by one and you get a little worried.

“Hey! This is cute and all but it is one in the morning, so can you please take this inside your house?” Your neighbor, a sweet old lady, calls out from her window as she stuck her head out.

“Sorry!” You say apologetically, bowing multiple times.

You take your boyfriend’s hand and drag him inside your house, gesturing for the others to follow behind you. They follow behind you, Akaashi closing the door behind him and locking it. Your boyfriend in turn, making himself at home as he crashes on the couch.

“Bokuto-san, please give space for us to sit.” Akaashi says as he walks towards the couch, pulling Bokuto up.

“Baby, Can you sit up please?” You sweetly say and pat Akaashi’s back. “Do you guys want anything to drink or to eat for that matter?”

They all shake their heads and politely decline. Bokuto then sits up and slumps back against the couch. For some reason, he had a smug and proud look on his face.

“What’s up with the look, Bokuto?” Konoha raises a questioning eyebrow at him.

“He probably thinks we’re jealous cause he has a girlfriend.” Washio says as he snickers.

“Exactly!” Bokuto cheers, having an even more smug look on his face.

Just then, you walk back from the kitchen. You were holding a glass filled with Bokuto’s favorite drink and a bowl of his favorite snack, setting them down on the coffee before. You yelp as he pulls you down onto his lap, your face instantly heating up out of embarrassment.

“B-Bokuto!!” You playfully smack his chest and pout.

“What Princess? Don’t tell me you're embarrassed?” He teased you a bit before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Shut up!” You turn your face away from him and cross your arms.

Bokuto pouts in turn as you look away, looking like a sad little puppy. The other then looked at each other and laughed, making you two look at them curiously.

“You two are like made for each other or something!” Sarukui bellows as he wipes a fake tear away.

“Just like two peas in a pod!” Konoha interjected, holding his laughter back.

The two of you then look at Akaashi, having the same exact confused expression on your faces. This made Akaashi laugh, covering his mouth as he did so.

“Woah! Did we do that?” Bokuto looks at you and you turn to look at him too.

“I think we did.” You say, almost gasping.

“You two are just very much alike!” He says after he’s settled down. “Also, Bokuto-san, weren’t you supposed to sing a song for your princess?”

“Yeah! I was!” He hugs you tightly and lifts you up as he stands.

He carefully sets you back down on the couch, pushing the cup and bowl aside to sit on the coffee table. He then looks at the others as they grab their instruments, nodding and mouthing ‘ready?’ at them. They all nodded and unison then Bokuto starts to snap his fingers, Konoha following as he strums his guitar.

Bokuto starts to sing his heart out to you. Right then you realize just how lucky you were to have such an amazing boyfriend, your heart swelling with love in your chest. The night going on filled with laughter and music.

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of right now || chapter one

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Pairing: Producer!Tom Holland x Reader 

Word Count: 2,195

Warning: Swearing, mentions of stabbing someone, anxiety

Series Description: You are an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life with a boyfriend who is in a coma.  And he is a successful producer looking for a promotion when he was relocated in Batanes (where you live).  His plans are a) make a show b) make it a hit c) get the promotion and d) go back to London. But things don’t go as expected, right?

A/N: So here’s chapter one for you guys out there! Have fun reading and don’t forget to share your thoughts! Oh, btw there’ll be some Tagalog words thrown in there, their meanings will be put down below. 

Disclaimer: I do not own the plot nor Tom Holland. The plot along with some lines belongs to Everyday, I love you’s crew and it’s production. Tom Holland is also just a face and a name claim, I do not know him personally nor do I know his personality. 

"Good morning, love!" You said to the camera as you stand up and walk to your drawers to pick something to wear for the day.

"It's day fifty-two, hope you are doing alright there," You said as you grabbed a hanger with the outfit you'll wear. It's a plain white shirt topped with a denim skirt overall.

"I gotta go and get ready for the day but I miss you! See you soon, love!" You wave goodbye to the camera giving it a flying kiss then you turn it off and sighed.

Missing Aidan is something you've never expect to feel. He is always there, even in childhood. You'd see him every day since you were young. It started as a foolish crush but it turned into something bigger- something wonderful that only something 13-year-old you dreamt of. Memories with him, doing stuff with him it was always great even eating your favorite dish.

You shook your head trying to avoid the nagging feeling of a black hole forming inside your heart. "Y/N, that's enough," you scold yourself trying to rid yourself of the guilt that you have about his condition. It was because of you that he was lying there, on the hospital bed, unconscious but breathing. Even though others tell you not to blame yourself, you still did. And it's killing you to pretend that everything's alright when it's not.

You got out of the shower getting yourself ready to face the world, to be that happy-go-lucky girl that everyone in Batanes loves. You quickly got dressed in your outfit and as you are tying your white suede sneakers, you heard a knock on your door.

"Hey pumpkin, your lolas (grandmothers) are here. They are very much excited to see you," Your dad says through the door.  "Come out whenever you are ready."

"Okay, dad," You said quickly tying your other shoe and abruptly standing up. You quickly grabbed your sling bag and put the video camera inside along with other necessities you'll need for the day. You opened the door and was quickly greeted by the smell of adobo, one of your favorite Pinoy dish.

"Oh, Y/N, you've grown!" Your grandma Esther said as she squeezes your cheeks and kisses both of them.

"Ma, you've seen me five days ago," You said, hugging her as your grandma Julie waddles over you. You let go of Grandma Esther as Grandma Julie approaches you.  

"Ah! It's been so long!" Grandma Julie said, smiling so wide and pulling you into a hand.

"Oh, stop it, Y/N's suffocating," Your father said carrying their bags to their rooms.  Grandma Esther and Grandma Julie are known as 'The Sisters of Basco'. They are well-known for the restaurant they started years ago that became a hit around the area. Grandma Esther is your direct grandmother, she is the mother of your late mother. While Grandma Julie is like this cool aunt that everyone likes.

"Oh, I'm starving!" Grandma Esther said taking a seat at the dining table, Grandma Julie follows suit. You and father followed after them, taking a seat at your respective places.  

"Mother Dearests, how was your Japan vacation?" You ask them, prolonging the 's' sound in dearests as you grab your rice and the adobo and started eating as soon as the prayers are done.

"Oh! It was fantastic!" Grandma Julie said, mouth full of food.

"Oh, Jules, please shut your mouth. I don't want to see another flying rice around here," Grandma Esther said, shutting her up as the food kept flying in bits and pieces out of her mouth as she talks. Grandma Jules shut up quickly and finish chewing her food.

"Anyways," Grandma Jules continued, shooting a glare at Grandma Esther's side. "We got you something." She stood up and went to their room and later came back with a plastic bag. 

"Here," She handed you the plastic bag. You took a peek inside and gasp.

"Oh My! Thank you so so much, lolas!" You gushed over the comfy hoodies they got you along with some sweets and a Harry Potter wand.

"No problem, apo (granddaughter)," Grandma Esther said, smiling in your direction and continued eating. "How is Aidan?"

"He's fine," You answered her, "There's still no improvements or any news. Zero, zilch, nada, as in zero."

"Awh, that's okay, Y/N," Granda Jules said giving you a comforting smile. "Sometimes no news is good news." You gave them comforting smiles, too. Letting them know that you're alright, and you're healing from the guilt. You know you have to be there for Aidan, so you put a pin on the guilt that you are feeling and let it stay that way, for now.

"It's not your fault, you know?" Your Grandma Esther added. "It's that bastard who stabbed him."

"Mama," Your father warned your Grandma Esther when she said a bad word.

"Oh, sorry," Grandma Esther said, smiling sheepishly before letting out a laugh and continued eating.

"Thanks, Mama Esther," You said, smiling in their direction. You quickly jumped up and grabbed your sling bag. You saw that you have a tour in less than an hour, so you have to head to the airport right now to pick up the tourists.

"Anyways, I got to go. Duty calls." And with a kiss to your family, you are off riding your bicycle towards the travel agency that will give you the itinerary for today's tour. You are a local tour guide and it's your job to tour the tourists around Batanes.

"Bye, Y/N!" The tourists bid you farewell as you finished the tour and it's already their time to go home.

"Thank you so much for letting me tour all of you around Batanes. See you next time!" You told them, bidding them farewell as they climb into the van after a tiring but enjoying day of the trip.  

"Oh!" You gasp in surprise as a child went to hug you.

"I'll miss you, Y/N," The child muttered as he held on tightly to you. He's around three to five years old and he bonded with you for the whole tour. In turn, you told him myths and legends about Batanes that filled the child's mind with wonder.

They soon leave and you went inside the office to take a seat in your desk. You took a breath for a few moments and started arranging your stuff.

"Leaving so soon?" Your boss and a friend of yours, Lia, asked.

"Yeah. Nurse Angie called, plus I wanted to see Aidan," You answered her question, giving her the sweetest smile you could muster. You even questioned yourself if you should do the "puppy dog eyes" thing. But the smile seemed to do the thing.

"Okay, okay. You can leave as long as you're done with your work," She said. "Send Mama Nida my regards." Mama Nida is Aidan's grandmother. His parents abandoned him when he was a child. They left him with her.

"Will do, Lia," You said standing up to hug her. She returned your hug and pat you in the back. "Thank you so much!"

You quickly leave towards the hospital, riding your bicycle. Once, you got to the hospital you quickly opened up your video camera and filmed yourself.

"Hi, Love!" You said, waving to the camera with the brightest smile on your face. That little boy who hugged you earlier made your day brighter than it already was.

"It's already 5 pm and I just finished touring the tourists around here. There was this little boy earlier that hugged me and he's just the sweetest," You said as you walk down the hallways and towards his room.

"Anyways, I'm here to see you now. Have a speedy recovery!" You said to the camera. "I love you. Get well soon!"

You sighed as you entered the room, but was greeted by the joy and love surrounding it. Your grandmas are with Mama Nida and they are all just being adorable together and talking about stuff. They are lifelong friends with Mama Nida, that's the reason why none of them left town even when they had the chance.

"Get ready to roll in 5 minutes!" Tom yelled all over the place. They are at the London Bridge, filming for an action movie he's producing. Just as he was making rounds and making sure that everything is alright, his phone rang.

"Luis! Where the fucking hell are you?" Tom answered the call, his voice stern and urgent. "The camera's rolling in 5 minutes!"

"This is the fifth and last time you're gonna be late," He said walking over to the booth, so he can what's happening on cam. "Get your ass over here or consider yourself fired."

"Get ready. I'm taking over." Tom ordered the crew, especially the lead.

"I thought Alfred still has five minutes?" The lead questioned while studying his lines as the makeup crew tries to cover his eye bags.

"He won't be here in five minutes. He's still in his house and it's two hours away from here," Tom explained to the lead getting ready himself, too.

"Nina!" Tom greeted his boss, kissing her on the cheek. Nina is like a second mother to him, his grandmother the first. She always looks out for him and cares for him like he's her own son.

"How are you? You look like you're in a good mood," Nina mused. Tom chuckled and yelled for a cameraman to focus as his video is being shaky.  

"Anyways, what are you doing here? The ratings of my show are high?" Tom asked, confused. Nina only came to shootings when the show's ratings are low to observe whether or not they should cancel it.

"Exactly. I'm here to observe," Nina answered, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. Tom nodded and she continued, "SDF is leaving. We'll be needing a new production manager, ASAP."

"I'm the new PM?" Tom asked, arrogantly. Smirking with overflowing confidence assuming that he's the new production manager that will manage seven shows at a time. Nina just chuckled and looked towards the shooting, Tom just scoffed clearly in disbelief.

"We'll see," Nina said, teasingly.

Three days later, in the management's office, Tom is sitting confidently in his chair. Almost like he knows that he is the one who is promoted. Impatient, Tom started playing on his phone until Nina came in to announce who got promoted.

"SDF retired and we've been thinking of who to replace him. We're very proud and happy to announce that management is promoting Jessa Griffins!" Jessa stood up and immediately thanked Nina while other nominees surrounded Jessa and congratulated her. But, Tom immediately went to Nina.

"Why her?" Tom asked following her as she walked towards her office.

"Because she's hired earlier than you and she's older than you."

"So, you're saying that age is the basis of promotion?" Tom asked in disbelief over the announcement of the promotion.

"And you're saying that you're better than her?" Nina challenged him.

"Yes! My shows are better than hers," Tom boasted, clearly thinking that he's the one who deserves the promotion.

"Look," Nina sighed turning to face him. "You are great in technical and creative works, but she's better at handling people."

Tom just chuckled and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and raised his eyebrows signaling Nina to continue.

"Did you know that Luis was never late for her? In fact, when you fired him, Jessa immediately hired him and they made a great episode."

"So, you're saying I should tolerate incompetence?" Tom asked, aggravated.

"Relax," Nina said. "Why do I get the feeling that you're always in a rush. You're still young. You still have lots to do. In your haste, lots of people got hurt. Why does it always seem like you're in a competition? Life is not about competition, rather it's about simply living it and enjoying every second of it. "

"That's why," Nina continued. "I'm reassigning you to the Philippines. Batanes, specifically. They need a good quality show for the younger market."

"WHAT" Tom exclaimed in surprise. "Is this some kind of punishment? You know I do high adventure, high adrenaline shows. What would I do in a province, anyway?"

"Look, if you pull this off, I'll promote you as a production manager," Nina sighed and rubbed her forehead, a headache clearly forming. "Take this as a challenge. It may actually be the best thing to ever happen to you."

Later on, Tom is back at home cleaning the dishes when his grandmother, Laura said something about the promotion.

"Nina called me earlier, said that you didn't get the promotion. I'm sorry but she's right. You need to take this slow," His grandmother said.

"I know, Lavi. It's just, I don't really know," Tom sighed, finally letting out his feelings.

"You know what you need? A girlfriend." His grandmother pointed out.

"I don't need a girlfriend, I have my Lavi right here," Tom said, kissing his grandmother on the cheek.

"You seriously need to get a life," She said, making some coffee. "And maybe that Batanes thing is good for you."

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TASK 002 || ABOUT THE MUN !!

01. what’s your name/alias you go by ??

I go by Euriel.

02. what’s your age ??

‘Quarter of a century’ makes me sound older than 25.

03. what’s your zodiac sign ??

Aquarius / Dog

04. what’s your ethnicity ??

Throw some East & South East Asian countries into a blender, and you’ll get me! (Filipino, Chinese, Japanese)

05. what’s your nationality ??

American, British

06. what’s your favorite band and/or musical artist ??

Epik High, Magnetic North

07. what’s your dream job ??

Haute couture fashion designer & stylist --- for suits, particularly.

08. what’s one place you would love to visit ??

I have not yet been to Italy, so there.

09. what’s your favorite tv show ??

I don’t watch TV for entertainment that often anymore, but I remember enjoying Avatar the Last Airbender when I was younger, so maybe that.

10. what’s your favorite movie ??

Kiki’s Delivery Service

11. what’s your favorite song ??

Home is Far Away by Epik High ft. Hyukoh Home:Word by Magnetic North & Taiyo Na ft. Sam Kang Without you by Michelle Lee

12. what’s your favorite sport ??

Figure skating

13. what’s your favorite food ??

Sweets

14. what’s your favorite face claim to use ??

When I choose FCs, I tend to bond them to a character ‘for life.’ (Tyler Posey would always be Ollie to me, for example.) So this question to me is moreso who is my fave character and FC. But if I had to choose a favourite... ugh this is hard... uh... maybe... fuck I can’t choose lol.

15. what’s your least favorite face claim ??

Not sure if this makes sense, but my least favourite FC is if the face doesn’t believably fit the character??? So it’s not any one FC, just... ill-fitting ones. Idk lol.

16. what’s your favorite character of yours to play ?? which do you think you’re most like ??

Well, I only play Ollie here, and in general, he isn’t really like me except for wanting to make everyone happy. Fun fact: Ollie is my newest character in my muse family and I made him exclusively for Pandemonium. (I usually just carry over characters into different RPs instead of making new ones. >_>)

I play an Earth/plant warlock in another RP who is one of my longtime characters that I’m quite attached to. And I don’t think I’m extremely like any one of my characters, but I greatly empathise with them (perhaps too much so).

17. what’s your sexuality ??

I’m attracted to people regardless of gender, and preferably, we have a connection going.

18. what’s the last movie you saw in a cinema/theater ??

Detective Pikachu at the movies. I was also able to catch Betrayal in the West End before it ended.

19. what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had ??

A few torn muscles and sprains here and there. Nothing too serious, but I’m prone to getting sick fml lol.

20. what’s a random or interesting fact about you ??

I’ve lived in over 14 different countries. I was also born four months early.

21. do you listen to music while you write ??

Sometimes.

22. are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer ??

Whenever-I-have-the-time writer lol. Sometimes it’s ten minutes in between meetings, on the train home, or 2am when I should be sleeping.  ...Sometimes it’s a week later.

23. have you ever roleplayed intoxicated ??

Yes, but those never got too far along lmao (thankfully). And I’ve stopped drinking since then. Those were fun times, though ngl. xD

24. what language or languages do you speak ??

Fluently - English, Tagalog (Filipino), Japanese Conversationally - Mandarin Chinese, Korean, Spanish, French

25. how long have you roleplayed ??

Since I was in... elementary/middle school, I think. So at least over ten years?

26. favorite roleplay genre ??

Supernatural. Although Political/Royalty ones are fun to mess around in lmao.

27. one sound you hate & one you love ??

Hate: Sudden, loud noises (booms, thunder, fireworks, doors slamming, etc.) 

Love: Bells ringing

28. do you believe in ghosts ??

Yes.

29. do you believe in aliens ??

Yes.

30. do you believe in true love ??

Yes and it already came and went.

31. do you hold grudges ??

Yes, but very few. You’d have to have fucked up big time for me to do so.

32. do you have any obsessions right now ??

I’m quite fond of the colour blue.

33. do you drive & if so, have you ever been in a crash ??

No, but yes.

34. do you like the smell of gasoline ??

Nope. It makes me nauseous.

35. do you prefer writing fluff, angst, or smut ??

Depends on my mood, but leaning towards angst because suffering = character development LOL.

36. are you in a relationship ??

Trying that whole ‘self-love’ and ‘getting my shit together’ before I put myself out there again.

37. grab the nearest book to you and turn to page 23, what is the 17th line ??

“Like I was a threat,” Rita said. “Their eyes narrowed for a second and I knew. I know it’s silly, but I knew what they were thinking: ‘Here’s a threat to our daughter.’ And the worst part is I’m afraid of it being true.” --- Silk Moth (in Undercities: an anthology) by Xian Mao

(Highly recommend picking up Undercities if you’re into queer magic realism! It’s through an indie publisher though, so it might be hard to find. :c)

38. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs that pop up:

I... don’t have a playlist. I just usually search for whatever I want to hear in that point in time. >_>

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SQUAD COUPLES : How many kids do they have? Who came up with the name(s)? Who takes after who in terms of appearance and personality? Random headcanon!

Obviously stuff like this is divisive and so if any of my squad doesn’t agree with some points and wants to change them or add their own little headcanons then omg pls do. @bakachanx3 @invaderzia1 @eren-my-sweet @shingeki-no-scenarios

Okay, so Marvie have two kids biologically but because both of them are from big families and are both very maternal/paternal towards children, so later on in their marriage/lives together they would potentially want to foster with a look to adopting.

The names of their children were, in some way, both picked by Stevie, though by proxy in one way -- Eia is their daughter and the eldest it’s just a name that she liked and suggested it and Marco fell in love with it and so she became an Eia. Their son is a different story, his name has a lot of meaning to Stevie and her family and so as soon as they found out their second child was going to be a boy, Marco just started to refer to the bump as ‘Luca’ to Stevie’s delight.

Borh of the children take after Marco more than they take after Stevie -- their hair is dark, their eyes are brown and yes, they have freckles. Parts of them are definitely Stevie though, the shape of Eia’s eyes and her fuller bottom lip, Luca’s nose is all Stevie’s Dad so… they’re a blend but their base is Marco.

Eia is a Daddy’s girl, through and through, Luca has no parental preference and enjoys being around both parents.

Coltzi have at least one child together, possibly they end up with two later down the line but they definitely have one daughter together.

Her name -- Lina -- was picked by Colt, he wanted something that related to Franzi’s Germanic roots and culture, he thought it was a really pretty name and Lina Grice flows together quite well and Franzi really agreed with him.

Lina has Colt’s hair and more of his features would start to show up the older she gets but as a toddler/young child she is all basically Franzi’s mini me. And much like Franzi, she loves sweets and is all about games to the point where they have to have a timer or she would play with the Switch for most of the day. She has Colt’s caring nature too and often makes her Uncle Falco pretend to be a cat so she can play vet with him.

Lina’s best friend is her Mom’s cat, Misi. No matter how many children she meets and bonds with, for years she refuses to have a human best friend and will always tell people Misi is her bestest.  

Mean are the proud parents of a set of twins -- David and Zia. To say that twins were a surprise is an understatement and they’re fine with the twins as they were lucky enough to get one of each on the first go! Though they won’t rule out eventually having another child, it is definitely not something on the cards any time soon.

They were named when they were born -- both Maddy and Jean had a lot of strong opinions on what they wanted to name the children and they argued about it throughout the pregnancy and then the twins… sort of named themselves. Zia looked like a Zia and David looked like a David.

They’re both actually a mix of their parents, though because they’re fraternal twins they do have some differences other than the sex of them -- David has Jean’s eyes whilst Zia’s are more Maddy’s. Zia, however, has Jean’s temper whereas David is a little more chilled out and Zia has been known to bite.

When they were younger, the twins used to be able to trick people by pretending to be each other but that stopped pretty early on

 Erena have one child, but are very open to the idea of having up to three. Their first born is a son. If they other two were to ever come into existence, they would be another son and a daughter.

Rena is the one who picked their sons name -- Aden and Eren was in agreement with it because e liked the way that it ended in the ‘en’ like he did.

Aden is Eren through and through -- he is almost identical to the way that Eren looked like as a child and he has both of his parents temper -- he can be a little spitfire when he wants to! He is also a naughty little bugger, but he’d grow out of that the older he gets.

Aden would realise pretty young that he identifies as gay and is open about it, once he comes out to Eren and Rena of course.

If and when Erwin and Ji had kids, they would have at least one girl together, but Erwin would absolutely love to have more.

Isobel is a name that Ji picked out, as she’s always loved the idea of naming her daughter Isobel and Erwin is in ultimate agreement because he likes traditional names and it’s quite a nice, traditional name in his opinion and Isobel Smith suits her well.

Isobel has parts of Erwin in her facially, but because she’s mixed race and her mother’s side is the one with the most dominant genes, her eyes, hair and skin tone are all Ji’s. However, a lot of Erwin shines through in her personality and she’s a very intelligent little girl -- she picks up on things very quickly and has always had a strategic mind. From a young age she has been able to figure out how to get stuff like cookies, etc etc when she wants. Obviously Erwin and Ji make it too hard for her eventually, lol.

To add onto Isobel’s having her fathers intelligence -- she’s been raised multilingual and has become somewhat of a language sponge. Not only does she speak English and Filipino/Tagalog with fluency, she picks up other words quickly. (She crept up behind Ji and squeaked ‘Nihao!’ in her ear loudly one day, they still don’t know where she picked that up!)

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I got a hold of an ARC for this most excellent book at ALA Midwinter this January, and was excited to read it -- especially after sitting in on a panel hosted by @penguinteen’s new imprint Kokila, that focuses on presenting works by folks on the margins. 

And after finishing it this morning, I decided to do something I haven’t done before: write a review of it. I originally posted it at the link above, but here it is in its full text glory. 

I’m not sure where to start with this because there’s so much about Patron Saints of Nothing to love: do I mention how authentically-but-not-tropely teenager-like Jay, the protagonist, feels? Should I talk about how the book makes a real-world event, happening right now, become meaningful and accessible to readers across the ocean in ways that journalism can’t? What about the fact that every person in this story (it feels weird for me to call them characters at this point) gets an opportunity to live and tell a story that is as much their own as it is the story of millions of people? Selfishly, the queer in me wants to talk about the representation, but I think it might be best to start somewhere else.

Randy Ribay wrote a book that is a lot of things: loving, illuminating, excellent — but the word I keep circling back to is important. I think that’s why it’s hard to decide where to start – there’s no single thing about the book that makes it important; it’s the book in its entirety, and how all the different elements I mentioned above – and more – feed off of and into each other.

The story is about the aforementioned Jay (short for Jason) Reguero, a teenaged Filipino-American boy who lives in Michigan with his Filipino dad and his white mom. From the outset, you feel like you already know Jay: he’s the one brown kid who you know of from school but who you don’t really know. This is partly because you’ve noticed him for what makes him different, and without realizing it you decide you know something about him because of that; but it’s also partly because he’s mastered the skill of fitting in just enough to stay out of the general consciousness as a way to deal with the other-ness he feels, and to stay safe in his school.

Mind you, the secret that nearly every teenager learns, but only once they’re well past their teens, is that everyone in high school has that same sense of desperation in wanting not to be noticed, because different is dangerous. But Jay shows readers another part of that, that a lot of us miss if we aren’t visibly a minority ourselves: white readers get a taste of what it’s like to want to fit in, but to have something about you that is overtly and immutably different. Jay can wear the same clothes, speak the same language, aspire to the same image of adult success, but he’ll still, always, be (and be seen as) Filipino-American – for better or worse, depending on who you ask.

This kind of otherness is powerful and permeating, and the way Ribay tackles it in Nothing is kind but also unflinching. There’s an interaction early on between Jay and his best friend that highlights the pain of it – when his friend starts a conversation with the dreaded, “promise me you won’t get offended,” the conversation goes exactly where you expect it to. But it all has to be said, and said in a way that is as explicit as it can be, especially for a novel that’s written for young readers: there’s a problem with whiteness being the default, and there’s a problem with assuming that things that differ from the norm is bad, and while someone can be as well-meaning as the day is long, sometimes people are perfectly justified in their anger at what you thought was a compliment. But it also shows that people can forgive, even if that forgiveness doesn’t come in that moment, or that day, or even that week. This interaction, for all its cringeworthiness, is also genuine and human and important.

This exploration of otherness gets explored from the other side of Jay’s identity as well when he travels to the Philippines to investigate his cousin’s death (the central plot of the book). I want to acknowledge here that this particular plot point is probably the only aspect of the book that I was skeptical of before I started reading Nothing. There’s a tendency I’ve found in YA lit to give the protagonists “diet superpowers,” that is, to make them remarkable in ways that are just past what one could realistically expect from a character their age. And while I don’t think that’s a problem – if it inspires young people to be more than they can, good! – it also feels a little cheap. So when reading the synopsis for Nothing, I felt a little skeptical reading that a seventeen-year-old was going to the Philippines to investigate his cousin’s death.

Fortunately, I was reassured early into the novel (and then very very nervous for him given the task he was tackling) (oh no my sweet Jay what are you getting yourself into) to find out that Jay’s… well, he’s very much a realistic seventeen-year-old, with no preternatural sleuthing skills to speak of. His time in the Philippines plays out realistically, and Ribay is kind enough to the reader and to Jay to make sure that he is looked after by a cast of characters who are believably competent, which gives Jay the space he needs to grow up quickly but authentically, given the circumstances. Disbelief happily not suspended!

During his time in the Philippines, the reader is given a chance to understand how painful being the other can be, which is so in line with Ribay’s dedication of the book: for the hyphenated. Although it’s touched on during his time home, once Jay lands in Manila the reader gets to see him grapple with the cost that he’s paid to try and fit in back home. Perhaps the biggest: Jay doesn’t speak Tagalog, one of the two national languages of the Philippines, and an overt marker to nearly everyone he comes in contact with that something about his identity doesn’t fit. We see how this recognition of his otherness plays out in his interactions variously with a customs agent, his family, and the folks he meets along the way, and I couldn’t help but wince for and with him each time someone else pointed at it. I think this is something that folks from mixed backgrounds intrinsically get, but is less obvious to others, and should be a core take-away for readers:

For the folks who exist on the margins – folks who straddle nationalities, or color lines, or various other identities, there’s immense pressure from both sides to fit into one identity or the other.

For some folks, I think the result is that one never gets to feel fully anything, and that can feel incredibly lonely. I hope that readers of Nothing pick that message up, and realize that they can be kind, and understanding, and try to hold space for the whole complexity of a person.

That last bit – recognizing that people are not simple things where a single label, or even two, can substitute for the whole-ness of their beings – is probably the biggest take-away of this book for me, and Ribay gets it across beautifully. The entire book lets the reader follow Jay’s journey from not just understanding himself as more than just a young man who’s going off to college because that’s what expected of him, but to understanding that the same thing applies to everyone around him. Every character, it seems, is introduced simply (justifiably so – Jay’s the narrator), but over the course of the book you learn that they are so much more than the handful of identity markers they get in the start.

That’s how people are in real life, and perhaps that’s why I think Patron Saints of Nothing is, above all, important. It’s important for others in the margins to read and see themselves reflected in art and the media – it lets them know they aren’t alone, they are worth telling stories about, and that someone else cares enough about them to put forth the effort. It’s also important for everyone else, because it gives anyone who reads it permission to feel and see aspects of themselves reflected in people they might not otherwise click with. The world always needs more empathy, but especially nowadays, it seems like we could go for a double helping.

Patron Saints of Nothing, by Randy Ribay, is slated for release in June 2019 by Kokila, an imprint of Penguin Random House LLC, New York.

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Without You (Fionn Whitehead x OC) - Chapter 2 “Starlit Nights”

Summary: Fionn comes over to Arlene’s for a party, triggering suspicions and some unwanted suggestions.

A/N: This chapter has some Tagalog in it! If you don’t speak the language, Google Translate is your friend! 

Song Inspo: “Starlit Nights” by AJ Rafael

Previous Chapter Masterlist

“So, about you coming on Friday…” “Leenie, I told you that’s the only time I can go! After that, I’m swamped with fittings and script readings—“ “No, no, don’t worry about that, you can still come over. It’s just…well,” I said, my fingers twiddling as I tried to find a way to put the news lightly. “My family’s coming. My extended family.” Fionn laughed. “So? Why’s that a big deal?” “You don’t know my family. They’re a bit…um, crazy.” “Leenie, based on how your parents are, I highly doubt that.”

. . .

“Arlene! Get the door, I think that’s Fionn!” I heard my mum call. I avoided looking into any of the eyes that darted in my direction. “Who is Fionn?” my aunts said, mischievous looks on their faces. I could already see them leaping to conclusions. “You’re about to meet him, don’t worry,” I said, trying to dodge the question.

I opened the door and he stood there with a plate of cookies.

“Mum said I should bring something, so I baked these.” “Oh, you didn’t have to,” I said, thankful I was wearing makeup or else my flush would’ve been obvious, “There’s plenty of food.” “S’alright. I know how much you love them.” “Right, well, come in. And be ready to memorize a lot of names.”

I shut the door as he walked in, my aunts and uncles swarming us as he took his shoes off.

“Who is this?” was the main question, along with, “Is this your boypren?” “No, no, it’s just Fionn. He’s my friend. He’s just come over for the adobo since he’s going away for a bit.”

I began introducing him, all my relatives smiling and waving as I said their names.

“I’m gonna say hi to Auntie Joyce and Uncle Jeff,” Fionn said, disappearing into the kitchen to greet my parents. Tita Charice was the first to grab me. “He’s cute, you should date him.” “Ay, no, Tita!” I said, “He’s…he’s a friend” “Oo, pero you would make a good couple!” “Tita, please. Siya lang ang kaibigan ko! He’s just my friend!”

“Okay then,” she smirked, winking at me. I rolled my eyes, knowing she was going to start gossiping with everyone else.

Mum called me into the kitchen to help with putting the food out for serving, Fionn pitching in like the cordial person he is. We blessed the food and thus began the assembly line of people grabbing plates and utensils, spooning heaping amounts of rice, adobo, kare-kare and a plethora of other Filipino traditional foods. We stood by, waiting for the line to dwindle to ensure a quick trip through the buffet line.

“Hoy, Chunky, come eat! And bring the white boy! You’re both so skinny, you need to eat more!”

I shut my eyes in embarrassment; Fionn and I were close, but he didn’t know about the nickname my family had oh-so-lovingly given to me as a baby when I had a lot more layers of insulation on my body.

“‘Chunky’?” Fionn asked, “Who’s Chunky?” “Oh, not me or anything,” I laughed nervously, hoping nobody would use it again. “Well of course you’re not Chunky anymore,” Tito Marcus said, “You lost so much weight! What, they don’t feed you in university?”

I held my face in my hands before looking at Fionn, who was using all his effort to hold in a laugh. “I was a big baby, okay?” “The heaby weigh’ champion ob the pamily!” my Lolo called. “Yes, thank you, Lolo, but he doesn’t need to know—“ “She weighed almost nine pounds! Bigger than all her Kuyas and Ates!” “And you haven’t told me this because…?” Fionn asked, finally letting a small laugh out.

I despise him when he laughs. He’s too cute.

“It never came up. Anyway, there’s your favorite at the end, go on,” I said, handing him a plate, spoon and fork.

Fionn didn’t know everything set out, so I explained the unknown dishes to him while my aunts cooed.

“Aww, look at her, teaching him all the foods, huh? It’s so sweet.”

Fionn shot me a look and I shook my head, signaling for him to just ignore it.

“So,” I heard Tita Mel begin as she stood on the other side of Fionn while we continued to get food, “You have girlfriend?” “Huh?” Fionn asked, clearly alarmed by the random question. I knew exactly where this is going. “No, I haven’t got a girlfriend,” he eventually answered, confused. “Why don’t you date my niece, then! She’s very smart and sweet, no?” “Oh, well, Leenie and I are just friends.”

I watched Tita Mel eye him with a suspicious look before looking at me.

“Siya ay bakla?” My eyes shot open wide. “What, no! Why would you even think that?” “What’d she say?” “Nothing, nothing, let’s just go,” I said, pulling him away from the kitchen into the sun room. The sky was clear tonight, allowing a nice view of the stars. “Sorry about them, they’re a little overbearing and…invasive. They like to gossip and stuff.” “It’s alright. Gives me proper practice for when I become super famous, won’t it?” he chided, smiling as he began to eat. “Or you could be a one-hit wonder that flops after his debut as a telepathic teenager that has constant nosebleeds.”

He shot me an offended look, I only laughed as I fed myself a spoonful of food.

The night continued with everyone insisting we eat more despite being full, copious amounts of dessert, karaoke and listening in on the latest gossip in the family from my aunts. When the night came to a close around midnight, Fionn kissing all my aunts on the cheek and shaking hands with my uncles and Lolo. I walked him out as he waited for his dad to pick him up.

“It’s not gonna be like this anymore, is it?” I asked, “You’re gonna have chauffeurs now, ready with limos stocked with beer and snacks for you.” “Nah, that’s not me, Leenie.” “Well you can’t have sports cars, you can’t drive.” “I’ll learn…eventually.” “Right. Till then, I’ve gotta shuttle you around,” I said, giving him a smile. He returned it, slinging an arm across my shoulders. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, yeah?” he asked, squeezing me close. “Yeah,” I agreed, a small ache pinching my chest, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As much as it ached, hearing him talk about me in such a platonic way didn’t completely wound me. Standing here, seeing him so happy with me at his side under the stars sparked a small flame of hope within me. It was probably bad I felt this way. But I was falling hard and an overwhelming part of me was wishing he’d catch me.

“Sorry about them, they’re a little overbearing and…invasive,” Leenie apologized as she began pushing her chicken and rice into her spoon, “They like to gossip and stuff.”

I began following her example, always needing to watch her first before imitating. I wasn’t used to eating with a spoon and fork, but I was still better than my parents at it.

“It’s alright. Gives me proper practice for when I become super famous, won’t it?” I smiled, shoveling a spoonful of adobo and rice into my mouth. “Or you could be a one-hit wonder that flops after his debut as a telepathic teenager that has constant nosebleeds.”

I stopped mid-chew, my cheeks puffed out with food, scowling as she laughed before taking a bite.

Dinner was mostly uneventful, mostly me occasionally getting updates from Sophie about costuming, transportation and lodging for the film. I told Leenie what I could, part of myself feeling bad for somewhat neglecting her in favor of my agent.

“Don’t worry about ignoring me,” she said when I apologized, “It’s important to you and I’m really happy you got the role.” “Thanks. I mean, I probably wouldn’t have gotten it without you.” “Without me? I’m not the one who taught you how to act,” she laughed. “You believed in me whenever I was struggling.” “Oh, I mean, I wouldn’t really give myself that much credit,” she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She always did that, even when we were kids. “Again, it was all you.” “No, I don’t think you understand. You’re my best friend,” I said, reiterating a fact we both knew well, “And I’ve always needed someone like you to keep me going.”

The corners of her lips quirked up in a small smile, eyes drifting to the floor in what I assumed was modesty. I don’t think she’ll ever know how important she is to me, and I wonder if she thinks me just as important.

. . .

When the party ended, I made my rounds, saying goodbye to everyone and giving Auntie Joyce a big hug.

“You come visit us when you can, okay?” “I will.” “And bring your parents, too! We don’t see them that often.” “I’ll let them know, maybe we can all get together before I leave.” “Yes, please! Let us know!”

Like Leenie predicted, her mum sent me away with a small tupperware of adobo to eat in my last week in the UK, promising to cook more when I was done filming. Coming out with me, Leenie waited for my dad to pick me up, just like I’d always wait for her to get picked up at school.

“It’s not gonna be like this anymore, is it?” she asked, “You’re gonna have chauffeurs now, ready with limos stocked with beer and snacks for you.” “Nah, that’s not me, Leenie,” I replied, shaking my head and wrinkling my nose. I had no interest in fame, I just liked acting. “Well you can’t have sports cars, you can’t drive.” “I’ll learn…eventually,” I shrugged. “Right. Till then, I’ve gotta shuttle you around,” she said, craning her neck to look up at me and smile. I looked down and returned it, ever thankful that she was my friend. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, yeah?” I asked, slinging an arm around her shoulders and bringing her close. “Yeah,” she nodded, pausing for a moment as she broke eye contact with me and looked forward, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Dad came minutes later, rolling his window down to say hello to Leenie.

“Hey, Ari!” he called, smiling wide. “Hi, Tito Tim,” she waved. “Did Joyce give him leftovers again?” “Of course she did.” “Is there enough for me and your mum?” he asked, pointing the question to me. “No,” I answered immediately, shaking my head for good measure. “Of course not,” he laughed. “Listen, Ari, Linda and I were wondering if you’d like to come drop Fionn off at the train station, maybe get breakfast with us beforehand?” “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” she said, eyes going wide as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “You wouldn’t be intruding,” I said. “You wouldn’t, don’t be silly! You’re practically family. It’ll be great!” “Well, okay,” she conceded, fiddling with her fingers. “Great,” I sighed, giving her a hug, “I’ll see you then, Leenie.” “See you then, Fionny.”

I waved goodbye again before getting in the car, shouting farewells before my dad drove off and turned the corner.

“Sweet girl,” dad commented. “Dad, please, we’ve been over this—“ “I know, I know. You’re just friends. Just saying, Fionn, not everyone has a best friend like her.” “No, they don’t,” I said firmly, “And I’m very lucky that I do.”

He gave me a knowing glance, turning his head only slightly to look at me before focusing on the road again. He didn’t say anything else, so it seemed like he dropped the subject.

When we got to the house, he brought it up again as we sat in the garage, the lights of the car still on as we unbuckled our seat belts.

“Fionn,” he began, “I’m just saying, your career is taking off. Your mum and I couldn’t be more proud of you. But after that, it might be hard to find someone who likes you for you. And Ari knows you well and she’s very nice—“

“Dad,” I said, my head falling back against the headrest of passenger’s seat, “she’s my friend. That’s all she is. Nothing more. You think if I liked her I’d let it go on for this long without telling you? Or mum? Or Maisie? Or Hattie? Or Sonny?”

He sighs, knowing his argument is falling on deaf ears like it had been for years.

“We’re just friends, dad. That’s all we’ll be.”

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13 Songs

Thank you so much @panbangtan for thinking of tagging me!!!!

Ok so, I guess I’ll just give u guys 13 of my favorite songs! If you find it cringe, I’m sorry.

Also, just as a heads up, I pick a lot of my favorite songs because of their lyrical content. You’ll find my biggest reason for picking these songs is because I love what the melodies have to say. 

1. Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens 

∞ Honestly this song has just been all over my mind. It is a song from a movie, so the song makes more sense if you’ve watched the movie (Call Me By Your Name) and it’s such a great song. I think a lot of breakup songs today are just drowning in heteronormativity, so it’s really refreshing to see such a prevalent and pervasive topic like breakup finally appear in a gay perspective. Plus, the lyrics are beautiful. 

2. Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? - Amy Winehouse Cover 

∞ See usually I’m a sucker for songs with heavy symbolism and the the line between the metaphorical and lyrical blurs, but I love the honesty of the song. I think it reflects well the dominant feeling of anxiety the singer feels because they’re not sure if they love they’ve receive is one that will remain. The succinct delivery of the message I think just makes the song so enjoyable. 

3. Vincent - Don Mclean

∞ This song is essentially just a poem made into a song, like the illustration of the observations in the lyrics is amazing! It does a good job making parallels to the symbology of colors to the mental anguish Vincent Van Gogh experienced. 

4. I Don’t Love You - Urban Zakapa (Korean)

∞ For someone who listens to 90% Korean music, it’s pretty weird that this playlist has only one Korean song! But that’s because since I don’t understand Korean, I can’t appreciate its lyrical content. But in this song you can literally hear the heartbreak in the 3 vocalists. Just, chills! 

5. Yakap - Jake Zyrus Cover (Tagalog)

∞ Well this is a language that isn’t English that I can speak! I personally love this song because it really just paint the vision of a sitting-under-a-tree-watching-the-birds-chirping kind of blissful love. It makes me really feel dreamy and fuzzy and warm and wow! (If you listen to the song and are curious about the meaning of the words, ask me!)

6. Love Is A Losing Game - Amy Winehouse

∞ I like this song because of its structure. The words rhyme really well at the end of each line, and I really resonate with its negative outlook on love. I know, sounds depressing, but the song itself sounds happy? Almost as if the person has made peace with the fact that they can’t find a love that lasts? 

7. Sweet Architect - Emeli Sande

∞ i just love this song because of the poetic fashion in which Emeli delivers this song. She compares her past lover to God (Sweet Architect) and it really portrays well the emotional and psychological dependency she’s made with a man who just won’t be with her anymore. I think the accuracy of the metaphor is just really effective. 

8. Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ingrid Michelson Cover 

∞ This is my favorite song, as well as my friend (Joey’s) favorite song! Growing up with music, I really like songs with a lot of layers to it, but I actually like the simplicity of Ingrid’s take of this classic song. I think it brings this alternate paradigm of love where it can act as a calming force. I like the thought of that, I don’t know. 

9. Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You - Stevie Nicks

∞ Honestly I’m not even one hundred sure what this song is trying to convey, but it’s a fairly short and simple song. Nicks just asks the listener if anyone’s ever written anything for them. And I think she’s trying to ask if anyone’s bothered loving them before, and I’m not sure if my interpretation is accurate, but it sure does hit my heart. 

10. Turning Tables - Adele

∞ Adele is just up there for me. I like this song because in her album 21 (where this song is from) she sings a lot about a love gone sour, and mourning for its death. But this song gives off this bitterness, this anger, but also this feeling of resolution that really just goes to show her emotional growth. I love a strong independent woman. 

11. This Love - Taylor Swift 

∞ I love Taylor Swift, I don’t know I just feel like she knows how to make a hit song! But what I really like about this song is that it really plays with the idea that love has a cyclical nature, meaning that it doesn’t begin and end in a line. Rather, it comes and goes, coming back to you when it does. 

12. 27 - Fallout Boy 

∞ See usually I don’t do with pop (or pop rock) but I love this song! It’s about the 27 Club (for those of you who don’t know,, the 27 Club is the group of really successful singers who made it big but died at the untimely age of 27) and its allusions to addiction and the mental image the lyricist has about these stars is both beautiful but tragic. 

13. Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen

∞ Simply composition, beautiful song. It takes a concept like religion, specifically Christianity, and applies it to something human like a breakup. I think it shows how people really put the relationships they have to  God-like pedestal, and how the relationship almost becomes biblical to them because they’re so consumed by it, only to be left broken afterwards. I don't know, I like it.

Anyways! Those are my 13 songs!