#since someone already did hindi

[tiny-pteranodon]

हाओ

[thegatesofsilverandbone]

The move-in day buzzed with a blend of excitement and nerves as Ethan lugged his final box into his new dorm room. He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. He expected an empty room, but someone was already there—an athletic, wiry guy hunched over a pile of posters, grinning widely.

"Arjun, dude!" the guy exclaimed, hopping up with enthusiasm and giving Ethan a firm clap on the shoulder. "You finally made it!"

"Uh… actually, my name’s Ethan," he started, but something about the correction felt… off. It was like a word on the tip of his tongue, but it slipped further away the more he thought about it. He shrugged it off. Maybe he just had one of those faces. Or, maybe… had he told his roommate his name was Arjun as a joke?

"Right… Arjun," his roommate said, grinning as if sharing an inside joke. "I’m Wes. Roomie for the year!" He ran a hand through his wavy blonde hair, blue eyes shining with genuine warmth. Ethan—or, was it Arjun?—felt an odd pang of familiarity with Wes, as though they’d shared summers at the lake and late-night burrito runs.

Ethan shook his head to clear the fog and went about unpacking. Each time Wes would chat or call him over to look at something, he’d call him "Arjun," and each time, something about Ethan seemed to shift. The first time Wes asked, "Hey, Arjun, do you need a hand?" Ethan's skin prickled with an odd sensation. He didn’t notice it right away, but later, when he looked down, he realized his skin looked a little warmer in tone, more tanned than usual.

A slight tickle ran along his jaw as he unpacked, but he ignored it until he saw himself in the mirror hanging over his bed. He did a double-take. Light stubble—something he normally only needed to shave every couple of days—was peppering his jawline, and his usually pale complexion had a faintly bronzed hue to it. Weird, he thought, scratching at the whiskers, but they felt almost… right.

The more Wes called him "Arjun," the more that nickname sank in, like a melody he’d known all along. Later, as they went to grab pizza and Wes casually slung an arm around him, a sense of comfort rolled over him. This was his best friend, right? Wes had been with him through thick and thin since… Ethan hesitated. Since high school? Or… some other memory just out of reach.

They returned to the dorm and collapsed on the couch, laughing over shared stories—stories that, as Ethan recounted them, grew increasingly hazy and strange. In one moment, he could almost remember his childhood, but in the next, his memories blended with unfamiliar snippets of sunny afternoons, playing cricket with a group of friends back home, laughing and shouting in a language that felt native yet distant.

By the time Wes leaned back, nudging him and saying, "Gonna be a great year, huh, Arjun?" Ethan felt a warm confidence growing within him, a subtle buzz in his muscles. His shoulders felt broader, his chest a little thicker. He tugged at the hem of his shirt as it began to feel tighter around his frame. A sense of pride welled up in him, especially when Wes looked over with admiration.

After a long day, the two decided to settle in for the night. Ethan—or Arjun, as he now felt more and more like—caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth. His facial hair had thickened, covering his jaw in a more defined, dark stubble that highlighted his increasingly angular jawline. The golden blond hair he’d grown up with now had a richer, darker hue, hints of chestnut streaking through his curls. His arms had thickened too, adorned with a dusting of hair that matched the deeper, tawny tone of his skin.

When he glanced down, the words on his shirt looked unfamiliar. They were emblazoned in bright Hindi letters, and his heart beat a little faster with excitement. He slipped it off, catching sight of his reflection again. His torso, lean and athletic, was now dusted with a faint covering of dark hair, and his once-slight physique had taken on a more powerful, built look—still wiry, but clearly honed by hours in the gym.

“Arjun,” Wes’s voice called from the other side of the bathroom door. "Come on, man, hurry up, we gotta get some sleep. I’ve got plans for us tomorrow."

Arjun felt a thrill at the idea of tomorrow with Wes. They’d planned the year together, hadn’t they? As he washed up, memories of the two of them meeting over the summer at orientation flooded his mind: the instant connection, the shared laughs, and how they’d already been inseparable. They were more than just roommates, weren't they? The idea swirled through his mind as he joined Wes back in their room, a smile tugging at his lips.

Laying in bed, he replayed their conversations from the day, his heart beating a little faster. His mind drifted to Wes’s athletic frame, the way his blonde hair caught the light, his easygoing, dopey laugh. He was lucky—so incredibly lucky—to room with his best friend, his boyfriend. Why had he been so nervous earlier?

Arjun drifted off to sleep, his mind full of the memories they’d make this year, two souls growing closer than ever. And as he slept, the final remnants of Ethan faded, replaced by Arjun’s hopes for a year filled with laughter, love, and countless moments with Wes, his boyfriend.

[narcjsistx]

Good morning/afternoon/evening/night! I hope you're doing well<3 sorry for bothering you but can you do big brother Izana headcanons? Like what if Reader was getting bullied, what would Izana do?

HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day 🤎 and thx for the support!

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Izana Kurokawa as a big brother HCS ᡣ𐭩

To say he is possessive of you is an understatement. You are literally his last piece of biological family, he would never let you go anywhere without him or at most Kakucho

You are literally one of the most protected people in the world. I don't think anyone wants to mess with Izana Kurokawa and his younger sister, so bullying doesn't even remotely exist for you. In case there was someone who even dared to say something against you, well, this someone no longer exists. Murdered or suicide? Only Izana knows...

During the time in the orphanage with Kakucho and you, Izana often joked that sooner or later you would fall in love with Kakucho and abandon him. Paradoxically, for him Kakucho would be the only one who would leave you having half the problems he would have with someone he doesn't know. He knows how loyal you are to him and so you would still be protected

You are the vice captain of the Tenjiku. No matter your skills, whether you're great or terrible at fighting, the role is yours regardless. You are also called "the queen of Tenjiku" since you are the last girl, but since Izana is now known as "the king" you don't really like this nickname they gave you

Kind of brother who shows his love with pats on the head: it's a gesture that you've been doing since you were a child, and it remained until you grew up. We know that him is not the exact representation of contact for love, but this gesture moves him a lot

As a child he did everything, AND I MEAN EVERYTHING, to get you adopted. He wanted you to end up better than him since he already knew where he would end up, so he often intruded on visiting parents by pointing out that you were a lovely little girl. He even sent a letter to the director of the orphanage threatening him that if he didn't find you a family he would scratch his car

At first, he was afraid to let you meet Shinichiro. He thought you would become as fond of him as he did and that Shinichiro would become your favorite brother and not him. He only realized it was bullshit some time later, realizing that you too needed to have someone else in your family besides him. So yes, as children it often happened that all 3 of us went out together

He talks about you by the nickname "Bunso", which means "sister" in Tagalog. Since you were a child you have tried to learn your native language, and in the end, despite not living in the Philippines, you managed to have a good level of the language. It often happens that to communicate things in code with each other you speak in front of others using this language. Often at Tenjiku meetings Shion says something annoying, you turn to Izana and say "Ang tanga-tanga naman nito. Hindi ko nga alam bakit nandito pa siya" —> "This guy is infinitely stupid. I wonder why he's still among us". Shion laughed more than a few times thinking you were paying him a compliment

[jopetkasi]

first of all, i want to apologize for the rants yesterday. I am sorry.

I was hurt not because of the ex but more so of the ruined friendship. Chardy was my childhood friend. He is family to me and remains so. but what he did hurt me.

but then i realized this was perhaps a lesson for me, since as you all know, I also had my share of hurting people in the past. like for example how I kept a secret relationship with the husband of another friend and kept it so discreet until the friend found out and was shattered.

i asked to be forgiven but i know she will never consider that and I totally understand. until after a couple of years, we chanced upon each other at a supermarket. i was just there standing, petrified and afraid of what she would do to me.

instead of the shouting match i was already predicting, she approached and hugged me.

"masakit yung ginawa nyo jopet and i will always hate you for it. but I forgive you"

that day liberated me from the burden of guilt and her from seething anger towards me.

but then like all confessed sins, forgiveness requires restitution or what we call in tagalog "bayad sala" in order to move on.

and yesterday, i felt that was part of my "bayad sala" because now I know how painful it was to be betrayed by someone close to you.

i say "part" because i know i still have alot of pagbabayad to do given I did a lot of foolish things in the past. to others, my family, and even myself.

today, i was not really in the mood to work - aside from hurting, my eyesight is getting blurry. must be the new glasses? could it be stress? i dunno? thankfully, the new guy who is now my constant meal companion came around and we had brunch.

and i told him everything about me. the few good things and the multitude of sins I committed. at least, mas mabuti na mas maaga makilala nya ako.

me: hindi ka ba nandidiri sa akin? or maiilang?

new guy: hindi.

me: bakit parang wala kang reaction...(at this point i was expecting validation or that he comforts me but nothing)

new guy: tapos na yung mga episode na yun eh. let the dead bury the dead. ang importante magkasama tayo.

and just like that, i had my slice of cake and he kissed my forehead like he always does.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

If Yves's darling wanted to know more about say his family or childhood or something how would it go? Honestly just an excuse to hear some of his backstory since he's basically an enigma, not even for just to solve the mystery, but because some would love to know about their significant other, no? Hope this makes sense

Yves will go around in circles, seemingly teasing you with little bits of lore but never truly divulging anything. He's vague and the information he gives out is that you already deduced. If you pay attention carefully, there's always something distracting you from hearing about his past. Be it an advert for your favorite TV or animated series, you suddenly got so bored, a friend or family member called for you, being paged for work, and so on.

It's not that he has something nefarious to hide. Yves just didn't see the need for you to know.

And... dear god, does he hate being reminded that he is old. Bless his ancestors for letting him win the jackpot of genetics, but it still does change the fact that he is ancient. He knows, logically, there isn't anything wrong with it. Wisdom comes with maturation and Yves is still privileged enough to have the peak physique of a man in his mid-twenties.

You think he is around your age. Definitely a couple years older with his mannerisms and attitude toward life. But you are sorely mistaken, whatever age you thought he was, he is much older. Much, much older. And it is something he doesn't like people knowing. Don't you know it's rude to ask a gentleman his age?

You thought you had him when you saw his identity card. 34. He is still the sexiest, most desired man you ever met in your life. 34 doesn't seem like anything out of the blue. He is financially stable, he has a strong sense of self, he knows way more than you can imagine and he has a sharp, rapid-spin mind. You quizzed him about it, what Yves did was snatch his card away from you and give you a light scolding for going through his personal items when he claimed to never have gone through yours.

Maybe you felt guilty, maybe you didn't. But both of you agreed to not rummage through each other's private belongings. So this is a boundary broken.

He really doesn't have a last name. His identity card simply displayed Yves. He walked away before you could grill him about it, refusing to talk to you because of this perceived disrespect.

You tried to do some more sleuthing. Hours and hours of work and you came up with... nothing. There is nothing on this man you can find or confirm. The only Yves you can find is the Luxury fashion brand or its etymology.

You gave up. It's not like he is mistreating you or putting your life in danger. Yves feels like someone a bit too good to be true, but what can you gain from departing from bliss? You thought he probably had a dark past he was trying to amend. Maybe it is just too painful for him to reiterate his major life events, maybe it's best to not press further.

Sighing, it's time to apologize to him. And so, you did, shamefully hanging your head low and muttering apologies to your boyfriend. You found him in his office reading a binder full of papers in a language you cannot understand. Be it French, Chinese, Hindi etcetera, you're not at all fluent in that.

He forgave you. Removing his reading glasses before setting them down on his Mahogany desk, smiling and inviting you into a hug. You don't really care at this point, he feels nice and warm, protecting you against the suddenly chilly air biting your skin.

It's such a shame that you're too illiterate to read his literal autobiography, his own detailed research dossier, right under your nose. You can't see it, but Yves is staring at his records from the corner of his eyes while rubbing your back up and down.

It must be aging. He's getting sloppier. You shouldn't be in the same room as that binder. Yet, here you are. Mere inches away.

Once you had enough of cuddling for the time being, you excused yourself and left him in his office to do his thing. Yves heaved a sigh before shutting his classified documents. Something peaked out from between pages. Something hard, flat, and rectangular. Like a certain government-issued card.

He pulled it out to see what it was. Immediately after, he pushed it back in. Yves silently picked the heap up and tidied after himself.

If only you had moved a little more erratically, if only you had been more 'excited' to see him that you would flail your arms around, you would have knocked it out of there and into the open.

You would have then discovered that he was also 34 on his 1st birthday.

[moonbread123-wattpad]

The Red Means I Love You

TW: death, murder, yandere themes. New charcters (from my wattpad fanfiction- Abhishta, Y/n's Indian best friend; Alex- Y/n's twin brother, Abhishta's lover or suitor), some use of hindi.

Type: fluff + angst

Pairing: Yandere!Harry Potter x Indian!fem!reader

Year: Sixth year

Summary: A mysterious murder has been discovereed on the Hogwarts express, and the culprit may be closer than expected...

Feel free to leave comments, I love reading them

Y/n was running along the corridor with her owl and trunk, looking for Abhishta, when she found Harry and was soon absorbed in a  conversation with him. Or rather, she ranted on about random things while he listened intently, with his lopsided grin. The grin which always sent butterflies flying in her stomach.

Suddenly, a tall boy ran into her, knocking her off her feet. And as cliché, as it sounds, Harry caught her under her arm, breaking her fall. He was yelling at the boy, and Y/n realized his hands were balled into fists.

'Harry' the girl said to divert his attention.

'Yeah?' he said, all his attention suddenly fixed on her.

'I need to look for Abhishta.'

His face looked bitter for a second. As though the idea offended him.

'I saw her a few compartments down. I'll show you.'

As she entered the said compartment, Abhishta caught sight of the boy and grinned knowingly.

'Thanks, Harry!' Y/n said to the boy and turned to Abhishta 'No' she added blankly.

'You know it's true.'

'Just because it was true for you doesn't mean it's true for me.'

'He's my future jijoo until I'm proven wrong.'

---

'Look behind you' Abhishta said.

Y/n did as told and saw Harry smiling at her from outside the compartment.

'I think you should meet him.'

Y/n sighed. 'Do not tease me when I'm back' she mumbled and walked, out shutting the door behind her.

The boy smiled 'I got you some food' he said, handing her a bag. He was already in his robes. His clothes were in his hands. Blue shirt, red sweatpants- wait, weren't they grey?

'Thank you' She replied. She looked into his emerald/blue eyes. Harry tucked a flyaway hair behind her ear. A soft wolf whistle sounded somewhere (or rather a hoot since Abhishta couldn't whistle). There was a silent agreement: this would never be spoken of. 'You didn't have to.'

'I was passing by so I thought I would.'

Silence.

'See you around then?'

'I'd like that.'

Y/n entered the compartment.

'What are you wearing? On your wrist?'

'A bracelet. Harry gave it to  me. On my birthday last year.'

The other girl faked a look of anger.

'The profanities I could hurl at you right now are countless. I've won the bet for a whole seven months and three days.'

'Just because I'm wearing his bracelet does not mean I like him.'

There was a sudden commotion outside. A scream. A few more yelps, shrieks and gasps, footsteps running down the corridor. Y/n looked outside. A group of people was huddled around the washrooms.

'What's going on?' She asked.

'I really don't know...'

---

At the Great Hall, a rumor spread like wildfire the next day.

Someone was murdered in the train washrooms. A boy with curly hair. He was found killed in a muggle way. His throat was almost slit. There were multiple stab wounds. He put up a fight, judging from the fact that his wand was in his hand, albeit half of it was blown away. There was a muffling charm on that stall. It seemed to be a slow, painful death.

Y/n and Abhishta were walking to the library after breakfast.

'Y/n!' Harry's voice called.

'Good morning,' he smiled as he caught up.

She chuckled 'You came here just to greet me?'

'Well, no. Do we have any classes together?'

'Potions.'

Alex appeared suddenly.

'May I borrow your friend?' He asked Y/n.

'I'm busy I-' the other girl started.

'Thanks', he said as he whisked her away.

'The fuck boy-', she protested.

And Y/n was left with Harry.

'I think we should walk to class together' Harry said.

'Why?'

'I noticed some boys look at you when you laugh. You know how boys are.'

Did he just say he finds her laugh attractive? 'You're a boy.'

'I'm not like them.' 

A boy ran up to them.

'Y/n L/n?'

'That's me.'

'Madam Pince tells me you have a spare key to the restricted section-' he pulled out a note 'Can you accompany me?'

'I'm a little busy for now, sorry.'

'Surely you  can make some time?'

'She can't, didn't you hear her?' Harry snapped.

'Harry it's okay', Y/n said, startled. 'It's just accompanying him to the library', she said as she handed her the key and he stalked off, muttering something.

How could he steal her from him? How could he dare to take her away?

Y/n suddenly realized. Curly hair... The boy who pushed her on the train...

She grabbed Harry's wrist. His eyes widened and his face became flushed.

'Harry... did you kill the boy?'

'Why would I?'

His pulse increases. A flicker of... something came over his face. A manic glint. His face twisted in a sickening grin. Y/n noticed they were alone. Somehow she hadn't noticed where they had wandered. This wasn't Harry. This wasn't the boy who'd skip stones with her. The awkward yet sarcastic boy whose smile sent butterflies in her stomach. This wasn't him.

'Why would I, Y/n?' He repeated, with a voice of deadly calm. His eyes now half-closed, as though finding this amusing.

A hand extracting a blood-stained knife from his robes.

They could stay together now.

Forever.

[wordssricochet]

i hate my dad. i absolutely despise him. you know what? i might as well expose his secrets that i know in here because i honestly trust strangers on the internet more than my own family.

1. he watches porn. like, not CP. but honestly disgusting porn. like, watching it is already disgusting, but watching those "babysitter" prn vids?? get a hold of yourself, you're 55. how did i know? he got a new phone and i got his old one (which is new also, stop wasting money.)

2. he's cheating on my mom. i honestly expected him to cheat on my mom, because he had 2 wives before her. i already know he was going to cheat but it still hurt. i found out because he was driving me to school and i was sitting behind the driver's seat and i saw him texting a girl (that looks like she's in her mid 30s), and he's sending cringe emojis and sh and pretty sure he calls her "honey" or something lmao. i don't have the heart to tell my mom because she genuinely seems happy and she doesn't have work. and also because i don't have enough proof.

3. he's possessive of my mother. he keeps getting mad at dudes for even glancing at my mom. my mom gave her phone password to him because my dad is always suspicious of something (even though he's literally the one cheating lmao). my mom knows her worth, i overheard her multiple times before telling my auntie that if my 'dad' ever fucks up, she's leaving him, no second thoughts.

4. he's spoiling my 5 year old brother. i legit cried hours earlier because my brother keeps stealing my hotwheels (that my best friend gave btw). my dad said "ibigay mo nalang kay (brother's name) 'yan, hindi mo naman paglalaruan 'yan eh." please translate it yourself. the hotwheels is very important to me. my best friend gave it before he leaves school. plus, obviously i won't play with it, but i won't give it to my brother because its MINE. MY friend gave it to ME. the car is actually meaningful to me, to my brother it's just a car. plus, since you love my brother so much, why won't you buy him his own hotwheel? you just hate me that much, huh?

5. he said that i'm gonna have a family eventually. like no, dude. i scoffed at him the first time he said it, and he replied "ano? magpapakasal ka rin naman e, hindi pwedeng hindi ka magpakasal. " like bro?? stfu?? i don't wanna get married what the hell is wrong with you. so you're saying that i don't get to decide whether i'll get married or not? get a grip. the only reason why i don't want to get married is that i'm scared that i'll marry someone like him😬. like ew bruh.

so yeah, my father is a bad person, just a silly rant.

ANYWAY, I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE DPS WEEK!! :pp

[anyalovesu]

tolerate it.

ix. i know my love should be celebrated

— “but then, i also changed. probably more than he did. leon was meeting a stranger more than i was when i met him again after four years.”

“Hindi pa ako ready umuwi,” Eli sighed, hugging Leo closer as they sat on the warm sand watching the waves crash to the shore under a tree shade. “Ikaw, bubs? Gusto mo na ba umuwi si Ninang?” 

The toddler babbled, wobbling as he tried to stand up by holding onto Eli’s shoulders. “No, ‘wi ninam.”

“Oh, ayaw daw,” Leon laughed, caressing the back of his head as the kid chuckled, proud of himself for what he just said. “P’wede namang hindi muna. Anak ka ng may-ari, Eli. You can virtually do anything you want.”

“Dadami ang gagawin ni Ynes if I don’t go back sa city agad,” Eli replied, dejected that she had no choice but to go back. “Sinalo na nga ni kuya ang mga gawain ko this week.”

“You can afford to lose more days, Eli,” he sighed beside her. “Hindi gugunaw ang mundo kung hindi ka makakapagtrabaho ng isang linggo.”

“I know that. I just don’t want to be an inconvenience sa office, they’re already taking up too much work for me dahil ang dami kong ginagawa outside of work. Nakakahiya nang dagdagan pa ‘yon.” 

“Hanggang kailan mo sasabihin ‘yan? Paano kapag may anak na tayo? Or may emergency?”

It took a while before Elijah got to respond to that with something snide like she usually would. She doesn’t know why it still shocks her to hear Leon say the most out of pocket shit she’s ever heard but it does. It’s Leon! He’ll always speak before he thinks. This time it wasn’t something weird though. 

Kids. With Leon.

The idea of it did not seem repulsive. Especially after seeing Leon play with Leo all day, how gentle he was and how caring he seemed looking after a dependent child, it didn’t trigger her like it did when her papa brought it up the first time. After all, much like her to Cielo, Leon basically raised Bianca as well. He was bound to be great with kids in one way or another.

However, all thoughts aside, Eli chose to take it lightly as he intended it to be.

“What makes you think I’ll let you knock me up, ha?” Eli laughed at him, playfully hitting his arm.

That flustered Leon. He didn’t think of that when he said it. “Situation kasi ‘yon!” He tried to defend himself but his face had already turned a shade of crimson to even think of a way out of the hole he dug himself. “Ito! Ang dumi dumi mo!”

“Ako pa? You were the one who brought it up!”

“Hindi naman nga kasi ‘yon ang ibig sabihin ko!”

“And I was just asking!”

Leon never thought of it before. Having to be that kind of intimate with Eli was something that might’ve crossed his mind when he was a horny teenager, but he has conditioned himself to think that was just plain wrong—and that’s how it’s been. Since then, it has never crossed his mind to wonder what her lips would taste like, or how they would feel against his, or how her cheek would feel like when he would hold her face while they’re at it—maybe even how the rest of her body would feel like when they are both hot and bothered. He didn’t think of it.

Or so he thought.

His mouth forms an ‘O’ when he realized that he does know now what half of that felt like—what her lips would taste like, how it feels—how her cheek would feel when he holds her while they’re at it.

And now he craves it again. 

He can’t help but stare at her smiling face, so peaceful for someone who’s been through a lot—he cannot believe it’s bothering him right now that he’s thinking of things that he wants to do if they do end up in that situation. It did not help at all that she’s never looked more unreal than right now, when she’s holding Leo like she probably would if it was their own child.

God. He was stupid to pretend that it was just a “situation”. He did want to have a family with her, raise three kids probably, like both of them had in their own families. He wants to see her teaching their kids to paint like she does so effortlessly—or play guitar, or sing, or play bewitching classical pieces on the piano. He wanted to have kids with her, build a family that wasn’t too far from how they were raised, but different at the same time, because this time they will be there for their children unlike their parents were.

“Do you want to have kids?” she blurted out, snapping him out of his trance. He looked at her fondly… he has never said ‘yes’ to a question that quick before. He was sure of it. 

“Ikaw pa rin naman ang masusunod, katawan mo ‘yan eh,” he added, unfolding his arms from his chest to help Leo walk over to him from where he was sitting in front of Eli. “Pero kung ako ang magdadala ng mga bata, yes, gusto ko magka-anak. Ikaw ba?”

“Mga?!”

“Three, para parang kami nila Kuya and kayo nila Kuya Santi,” he chuckled. “Ang saya kaya maging middle child. So underrated.”

“Favorite ka kasi,” she snorted.

“Favorite ka rin naman ni Tito Zaldy at ni Myla, ah?”

“Only when he knows he’s done something wrong,” Eli sighed, feeling the sadness dawn over her again after her mind flew back to their texts this morning. “Only then maalala na n’ya na he has to make it up with me, give me something as consolation. Alam mo naman na ‘yon, hindi ka naman ibang tao. Your parents were there for me more than mine were— pero mine were very involved  in Kuya Santi’s and Cielo’s life.

“And Myla has passed already,” she continued, “Wala nang may favorite sa akin. But that’s fine. I can do well naman on my own. I’ve survived 22—fuck 23 na—23 years, nakaya ko naman— well, you were there for most of it, the past four years lang hindi. Pero I’ve done well naman. I’m proud of myself for that.”

“I’m proud of you rin dahil doon,” Leon smiled at her, a soft one, feeling his heart soften as well upon seeing how much Eli has grown in the last four years. Her growth might’ve been headed away from him, but she grew—on her own for that matter. That’s a big thing.

“Nak! Luto na ang pagkain, baka gabihin pa kayo ng uwi! Halina kayo rito!”

Leon was once broken out of his trace when Dolores called from the house, making the both of them stand up, Leon picking up Leo as the child clung to him while they walked back to the house.

They met Rico and Malaya, Leo’s parents, inside of the house. Apparently, Malaya came home early from her day job as a stay-in house helper in the nearby town and managed to help Dolores cook the feast that was in front of them right now. 

Malaya could not help but gush at how her baby’s name was co-incidentally was a play of both Leon and Eli’s name. Now, the ongoing joke that Eli wants to be Leo’s godmother might actually come to life, as they are now invited to Leo’s christening a few weeks after their own wedding. 

“Matagal na kayo?” Malaya asked her as they stood on the sink, while washing the dishes. “Nababanggit kayo sa amin ni Tita pero hindi pa po kita nakikilala sa personal.”

“Girl, magkasing edad tayo, drop the po,” Eli chuckled at her as she glanced back to Leon who’s bringing down their bags from their separate rooms, contemplating whether she should tell Malaya the truth. Mamay hasn't told her yet, that’s why she’s asking. Maybe it was for the better than some people would not know the entire thing. That being said, Eli decides to tell her the same half truth that she told her wedding organizers, “Ngayong taon lang. Pero magkababata kami.”

“Ang cute naman noon,” she giggled. “Paano n’yo nafigure out na gusto n’yo na magpakasal?”

Pinilit kasi kami. She wanted to say but did not have the guts to.

“When you know you know,” Eli told her. “Ganoon rin siguro kayo ni Rico? Ang bata n’yo rin nagpakasal.”

“Nagkaroon na rin po kasi ng Leo,” she smiled. “Hirap rin pala nang nauna si Leo. Kinailangan kong tumigil sa pagaaral para magtrabaho para sa anak ko, hindi kasi kaya ng sweldo ni Rico ang mga gastusin para kay Leo. Isang taon nalang sana sa Interior Design kaso hindi talaga kaya. Hindi nga pala tayo bubuhayin ng pagmamahal lang. Nakakahiya po kay Ma’am Carmine. Lola n’yo po kasi ang nagpapaaral sa akin. Nagiwan po ng pera ang Lola n’yo na sapat hanggang sa makagraduate ako, tininabi ko nalang muna. Para makapag tuloy pa  rin ako kapag ka medyo hindi na ganoon kagastos si Leo.”

Elijah never had that kind of problem. She had the money, but rarely ever had love. Not from her parents, especially now that the love that used to come from Isaac no longer feels real at all. Everything seemed solvable by money but her need to be loved.

“Kayo ga? Kabata n’yo pa rin!” She asked.

Eli thinks back to the time during highschool when she realized that there’s no one in this world that will get her like Leon ever will. No one will ever memorize her algorithms and mishaps like he will. At one point Leon even jokes, a classic one from the books, that if by the time they reach the age of 30 and they still didn’t have partners, they would consider getting married for the money. But that’s what it is now. At 23, getting married for the money. Though the money isn’t for them, really. It was for the hotel that their family businesses were trying to expand to Cebu.

“Siguro hindi ko lang rin talaga nakikita na iba ang makakasama ko for that matter. It’s always been me and Leon,” Eli replied. “His parents were already mine too long before all these. Siguro alam na rin talaga sa amin na noon palang dito rin kami matatapos.”

“Cute,” she giggled again, finishing rinsing the last plate on the sink.

“Eli!” As if on cue, Leon enters the kitchen with Leo clinging to him while he sits on his hip. “Magba-bye na daw ang baby!”

Eli smiles at him fondly, removing her apron before taking Leo into her arms. “Will you miss Ninang, my love?”

The little boy nodded eagerly, tears forming in his eyes as he realized that Eli and Leon were about to leave. “Magiging mabuti siguro kayong magulang ano?” Malaya smiled at them as she wiped the tears from her son’s face. 

“Update us about the binyag, we’ll be there, Malaya. Okay?”

“Sure po–” she was cut off by Leo suddenly wailing reaching her for her. “Ay nako, ang bata na ‘yan. Uuwi naman si Ninang at Ninong uli!”

“We’ll be back okay?” Leon chuckled at him, kissing the top of his head since he could not bother moving from where he buried his head on Malaya’s neck. “Babalik kami ni Ninang Eli, Leo.”

But Leo only ended up crying more.

“He’s gonna cry himself to sleep,” Eli laughed as she caressed his head one more time before tugging at Leon’s shirt. “Iiyak ‘yan lalo kapag nagising uli at andito pa tayo.”

“Ang dami nyo pong alam sa mga bata ano?”

“Kailangan alagaan ang mga bunso eh,” Leon chuckled. 

“Ah! Kapatid n’yo nga pala po si Bianca Park ano? Yung nasa commercial ng SM?”

Leon felt his heart swell upon the fact that his own little sister has really made a name for herself just from her own hard work. He nodded proudly at Malaya. 

“Tuwang tuwa si Leo palagi kapag nakikita n’ya ang commercial na ‘yon!”

“Isasama namin next time,” Leon smiled at her.

-

“You said I didn’t know why you were going home kahapon noong nagpipilit ako sumama,” Leon mumbled as they sat in the afternoon traffic sa Tagaytay, enjoying the warm pink skies of the afternoon in Tagaytay as they drove home. “Did you really think makakalimutan ko na magbbirthday ka?”

Elijah just looked at him, shocked that he was bringing it up. Truth be told, Leon has been thinking of asking that before they even reached Batangas yesterday, but she seemed too distraught with the news with Isaac. He feared he’d add more salt to the wound if he asked, so he held back. 

“I celebrated your existence from the very beginning. For 19 years of your life, I have been there, Ellie. Did you think it didn’t matter to me?” Leon continued upon realizing that Eli wasn’t doing anything to defend herself. It was very Elijah to let everyone critique her and she’d just sit there, allowing people to just point out everything wrong with her. “I mean, you have every right to assume na hindi ko maaalala. To be fair, apat na taon rin akong wala. That’s on me. But I remembered your birthday doon sa mga taon na wala ako. And I’m here now. Hindi ko makakalimutan ‘yon.”

“I just didn’t think it was worth celebrating,” Eli replied honestly. “It’s just another day. Actually, it’s surprising they’re throwing a dinner party for me. I suppose you got the email rin kaninang tanghali? I found it out kela Ynes, earlier bago nila sabihin sa akin through our family groupchat. Funny. All of a sudden, probably because I was an instrument to the company’s expansion, mahalaga na ako. I was worth celebrating na. Besides, I’ve celebrated it with Myla ever since.”

“And me,” he mumbled quietly. “You should be celebrated, Ellie. You deserve that more than you want to admit.”

The car ride was quiet as they let the soft love song play on Elijah’s shuffle playlist. It wasn’t too long until she was peacefully sleeping on the passenger seat with her blanket and neck pillow comfortably wrapped around her. Leon couldn’t help but steal quick glances whenever they stopped at a red light to admire the calmness beside him. 

That was the same woman he slept next to last night but of course she wouldn’t remember that. She slept too well and deeply from how she sobbed until she basically passed out. He knew she only remembered that she fell asleep next to him like they used to and thought he’d gotten up when she was asleep. 

But Leon remembers everything, even the tone of her breathing and the pace of his own heart beating as it slows down from its frenzy when she laid her head on his chest while she cried. Every single detail about that night haunted him in the most beautiful way because he doesn’t know when he’ll ever get to feel that comfortable again now that they are returning to their normal lives. 

Will she stay up late in the office again? Avoid him like she did the past few weeks before yesterday? Pretend like he doesn’t exist again?

—

“Are you okay?” Leon asked, reaching for her hand under the table, leaning closer just so she would hear him properly. Her hands were clammy and cold, shaky even—that alone is enough to confirm that she isn’t feeling very well with the entire situation back in the Yang Residence, but he still wanted to hear from her that she wanted help.

Leon’s heart breaks at the small head shade that she gave, squeezing his hand slightly, feeling her manicured nails dig lightly on the back of his palms. “A bit on edge, sorry.”

Truth be told, she was just waiting for things to get worse. Waiting for an uninsured announcement that's gonna make her life even more complicated than it is like the last dinner party that happened. The time is dragging by so slow and they just wouldn’t announce it right away. Elijah was sitting on the edge of her seat waiting for it, just so she could say that she was ready to hear another one of her parents’ absurd ideas.

“Alis muna tayo or kayo nalang muna ni Ynes?” He asked, though he very much hoped that she would pick him and to his surprise, she agreed to go with him. 

He then composes himself and glances at the dragon on the table, Soren Yang, politely, and smiles at him. Soren, much too immersed his delight that his daughter and Leon are doing well with each other, raised his eyebrows in the same polite manner, and asked why. “Medyo masama po ang pakiramdam, magpapahangin po muna.”

Soren nodded, “No problem, dear. Be back though, isserve na yung dessert in while.”

Leon offers stands up, tall and composed before helping Eli up as well. Everyone coos at the sight. “Aye! Protection okay? Hindi si Eli ang dessert!” Tobi playfully chuckles, making Bia, who is sitting next to him, slap his shoulder. “Ang bastos ng bibig mo, okay? Nasa harap ka ng pagkain!”

Everyone giggles at Bianca, their attention shifting on the young girl and how good her table manners are—how good she was raised. Elijah cannot help it, but she sees herself so much in Bianca. It then reminds her of why this marriage must be done. If it’s not her, it’s gonna be Bianca or Cielo or either of their brothers.  It would ruin her to think that she allowed for that to happen.

“Hinga muna,” Leon smiled at her as soon as they reached the garden, the both of them sitting on the swing of their old playset.

Oh, that old playset. Countless memories of the both of them knocking each other out of the swing whenever the other pushed too hard. All the scrapes and bruises they had as children, most of them were because of this exact playset.

Now they’re all grown. Set to marry in a few weeks or so.

Despite Leon’s reminder, Elijah only finds it harder to breathe as she looks around reminiscing everything they did here as children. They were no longer children anymore.

“Hala s’ya,” Leon worriedly stands up and walks over to where Elijah was sitting, beginning to hyperventilate. “Tayo ka.”

Elijah knows that method too well, where Leon was going to hug her as tight as he could until the pressure signals to her brain that she is safe and nothing wrong is going to happen. “Bilang ka hanggang 12 tas pabalik.”

It always worked with Leon, without fail. But no one else was able to do it besides him. Not even her own brothers or any of her girl friends were able to successfully do it. They always resorted to just frantically searching for her rescue inhaler to help with her attacks 

“It’s not gonna work,” Eli managed to argue while her hand was curling up on the skirt of her dress as she desperately tried to regulate her breathing on her own but it only got worse with every passing second. Her own heartbeat was flooding her ears and her senses were beginning to cloud, only focusing on the fact that something might happen.

“Sumunod ka nalang muna, for once okay? Tigas ng ulo mo kahit kelan,” Leon sighed, pulling her up by her sides before engulfing her in a tight hug. “Bilang,” he orders, which Elijah does in her mind, but instead of counting to 12 and back like she was asked to, she found herself counting the steady beats of Leon’s heart instead, distracting her from the thumps of her own heart.

“Ang hirap mo kalingain, Elijah,” he sighed. “Kailangan makipagaway sa’yo palagi para magpaalaga ka. Hindi naman p’wedeng ganoon. Palagi tayong magaaway kung palagi kang gan’yan.”

“Nakakapikon ka naman kasi talaga.”

“Touche,” he chuckled softly, still maintaining his tight hold on her. “But that’s how I am dati palang. It’s not gonna be Leon if I don’t piss you off.”

Bits of Leon still lingered, she thought. She was so consumed by the fact that it was Leon who walked away first that she didn’t get to see that Leon was still Leon when he was with her and it took him quicker to adjust than she did. Maybe she played the victim to well to notice that Leon was having a hard time with her too and it wasn’t just her.

Nawalan rin si Leon. 

Unlike her, Leon lost Margot. The goddess herself. The most ideal woman that Elijah has probably met in her entire life. Margot was a lot to lose. 

And Isaac, he probably was just waiting for the perfect moment to break it up with her and be with Louisse. Someone who understood him better than Elijah ever will. Someone who never complains that he’s too busy, because they are busy together. 

But that’s besides the point. Leon was still Leon. Eli was the one who changed so much. So much that what used to be normal did not feel normal anymore to the point that Leon did not seem like Leon anymore. Leon wasn’t the stranger she thought he was in the beginning. She was the stranger meeting Leon again and not the other way around.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out, eyes spaced out as she continued listening to his heartbeat like her life depended on it, breaths finally getting lighter and slowed down.

“For what?”

“For being a terrible person these past few weeks– the past month,” Elijah sighed, closing her eyes as she tried to maintain the calm breaths when she found a lump in her throat when she tried to explain. “This is hard for you rin. I was just really heartbroken that my life was being meddled with nanaman—but it’s not a good reason for being an asshole—for not coming home for dinners, for leaving you before you’re up—”

“It’s okay, Eli,” Leon mumbles before kissing the top of her head. “I understand.”

“Kahit na.”

“I’m forgiving you,” he replied. “I was an asshole rin for leaving you before and making you think na I’m always going to do that. Quits na tayo. Kailangan mo nang patawarin rin ang sarili mo.”

Elijah looks up at him. Leon's heart quickens its pace, Elijah can hear it but it doesn’t make her heart thump like it did a few minutes ago. Leon stares at the soft features of her face, especially her glossed over eyes, as she looks up at him fondly.

“Iiyak ka nanaman,” he chuckled, pressing a firm kiss on her forehead. “Iyakin.”

“Ikaw rin naman,” Elijah playfully hits his chest to retaliate even though it was true. She was a crybaby. They used to joke when they were kids that Elijah’s first response to everything is to get overwhelmed and cry. But her emotionality ultimately made her the great artist that she is right now. Sheer talent and the ability to project emotion to art, apparently was a favorable trait to have, she learned from the past art conventions that she has joined. “Umiiyak ka na rin e!”

“Napuwing ako,” he joked, reaching up to wipe the forming tears on the corner of her eye. “Puwing lang ‘yon. Tunay ‘yung iyo oh.”

“Tama ka na,” she laughed, finally finding her arms wrapping around Leon, returning his embrace that has loosened now into a hug instead of a squeeze for deep pressure. “Either way, I just wanted to say na I missed getting to talk to you like this. I’m sorry I changed a lot.”

“You grew, Ruby,” Leon replied to her. “Maybe hindi patangkad, but you grew. Maybe not in the same direction as I did, as everyone else did. But you grew. At your own pace. In the way that you wanted to. ‘Yun ang mahalaga. And dapat cinecelebrate ang mga ganoong bagay, hindi inihihingi ng patawad.”

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[strawberryancake]

yjw as your friend in public fubu in private lol (who loves to give you intense pleasure) (you’re his pillow princess atp) ㅋㅋㅋ)

tags: smut, foreplay, f/m, pov, read at your own risk!, no pene (yet) lmao

written in taglish

You are so annoyed. Pikon na pikon ka kay Jungwon. Kulang na lang murahin mo siya sa sobrang inis mo sa kanya.

Annoyed because Jungwon, someone you are in a talking stage or situationship with, ignored the hell out of your shit since yesterday.

Despite every little papansin you did, or bugging him via text or call, not even once did the guy respond. Nagawa ka pa nga nitong irapan kanina bago umuwi pagkatapos ng klase.

And it did not help that you and Jungwon belong in the same friend group—who are all clueless about the shits you do behind their backs, by the way.

Now that they are inviting everyone over because of Heeseung’s birthday bash in his house, you already know what you should do.

Jungwon is famous in your university. First year pa lang, laman na siya ng school paper dahil sa angking talino nito—kaliwa’t kanang patimpalak na ang nasalihan niya, not to mention how he has been serving the entire studentry since his freshman year.

“Ano? Ganyan ka na lang?”

Your friend, Isa, asked you after checking you out. Dahil biglaan din ang pagyaya ng kaibigan nila ay hindi na rin sila nakapaghanda para sa nasabing event. Tanging white flowy dress lang ang suot mo—nothing extravagant, actually, dahil birthday lang naman at mga tropa mo lang din naman ang makakasama mo.

“Bakit? May mali ba?”

You started feeling conscious about yourself. You know, at times, you can be insecure. How you get a glimpse of your lips when you’re not wearing tints, how your hair isn’t flowing in the direction you prefer, or even how you think your stomach can burst at any time.

And of course, Jungwon, who is someone so special to you, would always tell you how beautiful and appealing and hot you are.

S’yempre alam mo na kung ano ‘yung kasunod nu’n.

“Wala naman,” Isa said. “Pero feeling ko mas bagay sa’yo magblack. Meron akong string-ish na strap dress d’yan sa cabinet, baka gusto mo suotin.”

You thought about it. Carefully. Kasi hindi ka naman mahilig sa mga extra revealing clothes, let alone wearing it to a birthday party (which is not yours to begin with).

Pero dahil gabi naman at sinabi rin ni Isa na meron siyang white fur cover up, um-oo ka na lang at sinubukan na ring isukat ang damit.

While trying to wear the dress, your skin suddenly shivers from the cold air brought by your dorm’s air conditioner. Full backless kasi ito at tanging sa string lang kumakapit ang buong damit, kaya isang pagkakamali mo lang na mahigit ito ay paniguradong mahuhubaran ka nang wala sa oras.

Roommates nga rin pala kayo ni Isa kaya siya ang kasabay mong pupunta sa birthday party ni Heeseung mamaya.

“Ang revealing nito masyado,” you uncomfortably said. “I’m not even sure if I can wear this confidently.”

You heard your friend scoff and by then, you can also imagine how he rolled her feline-like eyes.

“Bagay naman sa’yo! Harap ka sa salamin.”

You protested yet again, but to cut the story short, nakumbinsi ka pa rin ng kaibigan mo na ito na lang ang suotin mo para sa gaganaping pagdiriwang.

-

You gripped your free hand in the fur fabric of your cover up while the free one is carefully holding your white purse. Upon arrival in Heeseung’s house, you can see a few people enjoying themselves by drinking cocktails and dancing to the music and lights.

And for a few moments, you forgot how annoyed you are with Jungwon.

Paano ba naman kasi—nakita mo siya mula sa malayo na nakasuot ng puting polo, which the first two buttons are down, by the way, paired with a black slacks. His fit is very basic but it did send your stomach some tickles.

You immediately avoided his gaze when he looked at you.

Might as well enjoy the party, you said in your mind.

-

Honestly, time flew so fast for you and Jungwon. Hindi mo napansin na mag-iisang taon na pala kayong nasa set-up na ‘to—nagawa niyo na lahat ng ginagawa ng mga normal na magjowa—name it: nagsex na kayo sa kotse niya, you already know how to turn him on when you’re riding his motorbike, pati ‘yung mga parte ng katawan niyang alam mong nagpapabaliw sa kanya tuwing hinahawakan mo—alam na alam mo. Pero wala pa rin kayong label.

Mostly intimate and physical ang involvement niyo. For you.

Many times he asked you about it, but you avoided his questions still. Feeling mo kasi hindi ka pa ready magcommit.

Which boils down to this—napipikon ka kasi pakiramdam mo unti-unti na napapagod at nagsasawa si Jungwon sa set-up niyo.

Totoo naman.

Suddenly your lack of confidence starts kicking in.

-

Upon meeting your friend group, Heeseung decided to invite you over inside his house for a more quiet and chill place. Medyo dumarami na rin ang mga dumadalo sa bahay niya, at bilang hindi kayo ‘yung tropahan na mahilig sa bars o clubs, it’s best to keep you all in one place. At least makakapagkwentuhan at makakainom kayo nang matiwasay.

But your best friend, Isa, wants to go outside and have fun.

“Labas tayo, ‘teh,” she whispered after tugging your side.

Bahagya ka namang napatingin sa labas at kitang-kita kung paano nagsasaya ang mga tao—you see how their bodies rhythmically dance, how they sway their hips and feel the music outside, and it made you curious, honestly.

You then switched your gaze towards your friends, and out of the five people you looked at, only one of them exchanged your glare.

It’s Jungwon.

Mabilis mo na lang iniwasan ang tingin nito saka nagdesisyong sumunod sa kaibigang nakatayo na.

“Saan kayo?”

You heard Jay asked. Agad namang hinawakan ni Isa ang kamay mo saka sumagot.

“Lalabas lang,” she said. “Titingin ng iinumin. Ayaw ko niyang whiskey niyo, sakit sa ulo ‘yan bukas eh.”

Jay nods and continues talking to your other friends.

“Tara na!”

-

You still feel uncomfortable with the dress you’re wearing. Buti na lang talaga may cover up si Isa na bumagay naman sa suot mo, kaya hindi mo na lang din inantala ang lamig ng simoy ng hangin na humahampas sa likod mo.

You’re here to enjoy, ‘di ba?

“Du’n tayo! Dali!”

“Baka makita pa tayo ng mga nasa loob, alam mo namang sobrang protective ng mga ‘yun sa atin.”

It’s true. Kaya rin siguro hindi nila kayo dinadala sa mga bars o clubs ay dahil alam nilang mababastos lang kayo ng mga lalaking pumunta sa lugar na ‘yun para maghanap ng mauuto.

“Sure ka ba rito?”

“Baka mamaya magalit sa atin ‘yung mga ‘yun,” you worriedly said.

“May balak ka ba lumandi?”

You weren’t able to answer Isa because you suddenly heard someone from your back talk.

“Hi!”

And the moment you turn around to see who owns the voice who just greeted you, agad ka namang natulala.

It’s Sunoo.

Crush mo nu’ng first year. The same man you used to send cute love letters and funny quotes every day.

Bahagya ka namang nahiya nang maalala mo ang kagagahan mo noon.

“Hi?” You hesitantly said.

Nang pagmasdan mo ang mukha ng binata, hindi mo talaga maiwasang mamangha. Sobrang gwapo kasi nito. His facial features, who are very strong, did not give justice to his warm behavior towards you.

First year pa lang, mabait na si Sunoo sa’yo. He would always reach out to you from time to time, ask how you’re doing—kaya ka nga nafall sa kanya noon.

But then again, alam mo namang noon pa lang ay hindi rin talaga kayo p’wede. He had a girlfriend shortly after you guys became close kaya hindi na rin kayo nagkausap pa.

“Kumusta?”

Despite the loud music and crowded space, you still heard Sunoo.

“Okay naman,” you politely said, holding the glass of wine the server gave you. “Ikaw? Kumusta? Tagal mong nawala ah.”

Sunoo chuckles.

Gwapo pa rin.

“Okay naman,” he replied. “Hahaha! Oo nga, sorry, ah?”

“Hindi na kita masyado nakausap mula noong nagka-girlfriend ako.”

You immediately waved your hand ‘no’ and dismissed his thought.

“Ano ka ba!” You countered. “Okay lang ‘yun, it’s a canon event,” biro mo pa na ikinatawa niyo na lang na dalawa.

-

The night went on. Kung kanina, crowded na ang lugar, ngayon ay mas lalong dumami ang tao at mas sumikip ang kinatatayuan mo.

You can’t seem to find Isa anymore, and you know your friend just started looking for someone to spend the rest of the night with. Gets mo naman.

“Ikaw lang ba nandito?”

Sunoo asked. Kanina pa kayo magkausap at nagkukuwentuhan. Nakalimutan mo na rin ang lahat ng nangyari dahil patuloy lang kayo sa pag-uusap habang umiinom ng alak.

Aaminin mo na: namiss mo rin maging kaibigan si Sunoo. At some point, alam mo namang nagkaroon kayo ng mutual feelings. Pero dahil nga umiba ang ihip ng hangin ay tinangay na rin nu’n ang nararamdaman mo para sa kanya.

All you can see is your once-friend Sunoo na masungit sa iba pero mabait sa’yo na sinusubukang maging malapit muli.

And as the crowd goes wilder, hindi mo na rin mapigilang mapasayaw sa inuupuan mo dahil sa saya ng paligid.

“Gusto mo sumayaw? Du’n tayo sa mga tao,” aya ni Sunoo sa’yo na agad mo namang pinaunlakan.

He then asked for your hand—at dahil s’yempre, gusto mo ring maranasan for once ang pumarty, um-oo ka na.

Minsan lang naman.

As you walk your path towards the crowd, suddenly, you feel like someone is staring at you. Nang ilibot mo ang paningin mo sa buong paligid—it’s a bit surprising that you stopped your tracks when you saw how Jungwon piercely looked at you from the distance.

He is slowly chugging the glass full of whiskey. Kitang-kita rin ang pagbaba ng adam’s apple nito habang nilalagok ang alak.

But then, you paid no attention. Hindi mo muna siya iintindihin ngayon.

Pikon na pikon ka nga.

“Are you okay?”

Bahagya ka namang kinilabutan nang mangilabot dahil sa lapit ng boses ni Sunoo sa tenga mo. No joke, pati likod mo biglang nangilabot.

Ang gwapo kasi talaga ng speaking voice ni Sunoo. Lalo na ‘pag seryosong seryoso siya.

“Do you want to go back instead? P’wede namang sa counter na lang tayo ulit, if you’re uncomfortable.”

Agad ka namang napakapit sa malapad nitong braso nang maramdaman mo ang sipa ng alak sa utak mo.

Of course, Sunoo, who has the fastest reflex you know, immediately caught you.

You can feel how warm his palms are against your waist. To which you shivered, by the way. Ang lala lang.

What’s with tonight? Lagi na lang akong kinikilabutan. Ganito na ba kalamig ang panahon? You unconsciously said in your mind.

“Sure ka ba? Ayos ka lang?”

You nodded and removed your grip all over his shoulder.

As the sound gets louder and louder, you start swaying and dancing.

Hindi alintana ang biglaang init ng paligid. Malaya ka namang nakakasayaw dahil nararamdaman mo ring inaalalayan at nakaagapay si Sunoo sa mga gilid mo.

Alcohol started kicking in; dahil madalas ka na naa-out of balance, hindi mo na rin namamalayang nagiging malapit na kayo ni Sunoo sa isa’t isa.

You began hooking your arms in his nape—carefully putting your hands against it, still dancing over the rhythmic sounds all over the place.

Naramdaman mo namang unti-unti ring hinahapit ni Sunoo ang braso niya sa bewang mo—and not gonna lie, you are liking it.

Still your eyes closed, you swayed and swayed while Sunoo’s palms are now guiding you. Hindi naman nakaligtas ang malumanay nitong titig sayo habang sumasayaw ka.

“Hey,” you can smell his minty breath. Agad ka namang napadilat at halos mamilog ang mata mo sa sobrang lapit niya sa’yo. As in isang galaw niyo lang—tiyak, magtatama ang mga labi niyo sa isa’t isa.

“Are you okay with this?”

You smiled.

“Oo naman,” sabi mo. “Why not?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Rumor has it that you’re in a relationship already.”

Am I?

Hindi naman.

“Yeah.”

“May boyfriend na ‘yan.”

Kung ang iba matagal bago mawala ang tama ng alak—ikaw, isang salita at isang dinig mo lang sa boses ng isang tao, alam mo na kalalagyan mo.

Kailan ba hindi?

“Uwi na tayo. Hahatid na kita sa boyfriend mo.”

“Ako papagalitan nu’n.”

Pakiramdam mo biglang nawala lahat ng alak na ininom mo mula kanina. Narinig mo lang naman ‘yung boses niya, pero bakit parang pakiramdam mo, dinidisplina ka na agad?

“Wala akong boyfriend.”

“I can kiss Sunoo in front of you. Wala akong boyfriend.”

You heard the other scoff.

But you know you’re a brat—and he is definitely your tamer. Kaya bahala na.

You suddenly hooked your arms against Sunoo’s nape. Not minding everyone else aside Sunoo, you then closed your eyes for a bit and you felt a plump lips slowly reaching yours.

Napako ka naman sa tinatayuan mo nang maramdaman mong hinawakan ni Sunoo ang mukha mo papalapit sa kanya. He then started moving his lips upon capturing yours—you can taste the cocktail he has consumed since then.

Bahagya namang nanlamig ang katawan mo nang may nagsalita ulit sa harapan niyo.

“Let’s go home.”

“It’s getting late.”

You weren’t able to bid good bye to Sunoo after that. Hindi mo na rin namalayang padabog kang pinasok niyo sa loob ng kotse niya.

Still your eyes closed, mas lalo ka lang nagalit nang magsalita ito.

“Is that how you make me go crazy?”

“Pinagsasabi mo? Hindi mo ba nakikitang nagsasaya ako kanina pa? Epal mo eh.”

Jungwon.

Gago ka talaga.

You just heard him scoff and drove the engine away from the place.

-

“Ayokong pumunta sa condo mo. Uuwi ako sa dorm namin,” you uttered after realizing he’s heading the way to his condo.

But Jungwon did not even flinch nor mind you.

“Ayoko sa condo mo, Jungwon.”

“Jungwon.”

He sarcastically said. He even had the guts to dryly chuckle, na mas lalo pang nakainis sa’yo.

“Ihatid mo ako sa dorm ko. Ayoko sa condo mo,” you repeated once more.

Mas lalo kang napipikon dahil hindi manlang bakas sa mukha ng lalaki na galit o anuman ito. He is showing nothing.

“Ano ba?!”

“Ayoko nga sa condo mo! Iuwi mo ako, Jungwon! Ano bang problema mo?!”

Muntik ka na masubsob sa dashboard ng kotse niya nang bigla itong pumreno at pumarada sa gilid ng kalsada.

“I can ask you the same thing. Ano bang problema mo?”

“Para kang pokpok kay Sunoo kanina eh,” aniya.

Bahagya ka namang nakaramdam ng kirot dahil sa sinabi nito. Your eyes started to sting but then again, you still tried to remain strong.

“Oo. Hindi pa ba halata? Gustong-gusto ko siyang makalandian kanina. Kita mo naman siguro.”

Jungwon did not answer, but despite the lights turned off, you can see how his grip against the steering wheel tightens.

And then Jungwon scoffed and dryly chuckled. Once more.

“Do you think you’re being funny?”

“Kulang na lang maghubad ka sa harapan nu’ng tao para lang halikan ka niya. Para kang tanga.”

You know, if it’s a normal day with Jungwon, hindi ka naman maaapektuhan sa mga sinasabi niya. You know too well that his degrading tendencies towards you are just applicable in bed when you’re doing the deed.

But this time around, you felt a hot tear stained your cheek.

“Talaga,” you mindlessly said. “Okay.”

“Uwi mo na lang ako sa dorm ko, Jungwon. Let’s call it a night.”

-

Thankfully, Jungwon listened. Hindi na rin siya nagsalita pa pagkatapos ng biglaan niyong sagutan.

A few minutes later, you just found yourself opening his car door and heading towards the lobby of your dorm building.

Jungwon immediately went out and chased you. Hindi ka naman na nagulat dahil dito.

“Okay—I was jealous.”

“I did not like how you guys interacted earlier. I did not like how he wrapped his hands all over your waist—tangina, ako lang gumagawa sa’yo nu’n. Ako lang ‘yung may karapatang hawakan ka nang ganu’n.”

“I’m sorry for acting like a jerk.”

“And I’m sorry for calling you names.”

-

Eh sino ka ba naman para tanggihan ang isang Jungwon?

You just found yourself gasping for air moments after you closed the door of your room.

“You already know what to do, Won.”

Something shifted in Jungwon’s eyes, though there’s a hint of worry, he continued kissing you and exploring his hands all over your back.

Jungwon lightly nibbles your lower lip, causing you to whimper in pleasure.

Naramdaman mo rin kung paano unti-unting bumukol ang slacks niya sa pagitan ng hita mo, at dahil dito, inabot ng isang kamay mo ang bahaging ito ni Jungwon.

“Hey..”

“Mamaya na ‘yan,” Jungwon whispered while kissing you.

He then traveled his lips to your exposed neck. Pakiramdam mo nga’y naririnig ng kapitbahay kung gaano katunog ang halik na iginagawad ni Jungwon sa leeg mo.

You unconsciously massaged and pulled his hair, causing him to moan between your steamy kisses.

Diniin mo rin ang labi niya sa leeg mo. Jungwon almost sucked your neck but you immediately told him not to leave marks.

And you can’t deny how he prioritizes your preference in bed and sex in general.

As Jungwon continuously kissed your other neck, his hands changed its direction. Kung kanina ay nasa mukha mo ito, now, his calloused yet delicate hands are travelling down to your exposed back.

Now kissing you, he brushes his hands against your back, na agad mo ring hinayaan ang lalaking tanggalin ang fur na cover up mo.

You’re literally wearing just a piece of cloth in front of him.

Okay lang ‘yan. Nakita na niya lahat sa��yo, ‘di ba?

Jungwon suddenly broke the kiss—na hinabol mo pa, s’yempre—and started checking you out. From your head to toe.

But it made you unconscious how his gaze stayed to your bust a minute.

“You see,” he said. “I’m glad that you have a cover up, babe.”

“Kasi kung wala ‘yan, baka lahat ng mga tao kanina, nakita na ‘yung boobs mo.”

Jungwon then motioned his right hand towards your sideboob, na ikinagulat mo naman.

“Jungwon!”

“You looked so hot, do you know that?”

“Are you even wearing a bra?”

You did not answer. Instead, you guided his hand towards the end string of the dress and smiled.

“I think that’s for you to find out, Won.”

-

“Fuck.”

“I can’t believe I get to see you this hot. Tangina, ang sarap mo titigan. Tapos mamanyakin lang kita sa utak ko.”

As soon as Jungwon pulled the string of your dress, he was greeted by your naked body.

Secret lang, ha, pero nagtanggal ka na ng undies mo bago ka pa makaalis sa bar nang magpaalam kang magbabanyo ka. Alam mo rin kasi ang mangyayari ngayong gabi.

Tatakpan mo sana ang katawan mo—specifically your babies, but he stopped you.

“Ride me.”

“Bilis,” aniya. “Buhatin kita.”

Hindi ka naman nag-abala pa at dali-daling tumalon sa kanya. He was able to carry you easily and crash your lips together.

Dahil nga binubuhat ka nito ay ikaw ang mas nasa itaas. You begin cupping his face and kissing him passionately, leaving no room for air.

Jungwon started walking towards your wall, and once you felt the cold concrete against your back, he began pressing himself to your body.

Not to mention, though, that your pussy is generally wide open against his clothed dick. Ramdam na ramdam mo kung paano ito tinutusok ang pagkababae mo—especially the rough fabric of his slacks.

Feeling mo tuloy nawewet ka na agad.

“Ah,” you moaned when he started kneading your breast. Hindi niya na pinalampas ito kahit hinahalikan ka niya.

And honestly, you love how his hand perfectly cups your bust. As if it is entirely made to play with your tits and give pleasure to you.

“Laki,” Jungwon said, interrupting your sloppy kiss.

Hindi mo na rin pinalampas ang pagkakataon—you started grinding yourself against Jungwon, and at this point, parehas na rin kayong umuungol sa pagitan ng inyong mga halik.

After being satisfied with the kiss (or upon realizing that both of your lips are now swollen), Jungwon decided to bury his face in between your breasts.

Dahil dito, napasabunot ka sa buhok niya to support yourself on top.

While feeling the gap between your breasts, though, he gently massages the both of them.

Pagkatapos hawakan, he then started doing a circling motion around your tits.

“Sarap,” you breathly said.

“I know,” sagot nito. “Lusog ba naman.”

You’re a bit embarrassed, yes, pero agad namang napalitan ang hiya mo nang biglang sunggaban ng bibig ni Jungwon ang kaliwang dede mo.

His mouth is sucking your nipple like a baby in need of his milk, and at the same time, his other hand is errotically massaging your breast.

“Fuck,” you hissed. Hindi mo mapigilan magmura dahil sa sarap na ginagawa ni Jungwon sa’yo.

Foreplay pa lang ‘yan, pero parang titiklop ka na.

“Won,” again, with your breathless voice, you called him. “Please.”

“Ikama mo na ako.”

-

As he slowly tucked you in the bed while kissing your lips, you can feel his dog tag sending cold against your chin. Ngayon mo lang din napansin na wala na palang pang-itaas na suot ang binata.

“Your necklace..”

“Why?”

“Istorbo, babe.”

Jungwon chuckled and removed the jewelry for a bit. After doing so, he started touching your entire body—probably deciding which part he should play first.

Eh kaso talagang adik siya sa dede mo.

Kaya ayun, hindi na naman nagpigil ang bibig at kamay nito—again, he sucked your nipple once more, while his left hand busied itself by kneading and massaging your other one.

Of course, agad ka namang napaliyad at angat ang ulo. Sarap din kasi talaga sa pakiramdam nu’ng bibig ni Jungwon sa dede mo eh.

Stimulated by the eventful sucking of your nipple made by this man, naririnig mo pa rin kung paano nito sambahin ang dede mo.

“Tayong-tayo oh, shit.”

“Kasyang kasya sa bibig ko rin. Tapos lamas na lamas din dede mo sa kamay ko.”

“Bagay talaga sila.”

“I can fucking die while touching and lapping your tits, you know? Sarap eh.”

Of course, sa lahat ng sinabi niyang ‘yun, alam mo sa sarili mong natuturn on ka na talaga.

Eh biglang nagsawa ang lalaki sa dede mo.

Now, you can feel his lips slowly going down there.

Alam mo na.

“Babe..”

He called you. Nang titigan mo ito ay parang pusang inaamo ka.

“Can you spread your legs wider for me, please?”

Ay, putang ina rin talaga ni Jungwon.

S’yempre hindi ka naman na nagpabebe. Si Jungwon na ‘yan.

Kaya walang pasabi mong binuka ang legs mo for him. Pero ang gago, hindi pa rin nakuntento.

He then situated between your legs—and, apparently, starts putting his hand on top of your clit.

“Buka mo pa.”

“Ayan na ‘yun! Wala na!”

Tarantado talaga si Jungwon sa’yo.

Alam niya kasing ito ‘yung pinakapaborito mong ginagawa niya eh.

“Alright, babe,” maloko pa nitong tawa.

And as soon as you felt Jungwon’s lips against your pussy, wala na. Talo ka na.

“Fuck. Please,” nanghihina mo namang sabi.

Again, masunurin si Jungwon. He knows how to make you feel good.

Jungwon started lapping your clit. His fingers are roaming in the area of your pussy, and with that, pakiramdam mo, lalabasan ka na agad.

“You’re so wet.”

Parang may pumutok sa sintido mo. Gago talaga ‘tong Jungwon na ‘to.

He continued sucking your clit, creating a noise you already know. His finger then started entering your hole na mas lalong nagpabuka ng legs mo.

“Oh—puta.”

“Babe, don’t curse,” despite him eating you out, naintindihan mo pa rin. Pero mas lalo kang naulol kasi nagvibrate ‘yung pagsalita niya sa puke mo.

Eh ‘di mas lalo kang nabasa.

Jungwon then took out his tongue to tease your clit more. You can sense him looking at you from down there, and you just reach for his head para idiin ito lalo sa puke mo.

His now two fingers started making you feel sensitive. Bagan hindi mabilis ang paglabas-masok nito sa’yo ay pakiramdam mo, mas dapat pa nitong bilisan pa ang ginagawa niya.

“Babe.. bilisan mo, babe..”

Sobrang laswa ng tunog ng bibig ni Jungwon habang kinakain ka. Parang nababaliw ka lalo kasi sobrang ingay mo rin talaga tuwing kinakain ka niya.

After letting Jungwon insert his fingers faster while eating your pussy, you can sense a knot inside you. Agad mo naman siyang pinatigil—pero dahil ito rin talaga ang isa sa pinakagusto niyang gawin sa’yo, he just continued sucking your pussy while inserting his two fingers.

“Won.. Won—”

“Ah—please, lapit na ako..”

Alam na alam ni Jungwon kung paano ka kunin. He knows how to make you go crazy. Alam niya kung paano ka lalabasan just by his tongue, mouth, and fingers.

He inserted another finger inside you, making it three, while sloppily sucking and lapping and kissing your clit. Hindi mo na alam kung saan ibabaling ang mukha mo dahil habang ginagawa niya sa’yo ito, mas lalong ibinubuka ni Jungwon ang puke mo.

Sabi niya kasi, mas naaabot niya ‘yung g-spot mo ‘pag bukang-buka ka.

“Oh! Shit—”

“Won.. Fuck, please..”

And in one last blow, you feel your juices coming out. You hastily motioned Jungwon to let go of you, but he’s a bit stubborn. Hindi niya inalis ang mukha niya sa puke mo at buong-pusong nilunok ang lahat ng nilabas mo.

Nakakahiya!

Pero dahil si Jungwon siya, hinayaan mo na lang. Alam mo naman kung gaano ka rin nito kagustong pasayahin sa kama.

After finally releasing your high, Jungwon gently left a peck to your pussy and looked at you.

“Sarap mo talaga.”

“I will never get tired of eating you, you know?”

[solreix]

shoko ieiri as yn's peace.

minsan nakakasawa na lang talagang magkaro'n ng paulit-ulit na ginagawa. gigising, papasok, mag-aaral, uuwi. buti sana kung ganoon kadali, pero sa pagitan no'n ay mayroong katakot-takot at nakakapagod na commute.

minsan, payapa rin sa pakiramdam na maupo sa bus, mag-isa, katabi ng bintana sa tuwing rush hour dahil oo pagod ka, pero alam mo ring pagod ang mga kasama mong pasahero. as if you share the similar, but also different struggles which makes you feel you're not alone.

since she reached college, yn had felt that. exhaustion. loneliness. in the middle of exhausted crowd. hustle lang nang hustle kahit pagod kasi wala namang choice.

she thought she already got accustomed to that life style, and it's okay. she's gonna grow old to that.

not until shoko ieri entered the picture. at ang dating mag-isang si yn sa tabi ng bintana ng bus, pinipilit na magising dahil alam niyang delikadong makatulog—ngayon ay may katabi na, at handang maging sandalan niya.

"okay ka lang?" bulong ni shoko. "sleep, love. mahaba pa."

napanguso siya sa sarili, isinandal ang ulo sa balikat nito bago sumagot, "sorry. imbis na naka-motor ka."

kaya niya namang nagcommute mag-isa. shoko might have insisted on sending her home through her motorcycle, but she refused. trauma sa kaniya ang motor, so she insisted on going home alone.

shoko chuckled. "pinili ko 'to ano ba. isa pa kapag naka-motor tayo, we wouldn't have moments like this," sagot nito.

pero makulit si shoko. mabuti na lang at halos pareho naman sila ng destinasyon kaya hindi na ito mahihirapan nan sobra.

"maghihirap magcommute para sa landi?" biro niya."

mas lalo itong natawa. pabiro nitong pinitik ang noo niya. "oo, para sa landi."

natawa rin siya. never did she imagine she would have someone by her side as she reach for her goals. sanay na sanay siyang mag-isa, being the only child, yet still not the favorite that she is.

but when she met shoko, she realized how it feels be taken care of—and to take care of someone not because she feels obligated to do so. she wants to take care of her too, every waking moment.

"how's your day, by the way?" tanong niya. ayaw niyang matulog as yn wants to enjoy this.

"ayon. ang sarap sakalin ni gojo, sinasadyang galitin si utahime." naramdaman niya ang mahina nitong pagtawa na parang may naalala. "lintik na 'yon, college na nanlalagay pa rin ng bato sa bag."

nanlaki ang mata niya. "umuusok na naman si utahime niyan." miski siya ay natawa. hindi pa man siya ganoon pamilyar noon sa magkakaibigan, ang dalas niyang marinig ang galit ni utahime kay gojo at geto dahil pare-parehas naman sila ng org.

"oo, bukas alam ko lalagyan niya ng palaka sa bag 'yung dalawa eh. nagpapatulong kila mai maghanap."

ganito ang bonding nilang dalawa sa bus. pag-usapan ang buhay ng iba. ng iba equals to kalokohan ni gojo at geto.

"mai?"

"mga freshmen sa isa pa niyang org," shoko replied. "tulog ka na," dagdag nito.

umiling siya. "ayaw. marami ka pang chika."

at nagtuloy lang sila sa pag-uusap tungkol sa nga tropa nito. comedy talaga kapag si gojo ang bida kaya halos nawawala ang antok niya sa bus.

sinusulit niya na, dahil panigurado, realidad ang sasalubong sa kaniya pag-uwi ng bahay. few months left, and she could already feel freedom, pero ngayon—suck it up. basta gigising siyang alam na one day, pareho na sila ng uuwian ni shoko.

"thank you, love," she suddenly whispered as she felt her eyes getting heavy.

"hmm?" shoko seemed to peek at her face, only to see yn fighting sleep. "no. thank you," she whispered back, and finally, yn drifted to sleep.

[kuichihimei]

“I try so hard to be so happy, are you happy too?

Doo, doo, doo, doo”

0:56───•─────── 04:46

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It was a nice, Saturday afternoon, Randy was preparing to leave for a date with Theresa, until Miguel (their second oldest and his right-hand man) stops him.

“Aalis ka na ba po?” (Are leaving already?)

“Yes, ano pa ba yung kailangan mo?” (Yes, what else do you need?) Randy said, while putting shoes on.

“Looking like that? Hindi ka pa nga po nag-suklay eh...” (Looking like that? You didn't even comb your hair yet...)

“I don't care, I'm leaving.” Heading towards the door. “Don't let anyone in while I'm out.”

“Wait— Hold on!” Miguel tries to catching up to him.

“Alteast let me comb, it... Please?”

Randy stares at his little brother's gimmick for a good moment and just coos at him. “Awww, fiiiine~ Bihira ka lang naman nagiging sweet sa akin, kaya hayaan ko na lang!” (It's not everyday that you're being very sweet, so I'll allow it!)

“Great, so we can finally tame that Pineapple hair of yours for once!”

“Aaaand there goes the sweet moment...”

He still lets Miguel comb his hair though, but it still looked like a Pineapple after combing it...

After Randy left the house, he walks towards the old fast-food joint that was around the corner, where he would wait for Theresa.

The time was 2:07, they initially agreed to meet up at 2:30, but he wanted to be early so he could surprise her this time.

Theresa arrived 10 minutes shortly after, originally expecting him to be late or arrive while fighting a giant robot or monster or something.

Much to her joy and relief however, Randy could be seen sitting at one of the tables, excitedly waving at her to come take a seat.

Even if the place was a little bit crusty, it was really nice!

The air smelt like slightly burnt meat and probably had a few healthcare violations here and there, but that's the charm to it. It was also severely understaffed, but that's not gonna cause a problem right?...

“You're early!”

“I know! Thank cheese I finally got laid off from most of my NKB's today!”

“I'm sorry, but NKB...?”

“Ninja, Kuya and Biffer. The littles suggested it to me and it was a pretty solid acronym so, why not?”

“Neat! Speaking of the littles, how are they?”

“Rowdy as ever, especially since they learned sarcasm from Howard!”

The two hit it off pretty nicely, they talked about an assortment of things, while ordering some burgers and chilli fries.

“And then, she flooded the honking bathroom! Can you believe it⁈” Randy rambles about an incident that happened at Aira's school.

“I can't even— How can someone so small, cause so much chaos and destruction in a matter of minutes⁈” Theresa chuckled in disbelief.

“Oi lovebirds, your order's ready! Come and get it!” The cook yells from the counter. (Did I mention that the joint only has one employee?)

“Theresa stay right here, I'll go get our order.”

“No I'll do it, you stay put!”

“But you're already paying for the burgers! Let me do it!”

“Nuh uh honey, you're already paying for the fries, it's only fair if I get our order.”

“Are we really going to do this cliché where we playfully fight over who's going to get the food?”

“Perhaps... Nah, I'm just kidding, we could just get our order together.”

And that they did.

Everything was going great, they continued their conversation while approaching the counter.

“I'm really happy with how our date is going! Are you happy too?”

“Of course I am, Randy! There's not a single stanked soul in sight!”

Theresa's statement was short-lived however, since the employee who called them earlier got stanked.

The monster destroyed the counter, proceeded to yeet their food away (don't worry they were in paper bags) and busted through the door, going on a rampage towards town.

“Hohhh, boy... Sorry Theresa I—”

“It's Ninja O' Clock, go do your thing...” She disappointedly encourages him to go.

Randy immediately suits up, a blinding red light flashes from behind her.

“I promise it'll be a quick fight, then we could continue with our date!” He says while running off to fight the stanked employee.

Theresa just watched him go without a word... Sighing, she looks for the greasy bag with their order in the rubble, walks outside and sits on the pavement.

‘I wonder if he'll keep his word this time...’

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[bodhimohan]

ANMOL BODHI MOHAN

BIRTH NAME: Pravan Kumar/Anmol Bodhi Mohan NICKNAME: Bodhi AGE: 40 years old DATE OF BIRTH: 18th of March, 1984 SPECIES: Human FROM: Brighton, UK IN FENRIR SINCE: November 2022 NEIGHBORHOOD: Wood Road OCCUPATION: Private Investigator

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STATS -

SEXUALITY: Bisexual RELIGION: raised Hindi GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis-man, he/him LANGUAGES: Hindi, English, Russian, BSL FC: Vinny Chhibber

BIOGRAPHY -

Once during sixth form, Bodhi had read the then already old book Brighton Rock by Graham Greene, and realised how familiar the situation sounded. The book was about some kid from Brighton, where he was from too, who was trying to set his name in stone through a scheme and take over the gang in his city. This kid wanted to be the leader of the Brighton Maffia, and he was only seventeen years old.

Bodhi didn’t have the same hopes and dreams as the unfortunate main character of Brighton Rock, at least not at first, but he knew it would only take time before the same passion and wit was expected from him. Because his father had once been like Pinkie Brown, and the criminal underworld answered only to him. His daughter, Bodhi’s younger sister, had a neck for planning, while Bodhi desperately tried to keep up, sometimes stealing his sister’s ideas so his father would give him a pat on the back instead of her. That seemed to be the one thing to drive him forward: the wish to please his father.

And in that sense he was very different from Pinkie Brown. However, he was just as doomed as the titular character.

During one of his attempts to stride off with his sister’s plans, he got caught in his father’s web. The man wasn’t known to care much about his children, or his friends, or his wife. In order to get what he was owned, he would go through fire. When someone sought to retaliate for a decision made by his son, he gave up Bodhi, delivered him into his enemy’s hands and told them: “kill the one who did you wrong.”

Bodhi didn’t die, but that was only by luck. He spent a couple of weeks in a hospital in London, pretending to have amnesia, and eventually was released to the state. He didn’t have a wallet on him, nor had he ever been arrested and placed in the system - courtesy of his father. Meaning if he wanted to start over, this was his best option.

He built up his life all over again, starting from scratch, tiptoeing around the minefield as he tried to keep his real identity hidden till he could work on top of his new one. He refrained from getting into contact with his sister, he completely stayed away from Brighton, but he did make his way back into the criminal underworld. Just not as a criminal himself, but as a PI. Given his insights in the cooperation his father managed, he gave some great tips to the police, and got more work from there.

When someone from London wanted him to look into suspicious disappearances at Maidenhead, Bodhi had never concerned himself with the existence of Supernatural beings. But the situation there led him to believe otherwise. And from then on, he was more careful with the jobs he accepted. Till the most recent one led him to Fenrir’s Wood.

HEADCANONS - 

Bodhi is extremely helpful, he will always stick his head out for people in need.

It was never his plan to stay in Fenrir's Wood, but he has plenty of work to do and plenty of people to stay for.

Has an irrational fear of flying.

Drinks all together far too much coffee.

Cannot accept that he's actually in love with Evanora. But they share an interesting connection.

WANTED CONNECTIONS -

clients

people he's helped out / befriended

fellow coffee addicts

people who know his father (a mob boss in Brighton)

people who could use a shoulder to lean on.

[forkaround]

Playboyy Ep 5 Trash Watch Part 1

Have I done this for E1 - 4? No. But I don't think I can watch this show without making a post or it's a waste of an hour for me and as much as I want to watch this show I can't keep track of anything at all.

You know most of these actors remind me of Pat from Step by Step, especially the kids club. It's that same slack jawed, plump lips expression.

Wait wait wait this whole thing started because of a comment? A play? A dare? Dude what are guys doing out in the world. We need to keep all the boys under lock and key to make sure they don't hurt themselves.

Nuthyim is the username. The lead character is Nont, twin - Nant. You see the confusion.

Wait I thought this was about hitting on someone to get experience for a play, how did it end up in a red light scene with hoods over their heads??? Keep the boys home.

Why does Nant look like he is scamming people when asking for money?? Why doesn't he ask his dad?? Nont?? They are more likely to give money for mom. Unless it's not for mom in that case Nont being angry doesn't make sense. I feel like he didn't really have to do any of this. Even if it wasn't for mom, Asian families would do anything, anything to avoid a scandal. Okay, so while the characters might not get that the writer should. Otherwise it lacks logic as a story coz we are the audience, we have a birds eye view, it won't land for the audience.

So if Nont has revealed himself now, then what was the 'having sex with anything that moves'? Clearly not part of a plan to find his brother. It's the logic again. Not there.

I'm only 5 mins in and this looks more like a spectacle than a real examination of the story being told. I'm not new to crime dramas and I'm not new to sex worker protags so I know this is poorly written. Simple as that. Like the Soong kidnaps First opening. There for shock value only. This too.

Why didn't he tell them who the third guy is? I suppose since they already fought about Teena it's explainable. But like don't say three things and not show three things. It's incomplete. I'm having a Sheldon moment. Complete the sentence!

STOP SPEAKING ENGLISH. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH! I imagine this is how Italian, French, Spanish speakers feel when someone butchers the language. I couldn't even understand it without the subs. Reminds me of House and Sheldon speaking Hindi.

Also do you feel guilty or not boy? That's your friend who is missing. You do like him right? Did the writer just really love that line?

You know I don't care that it's unsexy, I don't care it's weird, I won't care about the horrible pacing. This show is stupid. And that's where I draw the line. I watch Cdramas, I know pacing issues but never have they turned me off so much.

They are all overdramatic about their relationships and I'm left asking - why do you care??? Why do any of you care??? You clearly are unemotional enough when it was Nant, why do you care about these boys??? Where is the logic??

Are they all Mary Sues? Coz I can't see any other reason for these guys to be so crazy over these kids.

This show could have used color coding clothes. or the pair's name starting with the same letter.

Is Zoey the Mew of this group??? He feels like the Mew of this group.

And that's what I mean that this show is confusing. I had no idea why Zoey was angry with Captain until his friend explained it. Stilted af. It's like someone wrote scenes and forgot the flow.

You know we've seen shows like these. Rich kids being shitty isn't new. Gossip Girl made that a thing long before anyone else. For something small town there is Pretty Little Liars. They did shit to each other all the time. But they made sense. I should clarify - they made sense for what we knew of the characters without losing the pacing.

Anyone else feeling a distinct urge to slap the car boy?

I can't watch any more today. Buh-bye

[bronzeagepizzeria]

Get To Know Me

Thank you for the tag, @demdifferentstories-29 !

What is your name? Niyati

For how long have you had this account? since 2018, i think? only started using it during the pandemic though

Favourite food? i have a massive sweet tooth, so anything sweet, really. also pizza

Favourite drink? i don't drink anything interesting xD just water and even then a bitch is severely dehydrated

Do you have any siblings? yes, one older sister

Do you have pets? yessss i've got three cats!!

How old are you? 19

How many languages do you know? i'd say i'm most comfortable in english, but i can speak hindi fluently as well. i understand tamil entirely and sort of understand marathi + a few words of kannada bc i lived in bangalore for 13 years

What's your all-time favourite movie/tv show? fav movie has got to be the godfather part ii. i've watched it a million times. fav show will forever be game of thrones, no matter how badly it crashed and burned. i really imprinted on that shit lol

What are you enjoying to do in your free time? read fic hahaha. or watch movies. recently i haven't managed to watch anything except reels on instagram though, send help

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? mostly an introvert, but i think i'm just bad at small talk. i don't have issues with public speaking or anything, and i can talk about stuff i'm interested in for hours and hours to virtual strangers xD

Your favourite music genres? i don't listen to a lot of english music tbh! i'd say pop? mostly i just listen to film soundtracks and bollywood songs

Your dream place to visit? i used to be fuckin OBSESSED with australia as a child so i hope to still go there? but i'd like to visit all over, really. i haven't travelled much. definitely wanna experience living in the US/UK for a while. i plan to do my post-grad abroad

Something you wish you were better at? not procrastinating. it's a serious problem

How long do you take to respond to texts? immediately lol. sometimes i respond to ao3 comments within minutes, which must freak people out

Do you have any tattoos? If not, would like to? nope. look in theory it's a cool idea but i'm famously indecisive and if i can't even settle on a pfp for more than a month i just know i'm gonna pick a tattoo and end up fucking hating it

What's your sexuality? straight

Do you like reading? If yes what's your favourite book? i don't read much anymore, unfortunately. but i want to get back into it

Have you ever been in love before? ehhh no. i usually just trick myself into liking someone i suspect likes me lol

What's your relationship status? single

Have you ever been heartbroken? nah

Best memory you could think of? this question is super hard for me lol. recently my roommate and i did an hp rewatch and she asked me what memory i would rely on for my patronus and...i literally do not know. like i've had a decently happy life, but nothing stands out, you know? there isn't any one instance i can think of like that

Worst memory you can think of? same thing again. my 2023 has been so fucking bad it's not even sad to me anymore i just find it genuinely funny. but it hasn't been all bad either? i really don't know if i've just repressed my emotions for this year or if i'm over it already lol. maybe it'll come back to bite me in the arse later

Do you have any fears? moths and butterflies (i don't discriminate) i also don't like small birds/plants that are beginning to dry up/balloons losing air. i was a weird kid

Are you a morning or a night person? oh, night definitely. i spent the entirety of last year getting like 2hrs of sleep a night and napping during class

How many pictures do you have on your phone? 5001 + my icloud has not been backed up in 462 days

Who was your favourite childhood crush? first guy i ever liked was shahid kapoor. first guy i actively fantasized about etc has got to be chris evans. the captain america movies were my personality for a long time in middle school lmao

Are you a romantic? hmm i don't think so. i have pretty old-fashioned tastes when it comes to love and romance i guess, but i think i'm more of a cynic

What’s your dream date? showing my s/o movies/shows that i love. honestly that's my love language

What are your hobbies? i draw a little, watch movies, read fic. i used to play professional-level badminton but that hasn't been fun for me in a long time :(

Tagging: if you read all the way and you feel like it, go ahead!

[lunaestlle]

Two years have already passed and I still haven't moved on, ikaw pa rin. I thought nakalimutan na kita, na I don't care about your life or if you found someone who can reciprocate your love na you really deserve naman. It turns out that only a dream can bring back all the pain, all the painful memories and decisions I made.

Idk nga e, hindi naman kita iniisip since distracted din ako, kung bakit kita napanaginipan and that dream was very vivid that day. I tried to forget that dream bcs I don't want to suffer and be guilty again and thank God it worked but it didn't end there. I got curious about his life again haha I guess I romanticized that dream too much. I checked his social and I was devastated with what I saw, it was not what I was expecting (though inexpect ko na 'to dati haha, gulo). I saw his 'highlight' with photos and videos of him and his girlfriend (like pa-sweet, puro kiss) pati mga sp niya. I'm happy bcs he's happy but I can't deny na I envy his girl, there were sneaky little maybes and what-ifs but I don't regret the decision I made before, the only thing I regret is that I didn't explain my decision to him properly and truthfully. How come no one told me na mahirap pala magka-internet crush.

I don't know if you still remember me dahil wala pang months nung nag-usap tayo. I hate you and I miss you but I won't confuse you like I did before. I'm sorry if I gave you motives na hindi ko pala kayang panindigan. I'm sorry if you think na I played w your feelings, I rlly liked you but I was afraid and insecure.

Like what I told you before, I'm still rooting for you, for your happiness. I will cheer for you but this time I'll cheer silently.

Bye.

Love, Luna

[amstories]

S04E11: Energy Booster

Pairing: Nico x Thea from 576 Hours With You (MedTech on Duty, #2)

Prompt: Fluff Bingo - Cuddling

After a few weeks in med school, Nico concludes that med school is draining. If he was not doing it for his late father, he'd easily give this up. Pwedeng-pwede naman siyang magtrabaho bilang medtech na lang. He's licensed anyway.

Every weekend, Nico makes sure that he spends time with Thea. After his first finals week, he felt like his energy has been drained. He really wants to see Thea right now but her unit seems too far away.

Sa sobrang pagod ni Nico, kahit isang tawag lang kay Thea, napangiti na siya agad. "Hello, babe," malambing na matamlay niyang bati.

"Oh, mukhang pagod ka ah? Saan ka, babe?" pansin ni Thea.

"Nasa school pa," sagot niya sabay simangot, as if Thea could even see it.

"Date tayo?" aya nito. Bumagsak ang balikat ni Nico sa narinig niya. As much as possible, he wanted to rest right now. Baka makatulog pa siya sa labas kung itutuloy nila 'tong date na 'to.

On the other hand, Nico also wants to spend time with her. So, he requested, "Pwede bang stay-in muna tayo?"

"That's the plan, babe," Thea confirms. Napabuntong-hininga naman si Nico sa narinig. "I know you're tired. Anyway, labas ka sa main gate. Malapit na ako d'yan."

Nanlaki ang mga mata ni Nico sa narinig niya. "Did you bring your car?"

"Yes, babe." Kakabili lang ng pamilya ni Thea ng kotse para sa kanya. It's her parents' advance birthday gift on her 25th birthday. Since Thea had her own car, mas madalas na rin nitong napupuntahan si Nico sa Fairview.

After a few minutes, Nico saw a familiar car. The window rolls down and he sees the only person that could boost his energy. He automatically smiles at her when he sees her sweet smile. It melted all his troubles away, just like that.

Nico wasted no more time and rode on to the passenger seat. Isang ngiti lang sa kanya ni Thea, nadagdagan na agad ng ten percent ang energy niya. Thea's face softened when she saw his tired and weary face. She cupped his face and planted a kiss on his cheek. Twenty-five percent.

Since Nico was too tired to tell about his week, Thea just told him stories of her week. She told him about that one cranky patient they had at the laboratory, the influx of laboratory tests they had to perform, and one of her lab techs who has a crush with one of their co-workers in the lab. Forty percent.

Thea has always been quiet but whenever they're alone together, he's able to experience a side of hers that only he knows. It's like Thea has been keeping all these stories inside her head and she has been just waiting for someone to tell of those. He's glad that he gets to hear most of the stories she wanted to tell.

Buong biyahe nila pauwi ay nagkwento lang si Thea. Her stories were too interesting for Nico to sleep even if he was already tired. Parang nadadagdagan pa nga yung energy niya dahil doon.

Pagkarating nila sa unit ni Thea, agad na naligo si Nico para pwede na siyang magpahinga pagkatapos. After that quick shower, he's surprised to see Thea preparing his clothes and food. "Are you hungry or do you want to sleep first?"

"Aren't we going to watch your favorite series?" he asked while changing his clothes.

"E 'di ba pagod ka?"

He flashed the same smile that Thea has loved from the beginning. "Kanina pa ako nagpapahinga... simula nung nakasama kita." Thea pursed her lips, trying to stop herself from smiling. "We could cuddle while watching your show and eating what you prepared. Gawin natin sabay-sabay para mas mabilis akong makapag-recharge."

Nico climbed on the bed and waited for Thea to jump in. He got the remote and selected her favorite K-drama, Hospital Playlist. Wala na ring nagawa si Thea kung hindi ay samahan si Nico sa kama. His arms instantly snaked around her waist and quickly kissed her cheek. "Food and sleep are good sources of energy, but you're still my favorite energy booster."

Thea placed her arms around him, which brought him comfort and warmth. Aanhin pa niya ang pagkain at tulog kung yakap pa lang ni Thea, higit pa sa sapat? One hundred percent.