#Engineer Hindi Jokes

[ginnsbaker]

Hi Ginns(?)!!

Let me just say na from tues to wed, 4am nako natulog para lang matapos ‘to kasi HINDI KO TALAGA KAYANG MABITIN and now tapos ko na sya and gosh— all these feels— 🥺😭 worth it yung sakit ng ulo ko bago pumasok 🥲 Oh how beautiful it is to grow old together with the same intensity and love u have for each other over the past decades..

I am not into (Wanda) angst stories kasi di ko kaya yung sakit LOL kaya medyo conflicted pa ko nung una to read ILGOSS but I’m glad that I gave it a shot coz it’s really exceptional.

Grabe yung therapy sessions; I can say na isa yon sa mga favorite parts ko sa series na ‘to. How did you come up sa mga dialogues ni Calliope? Did you research about it or are u perhaps a Psych major? Coz tbh her povs are really on point and I have to commend you on that.

Thank you for sharing this masterpiece to us, you are such great writer!!!

I hope there would be more one-shots just because 🥺✊🏻

omg hi!!!! im always excited to read tagalog in my asks hahahha! I mean, it still amazes me gaano tayo karameng pinoy even in a niche fandom like wanda x reader :P

first of all, omg thank you for reading all of ILGOSS (and I guess IFISS rin?). I know it's freaking long for a fanfic, but it had to be written that way cause cheating is nooo joke. it's seriously was a deal breaker for me. you know what, same tayo, i actually like reading complete stories only out of fear na hindi tatapusin ni writer ung series :)

re: therapy sessions - yes, I did a lot of research for this. I asked my friends who've been to therapy how the session usually goes, and I watched a lot of reality show that na about couple going to therapy (yup, they exist!), and then channeled my inner "friend na taga advice" to create Calliope :P No, I'm not a psych major, I'm actually a software engineer :D

I already published one oneshot, but that's Yelena X Reader pre-IFISS/ILGOSS. But YAS! A lot more oneshots centered around Wanda and R will be written :) Especially the time when they first got together in college. So, watch out for that :)

Once again, maraming salamat! I really appreciate it, and I'm glad you enjoyed it even though it's angsty :) Take care!

-ginns/J

[glaciiermonarch]

❀ *◦ sen mitsuji. genderfluid. he/she/they. demiromantic homosexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that takaharu mochizuki? i think that the thirty-five-year-old from adelaide, south australia, works as dj at the boom boom room, music producer & engineer, and drummer of vain rogues & the ghost orchestra; but outside of that people describe them as perpetual busyness to prevent the chance of an emotion occurring; a pristine but empty-feeling mansion with too many rooms; perfectly pouty lips pulling up in a smirk over a private joke; and a robin's egg blue drum kit with every possible bell and whistle on the market. i hear they are moody & distant, but they are also known to be cerebral & generous. consider giving them a visit at their home in winterwood estates and get to know why they’re called the ice queen.

➙ this character uses he/him, they/them, AND she/her pronouns freely! the writer will be using ALL of them, sometimes within the same paragraph, so please extend the same courtesy! ➙ taka is attracted to men and masc-presenting enbies and just calls themself gay!

full name: takaharu mochizuki ➙ this is in "western" order since taka grew up in english-speaking countries ➙ kanji: 望月 貴陽 (Mochizuki Takaharu)  望 (mochi) meaning "wish, desire" and 月 (tsuki) meaning "moon;” together meaning “full moon” 貴 (taka) meaning “precious” and 陽 (haru) meaning “sun”

nicknames: taka, taki, tako, haru, mochi-san, tsuki-san

dob: 17 august 1989

place of birth: adelaide, south australia, australia

languages: japanese (native); australian english (native); korean (advanced); german (advanced); arabic (advanced); hindi (strong); mandarin (strong); okinawan (some)

education: bachelor’s degree in philosophy and asian & middle eastern studies, duke university

strengths: educated; cerebral; generous; loyal; resolute; shrewd; creative; captivating; wise; patient

weaknesses: cold; moody; gloomy; judgmental; harsh; disconnected; distant; crass

hobbies: playing drums, guitar, piano, and clarinet; surfing; skateboarding; playing video games; smoking weed; napping; reading

likes: warm weather & beaches; fashion;

dislikes: messy people; uncreative people; children (friends' kids are an exception)

disabilities & health: major depression; chronic back and knee pain

even the silverest of spoons being in your mouth when you're born doesn't shield you from the unhappiness of life, but it does slap a bandage over a festering wound so you can ignore it a while longer. kenta mochizuki, a dermatologist originally from japan. beth mcnulty, general legal counsel for one of the biggest energy companies in all of australia. married a little later than either of their families would have liked, but in their defense, they were both busy being successful. and they barely slowed down long enough to have their only child, takaharu.

though of an ornery countenance since birth, taka was always still popular and favored because he was pretty and rich. clarinet lessons, piano lessons, drum lessons, surfing lessons, she was set up for success from the very beginning. her childhood memories are mostly accompanied by nannies and tutors, though her father, an earnest and excitable man, always made an effort to be present in his child's life, eager to see her succeed.

there was always a distance between taka and their mother, though; taka knows now that beth never wanted to be a parent. this attitude became clearly evident when she didn't show up to taka's tenth birthday dinner. it was soon revealed that she'd forgotten, and more of the truth came tumbling out: she shirked her parental duties for an affair. and this apparently had been going on for quite some time, seeing other men that weren't her heartbreakingly devoted husband.

a divorce ensued, and taka sided with his kind, loving father, who had also always made an effort to keep japanese culture alive in the home. when taka was barely into her teens, her father sat her down to tell her about a woman he'd met online, one he'd fallen in love with. the catch was that she lived in malibu. taka was given the choice to live with her mother or move to the united states with her father. she easily chose the latter.

lashonda rhimes, successful anesthesiologist to the stars, and kenta's second wife. she was a few years younger, though not egregiously so, but still childless. and she treated taka like her own child, which might have been externally brushed off by the surly teenager, but taka came to appreciate it. he was popular in his new home, with his accent and his money and his looks. being so intelligent, the transition to a new continent wasn't difficult at all, and he finished high school near the top of his class.

he didn't really have a plan for his life, and all his parents really wanted out of him was just for him to go to college. an acceptance to duke university was sweetened by some scholarships, and whatever those didn't cover was easily made up for by the wads of cash his family had. taka had started smoking weed not long after landing in the US, but she branched out into new drugs while in durham, north carolina, for college.

acid trips were unpleasant every time she tried dropping; and she didn't like injecting anything to leave marks behind on her pretty body. but she soon found a bad habit in cocaine. she would sniff a few lines, party for several hours, go home and do homework, go to class, and go to modeling shoots, and do it all over again. somehow, using sheer ambition probably, she finished college within 4 years, even with a double major and a couple semesters spent studying abroad.

bouncing around the US for a year or so; living with his aunt in japan for a couple years; and then landing in anchorage for the next adventure around 2016

these days, taka keep busy in any way she knows how: too long with her own thoughts can be dangerous and make her itch to return to her cocaine habit. but they've done a good job of staying clean. taka doesn't need to work for money—his mother sends him gobs of money to curry his favor, and his father and stepmother have nobody else to spoil—but he does work to stay busy, spinning tunes at the boom boom room; modeling for small indie publications and brands; and gaining some traction as a music producer.

with more money than one person should ever need, taka gives a lot of it away. there are a few charities she routinely makes generous donations to; but she also likes to take care of her friends. she'll buy her closest friends whatever they want, buy their groceries, offer to pay rent or even let them stay in her house, offer to pay their medical bills... seriously, what is one lonely person gonna do with all those digits in their bank account? besides, spending money is the only way she knows how to show love.

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LATCH

akala ko ba makikibirthday and hangout ka lang with friends? pero bakit ka naka kandong?

💭 Na Jaemin as ur summer fling, smut

‼️ written in taglish, ⚠️ contains explicit content not suitable for minors.

🎧 Latch by sam smith

“Sis, i'm sorry natagalan ako” agad kong sabi pag pasok sa kotse ng kaibigan ko, we’re headed sa birthday party ng best friend ko.

“Okay lang hahaha are we good to go na ba?” she said and started the engine na, you pulled your mirror at nag apply ng lipstick. Sa pagmamadali kanina hindi ka na nakapag ayos ng masyado at buti nalang naka ready na ang susuotin mo para sa event na to. You wore a yellow sleeveless top and skinny jeans.

“Malapit na pasukan….. ” mahina mong sabi. Nanlulumo ka dahil ang lapit na ng pasukan pa rin napupulot ang sarili mo sa slump. Ayaw mo pang mag pasukan dahil alam mo mababaliw ka lang ulit kakaaral. Tsaka being a pre-med student is really hard lalo na pag pokpok ka pa (JOke). 

“Ang layo pa naman ng enrollment? Tsaka akong bahala sayo” your friend said while driving. it’s true, medyo malayo pa naman pero hindi mo lang maiwasan mag alala at ma stress kaagad. 

“Gaga anong ikaw bahala? Hindi ka naman pre med student” tanong mo pabalik sakaniya. You heard her sighed out of annoyance.

“I know someone who can help you, kaya wag mo ng alalahanin yan!” 

Bahala na! I-eenjoy ko nalang to

Nakarating na kayo sa private resort na your friend rented nakita mo na sa pictures ang place pero naamaze ka pa din sa ganda nung place lalo na nung nilagyan ng decorations. You swimmed through the sea of people para makapasok sa loob. Since late ka nakarating ang dami ng tao. 

Agad ding naman nawala ang kaibigan mo, baka umarangkada na

Nabigla ka naman sa mga taong bumabangga sayo, bat kasi ang daming inimbita, kala ko kami kami lang you thought. Nang makapasok ka sa loob ay agad mong hinanap mga kaibigan mo. Agad mo naman silang natanaw kasi they’re the loudest. 

“Oh ayan na pala ang ating late comer”

“Grabe grand entrance anteh”

“shuta ka tara dito i-shot mo to”

Nagkagulo naman ang mga kaibigan mo ng nakita ka nila, wala kang magawa kundi hayaan silang hitakin ka sa gitna at inumin ang shot. 

“Sandali lang, di pa nga ako nakakabati!” pagtaboy sa mga kaibigan mo. pinuntahan mo ang birthday girl at nakipag beso beso. 

“Happy birthday!!!” bati mo sa kanya at inabot ang regalo mo. You hugged your bff and immediately took a selfie para may pang ig story ka. You’re glad na iniwan mo ang gawain mo at pumunta dito. Seeing your best friend happy ay mas rewarding kesa sa pagpapasa ng mga case study. 

You took a seat sa tabi ng bestfriend mo at inabutan ka naman nito ng alak. You took a shot of mojito then nag chaser (hays you and your low tol ass). Anyways your friends started to calm down na din ng biglang nag simula ang kwentuhan. sakto lang naman pala ang dating ko

“No, I'm telling you kasi nakita ko nga” sabi ng kaibigan mo. she’s telling your other friend na nakita niya yung ex nito sa isang kainan with another girl. 

“Yeah alam ko, nag chat siya sakin that day na di siya makakapunta sa birthday ko kasi ate gurl was with him. Dun pa nga ata natulog sa bahay nila para di makapunta si Dom” ohmygod, ang lala

“Eh hindi ba’t two weeks palang kayo wala? Meron na agad kasama matulog?” you said, naintriga ka naman sa chismis. Sa totoo lang drama nalang ng mga kaibigan mo ang innabangan mo. Kumbaga yun na lang ang exciting sa buhay mo. 

“Bakit naman kasi inimbita mo pa, siz ex mo na nga” sabi pa nung isa, na-amaze ka nalang sa karupukan ng mga kaibigan mo. 

“Look despite nung nangyari samin, friends pa din naman kami” she said trying to justify her karupokan. 

di yan kaya ng pride ko

“Alam mo sis ang rupok mo, ohmygod wait lang may guests na dumating babalikan ko kayo” sabi ng bestfriend mo at iniwan ang table niyo, tumango ka lang at nagpatuloy lang sa pakikinig ng drama. 

“I'm glad you guys made it! Thank you” napatingin ka naman ng marinig mo ang bestfriend mo. may kasama siyang pitong lalaki at pinaupo niya to sa katabing table niyo. 

“Salamat sa pag invite, nag dala kami ng drinks” one guy said. they look close. napatingin naman yung ibang kaibigan mo sa mga bagong dating, mga pogi eh. 

“Dibs sa naka green” biglang sabi nung isa, mukang narinig nung kaibigan mo at tumingin naman ito sa pwesto niyo, ngumisi lang ito na parang may masamang balak. Medyo kinabahan ka naman. 

“Hoy i heard that ah, kayo talaga” sabi ng kaibigan mo ng maka balik siya sa table niyo. Natawa lang kayo. 

“I feel betrayed! May kilala ka palang mga gwapo tas hindi mo man lang nireto samin?” bulyaw ng kaibigan mo, you agreed. tama, dapat reto agad.

“Mga gaga, medyo off limits yang mga yan. Challenging sila landiin” 

“Buti nalang i’m always up for challenges”

“Nako tigilan niyo muna kakaisip sa mga lalaki! Mamaya na yan sila! Oh cheers!”

After the catching up and karupokan stories, nagsimula na ang kinakatakutan mo. your friend smirked and spun the bottle of smirnoff sa gitna ng table niyo. As much as you like these kinds of games, it gives you thrill pero being the scaredy cat you are wala kang guts to do the dares.

Unless you have enough alcohol to have confidence, in this case you have too much pa nga ata. Matapos ang ilang ikot at kalat ay biglang tumapat sayo ang bote. Your friends cheered, sinubukan mong itago ang kaba mo sa pag tawa nalang. You saw your best friend clapped to gather everyone’s attention.

“Since minsan lang sumama tong babaeng to sa mga gala natin, lulubusin ko na” she smirked and pointed her fingers to the guys at the other table. 

“Sis i dare you to sit on someone’s lap tas kiss mo sa neck.” Your best friend dared, demonyita talaga. Sinamaan mo siya ng tingin at inirapan mo.

“Kahit sino?”

“Yeah like from the other table, the one you find the hottest!” sabi niya while eyeing the guys na nasa tabing table niyo.

“Gaga ka talaga”

Bilang pinalaki ka ng sexbomb girls hindi ka magpapatalo, you swiftly got up from your seat and made your way sa kabilang table. May pitong lalaki na nag iinuman. A raven haired boy caught your eye. He’s wearing a beige polo with blue leaves patterned around it. there’s a silver chain necklace dangling until his chest, covered with a white tee.

You stopped in front of them, napatingin naman sayo ang iba. Napataas ka ng kilay when the guy didn’t even spared you a glance. 

“Hi, I'm from the other table and uh may dare kasi, if you don’t mind?” You sweetly said. You went to your target and even before you could do anything you heard him say something.

“You don’t want to do that,” he said with a boring tone. You furrowed your brows and confusingly looked at him. Your silent state made him look at you, with an amusing look rather.

“Oh? You don’t know me?”

“Should I?” He’s surprised na di mo siya kilala.

“I see, go ahead, miss do what you want to do,” he said with a smirk. 

“Jaemin gago ka ba baka mak-“

“It’s alright” pag putol ni jaemin sa kaibigan niya at sumandal sa upuan. 

“Let's get this over with” you said at kumandong ka sa sa kanya. You made eye contact with him with a few secs. You’re starting to feel annoyed dahil di na nawala yung smirk niya.

You placed your hands to his shoulder at mabilis mong hinalikan ang leeg niya. 

Bago mo pa man matanggal ang pagkakahalik mo sa leeg niya ay narinig mo ang mahinang bulong nito. 

“you’re a brave one. I thought you would know me but you don't so let me introduce myself. Na Jaemin, I'm the mayor’s son.”

Nanlaki naman ang mata mo at agad kang umalis sa kandungan niya pero di ka maka alis dahil nakahawak pala siya sa bewang mo

“Let go”

“Not when you piqued my interest babe”

You blushed at tinulak mo ang dibdib niya para makaalis ka sa kandungan niya.. Nakita mo naman na he’s staring at you and winking when your eyes meet. Agad ka namang bumalik sa table niyo.

 ohmygod

“Nako yung anak pala ni mayor ang nais!” sabi nung kaibigan mo, nagulat ka naman.

“Alam niyo?!”

“Oo girl”

“hindi niyo man lang ako pinigilan?”

“Sis kasalanan ba namin na you find him hot? Tsaka di naman namin alam na di mo siya kilala” natatawang sabi ng best friend mo. tinakpan mo ang namumulang mukha mo at tumungo dahil sa kahihiyan. 

LORD SANA NAMAN SINABI MO! Nakakahiya! at dinamay mo panga si lord. Tumagay ka at hinihiling na malimutan mo ang kahihiyan na ginawan mo. 

You bit your lip when Jaemin’s scent still lingers in your brain, ang fucking bango. you internally sighed, annoyed by the fact that the mayor’s son still won’t leave your mind. 

Napansin naman ng bestfriend mo ang iyong internal dilemma, and decided to make your night more exciting. 

“Mark! Hey!” Nagulat ka naman nung sumigaw yung best friend mo, he called yung isang lalaki sa kabilang table. The guy stood up and went to your best friend. 

“We’re playing a game, you guys wanna join?”, nanlaki naman ang mata mo ng marealize mo kung ano ang binabalak nito.

“Sure sure, i’ll ask them” Mark said and went back to their table, you silently prayed that they wouldn’t join. Not when you’re still not over to your stupid dare. 

Mark and his friends stood up, with their chairs in hand they walked towards your table. 

“We’ll join, the more the merrier diba?” Sabi nung isang lalaki, he has a bright aura around him. You looked down, avoiding Jaemin's eyes. 

“Guys usog kayo para maka pwesto sila” sabi nung isa, everyone stood up at nag adjust ng seat except sayo. You didn’t bother. 

Nagtaka ka naman when your friend made a big gap between you two, pwede naman siya umusog palapit sakin, bat umusog yun palayo? pero huli na ang lahat ng marealize mo na pinagkakaisahan ka ng mga kaibigan mo. 

You saw a chair beside you bigla, you suddenly felt nervous. fuck fuck baka tabihan ako ni Jaemin. napatingin ka naman ng may biglang umupo sa tabi mo. A mix of relief and disappointment washed over you. 

Hindi si Jaemin ang tumabi sayo, thank god. if you remember correctly siya yung katabi ni Jaemin kanina. You sneakily studied his features.

“Gwapo” you whispered, napalingon naman siya sayo. Your eyes met and he gave you an eye smile. For someone who looks so intimidating and handsome, he looks cute when he smiles. you found his little mole under his eye cute.

Napunta naman sa dare or shot ang laro niyo, para daw mas exciting. Habang busy ang mga kaibigan niyo sa laro ay you and your ‘seatmate’ talked. You learned his name is Jeno and he’s an archi student. 

“Isn’t archi hard and tiring?” You asked, strangely Jeno's soft spoken and fun to talk to. Jeno laughed at your question.  

“It does, sobrang draining lalo na sa plates pu-” 

“OHH JENO MAH FRIEND!” Naputol naman ang pag kwekwentuhan niyo ng sumigaw si Haechan (nag intro kayo kanina para daw kilala ang lahat) napatingin naman kayo ni kina haechan. 

“Ahh ako na ba?” Sabi ni Jeno, ngumisi naman si haechan at bumulong sa katabi nito. Sandali kang tinignan ni haechan at binalik ang tingin kay jeno. 

“Ano dare or shot?” Sabi ni haechan habang hawak ang isang baso na pinupuno ng alak, napangiwi kayo ni jeno. Mapap dare ka talaga.

“Dare nalang” daling sabi nito, ngumuti naman si haechan. 

“5 seconds walang malisya, kiss the one you find attractive” napa-‘ohh’ naman kayong lahat, nagulat ka dahil ganiyang dare pala ang binibigay. You’re too focused kay jeno kanina

“Kiss? Sa cheeks??” 

“Sa lips tayo, ano ka bata pre?” napanganga nanaman kayong dalawa ni jeno.

“Gago” sabi ni jeno at binato ng plastic cup si haechan

“Oh edi itagay mo to” sabi ni haechan at pinakita ang baso na puno ng alak, huminga naman ng malalim si jeno at napakamot sa batok. Bigla namang humarap sayo jeno at nilapit ang muka niya. 

“You’re pretty, can I?” He said while looking at you, you heard your friends cheers naman. Medyo napaurong ka dahil sa lapit ni jeno. 

“Ha?” You said clearly surprised that he chose you.

“You can say no” he softly said. you're relieved na hindi ka niya pinipilit. Pero you glanced doon sa baso ulit at naawa ka naman dahil mukang mamamatay yung iinom nun. You bit your lip and looked at jeno again. 

5 secs lang naman diba?

“Go lang” you said while nodding, you saw the surprise in jeno’s eyes. 

“You sure?” He asked again. You only nodded. 

Jeno cupped your cheeks and softly placed his lips to yours, kissed you for five seconds. After the kiss you and jeno only stared at each other and laughed. Your friends went wild.

“ANG HABA NG HAIR!” 

“AYUUNNN”

“NICE ONE”

“Tangina mo talaga Jeno, kaya sayo ako eh!” Rinig mong sabi ni mark, napatingin ka naman sa gilid as you felt an piercing gaze. 

Jaemin, staring at you. You felt chills down your spine when your eyes met. oh god i forgot about him. you avoided his eyes again and focused on the game. You just kissed jeno pero why the hell you’re thinking of jaemin?

Turn naman ng kaibigan mo na si Marge, you all cheered when her dare was to give someone a lap dance. Your friend confidently stood up from her seat and went in front of jaemin. Mas lalo naman lumakas ang hiyawan when music started to play and gave jaemin a lap dance. 

You don’t know what expression you have right now but you’re definitely staring at them. You saw how Jaemin's smirk grew when your friend straddled his lap. He placed his hands to her hips as she grinds down him. Nakita ka naman ni jaemin na nakatingin kaya he raised an eyebrow to you. well fuck that was hot  

Agad namang nag flash sa utak mo yung nangyari kanina, you silently cursed at yourself because it looks like you wanted to be at his lap again. You tried to distract yourself by eating ice cream. Nang matapos ang dare ay nakita mong kinindatan ni jaemin ang kaibigan mo. 

“SHUTA IBA KA TALAGAA!” Sigaw ng bestfriend mo, agad din namang nagpatuloy ang laro. At palala na ng palala ang mga dare. Mayroong nag chug ng isang pitcher ng alak, nag 7 mins in heaven, momol, at kung ano ano pa. 

“Jaemin pre ikaw na, ano dare o shot?” Si mark na ang tanggero dahil mukhang wala na sa sarili si haechan, halos lahat sa inyo ay may tama na. 

“Dare” he said, napatingin naman ang lahat kay Haechan na mukang nabuhay ulit. 

“Malakas tong si ssob Jaemin eh, sige ssob dare ko sayo momol. Kahit sinong gusto mo” sabi ni haechan. Napatingin naman yung iba sa kaibigan mo na nag lap dance kay jaemin at inasaar to. Nakisali ka din naman sa asaran dahil feel mo siya nga ang i-momol ni jaemin. 

“Sige” mas lalong lumakas ang hiyawan uli ng tumayo kaagad si jaemin, ayun nga lang hindi mo inaasahan na ikaw ang pupuntahan niya. 

“Tumabi ka muna, ako na dyan” jaemin said to jeno, nag titigan lang silang dalawa. Jeno scoffed and let jaemin take his seat. Jeno only smiles at you and moves to another seat. Jaemin took a seat and faced you. 

“I want you, tara?” he said

Tahimik ang lahat, inaantay ang sagot mo. 

“We could do it inside babe if you’re not comfortable” he said, jaemin saw hesitation in your eyes kaya he leaned towards you and whispered. 

“Look kapag sa loob they won’t know kung gagawin natin o hindi, win-win lang to” his deep voice is making you more dizzy, he has a point.

At this moment, you’re on the verge of surrendering yourself to Jaemin. He’s too much to handle. The amount of appeal and thrill he gives you is making you feel hot.

He extended his hand to you at tinanggap mo naman iyon. Jaemin smiled at hinatak ka sa loob ng resthouse. 

“TANGINA GO POKPOK!!” Rinig na sigaw ng bestfriend mo, you glanced at jeno din na may iba ng kausap. 

Sinundan mo lang si jaemin papasok, pag pasok niyo sa loob ay walang tao. Off limits and resthouse kasi nga dito din kayo matutulog mamaya kaya hindi pinagamit sa iba bukod sainyo. Jaemin lets go of your hand at umupo sa couch. 

ahh okay so walang momol?, umupo ka sa tabi niya at sumandal lang din. You mentally facepalmed yourself kasi umasa ka. 

“You look disappointed” he said while looking at the ceiling, natawa ka naman kasi parang he’s reading your mind or sadyang masyadong lang obvious. 

“Yeah, it’s written all over your face baby” he added, napatingin ka naman sa kanya at inirapan mo siya. 

“Bakit mo pa ako hinila dito?” you asked

“Ayaw mo ba?” he replied he looked at you with a smirk in his face, ugh, porket alam niyang gwapo siya.

“Ewan ko sayo, i'm not talking to you” you said at tinalikuran siya. Jaemin only laughed at your childishness

“Why? Were you surprised kanina? Alam you're really brave kanina sitting on my lap and kis-” pinutol mo naman ang sasabihin ni jaemin, i swear to god, this guy.

“what about it?” mataray mong sabi sakaniya, nagulat ka naman dahil pag lingon mo ay tumama ang ilong mo sa labi ni jaemin, the proximity made your heart stop. 

“You look hot, walking confidently to me and just casually sitting on my lap and kissing my neck” he said with a very deep voice. well, fuck it. Bakit ko pa ba pinipigilan sarili ko.

“Oh yeah?” you stood up and sat on his lap, nilapit mo ang muka mo sa tenga niya at bumulong. 

“You find me hot but why aren’t you kissing me right now?” you felt a chill when the tension suddenly changed. Jaemin’s eyes went dark and proceeded to grab you by the neck and kiss you. 

You immediately kissed back and pressed your body to jaemin. You moaned as you became drunk to his kisses, he kissed you so well that you forgot to breathe. Jaemin broke the kiss and smirked when he saw you high on your sex drive. 

“You taste like vanilla” he said and licked his lips, jaemin placed his hands to your waist and pressed you down to him. You bit your lip when you felt something hard down there. You crushed your lips once again but this time you opened your mouth inviting jaemin. 

Jaemin gladly inserted his tongue inside of your mouth, tongues swirling and lips lapping. Jaemin’s mouth tastes sweet that makes you want more and more. You removed his polo and tugged the hem of his shirt. You lifted his shirt up but you heard a loud sound.

Napatigil naman kayo ni jaemin at napatingin kung saan galing ang tunog, napalingon ka naman sa pintuan at nakita niyo si Jeno at yung kaibigan mo nag hahalikan habang sinasara ang pinto. what the fuck

Nanlaki naman ang mata mo ng marahas na tinanggal ni Jeno ang pantaas niya, you saw his toned abs and arms. You bit your lip when your eyes met Jeno’s as he kissed your friend’s neck. 

napahiyaw ka naman ng biglang hinila jaemin muka mo papalapit sa kanya. You shuddered when you met his dark eyes. 

“Eyes on me princess” he said and he grabbed your hair pulled to the side, exposing your neck. Jaemin latched his lips to your neck leaving hickeys and love marks. You close your eyes as you feel the waves of pleasure. 

“You’re giving Jeno too much attention babe. You’re mine first” he whispered to your ear. 

Jaemin removed his shirt exposing his own toned body, he wrapped his arms around you and stood up. You cling to him by surprise, you wrap your legs around him and place your arms around his neck. Jaemin exited the room and let jeno and your friend do their own business while he brought you to the bathroom for your own privacy. 

“Finally” he said, gently placing you at the counter by the sink. You smiled a little when you saw his back when he locked the door. god he’s so broad, explains why he can lift you easily. Jaemin slowly approached as he locked his eyes to you. He placed himself between your legs and sweetly captured your lips again. 

He ran his hands to your thighs up to your waist and to the hem of your top. He hastily removed your top and tossed it to the side. He reached for your back and unclasped your bra. ang bilis tangina He is doing all of that while kissing the soul out of you

“Fuck Jaemin” you whined when he bit your lips, you shuddered when you feel the vibrations of his low chuckle, making you more hot down there. You trail your hands to his wide chest down to his freaking 6-pack abs, you smiled when you saw his bulge aching from his pants. You palmed his erection, you quickly retrieved your hand when you heard him moan. 

“Oh, my princess’s such a tease. I hope you’re ready” he said halatang nabitin sa ginawa mo kanina, you only smiled at him sweetly without knowing that you’ll be wrecked in the next few moments. 

“Hold my hand,” Jaemin said and reached out his hand to you. Dahan dahan mo namang binuksan ang pinto at hinawakan ang kamay niya. Pa-ika ika kang lumabas ng banyo, bakit? Edi dahil sa lalaking nasa harap mo ngayon. You reached heaven because of his fingers and your legs gave up, it was too much. totally wrecked

“Ohmygod put some clothes on” sabi mo sakanya at binato mo ang damit sa mukha niya, tumawa lang siya at inalalayan ka maglakad. 

“What? Don’t I look hot? Tingnan mo naman! Abs!” pilyong sabi niya, inirapan mo lang siya. di naman siya mali

“Ang dami mo pang sinasabi tara na lumabas na tayo, baka hinahanap na nila tayo” pag mamadali mo, pagkatapos ng kahalayan na ginawa niyo ni jaemin sa loob ng banyo ay unti unti ka ng bumaba ng langit at nag sisink in na sayo ang kalandian na ginawa mo. 

Bago kayo makalabas sa pinto ay huminto si jaemin at humarap sayo, he lifted your chin up and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. 

“I had fun princess, tara na” sabi niya at hinila ka na palabas.

“Oh tangina eto na pala eh, ang tagal niyo! Puputok na ata yung pantog ko” lasing na sabi ni haechan, natawa naman kayo ni jaemin ng tumakbo papasok si haechan. Tinignan mo ang mga kaibigan mo, yung iba MIA na at yung iba naman knockout na. 

Inalalayan ka ni jaemin umupo at umupo sa tabi mo, narinig mo naman ang mahinang tawa ng mga kabigan mo. 

“Someone had fun, di na makalakad ah” pang aasar ng kaibigan mo, sinamaan mo lang siya ng tingin at sinubukan mong itago ang namumulang mukha mo sa likod ni jaemin. 

“Rinig na rinig nga namin eh” sabi ni jeno na nakaupo sa kabilang banda, nakapulupot ang braso nito sa kaibigan mo. 

“Pre, rinig na rinig din namin kayo mula sa banyo” sagot ni jaemin, hinampas mo naman siya sa balikat. Pero tama naman, rinig niyong dalawa ang bawat ungol at kung ano man ang ginagawa nila sa sala nun. And not going to lie, you ‘slighty’ got turned on dun. 

“Mga gago alam namin ginawa niyo kahit hindi namin kayo nakikita at rinig, pag pasok kopalang sa loob halata na ang kasalanan” biglang sabi ni Haechan na naka upo na sa tabi mo. tumwa lang kayong lahat nag nagpatuloy na ulit sa pag inom. 3rd round pa daw. 

Kinabukasan ay nagising kayong wala na sila Jaemin, masyado ka na atang lasing para mapansin na umalis din sila nung gabi na yun. Bumangon ka at nakita mong nakatulog ka sa couch. Binuksan mo phone mo at nakita mo naman ang mga text ng nanay mo sayo kagabi. 

You and jaemin didn’t exchange info yesterday, one time thing lang naman kaya bakit pa? Tsaka, halata din naman na he doesn’t want any kind of attachment. hello? Anak ni mayor yun. Di ko din reach!

Napangiti ka nalang ng maalala mo ang ginawa niyo kagabi, Jaemin is definitely that one summer fling that you will never ever forget.

[sourwormsaresour]

Okay,  I wanna hear your opinions on this.

Italy and India have had relations going as far back as the Roman Empire and many Indians and other South Asians have immigrated to Italy since then. But it was during the early 1990s that Italy saw an increase in immigration coming from those countries due to the introduction of programs to bring engineers/IT specialists from said countries to work in the Italy’s technology sector. 

You know who studied Computer Science, worked in the industry as a professional as well as possibly pursued a doctorate prior to joining La Squadra? Melone. 

So, yeah... here are some headcanons about that for your reading pleasure. Keep in mind it’s mostly Indian culture but I’ve tried to incorporate other South Asian cultures too. 

Melone was first introduced to Desi culture when he met and got to know a few Desi students during his undergrad classes. 

One time, he was working on a group project and his Desi teammates gave him some spicy to eat as a sort of prank. 

Basically gave him some food and claimed it was sweet and definitely not spicy, thinking he was going to react badly to it. 

The motherfucker downed the whole thing as if it was nothing. Didn’t ask for water or milk. Had the audacity to ask for more of this supposed spicy food. 

Let’s just say they all became friends on that day and they all got a pretty good score on that project. 

His constant interaction with the community led to him growing a network of friends, co-workers, teachers, etc. that he still keeps contact with. They don’t know he works as a hitman as of 1996. 

All of them think he’s really busy with freelance work or his studies-  which isn’t completely false. But, it’s never a good idea to tell anyone that you work in the mafia. 

Some of his Desi friends introduced him to their parents and other relatives. They all consider him as part of their family and he sees them as his family too. 

His Desi friends love introducing him to their favorite foods, traditions, and occasionally making him commit harmless faux pas as a joke. 

He likes playing along and sometimes does it back to them with Italian culture. 

Ever since he was first introduced to Indian and various other South Asian cuisine, especially ones that are vegetarian based, Melone has been trying to find places to eat that serve such foods or ingredients to make the foods. 

He often goes to Lombardy, Bologna, and Rome in order to get spices and eat delicious dishes, since they have some of the biggest Desi population in Italy and his Desi friends often recommend him places there. 

Sometimes he brings his Hitman teammates along and flexes on them for how well he can handle heat and spice. 

Melone always asks the people to give him the spiciest stuff to eat, even when they’re concerned about how he would handle it. 

He’s the type of person that will put a ton of spices into his food, even if the recipe doesn’t call for it, because he loves his food to be flavorful and hot. 

He has a spice rack full of various spices: turmeric, cumin, garam masala, cardamom, cayenne, red chili, etc. You name it, he has it. 

He goes through a bunch of them quickly. 

Melone ends up being a regular at the Desi markets and restaurants as a result of his love for spice and food, restocking on spices every time he can. 

The aunties and uncles of these businesses end up knowing him by name after seeing him come by frequently. 

He makes an effort to engage in small talk. Asks them about their day, what food items they recommend, how their family is, etc.

It does help him get discounts and freebies but he’s very genuine when he speaks to them. He understands many of them feel dispora for living in Italy and does what he can to make them feel welcomed. 

Melone picked up Hindi, Urdu, Punjabi, and Tamil as a result. He can speak all four at a conversational level, and knows enough handful of words and phrases from other South Asian languages to have simple conversations with others. 

He has a heavy accent when he speaks any of the languages, but he tries his best to practice speaking when he can and even has workbooks that his friends give him to work on. 

He does get shy when his friends or their family members try to get him to talk. They like to encourage him to practice so he can become more fluent. 

He’s better at reading and writing than speaking their languages though. He also picked up Sanskirt quickly and can write as if he had learned it for years. 

Melone has a notebook full of words/phrases he learned and wrote down to remember. He carries it around and would use it to help talk to people or jolt down new words. 

Learning how to read and write allowed him to read the original transcript of works like The Mahabharata and The the Ramayaṇ, as well as religious texts and historical scientific texts regarding astronomy, math, and philosophy. 

That’s how he eventually learned and read up on the Kama Sutra, both the translated and original text. 

At one point, he was part of a non-profit project dedicated to creating software that can translate documents from Sanskirt and various other written languages of India to Italian, but it got dropped due to lack of funding. 

Sometimes, Melone would teach Italian words in exchange for learning new words from his friends’ native languages. 

He picked up the habit of calling the Desi elders “auntie” or “uncle” and they call him “son” in response.  

Sometimes the aunties and uncles have their younger kids call him “big brother” or “uncle”, either in their language or in Italian. 

There’s one time he accidentally called a much older member of La Squadra “uncle” out of habit and had to explain that he didn’t do it as an insult. Guess the member.

The elderly women love him because he tries his best to learn and respect their culture... also because he’s such a young, handsome man. 

The elderly men enjoy his company too and find his “unique style” amusing to look at. 

On another note, Melone loves to watch Desi soap operas and movies. Hollywood, Lollywood, etc. Those soap operas are his guilty pleasure.

He may have some pirated copies that were gifted to him so he can watch reruns when he misses them on TV. 

He would talk to the older women about the latest episode or movie that came out. Sometimes they invite him over to their houses for tea and to watch with them.

Sometimes they invited him because he can help adjust their satellites so they can watch their dramas in real time and not pay extra for cable. 

He and his friends used to have watch parties where everyone brings food and they just watch season finales together. 

They would go out of their way to translate and explain to Melone what’s going on when he’s not able to figure it out himself right away.  

Also, the elders sometimes gift him traditional clothing and accessories they brought over from their countries and have him try them out. Straight up would give it to him without notice and refuse to give it back. 

You can find Melone at festivities and even family affairs. 

Yes, this boy gets invited to events. He’s considered a close enough family friend to some families that he gets invited in the first place.

He was once invited to a wedding back in India by one of his friends and said friend’s family gave him a tour of their home country. That’s how close he was to them. 

Whether its Diwali, Holi, Baisakhi, Janmashtami, Eid- he’s there. He’s mingling with everyone and doing what he can to help the celebration run smoothly. 

He will pick up items for the party while he’s on the way if needed, and doesn’t mind making multiple trips to make sure the party runs smoothly.  

If you see a white man dressed to the Desi nines just vibing at a Desi party, that’s probably Melone. Leave the boy alone- he’s doing no harm. 

He loves going to weddings in particular. Not just because of the partying but because he loves witnessing the process from the beginning to the end. 

And yes, he has been part of the groomsmen a few times for his friends. Participated in everything needed for the weddings. 

Catch this boy being part of the choreographed dance number he learned a few days ago and unfortunately sticking out like a sore thumb because he can’t keep up. 

He’s trying his best. Please don’t make him more shy and embarrassed than he already is. 

Melone had to start declining most of their invitations when he became a hitman and will send appropriate presents and regards instead. 

He still misses dancing and partying at events when he gets the chance to. 

Because Melone studied computer science along with biology and was pursuing a doctorate, some of the Desi elders started using him as an example for comparison for their kids. 

“Look at Melone-uncle. He was smart to do well in school and study a good major.” “Brother Melone works hard. He double majored, has a job, and he’s still pursuing a Ph.D. You should do that too.”

It’s kind of awkward, but Melone learned to simply brush it off and tell the younger kids to not take those words to heart. 

The younger kids like that at least there’s an adult that understands where they’re coming from and support their interests. 

The most interesting experience he had with the Desi community involved marriage proposals- to him.  

You’d be surprised with how many aunties and uncles tried to ask for Melone’s hand in marriage. 

Matchmakers have asked him many times if he would consider being matched to a wife of his own, sometimes offering to do so at a discounted price. 

Aunties would introduce their daughters to him, claiming it’s just so they can be talk and be friends, but obviously they’re hoping the two of them would fall in love and marry each other and their daughter would get that sweet, sweet green card as a result. 

One of the families he is close to even bought wedding clothes for him to wear when he’s ready for marriage- claims it’s a future present for when he finally does it.  

In fact, that same wedding he was invited to in India was filled with some of the guests asking if he was interested in getting a wife and raising a family in India. 

Melone politely declined all the proposals but appreciates the offers. 

As much as he wouldn’t mind getting married, the fact that he’s a criminal is one of the many reasons why he has to say no. 

Then again, what better person to get a green card from than an attractive Italian-born man who respects your culture, tries to learn your language, and can eat spicy foods without fussing about it?

So yeah... Melone is an honorary Desi boy. 

Full disclaimer, I’m not Desi or Indian, so please let me know if these headcanons are incorrect or problematic. These are based on the similarities I see with Desi culture and my culture.

[indiandesijokes-blog]

High-quality Hindi Jokes-In case we couldn't laugh we would all go loony.

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Hello Stranger

Summary - You were going through a rough patch in your life. As you were drinking away your problems, you met with a green eyed man who acts a little too nice towards you.

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Warning - Mentions of crappy life, swearing, drinking, angst, fluff-ish, plot twist.

Word Count - 2.1k

Square Filled - One Night Stand ( @spndeanbingo ) - it is just mentioned

A/N - This is written for @impala-1979’s Words for Love challenge. My word was Viraag in Hindi. Viraag - The emotional pain of being separated from a loved one.

The divider is by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89

This is also my 5000th post on tumblr. Woah! Also I am back to my angsty self *evil laughs*

Rolling your eyes, you check your phone for the thousandth time that evening for any message.

“Bitch,” you grumbled, thinking about how your best friend had ditched you, again. You had waited for almost two hours for your friend to show up before you decided to leave the bar at first but then you decided to stick around for a couple of drinks.

Life has been kicking you in the ass lately. Maybe staying home and binging F.R.I.E.N.D.S for the hundredth time suddenly didn't seem like a bad idea considering the girl who you had thought to be your best friend had left you alone in a bar full of drunk and horny dudes.

Staring at the glass of whiskey in front of you, you sighed aloud grabbing the attention of the man on the stool beside you.

“What's a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” You looked to your right towards the source of the sound and saw a man staring at you with a creepy little smile on his face. You shuddered at the thought of answering the man.

“Not in the mood. Back off,” you grumbled, downing the glass of whiskey in one go. The sleazy person got up from his seat and stalked his way towards you.

“Fuck off,” you growled, as he placed his hand on the small of your back.

“Back off! That's my wife you're talking to,” A deep voice growled from behind the man, taking you by surprise, “Hey honey. Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to work an extra shift.”

You looked up and a freckle faced, flannel clad man staring at you with his beautiful forest green eyes. Your heart started to beat loudly as the man put a hand around your shoulder.

“Whatever dude,” the drunk grumbled and went off in another direction, probably in search of another person who can keep his bed warm for one night.

“What a creep,” you mumbled, the ominous feeling finally leaving you, “thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“No problem,” he said, removing his hands from your shoulder and taking a seat on the stool beside you, “So can I buy you a drink?” The green eyed man smiled.

“I just told that man to fuck off, what makes you think I will let you touch me?” You said, your eyes narrowing at him, “I am not your wife.”

“I don't do relationships and who said anything about touching? You look like-”

“Shit?” You joked.

“I wasn't gonna say that,” he smirked, “maybe tired was the word.”

“Gee thanks. Life's been tough, boss is an asshat, people who I thought to be my friends turned out to be nothing but snakes,” you said, signalling for a refill, “now, look at me rambling about my fucked up life to a stranger.”

“You need someone to talk to and I'm a good listener,” the man had a soft look on his face, “Name's Dean.”

“Y/N,” you smiled.

“See I am not a stranger anymore,” he chuckled.

“What am I? Four? You say your name and you're suddenly not a stranger, huh? Stranger danger, I hope you know that,” he played along.

“You're something else, you know that?” Dean smirked.

“I know. Heard that a lot. So different that no one sticks around,” you said.

“Then they don't know the real you.”

“Why are you wasting your time?” Dean tilted his head at you, confusion evident on his face, “I already told you I'm not in the mood. I just wanna get drunk tonight.”

“You seriously think that I am acting friendly just because I wanna get in your pants?” You kept quiet sending him a clear message that it was exactly what you were thinking. “You need a friend tonight and not a one night stand.”

“Why?”

“Why? I just told you the reason.”

“Dean, there are other girls in this bar who have been ogling you the whole night and giving me the side eye. Why are you wasting your night with me?” You asked.

“Because I know how it feels to hit rock bottom in your life when all you need is someone to talk to,” Dean said. You nodded slowly at the man’s words.

“What about you Dean? How's life goin’ on for you?” You asked.

“Full of crap.” He gave a dry chuckle.

You took a glass of drink and raised it, Dean mimicking your actions. “Cheers to crappy life.”

“Cheers.”

“Sometimes I think what if my life was a little different. More adventurous, more exciting,” you wondered.

“Trust me, sweetheart, this life is what you want,” Dean said, taking a sip of his drink.

You didn't realise how much time you had spent talking to the green-eyed man in front of him. You were slowly succumbing to the charm of the man and there was this nagging voice in your head telling you to get away from him as fast as possible but in your heart, you couldn't believe that Dean would have a single bad bone in his body.

“Tell me about yourself.” You asked, hoping you could find out more about him and stop being paranoid.

“My life's pretty sucky like yours, no offence,” he chuckled.

“None taken.” You giggled.

“There are days where I just wanna give up, like today but then I meet this beautiful girl who effectively makes my day better,” Dean said with a cheeky grin on his face.

“And who might be this beautiful girl?”

“She is sitting right in front of me,” he smirked, making your heart flutter in your chest. Maybe Dean was genuinely a good man.

“I am happy I could make your day better because all I did was ramble about my stupid life,” you smiled.

“You have no idea how lucky I am to see you tonight. Did I help you?”

“You did. Thank you for tonight, Dean.” You said, leaning into kissing him on the cheek.

“You thinkin’ of going back home now?” He asked politely.

“I am, considering my friend will never show up and I don't want to waste anymore of your time. You want to….come with me?” You hesitated, a little unsure about taking him to your home but you were quite surprised when he shook his head.

“I already told you that I don't wanna get into your pants. Just holding up my end of the promise,” he smiled, signalling the bartender to let him know you would be leaving, “You sure you're okay to go home alone?”

“I'll call a cab,” you said.

“I can drop you off, I have my Baby parked outside,” he said, waving his hand towards the exit.

“Baby?” You cocked your head.

“My 67 Chevy Impala, she is my Baby,” Dean beamed, puffing his chest out.

“You have a nice taste in cars, Dean,” you smiled, “but you do know this kind of feels like the start of every roadside horror movie?”

“So I got an upgrade from the creep to a psycho killer machine?” He asked, a cocky grin plastered on his face, making you shrug.

“Just sayin’. Who knows maybe you're David freaking Yaegar,” you teased.

“Why don't you get in my car and find out? Maybe it's my time to slice and dice,” Dean grinned, your eyes widening at the reference.

“You have good taste in movies too,” you said, “but let me tell you if you kill me, I will come back to haunt your ass, Mister.”

“I will gladly have a cute ghost like you haunt me my entire life,” Dean chuckled, and guided you towards the exit.

“Damn, she is one sexy car,” you let out a low whistle and saw Dean smirking at you.

“Time to slice and dice. Get inside the car now,” he chuckled.

After an hour, with proper directions, the black Chevy had come to a halt in front of your house. Dean had previously told you that he was in the town for a couple more days at the “Red Motel” with his brother.

“You sure you don't wanna-”

“Nah. I'm a man of my words, Y/N,” he flashed you a smile.

“Okay. Thank you for tonight,” you said, “You're a good man, Dean. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, handsome.”

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, a lump forming in his throat as he heard you call him handsome.

“Don't be a stranger if we cross paths again,” You gave him a quick hug before climbing out of the car.

He gave you a small wave as he revved up the engine. You looked as he turned his car and drove out of your place. You smiled as your mind replayed the moments from the evening. You went inside your house, closing the door behind your back.

“What?” Dean grumbled as he saw his brother staring at him, the moment he entered the motel room.

“Where the hell were you? I called you so many times,” Sam frowned at his brother who stumbled into the motel room.

“At the bar.”

“Why are you doing this?” Sam asked, “This is the third time in two weeks that you drove to this town.”

“Forgot the huge vampire nest we hunted?” He said, opening the cap of the beer bottle.

“Was it just about the case? I don't think my memory is failing me but doesn't Y/N live in this same town?” Sam raised his voice, “Did you or did you not go to the bar hoping you would meet her?”

Dean kept quiet.

“You can't do this to yourself Dean. It was your idea - you pushed her away!” It took Dean by surprise as he heard his brother yell at him. It was rare that Sam got this mad, “now you can't just waltz back into her life!”

“Sammy-”

“Don't ‘Sammy’ me, Dean. You-you did this to her, to us. Instead of dealing with the situation, you ran away from it!” Sam shoved his brother.

“I know! I know because I was the one who told Cas to erase her memories - give her a new life! I know it, Sammy. I know it better than anyone because I was the one who almost got her killed!” The green eyed hunter's voice broke at the end.

“You could have talked to her. She would have done anything to help you. It wasn't you.It was the mark.,” Sam said.

“It was still me,” he whispered, “she was the only one who could have talked me out of it but I didn't want that. This life - it's not for her, man. She deserves to have someone who is not ninety percent crap-”

“No. You don't get to say that. She was family. You shouldn't have made that decision for her,” the younger Winchester scoffed, “She would have stayed unlike you running from the problem because she loved you.”

Dean swallowed, “I loved her too. I still do but at least now she is safe….alive. She now has to deal with stupid bosses and asshole friends instead worrying about monsters, thinking about everyday to be your last.”

“Then let her go, man. Y/N’s not yours anymore. Y/N’s not your wife anymore,” Sam said, patting his brother's shoulder, “She was like a sister to me. I miss her. Everyday. I know you do too. But you gotta let her go.” Sam walked out of the room, tears pricking at his eyes.

Nursing the bottle in his hand, Dean stared at the bland wall in front of him. Closing his eyes shut, he remembered the intoxicating smell of yours entrapping him when you had hugged him, the way you were continuously playing with a loose strand of hair while talking to him. Looking down at his right arm, his left hand reached into his jeans pockets.

“I still love you, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

Twirling the wedding band between his fingers, he scoffed, “Till death do us part.”

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[seasonsofeverlark]

Family Prayer

Author: @mega-aulover​

Prompt: Buttercup and Diwali are not things that go together. So even though Katniss dosen't like him much, she and Peeta try to make things easier for Buttercup on that day. [submitted by @everlurked​]

Rating: Fluffy G

Author’s Note: This is a story about Diwali and wouldn’t have been possible without @cadsingh77​ who spent weeks allowing me to ask all sorts of questions about Diwali and what it means to her. I patterned it on her descriptions. She read it, as well, to make sure there were no cultural faux pas. I apologize if there is anything amiss. Also, I’m remiss if I do not mention @norbertsmom​ who at the eleventh hour betaed this story. She’s my rock my bestie, and I would be nothing without her.

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Peeta glanced at his suit in the closet. His hands shook. 

In a few hours he was going to meet the family of the love of his life. 

He looked at the phone in his hands. He was lying in bed researching everything Diwali. His girlfriend Katniss had gone over the topic. She explained that just as sunset happens an elaborate puja, a prayer ceremony is done in a temple to begin the holiday. But to most Trinidadians or Trinis, as she called herself, like her family, they said little personal prayers in front of Laxmi, Saraswati and Ganesh and then they would light the diyas, little clay lamps, that they were going to placed in all of the rooms of the house. 

Katniss made it all sound so simple. Diwali was a celebration of light. A victory over darkness. A day to wear new clothing, beautiful jewelry, sing, dance, pray, and light diyas. Katniss said any other guests would arrive after the prayers and they would have a ton of food and everyone would eat and hang out, kids would light sparklers, and there would be singing and dancing too. 

Curious, Peeta watched every Bollywood movie on Netflix. Movies, however, never really explained everything. He put the phone down. He had to  be honest with himself; Katniss’ assurances aside, he was a fish out of water no matter what he did. He was going to meet the most important people in Katniss’s life, her family.

In contrast, his parents were Dan and Cindy from Port Jefferson, Long Island. They owned a bakery near the ferry. They were dull people, they were like the parents of Ian Miller from My Big Fat Greek Wedding. But a lot colder and more dysfunctional, dressed in tans and beiges. Peeta constantly questioned why they would own a bakery that matched the color of bland. They never veered from the menu. Never introduced a new seasonal baked good. Peeta was stuck in that rut until he met Katniss and his entire world changed and color was introduced into his life.

Katniss was the electric jolt that kickstarted his dull heart to life. 

The first time he tasted roti, the buttery tasting flat bread he literally cried. 

From the pictures that Katniss shared of her family, he could tell they were a riot of awesomeness. 

Katniss and her parents hailed from Trinidad and Tobago. Her family moved to Long Island from Germany. Her father was an engineer and physicist. He worked at the superconductor in Germany and then came to Long Island so that he could work on a project at Brookhaven National Laboratory. Her mother worked at Stony Brook University. She ran the nursing department. 

Peeta and Katniss both attended Stony Brook University. He was on his way to a yoga class and she was in her Pink boxing class. From the glass covered room Peeta watched her hit the punching bag like Joe Fraser, and he was a goner. Peeta had a thing for strong women. His first middle school girlfriend bossed him and made him carry her books to and from class and he was a sucker for her, but she broke his heart. She told him she was only using him to get to his older brother Ryan. Peeta battled so much darkness in his life and what he needed was to chase the darkness away and to let the light into his heart. But he couldn’t deny he liked strong women. 

There was something about a strong alpha woman who knew how to get things done, unlike his mother who was passive aggressive, and banged the pots in the kitchen and slammed refrigerator doors. 

He sighed as he worried about tomorrow. He googled Diwali’s greetings and butchered the language as he tried to speak in Hindi. 

Peeta sighed heavily.

Katniss’s mother invited him over the phone. She wanted him to come over before the prayers began. It was an honor because he was Katniss’ boyfriend, someone she chose despite her father trying to get her to date the son of a friend of his. Katniss put her figurative foot down and claimed she was dating Peeta. Her father didn’t want to meet him, but he knew of him. 

So the pressure was on to be perfect. He didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing, especially in front of her family. His hands shook, this was important. He wanted to make a good impression on Katniss’ family, even if her father didn’t like him or the idea of him. Peeta wanted them to like him because, truth be told, his own family didn’t like him. 

Peeta loved his family, but ever since he was little, he knew he didn’t fit into the landscape of his family. He was labeled as the emotional one. He was too irreverent for them. Peeta liked color. He loved to paint. He enjoyed the change in seasons where his family loved one season, summer, because they generated the most money then. 

His family liked one or two flavors. Peeta loved all flavors, spicy ones, bold ones, subtle ones. They hated that he was always pushing to change the menu at the bakery. His childhood room was always the one his parents never showed off, because as a teen he painted the walls of his room every shade of orange. Peeta knew they sighed in relief when he decided to stay in the dorms at Stony Brook. His football scholarship allowed him to have that opportunity. He trained hard, studied hard, and loved hard. 

“Katniss,” her name escaped his lips like fervent prayer and a wish. He loved her, was consumed by her, and he was so overly happy that she invited him to meet her family for Diwali. And now he had so much pent up energy he couldn’t sleep. 

His teammates made fun of him, because he got a goofy lopsided I-got-my-hippopotamus-at-Christmas type grin, whenever Peeta thought of Katniss. He closed his eyes picturing her olive skin, thick straight dark hair braided into a rope, small pert nose, and silvery eyes that were breathtaking. Though it wasn’t her physical parts that made him fall in love. It was the woman who lay beneath the surface.

What made him sit up and take notice of Katniss after he saw her box, and he was out of the yoga room, was that there was a blonde girl at the gym working out. There were these idiots guys making fun of her, calling that poor girl fat, just because she was full figured. Katniss walked straight up to the guys and gave them a scowl full of fire and brimstone, called the girl hot and told her that if she were gay she’d do her in an instant. Then she told the guys that they could jackknife themselves off the roof of the building. Peeta had never seen anything sexier in his life. Katniss was full of fire and she was resplendent more so than the sun. 

His phone buzzed drawing him away from his memories as the message came in.

KATNISS: Why are you still up?

Peeta grinned, his phone betrayed him. In some phones a little dot showed up next to the person when they were on their phone. Katniss must have noticed. 

PEETA: Stalk much.

KATNISS: LOL

Peeta could see those three little dots moving as she wrote a reply. 

For the most part Katniss wasn’t a talker. Unless she was passionate about the topic and then she was a chatterbox.

KATNISS: FUNNY. Seriously, tomorrow is going to be a long day. You need to sleep.

PEETA: Because tomorrow I am going to meet your family.

Peeta could see her rolling her eyes even through the phone.

KATNISS: You don’t have to be nervous. 

PEETA: If you tell me all I have to do is be myself, I swear I am going to come dressed as Buddy the Elf.

KATNISS: Dork.

PEETA: Yes, but I’m your dork.

KATNISS: They’re going to love you.

Peeta sighed. 

PEETA: This is important. I want to make a good impression. Your family is important to you and given that my family…

Peeta sighed. He’d brought Katniss to the bakery to meet his family because they didn’t have time for him. His father was pleasant. His mother, however, spoke loudly and slowly as if Katniss didn’t speak English. Katniss spoke various languages and was extremely intelligent. Her mother wanted her to be a doctor, but Katniss had a passion for the environment. Her major was environmental studies, with a minor in geology. She was brilliant and he felt like the dumb jock.

KATNISS: Your family is fine, well except for Ryan. Someone needs to examine him.

Peeta chuckled. His brother Rye stared at Katniss as if she was Christmas, Easter, and summer vacation all rolled up into one. He then proceeded to flirt with Katniss, by using every campy movie line known to mankind. In typical Rye fashion because he’d done it before to their other brother Lyle. Unfortunately in that instance the girl in question dumped Lyle to go out with Rye. 

He sighed. That was his dysfunctional family. Family gatherings were uncomfortable events. They weren’t exactly nice to one another.

PEETA: I have no excuse for my brother.

Peeta decided to follow his text with a self deprecating joke. A truth, his family thought him the odd one in the family. 

PEETA: But Ryan isn’t the bad apple. I’m not sure you know this, but I am the black sheep of the family.

KATNISS: You mean the sexy one.

A grin spread on his face at her compliment. 

Katniss’ family was conservative, and by extent, so was Katniss. He respected her boundaries and her values.  Family was everything to her and he loved her because of it, Katniss would lay her life on the line for her family. 

PEETA: Have I told you today how much I love you.

KATNISS: No, but I do love to hear you say it.

Peeta pressed the little microphone and recorded his voice, which sounded rougher to his ears than normal.

PEETA: (a voice email) I love you Katniss. I love your mind. I love your kindness. I love how you always talk about your sister Prim. I love the way you adore your dad. I love the way you look up to your mother. I think you are the most beautiful soul. And I am nervous because if you are wonderful, then your family has to be just as great.

He meant every word. 

They’d been dating for the last few months, but they’d been friends for two years. They weren’t easy years because of their schedules in school and the fact that her father had a mild heart attack right after they met. Peeta put himself in the friend zone because that’s what Katniss needed. He didn’t want her to feel pressure to feel romantic toward him when her dad, the most important man in her life, was ill. 

In the end, the bonds of friendship grew to a love so sweet and pure, that it shined out of her silver eyes. The first time she realized the love she held for him was more than friendship left him breathless, like stepping into a world filled with brilliant colors, light and joy. 

KATNISS: (a voice email) I love you too.

Her voice was breathy and filled with her heartfelt emotion.

Peeta couldn’t help but sigh contentedly.

KATNISS: Now as for tomorrow, don’t worry. When they see what a great guy you are, they will love you.

Peeta sighed.

KATNISS: NOW GO TO SLEEP, MELLARK!

PEETA:  Yes ma’am.

He grinned and would have followed her directions, but instead he stood from his bed and went into his suite kitchen. He needed to bake. It was the only thing he knew that would calm him down. He decided to make chocolate using the vegetarian items he purchased in the store. Come the morning he would make the Laddoos he planned to bring with him. In Hindi they were called Laddu but in Trinidad they were known as Laddoo.

Making the chocolate eased his nerves, so he actually got some sleep. In the morning, he showered and set to work on making the Laddoos. By three o’clock he was done, and all he had to do was wrap up the presents. Taking a red ribbon, he tied each box the way he’d done so many times at the bakery. 

His suitemates were gone. No doubt causing trouble somewhere on campus, which gave Peeta the time he needed to get ready. He took out his new suit. Even though Katniss told him he could wear a nice pair of slacks and shirt, Peeta bought a suit that was on sale for the special occasion. 

Taking a deep breath he took the small presents he had for her family. They weren’t necessary, but he wanted to make a good impression. He gathered up the Laddoos, the chocolate, the flowers - marigolds he sourced at the local home depot, and the paintings he made of her family made from the memory of the pictures she’d shown him. 

He drove, heading to the Everdeen home in Mount Sinai. The cottage-like house looked like something out of a movie or TV show: warm, inviting, like a real home, one filled with love, and not pretend.

As he walked up, he could hear laughter, genuine laughter, followed by singing and joy. Running a hand through his blond wavy locks he took a deep breath. “Okay Mellark, just be yourself,” he whispered, as he stood in front of the door.  

He raised his hand to knock on the door and his breath caught at the man standing there looking more like a navy seal instead of a physicist. This was Katniss’ dad. His chrome eyes were hard and they took him apart, much the way a defensive end could read a play and pick it apart while holding their defense line.  

“Happy Diwali.” Peeta tried to say confidently but his voice cracked. He could feel himself sweating.

Her father raised an eyebrow. “You are Peeta Mellark.”

Peeta nodded.

“Rahul!” A statuesque woman with blonde hair and pale blue eyes swatted Katniss’ father’s arm. He watched her sneak around him, dressed in a traditional red sari with gold thread. “Please behave.” Mrs. Everdeen quietly gave her husband a look. Her golden bangles clinked as she placed her hand dramatically on her hip. Peeta was glad Katniss had gone over the different fashions. He studied each one because he would do anything for Katniss. 

Peeta watched as her father’s hard analytical eyes softened the moment he beheld Katniss’ mother. Peeta could see how Katniss’ parents were a unit of one. They were in love and either one would fight the shadows and all of the evil in the world for their other half.  “Anjali.”

“I am Katniss’ mother, this is her father,” her pale eyes sparkled. “Please come in, we were waiting for your arrival. Come in,” she ushered him.

The home was two stories, to the left a halfway with rooms, to the right a living room, dining area, and a den to the far back. The house was decorated with warm rich colors, but everything was tied around the family, as pictures dotted the walls. There were lights everywhere hanging from the walls, the clay diya’s sat on the mantel.  Peeta stood in front of a picture of Katniss on her father’s shoulders, her twin braids flowing, her eyes crinkled in pure happiness. 

“Ohhhh you’re cute,” a younger, but deeper voice than Katniss’ said with impish mischief. 

Primrose took after Katniss’ mother, with the flaxen hair and the pale blue eyes.  Katniss explained that her mother was of British descent, while her father’s family, although sporting a European name, was from India. His great-grandparents came to Trinidad, fell in love with the island and stayed. 

Her mother walked away from her very wealthy family back in Trinidad to marry Katniss’ father. It was a little like they were the original Romeo and Julliet. 

His parents got together because his dad knocked up his mom.

“Primrose!” Mrs. Everdeen admonished. 

“What,” Prim said. Her pale blue eyes were inquisitive as she walked around him. The way Katniss talked about her sister, Peeta had expected a little kid, but Prim was as tall as he was. Her loose  pajama-like trousers that narrowed at her ankles, called shalwar, swooshed around as she made her round. Her red kameez, a flowing tunic with intricate gold patterns reminded Peeta of the pattern Mrs. Everdeen wore on her sari.

Prim was everything Katniss was not. She was a bold bright bubbly girl, who at this moment was making sure he was the real deal and not some mindless jerk. He stood, letting her because it was important that her family liked him. He wanted to be accepted. He felt his face flame up under the scrutiny. 

“I understand why my boring sister is constantly sighing.”

Peeta grinned, then he said, “Oh these are for you.” He gave them the presents. The flowers, the chocolate, and the sweetened chickpea Laddoos he made by hand for them.

“Oh these are fragrant, where did you purchase them?”

“He made them.” The soft voice that came behind him made his heart rate triple.

Peeta turned around and there stood Katniss wearing an emerald green lenghas. She had explained what it looked like, but at this moment, his brain that was always filled with words was momentarily empty, vanquished by her beauty. He swallowed, mouth slightly ajar. His eyes darted from the perfection of her face with those silvery eyes that captivated him, and the peek of dark hair that was hidden by the sari. 

Katniss held a shiny brass plate, she called a Tarrier, but in Hindi it was known as a Thali, containing coconut, almonds, and other sweets. Katniss told him the plate belonged to her great-grandmother Veronica. When her mother married her father, her great-grandmother gave it to her insisting it should go to her first born. He swore for a second he could see a miniature Katniss with his eyes staring up at him and holding the Tarrier. 

“He made them?” Primrose asked, Peeta could hear the intense curiosity in her sister’s voice. 

“His family are bakers, and Peeta is an amazing cook.”

“Really,” her father said, and his voice, the way he said that one word snapped Peeta out of his hazy fog. 

“Ah,” he nervously said. “I made her cheese buns,” Peeta felt the heat rising from his neck and caused those red splotches that his brothers made fun of. 

“Cheese buns,” her father repeated. 

“When you were in the hospital, daddy,” her eyes did not hide the pain of recalling those days. “Peeta noticed I wasn’t eating and cajoled me into eating cheese buns,” Katniss words were so soft. “He was the friend I leaned on for support when…” her voice trailed.

Peeta watched her father’s face take a look of adoring tenderness at his eldest, and when his eyes turned to Peeta they weren’t as frosty as they had been. 

“He even took me to temple to pray,” Katniss whispered.

“In Selden?” 

“Yes, daddy,” Katniss quietly said.

“Rahul,” Katniss’ mother chided. She cupped his cheeks, “Such a nice young man. Did you make the chocolate as well?” 

Peeta nodded, his eyes went back to her father. He couldn’t mess this up. 

Her mother smiled serenely, then her eyes lit with happiness as if she made a startling connection. “Oh! Pundit Sharma was right; they were destined in the stars.”

“Star crossed lovers just like you and mom,” Prim said. 

Her father cut his eyes away. 

“Oh my, these chocolates….” Prim moaned. 

“Primrose!” Her mother admonished. 

“What, he said they were for us,” Prim shrugged, plopping a chocolate in her mouth. “I’d say he’s golden. So what does a cheese bun taste like?” 

“Primrose, really, must you think only of your stomach?” Katniss shook her head. 

“Girls,” their father said in a stern tone of voice. “It’s near sunset. Upstairs with the lot of you. I swear corralling a dozen baby ducks would be easier.” 

The women headed upstairs. Peeta wasn’t sure, but her father swept a hand for him to follow him upstairs.

Peeta wasn’t sure what he was expecting, hopefully like something out of Khabi Kushi Khabi Gham. They had a small altar where he watched all of the women present the offerings and began to bow their heads. He stood behind quietly observing, but when Katniss began to pray it was like a song and her words that he didn’t understand wrapped around his heart and his lashes fluttered closed and a single tear fell down his face. Song after song her voice combined with that of her father, her mother and sister caused him to realize just how much he wanted to be part of this family, to be loved and accepted. 

He too prayed for a family to want him, to be needed. 

Peeta was so wrapped up in the moment when it was over he opened his eyes to find her mother standing before him with trembling lips, and watery blue eyes.

“Bend down son,” her father said with warmth in his voice. “She’s going to honor you by putting the sindoor on your forehead.” He pointed to his forehead, though his eyes had completely lost the frost. They were filled with admiration and the same warmth he had in his voice. Her father looked at Katniss and nodded as if giving her his blessings. 

Unsure if what he had just seen was real, his eyes went to Katniss,  but Prim said, “Go ahead Peeta, my father has just fallen for you too.” Her voice squeaked with that enthusiasm only a teenager could have. She wiped the tears from her face as well. 

Peeta bent down slightly. Mrs. Everdeen’s hand slipped to the Tarrier and with her ring finger she pressed it into the red dust Katniss’ father called sindoor.

The press of her finger was light. “When my daughter marries you. You will sprinkle this sindor over the part in her hair to symbolize her marriage to you.”

Peeta’s eyes flew to her father who nodded. “Welcome to the family son.” He clasped his back and said. “Now let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

Peeta couldn’t help but grin. He gazed at Katniss who came to him, her smile shy. He was going to follow them, but katniss put her hand on his, then stepped up and placed a small peck on his cheek. Then winked sassily. “I told you they would love you.” 

And like that, his prayers were answered; he now had a family. 

Years later, when he stood in the same position watching his little girl singing the puja, holding the brass tarrier, alongside Katniss. Just as in that memory from years ago he listened to Katniss voice blend with their daughter. Their voices blended in with his father-in-law Rahul, Primrose and her soon to be fiancé. Peeta was grateful that his prayers were answered, the darkness was swept away and light filled his soul.  And he was granted the family he always wanted.

[drethanramslay]

A funny thing called Fate: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)

Word Count: 4.6 K words (yeah yeah its more than usual)

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Warning: None, just some cursing

Author’s note: The next chapter is here and it is in Aisha’s POV!!

I decided to take part in @choicesseptemberchallenge20​ and the prompt is heaven which you will find in bold. 

TERMS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:

- IIT, Delhi: It’s one of the most premier institute for engineering in India. Delhi campus is said to be the best one in the country. The majority of the Indian CEO’s like Google, at least have a degree of IIT under their belt. 

-ku'uipo: Sweetheart

-'Ae: Yes

- Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai: Child, focus on your studies, friends come and go (TBH this is the one line which maximum desi kids have heard while growing up. That's why we can be uh.. awkward in making new friends lol)

-Main kya gadhi hoon: I'm such a dumbass (side note: gadhi (female) actually means donkey in hindi)

-Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine: I have not seen a bigger asshole than this guy. (yes I love swearing in hindi and what about it)

Forgive me if i made any errors

10 YEARS AGO- AISHA'S POV

My fingers ran against the spines of the book, my head tilted as I searched for a new book to dive into.

"Found anything of your liking, Aisha?" Tina, the librarian asked, her kind eyes twinkling. The old librarian loved me because I always helped around in sorting the books or with checkout. She suggested that if I were to help her, she would pay me so I decided why not?

But the lack of people coming to the library and their constant need to be fake on social media, flexing about their looks instead of textbooks often left the library empty which consequently resulted in free time.

Not that I minded.

In that free time I would either catch up on my study assignments or I would read the books recently added to the collection be it fiction, politics, history, astronomy... I wasn't picky about the genres.

But lately, my attention is being drawn to medical journals and textbooks. Yes, I'm 16 and that its definitely not people my age do but, to be the person balancing on the tightrope between life and death, the person who stands between existence and heaven... it's just a beautiful paradox that I can't help be captivated by the concept.

That and my strengths are biology and chemistry so its just an added plus. So, I definitely dream of being a world class doctor. 

Not to brag, but I know all the pulse points in the body and can name the bones of the skull in my sleep. My parents don't know that because... let's say there is a reason why I stay out of home for the majority of the day.

Are we again going to go over this? I am sick and tired of your fucking indiscipline. How I wish you could be more like Aditya... Mama's voice rung in my ears which made me close my eyes and take a shuddering breath.

Now is not the time to think about how awful you are. I repeated it in my head like a mantra, making it a point to message my brother and rant about the newest development.

Despite our parents trying to pit me against bhaiya, we were thick as thieves. We always had each other's backs and we're there to cheer each other up. Whenever our parents would scream at any of us, we would wait until they fell asleep to do something to lift the other person up. Midnight feasts, movie binge or just cuddling and imagining a future where we were away from them... That always managed to cheer me up and I knew bhaiya enjoyed it too.

I don't think we fought that much either because we were pretty close in age, with only three and a half years difference. We are pretty like-minded and scientifically inclined only he was interested in computer engineering while I was fascinated by the engineering of the human body.

It sucked that he is in IIT, Delhi while I'm so far away. We still manage to video call irrespective of the time zones but it is not the same as having the comfort of your older brother.

"I think I will take this." I handed her a battered copy of Gray's anatomy.

Tina just gave a knowing smile and I checked out. I headed to the nearby Fleming Beach Park, which is one of the most popular beaches in Maui. It was a five-minute walk from the library and the majority of the school population used to come here to hang out in the evenings.

Not that I was paying any attention to my oblivious classmates.

I headed to Kimo's Beach Shack and the owner gave me a gentle smile.

"What will it be, ku'uipo? The usual?" They asked as they wiped their hand on the dishtowel.

"'Ae." I smiled at them and they started making my favourite drink- Strawberry milkshake.

Precariously balancing my bag, the drink in one hand and my wrist-thick library book under the armpit of my other hand, I headed to the quieter side of the beach, away from the raucous.

I settle down under the shade of the palm trees and lean back against the rocks, taking in the view around me. I could see people from my school roaming around in their swimming suits either playing volleyball or surfing. As I sipped my milkshake (looking like an absolute loner, must I add) my eyes drifted to their happy faces as the joked around, laughing and having fun with their friends.

The two concepts that are so unfamiliar to me.

When I was back in India, I had a good group of friends who I would hang out with and play basketball with. It was good but shifting to a new place can strain those relationships. I do follow them on social media but seeing them enjoying and doing the things which we used to do together, it causes my heart to ache.

And I never really tried making friends here in Maui because a) The people here didn't consider me as one of them and b) My parents kept on saying it is temporary so there was no point focusing on that. Beta padhai par dhyaan do, dost aate jaate hai. My dad told me the one night I decided to express my excessive loneliness.

Thanks papa, real helpful. I shook my head, sipping my drink as I carefully opened my library book.

"You look sad." A childish voice spoke up breaking me out from my melancholy. I looked up and saw a four-year-old girl, her doe-like eyes staring down at me. She was wearing a pink summer dress and a cute bow hairband, taming her light brown hair.

"Huh?"

"You look sad... and lonely."

"I am okay, keiki... Don't worry."

The kid's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "How did you know my name?"

My eyes widened. In the two years in Hawaii, I had learnt a little bit of Hawaiian and spoke in bits and pieces. And I'm pretty sure keiki meant 'child' in Hawaiian so you could imagine the shock I felt when her name was the literal translation of child.

Who the fuck names their child... child?

"A lucky guess. It is nice to meet you Keiki." She moved her hand forward and Keiki's hand clutched my big hand with her small ones shaking it. Her hand was as big as my palm.

"What's your name?" Keikie asked as she sat down next to me.

"I'm Aisha. And, what are you doing here all alone?"

"I came with my elder brother but he and his friends were playing and he forgot his promise to build a sandcastle with me. So I just went walking." She huffed and crossed her short arms across her chest.

"Well, your brother would be worried about you, won't he?" I asked as her eyes scan the crowd, looking for a guy who remotely looks like my little companion.

"Well, I think that's a go-good puni-shi-ment for him." She struggled with the big word.

Aisha chuckled and soon Keiki's giggles joined hers.

"You remind me of the times when I used to bother my elder brother like that. He would get so mad."

"Where is he now?" She asked as her hands fisted the sand, her eyes moving to look at the brunette.

"Well, he is in university, in a completely different country."

"Do you miss him?"

"A lot." I sighed. Her puppy eyes met mine and she reached to hold my elbow. I smiled down at her, appreciating the gesture. She opened her mouth to ask me more questions when we heard a commotion.

"KEIKI!! There you are!" A shout wafted towards us, interrupting Keiki. I saw a tall guy jogging towards us and when my eyes landed on him, I immediately recognized him.

Bryce Lahela. The golden boy of my school, with girls and guys falling for him, left, right, centre. And right now, he was approaching me completely shirtless, his abs glistening in the evening sun. He had a Polynesian tattoo wrapping around his left bicep and ending a little below his collarbone which had me feeling... uh thirsty?

Cool, cool, cool, just act like yourself.

Yeah as if that's helped you deal with your awkwardness. Her conscience snarked at her.

“Shut up.” I muttered to myself. But, I wasn’t subtle enough and Bryce turned towards me, a weird look in his eyes.

Off to a great start, Aisha. Keep up the good work. I mentally groaned as I went back to reading my library book. 

"Thank god Keiki you are okay... I was so worried." He kneeled and hugged her, immediately forgetting my weird mumblings. I could feel the body heat emanating from him and suddenly, the anatomy of the kidney seemed more interesting than the hot guy beside me.

"Its okay Bryce. I was talking to my new friend." Keiki squeaked as she pulled away from the hug, two sets of hazel eyes staring at me now.

My eyes widened and I subconsciously reached to push my glasses up my nose, feeling the back of my neck heating up.

"Well, thank you so much." His voice reverberated and I swear I felt as if I would combust at the spot.

I looked up and shot a tiny smile. "No worries. Keiki here makes a nice study buddy."

I internally smacked my head. Study buddy? Really? Who uses that term now?

"Of course. Daddy says that I'm a beauty with brains." She said with a smug smile.

"Well, that's the one thing that I agree with dad," Bryce said as he settled down on her other side. The one feet distance enabled my mind to resume working.

I smiled down at Keiki and I found that Bryce was looking at me intently.

O... okay?

"Wait... You go to my school right? Lahainaluna High School?"

I nodded my head. I was about to introduce myself when his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

He was snapping his fingers when his face lightened up with recognition. "You are Aisha, right? The newbie who joined us last year I was in your chemistry class last year."

The drink almost fell from my hand and I had to clutch it tighter to prevent myself from making a bigger mess. Clearing my throat I smiled nervously. "Yeah, that's me. You are Bryce, right? You are on the basketball team, right?"

"You know me?" He asked, shocked and I could hardly stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Duh?! You are Mr. Popular with really good looks and either people love you or hate you." I rambled off.

A small smile played on his lips. "And which category would you belong too? The love or hate category?"

I gave a shy smile. "Let's just say I'm on neutral grounds. Give me a good reason why I should like you."

"Because of my dashing looks? My tattoo?" He stretched his hands wide, gesturing towards himself. His hair caught the evening light, making it look like a halo. His hazel eyes had flecks of gold which threatened to drown me but before I could get lost in his sheer beauty, I shook my head to snap out of the daze of his presence and gave a mocking sigh.

"Aaaannnndd, he is just like other dumb jocks who is overly obsessed with his looks. Why are they all the same?"

Keiki put her hand sympathetically on my lap. "Don't worry Ash. I don't like Bryce when he talks about his looks either."

Bryce gasped. "Keiki you are breaking my heart."

"Good."

He reached for her and started tickling her which made her squeal with laughter. I had to get up so that the sand doesn't get on me, laughing at the sight. "Brryyccee!! Stopp!!"

"Not until you tell me I'm the best brother in the world."

Gasping for breath with tears in her eyes, Keiki breathed out in defeat. "Okay, okay. You are the best... brother in... the world."

Bryce pulled back a grin playing on his lips.

"Good."

My phone rang and I saw Mama's name flash on the screen which made me sigh.

"Your mom?" Bryce asked.

"Yep. should reach home before she turns into momzilla." We chuckled as I put my book into my bag.

"Bye Keiki, it was nice talking to you."

"Bye Ash. I like you. Can we make sandcastles next time?" I laughed and nodded, "Sure sweetie."

"Where is my goodbye?" Bryce pouted.

I rolled her eyes. "Bye Bryce. See you around."

And with that, I turned on her heel, and walked home, feeling much better.

PRESENT

Aisha felt like banging her head against the wall of the hospital out of utter embarrassment. In the span of 7 hours, she had pissed off her superior, met her ex from ten years ago, got stuck with a partner who hardly did anything and now managed to embarrass herself yet again in front of her role model.

Rookie... Are you hiding from me? The way Dr. Ramsey had an eyebrow raised, as if to question why she was hiding behind another intern and the appalled expression as she stumbled over her words were forever imprinted in her mind.

Not my brightest moment. Aisha recollected as she sighed at the way she stuttered and finally came up with an excuse.

I'm doing charts. She mocked herself as she shook her head. There was a table right next to me!! I could have come up with anything but that weak ass excuse.

And she had always dreamed that if she were to meet Bryce in real life, she would definitely insult the fuck out of him and then for the finishing stroke, she would probably punch him in his handsome face or kick him in the crown jewels.

But sadly, you seldom get the things you wish for.

I don't have time for this - Main kya gadhi hoon. She mentally groaned as she tried to shut off the part of her brain which was so hell-bent on making her feel humiliated.

She entered Annie's room to find her curled up in her bed, playing idly with her phone. She perked up a little when she saw Aisha, forcing a smile on her face.

"Oh. Hi, Dr. Khurrana."

"I just came by to see how you're feeling Annie."

Annie shrugged. "The same. The nurse came by and gave me some medication a little while ago.."

Opening Annie's chart she checked. "Yeah, antibiotics. It's too soon to see any improvement yet, but hopefully, we'll see some results soon."

Aisha was about to turn on her heel and leave when she heard Annie's small voice. "hey, could you stay awhile? It's... kinda lonely, being here all on my own."

Aisha gave an empathetic smile and reached to sit down on the chair near her bed. "Of course I can."

"Thank you once again doc."

"No, thank you. I haven't been off my feet since I got out of bed this morning. So Annie," Aisha leaned forward, "what are you studying?"

Annie blinked as if she was confused by the question. She took a couple of heavy breaths before attempting to answer.

"My master's is in... English... but my... my..." She swayed, her voice woozy as she tried to finish her sentence.

Aisha was on alert. "Annie, are you feeling okay?" She asked as she felt her pulse which was dropping before Annie passed out.

The heart rate monitor sounded a long, flat tone as her heart stopped.

"OH MY GOD!! Code blue, I need some help here!!" Aisha shouted, pressing the button near her bed.

"C'mon Annie stay with me." As Aisha stood on the nearby stool, performing CPR as she waited for the code team to arrive.

"Aisha?!" Jackie's shocked voice made her lookup.

"Jackie, where is the code team?"

"Room 502 called a code blue just before you. Just keep up with CPR. They'll get to you when they can!"

Aisha's eyes flashed. "That could be too late!! Help me, Jackie we are losing her fast."

"What were her symptoms?" Jackie asked as she snapped on the latex gloves and moved towards the bed.

"Symptoms were headache and nausea. Started during her vacation to Indonesia. Aurora and I did a blood workup and gave her cefpodoxime." Aisha opened the gown and Jackie's eyes narrowed in on the rash rapidly spreading on the side of the body.

"She is breaking in hives. She is in anaphylactic shock!"

"Now that I think about it, it may be because of her allergy to the antibiotics I gave... I had fucking asked her, dammit." Guilt made her chest heavy.

Jackie's face turned into a scowl as she wheeled the defibrillator cart closer. "It doesn't matter whose fault it is. This girl needs you now! We have to get her heart started ourselves."

Aisha nodded as she opened Annie's gown, baring her chest. She took a steadying breath. You have done this numerous times in AIIMS, you can do this.

Taking the paddles, she placed one paddle on the right side, beneath her collarbone and the other paddle on the left side, just beneath her armpit.

A small impressive smile made its way on Jackie's lips. "Good, now set the charge."

"Charging to 300 volts... Clear!"

Annie's body spasmed as the paddles discharged. Keeping them aside, Aisha resumed her compressions on Annie's chest.

C'mon Annie... You can do this... Come back to me. Aisha prayed.

The monitor beeped twice before Annie's heartbeat returned, accelerated but constant.

She let out a sigh of breath as she bent over the bed. Jackie clapped her back. "You are soooo lucky."

"Shut up. Now just give her an epinephrine injection and intubate while I maintain compression."

Jackie nodded her head and Aisha shot a grateful smile as she continued her compressions, her hands aching.

"What the hell is going on in here, Rookie?"

Yikes. Aisha winced at the tone and looked up to find Dr. Ramsey glaring from the doorway.

Time to own up, buddy. She sighed and spoke up. "Dr. Ramsey, she was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed.

She couldn't gauge his reaction from so far away. "Well... at least you are taking responsibility. Sometimes patients don't know about their own allergies. That's why you always have to be cautious."

Jackie injected the epinephrine pen into Annie's tight. Still unconscious, Annie took a shuddering gasp of air.

"And now we intubate."

"Excellent work, Doctor...?"

A self-satisfied smile made its way on Jackie's face. "Varma."

"You were assigned to this case?"

"No, I was passing and I hear Dr. Khurrana calling a code blue."

A smile made its way on his face which shocked Aisha. This man voluntarily uses his facial muscles to smile? I wouldn't have known. "The patient's very lucky you were here. I'm not confident Dr. Khurrana could have handled this alone."

Now, wait a damn minute... Aisha clenched her jaw. This wasn't her first time she was getting insulted and yeah it was called for but it didn't help her feel any better either.

Jackie bit her lip and glanced at Aisha, which Aisha pointedly ignored. Watch her jump at the opportunity in 3...2...1

"Thank you. Just doing my job, Dr. Ramsey."

There it is.

Gulping down her annoyance, Aisha spoke up. "Dr. Varma really bailed me out." Aisha turned towards Jackie and nodded stiffly. "Thank you, Dr. Varma."

Jackie tried to read her, guilt swimming in her eyes.

She should be guilty, she took the credit of the save when I was the one calling the shots.

"...Anytime."

Fuck you. She narrowed her eyes slightly which made Jackie wince.

Luckily, Dr. Ramsey gave Jackie an out. "Dr. Varma, you should return to your patients."

A relieved smile made its way on her face. "Yes, Doctor." Throwing a backward glance towards Aisha, she walked out.

Dr. Ramsey swivelled towards Aisha, his face drawn tight with annoyance. "And you... you need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here. It doesn't matter that it's your first day, or that you're still learning. Whether this girl lives or dies is on you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, Dr. Ramsey."

"You still have no idea what's wrong with her, and your first attempt nearly killed her. This is the real world. No room for mista--"

"Hi, Dr. Ramsey? Sorry to interrupt." A short Asian intern interrupted him and Aisha let out a small sigh of relief.

This guy would give my parents a run for their money. Why do I meet assholes everywhere I go?

"For the love of God, what now?"

"One of the nurses told me... that one of the other interns told them... that one of the doctors said..."

Dr. Ramsey certainly didn't enjoy beating around the bush. With a biting voice, sharp enough to make both Aisha and the intern to flinch, he commanded. "Skip to the point."

"Dr. Toussaint needs to see you urgently." She rushed.

Dr. Ramsey pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered something about 'interns' under his breath.

Straightening his coat, who gave pointedly glanced at Aisha. "Remember what I said, Rookie. Next time I see you, you'd better have solved the case." He turned on his feet and stormed out making the petite intern jump.  

Aisha stepped out into the hall with the intern, leaned against the wall and let out a sigh.

"Thank god for Dr. Toussaint. I swear if he wouldn't have called, Dr. Ramsey would have burst a vein or something."

The intern leaned against the wall adjacent to Aisha. "Yeah... Too bad he doesn't actually need to see Dr. Ramsey."

Aisha's eyes widened and she turned to stare at the other intern. "Huh?"

"I made it up! I could hear Ramsey chewing you out halfway down the hall, I figured you might need a save."

Oh my god, that is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.

Aisha smiled brightly. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. But you could get in serious trouble if he realizes it."

She shrugged with a cheeky grin. "If. Besides, I'm tougher than I look. I'm Sienna by the way. Or Dr. Trinh. Whichever floats your boat."

"I'm Aisha Khurrana. Thanks again." Aisha's pager beeped and she looked down and sighed. "As fun as our little adventure was, I need to get back to work. Nice talking to you Sienna and once again, thanks for the save."

"Bye, hope you solve the case. Also, wait! I heard all the doctors hang out at this bar called Donahue's. I think, just down the street. Apparently, it's like the place to go and decompress after a long shift. Wanna come?"

"Sure!! If only I survive my first shift."

Sienna gave a brilliant smile. "Assuming you live through the next few hours, I'll meet you in the atrium after we clock out."

And Aisha got back to work, tending to her other patients but Annie's unconscious face kept on flashing behind her eyelids and Ramsey's words echoed in her head, like a broken tape recorder.

You need to have a long hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here.

She took a shuddering breath, doubt slipping into her mind, making her question everything she did. Every patient she treated and every prescription she signed.

Am I really cut out for this?

She tried to stop the rising anxiety but it still continued to swell in her like a balloon. Her throat began to dry up and it felt as if the weight on her chest didn't allow her to breathe.

Oh god, it's happening.

Feeling like she was on the verge of a breakdown, she ducked into a dark supply closet so nobody could see her while she tried to pull herself together.

It's okay. You worked your way through med school to get here. You are worthy. She chanted, taking in gulps of air.

It had hardly been a minute when the door suddenly opened and she heard footsteps.

Aisha internally groaned in annoyance. "Get in or get out. Just quit holding the door." She turned around and saw Bryce.

Oh fuck.

He nervously cleared his throat and walked towards her, maintaining his distance. "I feel like I'm interrupting something. Are... are you okay?"

Thanks to the dark, he couldn't see her tear rimmed eyes. Sighing loudly she untied her hair and ran her fingers through it, something she often did when she felt like her life was on the verge of falling apart.

"Nothing. I'm just looking for something." She tried to speak in a sharp tone but it just sounded like her voice was cracking.

She knew that Bryce had definitely heard how close she was to crying. Concern laced his voice. "Hey, I know when we met I was nothing but a dumb, self-obsessed jock but it's different now. I... I know you are not okay. Want to talk about it? Or vent?"

Goddamit Bryce. "Fine! I almost killed my first patient and I fucking swear to god I saw my career flash before my eyes. But it was lowkey my fault. I should have checked for allergies. But I tried fixing my error by calling the shots and Jackie helped me. BUT that's not it! Instead of being a humble person, Jackie swoops in and takes the credit of my save and Dr. Ramsey just goes on congratulating her as if she won some fucking AMA Award-"

"Aisha, breathe."

Taking a lungful of air she continued. "- And don't even get me started on Dr. Ethan Freaking Ramsey. Duniya main maine itna bada gaandu kabhi dekha nahi hai maine. What a dick!! He should get fucking laid to work off all his anger issues-"

Bryce snorted but didn't dare to interrupt Aisha. From the short time they dated, he knew better than to interrupt her mid-rant, it only managed to instigate her.

Another deep breathe. "- Boy does he manage to make me doubt myself in every step of the way like am I worthy of being here? I mean, I threw my heart and soul into med school because I wanted to be the best doctor out there but dammit I don't think I am ready."

When he made sure she wasn't going to launch into a new roast session, he spoke up. "Wow. You managed so many years of med school, but eight hours into the shift and you're surrendering? Didn't take you for a quitter."

Excuse me? Aisha's eyes narrowed.

"You don't know me anymore Bryce. The Aisha you dated is long gone and dead." She said in a low voice.

He shrugged. "True, but I know that you still have the fire in you to do what you love the most. C'mon, you have dealt with worse but yet you are here, standing tall. This is just temporary. I know you can pick yourself back up and break down all the obstacles in front of you."

She looked up at Bryce, only able to see the faint outline of his body. He still was the same- tall, well built and with really good hair. "No offence but... you used to be the guy who would wet himself during chemistry practicals, what happened to make you so...?" She gestured her hand at him, accidentally hitting his hand.

He hesitated. "As you said, things changed and you don't know me anymore Aisha."

"Fair enough."

The lack of space and the awkward silence just fueled the tension between them. She could feel his converse bumping into her shoes and the heated gaze on her face.

There used to be a time when Aisha and Bryce would talk for hours on end and they never ran out of topics to talk about. Be it something as lame as which is the superior flavour of ice cream or as deep as life after death.

Look at us now... Aisha thought to herself, gulping.

Her hair fell on her face as she averted her eyes, unable to come up with something to talk about. Bryce's hand involuntary reached to push back the rebel strands behind her ear, his hands caressing her cheek in the process. It felt as if electric sparks shot up her cheeks, making her blush.

Bryce opened his mouth. "Aisha-"

The door opened and she heard a feminine voice. "Bryce I saw you giving me the look so I decided to join you-"

A woman walked around the corner of the help and Aisha's jaw dropped. It was not because she was shocked that he was dating, he could screw the entire hospital for all she cared but, no... she was topless.

"Oh." The unknown woman placed her hands beside her.

"Sam-" Bryce began and Aisha spoke up at the same time. "I was just-"

The confusion was interrupted again when the closet door opened again and a senior resident stood before them, aghast. "What is going on over here?"

"Oh fuck." The expletive spilt from Aisha's lips.

The topless woman, whose name apparently was Sam, quipped in. "Yeah what she said."

Well, this is totally not awkward.

AUTHOR”S NOTE #2:

Number one, yeah I dragged PB a bit in regards to Keiki’s name.. PB do your research challenge 🙄

Number two, okay so about the tattoo part, me and @bratzlahela​ were just talking about Bryce having Polynesian tattoos based on this post and I had to integrate it in my series lol

This is something I imagined 🤭

Number 3, Also I tried to change up the scene a bit with Jackie because tbh, Aisha is pretty fucking smart and she won’t be like “Boo-hoo. I don’t know anything” And about the part where she spoke about using the defibrillator numerous times in AIIMS, In India the medical education is a little more hands-on and focuses more on clinical practice rather than theory. Medical students from first year start doing ward duty and help around in the hospitals taking patient history, etc. Also, they have a mandatory year of internship without which you don’t get your license.  

Number 4, So about that supply closet scene, how many of y’all thought would you get a make out sesh?

If yes, here is your clown wig 🤡

Number 5, AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT TODDLER KEIKI I SWEAR I WAS JUST GUSHING THE ENTIRE TIME 🥺

Lastly, IT PHYSICALLY HURT ME TO ROAST ETHAN LIKE IM SO SORRY SWEETIE 😭🥺🤧

This was a pretty long author’s note heheheh

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Your writing is so good and I loved that de-aged Tim fic :) If you’re still taking drabble prompts, could you please do either 114: “Oh my god, that’s a severed hand.” or 139: “The store was having their post-Easter sale so now I have a pantry full of cheap candy.” with Tim and Bruce?

LOL, Ren, you sent me this prompt like 2 years ago and I’m only just now finishing it. So fuckin sorry about that!! But hey, better late than never… right… alskjdla. I suck. Anyways, enjoy! 

Tim gripped the edge of his mask and carefully peeled it off his skin. He blinked away the tightness lingering around his eyes from the dried glue and threw the mask down by his feet where his tunic, gloves, and pants were clumped together. 

He always felt a little ridiculous whenever he had to change out of his costume in the car. Mostly because he kneed himself in the face an ungodly amount of times while taking his pants off. Bruce had it even worse with the Batman suit, hence why they tried to avoid mobile wardrobe changes as much as possible. 

Tonight’s impromptu wardrobe change was all thanks to Damian. The kid had been spewing his demon germs all over the manor since yesterday, and he’d polished off the last of his cough syrup around dinner. Since Alfred was busy making sure Damian didn’t die of his nasty sickness, Tim was the one who had to go fetch Damian some medicine from Walgreens.

The problem was that they weren’t carrying any cash, and obviously, Batman couldn’t be seen using Bruce Wayne’s credit card. Since Tim had the easier costume to get out of, Bruce decided Tim would be the one to go in and buy the medicine.

Tim was in the middle of putting on a white shirt when he heard a sharp gurgle that overpowered the rmm-rmm-rmm of the batmobile’s engine. He placed his hand on his noisy stomach and rubbed gentle circles over the freshly bruised skin.

“Can we stop at a Batburger? Peter’s hungry.”

Bruce, who was bobbing his head along to “Paint It Black,” paused. His cowl was off, and Tim blatantly stared at Bruce’s disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. The dark bags he was sporting didn’t help the fact that he looked like a raccoon heading to an AA meeting.

Bruce blinked once, twice, and then sighed deeply through his nose. “Who’s Peter?”

“My stomach,” Tim said. “You didn’t hear him talking just now?”

“Hnn.”

“You and Peter would probably get along since you both speak in monosyllables.”

The crease between Bruce’s brow made an appearance. “Why are you personifying your stomach?”

Tim kicked his feet up on the dash. He’d have to clean off his muddy shoe prints before Alfred noticed. “Because I’m not me when I’m hungry.”

Judging by the deep frown on Bruce’s face, it was likely he’d never seen a Snickers commercial before. What a waste of a joke. Tim would have to save that one for the next time he went on patrol with Dick.

“Grab a snack while you’re in there,” Bruce said. He pulled the batmobile over into an isolated area that was a block away from the Walgreens.

“Sweet. You want anything?” Tim asked.

“No.”

Tim hopped out of the car. “Suit yourself. I’ll be back in twenty.”

He shut the door and then sprinted down the uneven cracks of the sidewalk, praying he wouldn’t catch his foot in a pothole and go flying. The lack of light certainly didn’t help with that problem. Seriously, did all the street lamps on this block spontaneously bust or what?

By some miracle, he made it to the store unscathed. He walked through the automatic doors, squinting his eyes to protect them from the bright fluorescent lights.

The lady at the register was a middle-aged brunette who looked like she was about to fall asleep on her feet. She regarded Tim with a quick look and threw out a greeting in a tone that didn’t match her expression whatsoever. Tim gave his fellow graveyard shift worker a nod and then made a beeline for the medicine section.

It took him way longer than it should have to meticulously scan each shelf to find the cough syrup, and when he did find the cough syrup, he had a crisis over which flavor to get. They had strawberry, cherry, and grape. What the hell would Damian like the most? All he knew was that Damian was a vegetarian. He didn’t know shit about what kind of fruit the kid liked, and he’d never really seen Damian eat a lot of candy either.

The more Tim stared at the bottles, the more he was aware that Bruce was waiting for him in the car. His hand twitched anxiously between each option until he decided he’d just choose the old fashioned way.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it!”

His finger landed on the grape flavor. Tim shrugged at the result and snatched it off the shelf. If Damian didn’t like it, he could just suck it up and pinch his nose while he swallowed it.

With that out of the way, Tim headed to the candy aisle. Even though a bag of chips would have probably been more filling, he wasn’t in the mood for something super salty. He figured he might as well indulge his sweet tooth a little since Alfred would probably have some kind of leftover nutritious sandwiches that he could eat at home.

The candy aisle was full of both regular candy and Halloween themed candy, even though Halloween was still two months away. Tim thought he wanted something chocolatey like a Kit Kat until he saw a bunch of Halloween gummies.

While he was deciding between the two, his stomach growled. Tim frowned and rubbed soothing circles over it.

“Hush, Peter. Your father works long, grueling hours, and he’s trying his best to decide what candy is best for you.”

Peter gurgled again as if in protest. Tim ignored it and debated playing the eeny, meeny, miny, moe game again to choose. Fuck it he thought and swiped the Halloween gummy mystery pack. He could get Kit Kats any day of the week, but Halloween gummies were seasonal. Might as well take advantage of it now. He probably wouldn’t make it out to a store during October since it was always crazier than usual that month.

Decision made, he went to the front and got checked out by the same lethargic looking worker he’d greeted earlier. With the goodies secured in the plastic bag that was clutched in his grip, Tim took off into the night back to where the batmobile was hiding.

Bruce must have seen him coming because the door opened up for him as soon as he was close enough. Tim climbed in, noting that Bruce was now tapping his hands against the wheel to the beat of some Hindi song.

“Did they have it?” Bruce asked. He waited for Tim to buckle himself in before driving off.

“Yup!” Tim said while digging through the bag. He pulled out his candy and waved it in Bruce’s peripheral. “Annnd I got these bad boys. You want one?”

Bruce glanced at the bag and scrunched his nose. “What are they?”

“Let’s see here,” Tim said. He ripped open the bag and worked on opening one of the individually wrapped pieces of candy. “It’s a…” he paused, staring at the white and red piece of candy that came out of the wrapper. “Oh my god.” He held it out in front of his face and smacked on the overhead light to get a better look at it. “It’s a severed hand!”

Tim placed the severed hand on top of Bruce’s shoulder. “Look, it’s comforting you.”

“Hn.”

“Don’t you feel comforted, B?”

“By gelatin and artificial dyes?” Bruce asked with a raised brow. “No.”

Tim grabbed the gummy off its perch and plopped it in his mouth. “Peter finds it comforting.” The taste of the gummy didn’t hit until Tim bit into it. “Oh, gross!” he said while forcing the bland gummy down his throat with a grimace.

“You know,” Bruce said, a rare grin on his face, “I don’t think he does.”

Even though Tim’s mouth tasted like rubbery ass now, he grinned back.

[callmeyce]

FEBRUARY 19, 2021

i'm getting really emotional right now. di ko inexpect talaga na magiging ganito ako kung ano ako at kung ano meron ako today.

way back 2018-2020, wasak na wasak ako mentally, physically, emotionally and even financially. yun yung mga panahon na sobrang feeling ko stuck ako na gusto ko nalang mamatay, yung feeling ko wala na ako patutunguhan sa buhay.

i was always sad or mad during that time. puro ako reklamo nun. halata naman sa blogs ko. laging mainit ulo ko tapos di ako makausap ng maayos. sumabay pa yung relationship at family ko nun. basta. magulo.

i always felt stuck kasi alam mo yun, andami ko gustong gawin at ma-achieve pero di ko masimulan kasi idk... i dont wanna say that im depressed pero parang ganun na tipong pipilitin ko pa sarili ko bumangon everyday. tapos walang nakakaalam sa naffeel ko nun at walang nagtatanong kung okay pa ba ako.

basta for them, ako pinakamatanda sa bahay so ako gagawa lahat kasi wala naman daw ako ginagawa haha.

so ayun na nga, wala ako nakukuhang comfort from anyone kasi sa tuwing mag oopen up ako, feeling nila nag iinarte lang ako pero i was very down during those times. di lang ako makagive-up dahil sa family ko.

AS IN GALIT NA GALIT AKO SA MUNDO NUN.

then came a time na wala na akong subjects sa school so basically, "graduate" na ako kahit di pa ako cleared. nung una chill lang na wala pa work, eh nasakto pandemic. nahirapan ako maghanap PLUS yung mental health ko talaga nun nag deteriorate. i didn't wanna move a singlr muscle tas sinasabi nila na ang tamad ko raw, hanap daw ako work.

as if di ako naghahanap hahahaha. eh ang nangyari, yung income ko nalang nun na natitira ay yung savings ko pa nung student pa ako... so i needed to generate more income diba?

that paved way for me to start my online business. nakahiga lang ako nun madaling araw na tapos as usual binabagabag nanaman ako ng dark thoughts ko na wala akong silbe hahaha then biglang nagpop sa utak ko na "oooh i wanna start a business with what i have"

tapos naging okay naman. nakakaipon ako. sabi ko sa sarili ko pambibili ko ng laptop maiipon ko from my business para maka-work from home na ako kasi yun lang naman talaga problema ko bat di ako makastart. kasi need ko talaga laptop since forte ko is editing. edi nag ipon talaga ako....

nung nakaipon na ako, i had to use my savings for a family emergency so binigay ko muna.

edi di nanaman ako nakabili laptop.

even nung nov-december, medyo di pa ako okay nun as in wasak ako nun kasi andami kona sana job opportunities pero napilayan ako HAHAHA on-site kasi so i had to decline all.

di ko na-blog pero nung November, i had a suicide attempt. sorry. galing ako sa government offices nun tapos para mag asikaso ng valid IDs tapos umuwi akong luhaan eh nagsama na rin yung pagod, galit, sakit... naabutan ako ng friends kong nakalantay nalang sa kama. they had to break our condo window para makapasok kasi mga magisa lang ako sa condo nun.

ganun ako kasira nung mga panahon na yun.

so pinadala ako sa laguna... nung nasa laguna ako, sabi ko kay mama na i wanted to go home, na i wanted to be alone para mag ayos ng sarili. akala nila joke pero sobrang seryoso ko nun. ayaw nila sana ako iwan kasi baka ulitin ko nanaman yung suicide attempt pero sabi ko hindi, seryoso na ako.

sabi ko sa sarili ko and i even blogged about it... "time to stop feeling like a slob" something

when i went home, i started focusing. went interview after interview and luckily, lahat napasa ko and yung companies naghabol sakin. nabalik ko na rin yung pera na pambili ko ng laptop so after birthday ko bumili ako agad agad. and ito pa funny... yung client ko ngayon biglaan lang... wala siya sa choices talaga ng work application ko pero tulog ako nun tapos may tumawag sabi for interview raw ako pero sorry daw kasi short notice. tumawag sakin 4:45PM tapos 5PM daw start na yung interview so tinatanong if G ba ako.... sabi ko wala naman mawawala so nag G ako. imagine bagong gising ako nun tapos through vidcall interview and I had to review their company and everything syempre.... AYUN. SIYA NA NGAYON BREAD AND BUTTER KO.

and now.... WOW. i have the best of the best. i know there will still be ups and downs pero sobrang salamat Lord.

imagine, from assistant I got promoted to manager agad agad kasi my boss saw a potential in me. ayoko isipin niyo na im bragging (BUR I REALLY WANNA SAY THIS KASI I WORKED REALLY HARD FOR THIS) pero i feel like im having the time of my life kasi afford ko na i-treat family ko, nabibili ko na lahat ng luho ko on my own like luxury bags and shoes tapos sobrang flexible ng sched ko. walang pake boss ko kung ano oras ako gumalaw basta gawin ko need ko gawin. swerte ako sakanya, well swerte rin siya sakin =))) like i can take a leave or breaks anytime or any day i want.

tapos yung wish ko dati pa na magmove out, natupad na rin. family wise - okay na okay kami. relationship? super okay.

sobrang dami ko pang plans at dapat ma-achieve. iisa-isahin ko talaga yan wait lang.

for my avid readers, since i started this blog, you know that whatever i set my mind into, I'm gonna get it.

walang katapusang pasasalamat sa lahat ng blessings po.

right now, i invested and im saving uo for a car and a house. plus a gaming set-up x work set-up. first time ko bubuo ng desktop so wish me luck. buti nalang yung asawa ko maalam sa ganito. well chef siya pero nag-aral din siya computer engineering sa pakistan.

HAY LORD. AMEN I SAY TO YOU. I WUV UUUUUUUUU LORD. ❤️🙏🏻😇

NEVER GIVE UP.

ngayon ko talaga napatunayan yung sinasabi nilang... God's timing is perfect. if i didn't have that heartbreak, if di ako napilay, if di ako nasaktan sa pinagsasabi sakin ng ibang family members ko dati, if didn't go through that pain, i wouldn't be as strong as i am right now and i wouldn't be where i am right now... happy, glowing, growing, independent as fuck, blessed and contented... but still many more to achieve ❤️

[tbsbfilipino]

APAT NA KLASE NG TAO.

1. Kabisado yung Bible verse pero hindi sinusunod.

— Ito yung mine-memorize lang, pakitang gilas sa mga kaibigan kunyare banal. Alam yung EPESHIANS 5:18, pero sige walwal. Alam yung LEVITICUS 19:3, pero sige, sigawan ang magulang. 'Pag sinabing maghugas ng plato, nagdadabog. Alam yung MARK 12:31, pero nakikipag-away sa kaaway, ayaw paawat. Alam yung 1 TIMOTHY 2:9-10, pero pinapakita pa rin ang kaluluwa, mga damit sobrang nipis at iksi. Yung short kala mo panty. Alam yung 1 JOHN 5:21, pero mas inuuna ang Facebook, ML, COD, Kpop, etc, kaya naging idol na. (O, sandali. Hindi masama makinig sa Kpop, masama kapag sumobra. Trigger na naman kayo e, baka awayin niyo ko :(( easy lang ha.) MARAMING ALAM PERO HINDI SUMUSUNOD.

2. Nakakalimutan yung Bible verse pero sumusunod.

— Ito yung mga 'di magaling sa memorization. Alam lang nila yung idea o context at hindi yung eksaktong verse pero ayos lang at least sinusunod nila kung ano 'yung nakasulat. HINDI MAALAM PERO SUMUSUNOD.

3. Kinakalimutan 'yung verse at 'di rin sumusunod.

— Oo, 'kinakalimutan' parang ikaw kinalimutan :(( de joke. Kasi ito yung mga taong walang pakialam. Yung tuwing nagsisimba, yung utak nakakapunta ng Paris, America, Italy, Japan, at Korea. Kasi ba't naman nila aalamin 'yang verse e wala nga silang pakialam kaya ayun makasalanan ang buhay. HINDI MAALAM AT WALANG PAKIALAM.

4. Kabisado yung verse at sumusunod.

— Ito, lodi ko 'tong mga gan'tong tao. Yung tinatatak nila yung Bible verse, hindi lang sa isip kun'di pati rin sa puso. Kung magjo-jowa ka ito hanapin mo, 'di ka magsisisi. H'wag puro Architect, Engineer. BANAL.

So, anong klaseng tao ka? Homo-sapie---I mean anong klaseng tao ka base sa nakasulat sa taas? Hehe.

Kung 1 o 3 ka, suggest ko lamang sa iyo, magbagong-buhay ka na.

[collabwithcoalitio]

The Virtual Sanyasi

I have been thinking about you, you are special to me. Even though you don't really know me but we do connect somewhere in this beautiful world with all the love that profoundly showers upon us and some of you may recollect your delightful love story. My love story. The story that turned me into a virtual sanyasi. Ha. I wish there were one. Just one. But there are so many. Of how frequently love has found me and how often have I lost it.

Love first found me in the neighborhood. It lived next door. I was 6. She was 5. Her name... I don’t even remember now. Ammulu was what her mum called. All I remember is that I wanted to marry her. We’d sarcastically marry so many times, circling a coconut husk lantern seven times chanting the mantra "Om Mangalyam tantunanena Om". Once, when mum was in the kitchen, I played the melody Pehla Pyaar Hai from the film Hum Aapke Hain Kaun on the tape-recorder and attempted to imitate the sheepish romance of Salman Khan where he lifts Madhuri up in his arms from the car’s bonnet. Our wooden couch turned into a makeshift car, as I lifted her at the precise moment in the song. Just before I could have given a kiss on Ammulu’s cheek (that’s what they taught us in Bollywood!), my mum caught hold of us and pulled my ears. Signs of warnings were given. Neighborhood romance: strictly prohibited. And also no to Bollywood movies as an inspiration for love. A piece of advice I had to follow to this day. And next Rakhi, our mothers made her tie a rakhi to me. End of story.

Love found me once again when I was in grade 5. I was 10. Her name was Parimala. She was in the same school, the daughter of our English teacher Sunitha Ma’am. She spoke flawless English, similar to the speed of a rocket, and astonishingly, every time she spoke with her mother, it was in English too. Wow. I felt so green with envy and inwardly cursed my parents for being educated in the Hindi medium and poke fun at me every time I tried to talk in English with them. Bada angrez ho Gaya hai, beta. My child has become quite an Englishman, they would say. I underwent a severe inferiority complex because of Pari, but soon the complex turned into reverence. She once spoke to me, in English and after she discovered that I was not too confident, she switched to Hindi. She made me feel very comfortable. I felt possibly this is love: one who cares to cause you to feel great. One day in the class, I heard that Pari has left school. Her parents are going through a divorce. I wondered why would someone want to leave Pari’s mother, Sunitha Ma’am when she spoke such good English. Must be somebody who wouldn't be comfortable with her.

Love found me once again in grade 8, in my best friend Akshay. No, I wasn’t fascinated by him but I truly cared for him. I could die for him. I would complete his pending notes, bring extra food for him for lunch. He told me that love and friendship is about loyalty. Unconditional loyalty. Once, he stole something from our classmate Deepika’s bag. I helped him steal it, by guarding our classroom door during lunch when everyone was away. When Deepika, in tears, complained to the class teacher that her new pencil box was missing, Akshay snuck it in my bag. The teacher ordered: “Who has stolen it, stand up now, else Principal will summon.” Akshay prodded me to prove my loyalty. I stood up, received deadly beatings but felt so proud. I looked at Akshay and he gave me a smug smile. I had passed his test. I had found his approval. Maybe love is approval. When he stole again, I didn’t support him. I didn’t feel like it. I had shown my loyalty once. The thrill of being appreciated was gone. When the outcry about this stealing happened, Akshay, as usual, shoved his find into my bag. I stood up again, this time to point at Akshay. He’s the thief, I said. I lost my friend, but I had lost my care for him the last time itself. The moment his approval arrived. Love succeeds when there’s no gradient of power when there’s no need for approval. Or else, the awe & the fascination goes for a toss the moment love happens.

Love found me again in grade 11, like how it finds a nerd, in plus two Chemistry practical classes. A new student had her roll number adjacent to mine and we were unfortunately paired for conducting the practical together. She was a studious girl. I developed a feeble crush. A sterling crush that grew with every chemical reaction that would happen in front of us. I thought maybe studying intensely would impress her. I topped the exams, and, scored the highest, but she would never engage in a heart-to-heart. Before the year ended, the writer in me thought I would write, not tell. We would use a pipette to suck Copper Sulphate solution and right after every suckle, we should hand it over to the next who washed the pipette before using. At the point when she gave me the pipette, I didn’t wash, as if conveying that I didn’t mind her saliva. She hardly noticed the subtlety. She has graduated in engineering post-school while I became the so-called subtle writer. Four years later, I have asked her out, subtly. She still thinks it’s a joke. Last month, she got married. I received an invitation — a subtle joke on me.

There was this one particular love that really went beyond all these. The one in which I was immensely loved back. Profusely, passionately, with no limitation. Not for weeks, or months but years though. The one where you’re loved just so much that when love ends, you don’t even know if and how to live anymore. The one where you believe everything will be just alright only if you’re with the person but the person stops feeling that way as time passes all the way. The one where love stays with one foot out, and eager to wear shoes, and run out as soon as the opportunity presents itself. And then one day, it does so. After crying high, you accept. You let the love go, you set it free for yourselves. Only to find out that it doesn’t really want to leave you, it never wanted to, it just wanted to let go of your hold because your hold was so suffocating it. Now it’s free, free not from you, but free to love you like the way it wants to get back. You find it hard to accept. It’s easier to accept departure than accepting the return in a way, especially when it’s not returning to you the way you want. But you have no choice. You have started loving this free body that your love has become, like just floating in space; loving you in ways, and you didn’t know it could, loving you in ways you didn’t think you deserved them. It’s a cosmic shower and moreover, no need for an umbrella.

The above love stories are fun and kind of adorable in light of the fact that, in all these, there was never a time when someone loved too much — neither I nor did others. Eventually, No hearts were broken; no animals were hurt. It was driven not certainly by love but either the need for approval, a childlike curiosity for intimacy, or just too shy (or too nerdy) a desire to make them notice me. These loves make for good coffee table gossip, or for your grandchildren's bedtime tale, but would rarely seep into a novel or a long heartfelt poem. There was a heart clearly, but there was no hurt in these. There was something different, a hurt that made me a writer.

Relentlessly, It makes you feel in control. It makes you feel you understand love. But you don’t yet know if it makes you feel loved. Does it? You think and figure it’s easier to be a virtual sanyasi than to be loved.

Thank you for reading,

Regards,

Mukesh Kumar

Insta : @mkwriteups

[trsureaus]

Feli’s POV

"Babe?" tanong ko habang pabalikbalik yung tingin kay Jihoon at kila Hyunjin, Lani & everyone. The others were busy drinking as usual kaya hindi ako napansin na dumating na.

Andito kami ngayon sa park sa may bgc. There were lights and music was playing.

"Rei" sabi ni Hyunjin. "Surprise?"

Jihoon held my hand then we walked toward them. They were all smiling. Ano na naman to? Despedida? but why is Jin here?

"Ano nangyayari? Despedida? Eh bakit andito ka?" sabi ko sabay turo kay Hyunjin.

"Rei" sabi bigla ni Mom na nasa tabi pala ni Hyunjin. "You won’t leave"

"I won't?!" sigaw ko. "Bakit mom ikaw ba CEO?"

"Tangina neto seryoso nga tayo dito makinig ka muna" sabi ni Chari which made me laugh.

"Ikasal ka na punyeta ka" sabi ni Mom which made everyone laugh. "Joke, Hyunjin ikaw na nga magsalita kumukulo dugo ko dito sa kapatid mo"

Tumawa si Hyunjin then he went near me. "Rei, May shareholder ang HADS (Hwang Architecture Design Studio) from the Philippines. Actually Imemerge na nga yung kumpanya eh. And I agreed to it. Umuwi ako yesterday to sign the papers and I wrote your name under it"

"Talaga? Saan magmemerge?" I sound very excited.

"Park Engineering and Construction Services"

"PECS?" tanong ko sabay tingin kay Jihoon.

He was smiling while I lifted my eyebrow up.

"Kailan pa to? Hindi ako naniniwalang biglaan lang to" sabi ko. "Jin?"

"3 Years ago" sagot ni Hyunjin. "Jihoon called me"

"Because I want to see you again" bulong ni Jihoon na ngayon ay hawak na yung bewang ko. "I want you back. I want to be successful with you. Gusto ko sabay tayong aangat yung andiyan tayo pra sa isa’t isa kung ano man ang mangyari. Although kung aya—"

"Are you serious?! I’m so happy right now!" sagot ko sabay yakap kay Jihoon. "Buti nalang at hindi na ako aalis, I’m really having a hard time"

"Jihoon" sabi ni Hyunjin which made me let go of him. "Never leave her hanging again. Sa susunod hindi na ako papayag. This is your last chance"

"Hyunjin, hindi ko na pakakawalan si Feli. I promise that we’ll be each other’s home. Each other’s safe place. I will never leave her side. Never again" sgaot naman ni Jihoon.

Hyunjin tapped Jihoon’s shoulders. "Kain na tayo"

"Susunod kami" sagot ko.

Umalis si Hyunjin, leaving me and Jihoon alone. I placed my arms around his neck while his hands were on my waist.

"Ayaw mo talaga ako pakawalan?" tanong ko.

"Never." sagot niya. "Pero gusto mo ba talaga umalis? Ayaw mo ba yung pagmerge ng company? Mas gusto mo solo? Anything na gusto mo, babe! Okay lang!"

"Hush" sagot ko. "I would love to be with you. To stay with you. Forever"

He hugged me thight. "I love you"

"I love you" sagot ko.

"Babe? Tayo na ba?" tanong niya. "Or nagbalikan na ba tayo? Di ko gets eh"

I chuckled. "Bakit? Naghiwalay ba tayo? Ay oo nga pala. Sabi mo “Let's break up”"

"joke lang yon pabebe lang ako non"

I laughed. "Okay then, edi tayo na ulit kasi tayo naman talaga"

He planted a soft kiss on my neck before breaking the hug to see my face. "Stay with me"

"I will" sagot ko. "You too. Stay with me"

"Ofcourse" he smiled. "Oh and I saw something on my desk earlier."

Nakita na niya?

"This one" He showed me the ring.m that he gave me nung araw na naging magjowa kami.

Oo pinatong ko kanina sa ibabaw ng desk niya yon. Although it was there with a note. Note na we’ll get married when I get home sa 30th birthday ko.

"So we’re both 27 today, after 3 years, you'll wear this?" tanong niya. "You will marry me"

"Wow pra namang may choice p ako ah" sagot ko. He frowned. "Of course I will babe. Mahal na mahal kita"

"Mahal na mahal kita" He smiled.