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jedpunctual · 2 months

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My first date - Alice

I've been single for more than half a decade now and recently, I realized I'm not getting any younger and maybe now is the right time for me to be more active in looking for someone that I'm willing to spend my life with.

Usually, I use tinder app just to look for anything - could be friends like invite sa badminton, sex but not so much into dates until I changed the way I approached my matches - from telling them I up for anything to I'm up for a serious relationship. Ang desperate man pakinggan pero mabuti ng aligned yung intentions ko sa mga makakamatch ko, right?

Another fact about me when using a dating app, I wouldn't mind to initiate the conversation so I would always say "Hi" whenever I get a match. This is just me being defensive that at least I did my part so if they don't reply back, I am not the one at fault. Lol

On Feb 21, 2024, I matched with a guy whose tinder name is Alice and below are some more details about him:

Name: Alice

Age: 29

Verified: Yes

About me: Let's go out for a date

Work: SE (Software Developer) at Somewhere

School: UST

Lives: Quezon City

Interest: Coffee, Badminton, Travel, Anime, Working out

Looking for: Long-term partner

Zodiac: Aquarius

Education: Bachelors

Pets: Want a pet

Smoking: No

Workout: Often

Sleeping Habits: In a spectrum

Photos: He has glasses with a closed-lip wide smile, a back/shoulder flex, and a pic of him wearing a pink shirt and blue shorts flaunting his bulge while doing a finger heart pose.

When we matched, right away I sent him a message:

Me: Hi (without any expectations whether he would reply back or not. I mean, maybe it's a tinder thing? where people are so lazy to respond back most of the time).

Then he took 1 week for him to reply, so Feb 28, 2024 | 9:47pm:

Him: Hiii. From where ka?

Me: Monumento. Ikaw? Up for? *with peeking eye emoji

Him: Ayy ang bilis magreply hahaha. Near SM North lang. up for LTR, ikaw?

Me: Yap. Di tulad ng iba Feb 21 chinat, a week after nagreply jk. hahaha.

Him: Hahaha Sorry na. Naospital ako ehh.

So maybe that's enough for a sneak peak from our first conversation. And it is true that he had his tonsil removed last Feb 24. Nakakatuwa nga ehh kasi na-ospital din ako sometime in Feb 14, 2024. Can't forget that day dahil it was valentine's day tapos inaatake ako ng hika. That was the first time na kahit ilang inhaler ko hindi humuhupa yung hingal ko so I went to MCU Hospital para magpagamot. And that's another blog content to share.

After that convo, of course it continues until we exchanged our instagram accounts. He mentioned na my body built looks better that my previous photos then he suddenly asked when daw ako usually free and labas daw kami like coffee and movie. Nasabi din namin sa isa't isa na may place ako at sya rin then punta raw ba ako sa place nya or sya sa place ko tapos sagot ko naman take turns, as a libra dapat fair. Akala ko nga, that night din kami magkikita kaso hindi pa pala. He asked me ano raw gagawin kapag pumunta sya sa place ko, sabi ko maco-commit ko lang cuddle at gusto ko may nagdadantay sa paa ko kaso hindi nya alam yung salitang dantay.

He works from 2-11pm pero he usually goes off daw from work ng 9 or 10pm. We also talked about travelling together. March 3, he greeted me "Gomooo" napaisip ako ng ilang seconds kung ano ibigsabihin nun then baka nga short for good morning then I greeted him "goniii" short for good night naman pero wala raw ganun at ang korni raw pakinggan. Nasa isip ko, edi kahit satin dalawa lang.

May time na nagpacheck up din sya sa ENT doctor nya for his tonsil tapos pagdating nya wala yung doctor sa agreed time nila so ginawa nya, umalis muna sya for awhile and bumalik sa ETA ng doctor nya which is around 2:30pm kaso nung dumating na yung doctor nya around 2:33, chinat agad sya ng assistant na baka maiwan daw sya ni doc. Shinare ko lang dito kasi slight nakakatawa. Anyway, sabi ko okay lang sana kahit ganun yung doctor basta cute. Tapos sabi nya daddy type daw si Doc at pogi. Tinanong ko kung type nya. Sabi nya mas gusto nya raw yung cute parang ako. Kilig na kilig ako that time.

Nung mga panahong nag-uusap kami nento sa chat nafi-feel ko yung interest nya sakin but as I write this post, I'm not feeling the same energy from him.

Anyway, he travelled din sa Japan from March 8 to 15 with his college friends. More of a re-run lang din daw sa knya yung travel na yun since he's been there na rin. Sa food daw sya pinaka-excited so I asked him if favorite nya ba yung japanese food - Di naman daw lahat, ramen-ramen lang pero mostly yes daw.

On March 15, nakabalik na sya dito sa manila habang ako naman that time nakikipag-inuman kina Clemen, Eugene and Delson. Kinabukasan, tinanong nya ako if gusto ko raw magdinner sa Monday, at umoo naman ako ng walang pagpapakipot. We decided to Vertis North around 7pm and decide na lang kung saan kami kakain or coffee/tea and saglit nga lang daw sana kasi tatakas lang sya for work.

On the day of our date, naalala ko busy rin ako nento sa work audit season kasi sa work at 5pm na hindi ko pa rin alam ang susuotin ko - hindi ko alam if magshorts or pants ba ako pero para safe, nagpants na lang ako. I was thinking that time tho it's coffe or quick dinner lang, I was still a little expecting na may pagka-romantic. Well, it's my first date so I want it to be a memorable one.

It was our first date so I had to give a good impression of me na on time ako sa before 7pm (agreed time) nandun na ako sa vertis north tapos sya on the dot naman. Nagkita kami sa may pancake house lang.

I think ako ata una nakakita sa kanya habang nakatalikod sya at ang impression ko sa kanya, grabe sobrang pang casual date talaga si kuya - like feel ko overdress ako. Nakashirt, maong shorts, slippers and a tote bag. Pero he has nice height and shoulders. Naghanap kami ng makakainan sa vertis pero ang ending pancake house lang din bagsak namin.

So it did not go as I expected pero okay lang kasi reasonable naman. Sino nga ba naman makikipag-romantic date on the first date. It was still a memorable one, but in a different way.

As I write this, hindi ko na alam exactly napagusapan namin nun basta napapatawa naman namin ang isa't isa. Medyo conscious din ako nun kasi first time ko makipag-date pero okay lang. Siguro eto lang yung mga naalala ko:

I was able to know na Feb 15, 1995 ang birthday nya so 29 Aquarius

ISFJ - ayaw sa maraming tao.

Graduated 2016 IT in UST (kabatch nya pala si Jethro at si ate Jean from St. Jo)

Transferred to Grass Residences in 2020 to live independently. Maingay daw kasi pamangkin nya.

His family lives in QC

He aims to be at 15% body fat

Love language - giving: Quality time na kasama and gift giving. Receiving: Quality time din and acts of service.

There was a time he was staring at me then I stared back at him. Sabi nya bibihira lang daw yung nakikiapagtitigan sa mga nakaka-date nya. I asked him ano for him if hindi kaya or kaya ng date nya makipagtitigan sa kanya. If hindi raw kaya, insecure daw.

Ayan, nagjapan na naman sya ng March 30 to April 7 with previous workmates naman ata 'to.

Single since birth. Hindi raw nagpro-progress kasi nawawalan ng interest

He likes chocolate flavor be it a cake, etc.

He likes someone goes to gym, financially stable, same interest (travel and anime) and nakaglasses

After that date, gusto ko malaman what's going on on his mind after our date. Our convo went like this:

Me: Any after-date thoughts?

Him: Meron ka ba? (Diba nakakainis? Binalik agad sakin yung tanong. Hindi muna sinagot)

Me: If I could be honest pero not so sound nagmamadali. lol. Ang defensive. lol. pero ayun, may interest pa rin naman sa end ko to know you more.

Him: Are you feeling anxious ba?

Me: Wait check ko muna sa wheel of emotions. jk. hmmm.

Him: LOL. Pero I'm still up for a second date naman. Altho, pwede bang next week na?

Me: I think anxious is the closest on what I'm feeling right now. lol. I usually think ahead din and as an eSfj - I would prefer to believe more kung ano yung sasabihin mo rather than trusting my instincts kaya I did ask your after-date thoughts. And yap sure, for the 2nd date. Update na lang and sure, do what you need to do muna. Maybe that time, what made me anxious if his interest for me is still there because I would step back naman but I'm not gonna do that without communicating how I feel and getting his side.

After this convo, I haven't found anything special to add sa post na 'to. Kung may idadagdag ako na gusto ko pa ishare - May mga times na ina-update ko sya na may play kami sa Grass Residences ng badminton pero hindi ko alam bakit ayaw nya ako i-meet kahit saglit lang. Sagot nya sakin next time na lang ehh.

As I write this journal, I'm thinking what I'm feeling for him. Siguro, gusto ko lang mabalik yung unang nakakakilig na convo namin. Yung iparamdam nya sana yung interest nya ulit sakin kasi for me, I think he's a good and kind guy naman so far. Jowable naman kaso I also lose interest din kapag hindi consistent. Siguro panghahawakan ko na lang muna yung magde-date daw ulit kami pagdating nya ng Japan pero sana andun pa yung interest.

Ang frustrating lang din kasi gusto ko sana it comes naturally yung pagmanifest ng interest namin sa isa't isa pero hindi ko alam baka pinipilit na lang namin. Anyway, let's see where this date goes. Ang mahalaga, sinusubukan. Magiging the search is over kaya or more dates to come? Lol

#Alice #Tinder #date

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yourshiningastr · 6 months

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CHAPTER 17

I woke up feeling euphoric. Kinikilig pa akong nagpagulong gulong sa kama ko habang inaalala kung anong nangyari kagabi.

Oh my God! I have a boyfriend now! So this is the feeling ah, I can really feel the butterflies in the stomach that every author puts in their story whenever their characters are getting excited and kilig.

Impit akong tumili sa unan at sumipa sumipa sa kama sa kilig. Umangat lang ang ulo ko mula sa unan nang biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko.

1 message from Neighbor

I immediately smiled as I saw his number. Before I opened his message, I went through my contacts and changed his name on it.

From: Boyfriend ♡

Good morning Señorita. Or babe na?

I chuckled and replied 'Good morning' to him as well.

I energetically get up to my bed and start my routine. I even played some good songs while I cleaned my unit. I was planning to cook something for my boyfriend so I took a bath first and preferred all the ingredients.

I was cutting the carrots already when someone knocked on my door.

I smiled. Thinking that it is Benedict but to my dismay, It was Yna who is wearing high-waisted shorts and a pink tube top. She is also wearing black knee-high boots and gentle monster shades.

"You look disappointed? Why oh why?" I sigh

"Why are you here?" She shrugged her shoulder at walang hiyang pumasok sa unit ko.

"Waiting for someone else?" She placed her Gucci Marmont handbag on my couch and removed her glasses then sat gracefully on the couch.

"Why are you here, Yna?" Nakapamewang kong tanong.

"Why else? I'm visiting you." I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Fine. I want you to come with me sa Arton." I furrowed my brows at her

"Ano namang gagawin natin doon?" Sumandal ito sa couch at ipinatong ang paa nito sa glass table na nasa harap niya.

"Kalilipat lang ni Jacksion doon and I want to pay him a visit." I sigh and shook my head

Eh? As far as I can remember ay sa Vasco mansion siya nakatira.

"He moved?"

"Yes! Pinayagan na daw siya ni Kuya Hades lumipat. And malapit din kasi yun sa School niya, so, let's go. Let's visit him." Pagpipilit nito sakin.

"Paano mo naman nalaman yung mga yan?"

"Duh! We have a GC kaya. Nandoon ka ah, di mo alam?" Eh? I took my phone and fished it out to see if we do really have a gc and to my surprise ay meron nga. Kaso ay natabunan dahil sa dami kong gc galing sa ibat ibang organization na sinalihan ko.

"Let's go, let's go na! Go dress up, bilisan mo ah. Wag mo akong subukang paghintayin." Tinulak ako nito papunta sa kwarto ko.

"Wait, wait, wait. Hindi pa ako pumapayag, Yna. And it's Saturday, it's my rest day. Next time nalang tayo bumisita." Her eyes widened and agape his mouth at me.

"What? No, nandito na ako ngayon. We needed to go, now." Tuluyan na ako nitong naitulak at iiling iling nalang akong pumunta sa walk in closet ko at naghanap ng damit.

Good thing I already took a bath. I just wore a pair of denim shorts and paired them with my loose polo shirt striped with orange and blue. I wear white Balenciaga chunky sneakers and tie my hair into a bun.

I took my phone to messaged Benedict para magpaalam kasi hindi talaga ako titigilan ni Yna. Lumabas ako ng kwarto after I sent the message and gasped when I saw Benedict na mukhang gulat ding nakaharap kay Yna. Yna on the other hand is smirking at him and surveying him from head to toe.

"Babe!" Gulat kong sabi pero mas nagulat si Yna sa narinig. Marahas na pumaling ang ulo nito sakin.

"BABE?" I froze when I suddenly realized what I just said.

"U-uhm.. " Mabilis si Yna na lumakad papunta sakin.

"You! Did you just call him, Babe?" Tinuro niya si Benedict na lumilipad ang paningin sa kung saan saan.

"Parang one week lang akong walang balita sa inyo tapos may babe babe na? Tell me, what the hell is happening?" Nilagay nito ang dalawang kamay niya sa bewang nito at papalit palit na tumingin saming dalawa.

I sigh and tell her the truth. I looked at her and she was just emotionless the whole time we were talking. I furrowed my brow. I suddenly can't read her.

"Are you mad?" Benedict was also watching her reaction, afraid that she might be mad but he shouldn't be.

Yna shook her head and looked at Benedict. "I hate you." Nanlaki ang mga mata ko sa narinig.

"Huh? S-sorry." Benedict bowed his head nervously.

"Why do you hate him? It's not like he had done something bad." I said while furrowing my brows.

"Woah! See? You managed to get her trust so easily while I needed to work hard for it. Amazing!" I bit my lip as I heard the disappointment in Yna's voice.

Anong ibig niyang sabihin? Work hard for my trust? Bakit? Hindi naman na kailangan dahil hinahayaan ko naman na siyang gamitin ako para makuha ang mga connections na gusto niya.

Yna sighs and smiles at us. "Congrats! I'm happy for both of you. Well, hihiramin ko lang tong jowa mo. Kami muna ang magdadate." Hinila ako nito at sabay sabay kaming lumabas ng unit ko.

Hinatid naman kami ni Benedict sa parking lot. Nauna nang sumakay si Yna sa kotse ko, Tinanong ko siya kung nasaan ang kotse niya pero ang sabi niya ay hinatid lang siya ng driver niya papunta dito.

Bago ako sumakay sa kotse ay tinignan ko muna si Benedict.

"Uhm.. aalis muna kami." He smiled and nodded. I was waiting for him to do something like a kiss. Or perhaps a hug at least?

"Ingat kayo." I pouted when he just waved his hands at me. Lumapit ako sakanya and he then furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Hala! Bakit? Okay ka lang?" I hugged him tightly, I felt him flinch but answered my hug immediately.

"I'm sorry about Yna." Benedict turns his gaze to Yna who is pouting and glaring at us. He chuckled.

"It's fine. She just really loves you, Naiintindihan ko naman." I furrowed my brows and looked at him while my arm was still on his waist.

"She's straight, Babe. We are nothing like that." He then laughed and lightly messed my hair before he kissed my forehead.

"Alam ko naman yun. Masaya nga ako na meron kang katulad niya. Treasured her, Babe. She's a keeper." I blinked and looked at Yna.

She rolled the car window down and raised her middle finger to us.

"Mamaya na yan love birds! Tangina niyo talaga." Tumawa naman kami ni Benedict. I turn to Benedict and plant a kiss on his lips.

"I love you." Benedict then smiled at me

"I love you too."

It was almost lunch when we got into Arton. This is my first time going here kaya naman muntik pa kaming maligaw ni Yna. Buti nalang at nakaonline si Jacksion at tinawagan ni Yna saka kami nito tinulungan.

I bought pastries for Jacksion since I don't have any gifts for him. Jacksion's dislikes sweet kaya ito agad ang binili ko. Tamang pang asar lang. And I also got mesmerized by how sweet and pretty the one who's selling them is. I even asked her name and she said it was Anissa, she also said that she's the one who made all of them.

She looks like an angel. I felt really at peace when I was talking to her, she seemed very kind and soft-spoken. I wanna go there again and buy some pastries next time.

"What's up, kumusta naman yung mga naligaw?" I rolled my eyes at Jacksion.

He opens his door wide and I was surprised when I saw all of the Vasco brothers inside.

"What the?"

"Oh Hi, Girls! Long time no see." Lucas greets us.

Kuya Haides is in the kitchen wearing an apron, he is cooking lunch. Kuya Snoah is also in the kitchen helping Kuya Haides slice the meat like he was in an operating room.

"Putcha, alam kong Surgeon ka pero pwede ba, hindi ka nagoopera okay? Bilis bilisan mo paghiwa tol." Kuya Snoah then glared at him and turned to us.

He greets us and waves his hands with a knife habang seryoso ito, kaya bahagya kaming napangiwi ni Yna. Mabilis naman siyang binatukan ni Kuya Haides kaya naman nakakuha din siya ng batok dito.

"Why are we the ones who are cooking again? Shouldn't that asshole be the one who's suffering here in the kitchen instead of us since this is his condo?" Tinuro ni Kuya Snoah si Jacksion gamit ang kutsilyo at mabilis naman lumayo si Jacksion dito.

"Baby bro niyo ako diba? At saka puro luto nalang ginagawa ko, nakakasawa din. Kaya kayo muna diyan. Hoy, Rae, Yna tara dito. " Sumunod naman kami kay Jacskion papuntang living room at iniwan na ying dalawa sa kusina.

I saw Kuya Tim reading some books about Law. I shook my head at hindi na namin siya inabala. Lucas on the other hand is handing us a glass of juice.

"Drink some, Kuya Haides and Kuya Snoah is just cooking for lunch pero matatapos na din yun." Lucas gently said.

"Hay nako! kay babagal kumilos kasi. Partida kanina pa nasa kusina yung dalawa na yun ah." Napa aray naman bigla si Jacksion nang bigla siyang hampasin ng makapal na libro ni Kuya Tim na kanina lang ay binabasa niya.

"Matuto kang gumalang sa matatanda sayo." Jacksion then pouted.

"Eh totoo naman! Lalo na si Kuya Haides abay ikakasal na at lahat mukhang hindi pa marunong magluto. Anong mahihita ni Ate sayo? Kung sana gwapo ka eh, kaso hindi. Galingan mo nalang siguro sa performance." Muling napa aray si Jacksion nang kotongan siya ni Kuya Haides ng sauteing pan.

"Putcha! masakit ah." Himas nito sa ulo niya

"Ang daldal mo." Yna rolled her eyes to Jacksion.

"Ay wow, andito ka pala? Bakit? Sino nag imbita dito sa babaeng ito --aray" Yna hit his arm at naghabulan pa sila sa unit dahil hindi siya tinigilan ni Jacskon sa pang aasar.

"How are you, Rae?" Kuya Snoah asked.

"Ayos naman po ako Kuya Snoah. Same old." He arched his brow and looked at Kuya Tim knowingly.

"That's not what I heard from Theo though." I looked at Kuya Tim who is now smirking.

"H-huh?"

"Theo said he saw you with a guy, are you on a date with someone?" Nanlaki naman ang mga mata ko at napakagat sa ibabang labi.

"Date? Sino? Sinong may date?" Bigla naman lumitaw sa kung saan si Kuya Haides na may hawak pang stainless steel spatula sa kamay. Nginuso naman ako ni Lucas kay Kuya Haides at nanlalaki ang mga mata nitong tumingin sakin

"What? Paano na si Jacksion?" I frowned

"Ano yan ah, bakit niyo ako pinag uusapan?" I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head

"May boyfriend na daw itong bebe girl natin." I cringed sa tinawag sakin ni Lucas.

Bebe girl? Ewww.

"Aba, buti at may pumatol?" I hit Jacksion's chest.

"Stop teasing your childhood crush, Jacksion." Kuya Snoah said while smirking. I furrowed my brows and looked at Jackson.

"Crush amputa. Kilabutan nga kayo!" Pagdedepensa ni Jacksion. Yumakap pa ito sa sarili na akala mo ay siya pa ang lugi.

"Oh please! Alam naming lahat na may crush ka kay Rae. Kayo lang atang dalawa ang oblivious doon. Umamin ka na, at least ngayon may reason kang masasabi sa iba kapag nireject ka ni Rae. Kaysa naman kapag single siya, at nireject ka niya, kahihiyan!" Yna shrugged her shoulders and sipped her juice.

"Puta!" Jacksion exclaimed. I arched my brow and lifted my gaze at him. Hmmm...

"Crush mo ako?" I asked Jacksion curiously.

"Tangina. Kilabutan ka nga. Labas lang ako, bibili akong wine." Sinundan namin siya nang tingin hanggang sa makalabas ito ng condo niya.

"See? Walk out si gago haha." Nag high five naman ang apat na magkakapatid at iiling iling na tumatawa.

This is how they bond, teasing their troublemaker brother– Jacksion.

After ng lunch ay inasar lang nila ng inasar si Jacksion. Kinukwento pa ni Kuya Haides lahat ng mga kagaguhan nito.

"Alam niyo bang kung wala lang mga babaeng nageeskandalo sa bahay dahil sa kanya ay hindi ko papayagang lumipat yan dito?" Sabay kami ni Yna na lumingon kay Kuya Haides na may nagtatanong na mata.

"Nageeskandalo?" I furrowed my brows. Jackson then coughed on his drink at hilaw na ngumiti samin.

"He was caught two-timing girls." Kuya Snoah shakes his head at Jacksion because of disappointment.

"Muntik na mahimatay si Mama dahil sa mga babae niya. Pasalamat nalang talaga siya at kaya ihandle ni Kuya Haides yun kung hindi patay siya kay Papa." Lucas said.

Naimagined ko naman bigla si Don Vasco. Mabait naman ito ngunit nakakatakot ang itsura. Hindi ko pa siya totally nakikita magalit, pero pakiramdam ko ay sobrang nakakatakot yun.

"Gago eh, akala ata mauubusan ng babae." Iiling iling na litanya ni Kuya Haides.

"Hayaan mo, mahahanap niya din katapat niya." I agreed.

Naiisip ko tuloy siyang magiging sunod sunuran sa isang babae na parang aso, ano kayang itsura niya nun?

"Eh kaso may boyfriend na." Yna whispered while raising her eyebrow at me. I furrowed mine at her and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Nga pala, gusto kong makilala yang boyfriend mo, Rae ah. Ipakilatis mo samin yan. Mamaya hindi pala mapagkakatiwalaan yan." I smile at Kuya Haides.

"He's kind." Yna then nodded.

"Just kind? Sounds like a bull." I frowned at Kuya Snoah and he just chuckled.

"He is, he looks kind of decent." Kuya Tim said at napangiti naman ako doon. At Least there's someone who believes in my boyfriend's kindness.

"Yes, he is. And he is also head over heels to Rae." Yna rolled her eyes.

"Aba dapat lang, si Rae natin yan. Hindi ako papayag na mas mahal niya yung lalaki, gusto ko mas mahal siya. Doon lang ako makakampante." I shook my head at them as they agreed.

Well, there is nothing to worry about Benedict. Even if I love him more, it doesn't matter. What's important is that we love each other and that our intentions are pure. I can feel that he is genuine, and I love him for that.

#yourshiningaster #i am art #chapter 17

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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KABILANG BUHAY

× A TRESE ONESHOT ×

[Crispin x Ghost!Reader]

📝 Summary: Your demigod husband remembers you—everything about you—and how much he absolutely loved you. He remembers everything, including the memory that hurt the most.

📌 Warning: Contains fluff, angst, character death, and mentions of violence (because an angry Crispin being the son of a wargod is bound to shed some blood somewhere). Masakit po talaga 'tong songfic na 'to, trust me. If you don't want to get hurt, scroll awaaaay. Pero if you want maximum 1000% ultra heavy pain, then listen to the song below on repeat while reading, too.

Song: Kabilang Buhay by Bandang Lapis

(word count: 5,642)

"Masasayang mga araw na kasama kita."

Warm. Crispin always remembered you to be so warm—every single part of you. The heat of your skin against his whenever he held you, that whimsical sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw the little joys in life, that sprightly curve of your lips whenever you two teased each other, and the radiance he saw from you whenever you were around the people you loved.

In his eyes, there was always a halo around your head or a beam of light following you around. Perhaps he was biased; perhaps he saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but it didn't matter to him. To the demigod, you were everything he ever wanted.

You were the one.

You were also one of the sweetest people he'd ever met. Every morning without a fail, there would always be a hot cup of kape and a plate of pandesal on the table—not only for him, but for everyone else in your little family, too. Alexandra, Hank, and of course, his younger brother Basilio. Even before you became his girlfriend, you'd treated them as your own loved ones.

That was the day he knew you were truly the one for him. The one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The one he wanted to build a home with. The woman he wanted to marry and have children with, if you were okay with it (when that conversation came, you said you would be happy and honored to be his wife).

Crispin said it was the other way around. It was he who was fortunate and honored to be your husband. You'd laughed in response, kissing his cheek. There were no fancy rings or a formal, elaborate proposal involved, but that day—he remembered clearly that you had that conversation on a chilly December 1st, 9:24PM, right before you two went to bed—was an unspoken promise.

You two would be inseparable and together 'til death do you part.

Going back to that coffee and bread, he always wondered how you managed to keep it so fresh (you said it was a secret, but later on you spilled the beans to him after him pestering you). Even if he woke up at noon because of missions with his bossing and his brother, palaging mainit ang kape at pandesal. You must have had some sort of superpower you weren't telling him (you rolled your eyes, telling him that superpower came in the form of a microwave).

"Paglalambing at kulit mo na hindi nakakasawa."

He was by no means clingy or touch-starved, but whenever he was around you, he had the need to at least hold you in any way. Sometimes, it was the usual PDA (Basilio and Maliksi teased him about it, but he didn't care if it meant having some sort of contact with you; Alexandra just let it be because she knew how much you two loved each other). In public, you guys toned it down—settling with holding hands or you just linking your arm through his. If he was driving the car, his hand would either be innocently resting on your thigh or your hand which was on your lap. If you were the one driving the car, then it would be your hand on his thigh or his hand. He loved to draw circles on your skin whenever he was daydreaming or starting to doze off, too.

You as a couple often expressed your love for each other in different ways, and not just by saying it out loud. One thing Crispin adored the most about your relationship was the way you voicelessly said "I love you". If it wasn't clear enough that acts of service was one of your love languages, then he could understand that you loved him back through three taps.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

At first, he had no clue what it meant. You just kept doing it whenever you were near him, on whatever body part you could touch. If he was driving? Tap, tap, tap on his thigh. If he was the one cooking? You'd hug him from behind and then one of your fingers would go tap, tap, tap on his waist. If you were eating together? You'd take his palm then just... tap, tap, tap while chewing on whatever food it was you had in your mouth.

He recalled that afternoon you guys were eating at a simple Japanese place. While you slurped up some of the wheat noodles and the savory soup, you were excitedly doing a little happy dance as you ate—the one you did whenever you ate something you found yummy. Frankly, Crispin found it endearing. He, too, was guzzling down some of the ramen when you reached out for his hand then laid it on the table palm up.

With a mischievous smile and your puffed up cheeks looking like a chipmunk from the noodles you'd gobbled up, you gently tapped his palm with your index finger, that same glint in your eye whenever you did that gesture.

"... Anong ginagawa mo, mahal?" Crispin chuckled, a brow raised. He found it cute but he had no idea what it was supposed to stand for.

"Wala lang," you mysteriously answered in a muffled voice, swallowing.

"You know, you shouldn't talk when your mouth is full," he pointed out, amused. You snorted, gulping.

"Not my fault you asked a question, Crispin," you retorted, shoving in another bite of noodley goodness with your chopsticks. You did a mini-wiggle when the umami flavor exploded on your tongue (the ramen was bussin', bestie). Ratatouille would be impressed!

"But seriously, what does the tap stand for?" your boyfriend wondered. You did it again. Tap, tap, tap.

"Isn't it obvious?" you smiled. He then sweat-dropped.

"Wait, keep smiling," Crispin leaned over the table, removing a tiny bit of the dahon sibuyas stuck on one of your front teeth with his nail. He then popped that finger into his mouth, making you blink at the action.

"Ay, may naiwan pala. Hehehehehe." With how long you two have been dating, you were no longer embarrassed if you did get anything stuck in your teeth and he had to get it out (it's happened in more occasions than you could count). You did the same to him (and trust me, you were way past the stage of getting grossed out from the gross habits couples did). At least you two were a hundred percent comfortable and open to one another, right? Sanaol.

Crispin nodded, going back to eating his noodles, "Okay, back to the topic. What does this—" He tapped your palm the same way you did. "—even mean?"

Your grin just grew wider then you whispered into his ear, "I love you."

"... I love you, too," he answered automatically, still not understanding. "But what do the taps mean? You keep doing it and—"

You did it again on his hand.

"I." Tap.

"Love." Tap.

"You." Tap.

At long last, that look of realization came upon his features, "... Aaaaaaaaah."

You chuckled, all brightness and merriness from your revelation to the man you loved. "Gets mo na, mahal?"

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Oo, mahal. Hehe."

"... Can we order another bowl of ramen? Please?" With those puppy-dog eyes? Crispin could never resist. He'd rip the world apart for you and build it back up from scratch if you wanted him to.

That was how deep his love was for you. Kapag nagmamahal ang isang diyos, walang imposible... 'di ba?

He was already raising a hand to call for a waiter, "Sure. Basta maubos mo."

"... And if half lang maubos ko?"

He sighed, "... Edi ako kakain sa anong maiiwan." What was the saying whenever you found your soulmate? Oh, yes.

True love is getting fat together.

Maybe it was true for both of you.

When you two exited the ramen place, you patted your bloated tummy. "Haaaay, busog na busog si food baby," you sighed in happiness, adjusting the the top of your high-waisted skirt to loosen it up for more space. You elbowed him slightly, wiggling your eyebrows at him and mimicking Kylie Jenner, "Soooo, I'm thirty-four weeks today."

"'Luh, ang drama mo," Crispin snickered, poking your rounded side playfully and making you pout. "Nagdadalang tao ka pala, ha. Ako ang tatay pero hindi mo sinabi sa akin na buntis ka." He wouldn't lie, but thoughts of you being pregnant with a child warmed his entire being. Mini-yous and mini-hims running around.

What a dream.

"Nagdadalang tae lang po, manong," you stuck your tongue out at him, then stopped. He stopped walking, too, looking at you questioningly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Mahal?" you paused. Gulugulugulugulu. Oh no. Mayday, mayday!

"Did you forget something at the restaurant?" he asked. You shook your head in response, telling him there was an emergency.

"... Mahal, natatae ako."

"Like, now?" You nodded at him with wide, doe-like irises. His eyes crinkled, finding the situation hilarious. "Really? Oh shit. Literally. Is this because we were talking about poop?"

Crispin could only cackle as you rummaged through your bag for some wet wipes (and the situation led to you two running around the mall like psychos looking for the nearest restroom—grabe ang cold sweat mo, sis; it was that type of pooping session).

As he waited outside the women's comfort room, he found himself smiling like a weirdo from your date today. Nagdadalang tae o nagdadalang tao, he wouldn't love you any other way.

"Punong-puno ng ligaya ang ating pagsasama."

He found himself unconsciously doing the tapping to you, as well. Tap. Tap. Tap. He only now realized how many times you've been saying "I love you" everyday. Usually, you'd only verbally say it out loud three times: in the morning waking up, whenever he left for a mission, or the times you went to sleep together (because of the nature of his work, it was uncommon, but if he was at home during the night, he'd make sure to say it to you). But now that he knew what the taps meant, he counted them for one week from Monday to Sunday.

You were sitting on the couch, on your stomach and sprawled vertically over his lap. He was watching a basketball game on television while you were on your phone, scrolling through Facebook. It was all quiet until he tapped his finger thrice on your calf. You beamed, rolling over to face him then gently tapping his cheek three times—not with your fingers, but with your hands, smooshing his cheeks then pecking his lips.

"Fwifee-hweif," he said. You tilted your head at him, letting go of his cheeks.

"What was that?" you curiously inquired.

"Fifty-eight," Crispin gave you his signature flirty grin. "You tapped me one hundred seventy-four times today. And one hundred seventy-four divided by three—because I love you has three syllables—is equal to fifty-eight." His affectionate gaze to you softened. "Mahal, you've told me I love you fifty-eight times today."

You just hugged him and hid your face in his neck, "I love you, too, manooooong."

"... Wanna watch a K-drama tonight?" he said, his voice rumbling through his chest as you laid your head on it.

"Mmhmm."

You guys ended up binging Scarlet Heart Ryeo and bawling your eyes out (Crispin cried louder than you, actually, and the box of tissues was passed back n' forth between you two).

"Punyeta, walang Season Two?" Crispin cursed, blowing his nose.

You hiccupped, shaking your head and scrolling through the categories, "W-Wala e-eh, m-mahal."

"Seryoso ka ba?" he gaped, wiping his tears after wiping yours. "That's how it ends?"

You nodded, sniffling, "Uh-huh."

The next morning, when all of you gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Alexandra and the others could only stare, nagtataka kung bakit namamaga ang mga mata niyo (yeah, they were swollen as hell).

"... Anyare sa inyo?" Alexandra quizzed. Hank, while pouring everyone some juice, had a worried look on his face, too.

"Nag-away ba kayong dalawa, Kuya?" Basilio questioned. You both shook your head simultaneously.

"Hindi," Crispin shortly answered, exhausted from crying with you all night.

"Nanood lang kami ng K-drama," you supplied, as worn out as your boyfriend was.

"Aaaaaaah."

"Na parang wala nang sisira ng lahat."

The date always held some significance to him, not only because it meant only a few days before Christmas but also because it was the day you promised to one another that you'd be endgame.

December 1st.

It would repeat in his head over and over again until the day he died.

The two of you were lying in bed, the cold night air entering through the open windows. You were leaning on his chest in-between his lap, reading The Count of Monte Cristo. He noticed that your expression often shifted between being giddy to being angry or smug at what was happening to the main character.

"... Mahal?"

"Yeah?" you responded, not taking your eyes off the novel. You flipped another page.

"What kind of ring do you want? Para alam ko kung magkano ang iiponin ko?" he quietly asked, his thumb caressing your temple. Normally, men wanted this to be a surprise or didn't talk about this but he only wanted you to have something you'd cherish for the rest of your life. You tilted your head back to look up at him. "Do you want those with the big gems or the smaller and simpler ones?"

You gazed back at your novel, then sat up and closed it, turning to look at him. "Crispin." You took his hands in your own (he tapped it thrice, making a teeny smile creep up your lips). "Hindi ko kailangan ng singsing."

His eyes grew wide, "... Are you sure? You don't want to be formally married?"

You frantically shook your head, "Nooooooo, noooo! That's not what I meant, dummy. I just wanted to tell you that I don't need an expensive ring to be yours." You kissed him. "And to be your wife."

"Pero—"

"Mahal, if we ever do have kids, mahal ang gatas, diaper, at tuition," you childishly told him. "Kung magpapakasal tayo, I don't need a huge proposal or a big wedding. Let's put the funds away for a house and for the future, 'mkay?"

"... But you won't have a ring," he sulked.

Getting an idea, you hopped off the bed and open your cabinet, finding a piece of durable string on one of your shirts. With a strong tug, it came off. You walked back towards your boyfriend, flopping back down then looping it on your left ring finger. You held your hand up to him, "There. I have a ring now, see?"

Crispin had never ever loved anyone as much as he did right now. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his head, though. "... I feel like I've seen this in a movie before, mahal."

"Duuuuh. I got the idea from the Count of Monte Cristo. Mercedes promises herself to Dantes with a string ring! Sorry nalang if copyright infringement ang ginawa ko, hihi." You showed him the book you were reading, the smile not disappearing from your face. Feeling ecstatic, he kissed you passionately right on the spot.

"Ipapangako mo sa akin na magsasama tayo nang walang hanggan?" Crispin whispered against your lips. "Magpakailanman?"

You kissed him, rolling your eyes, "Oo na, Crispin. Corny mo talaga, manong. Such a hopeless romantic, like me!" Another kiss. "I'll stay with you forever and ever and eveeeeeer and grow old with you. We'll get that rest house in the mountains, travel the world together, win the lotto, and do anything we want!" you declared determinedly.

"Promise? Talaga?"

You grinned, wriggling your little finger, "Pinky promise."

He linked his pinky with yours, "Okay. Pinky promise, wifey."

"Okaaaaay, hubby," you quipped, settling down and snuggling into him.

9:24PM, he saw the digital clock display before he pulled the covers over you both, keeping you warm and safe in his arms.

"Bakit pa dumating ang oras na ito?"

"Mahaaaaal, pauwi na ako. Huwag kang mag-alala," you quietly told Crispin over the phone. He was on another investigation, but while their bossing was speaking to Captain Guerrero and Lieutenant Tapia about the case, he used the spare time he had to check up on you.

You had been buying groceries, but knowing you, Crispin had a feeling you had gone to do some other errands.

"Pauwi ka na? Meaning, you're driving home?" He sighed, "And why are you whispering?"

"... Ehehehe," you nervously giggled.

"Anong ehehehehe?" the demigod asked you, suspicious. "Mahal, saan ka na ba talaga?"

"Nasa banko pa ako. Oopsies," you admitted shamelessly. "But I just finished paying the bills. I'm actually walking away from the counter now and—"

You suddenly stopped talking. For a second, the son of the wargod thought that the signal had gone bad.

"Mahal?"

Your voice had gone distant, but it seemed like it was talking to someone else. He strained to hear what you were saying.

"Hey, hey... shhhh, little one, huwag kang umiyak," he heard you say. Your voice seemed so far away. You seemed like you were trying to shush a person. A kid.

"I want my mom!" a child wailed.

"... Langga, come here. At huwag kang masyadong maingay." If it weren't for his heritage as a god, he would have barely been able to hear what you said.

Were you comforting a kid? Awww. He was about to just end the call then text you instead when another much louder and crueler voice could be heard over the phone. No, there wasn't only one voice. There were more.

"Mamatay kayong lahat! Balang araw, hindi na mga tao ang mamumuno sa mundong ito!"

Then there was a sound that was unmistakably a gunshot.

"Nabalitaan ko na wala ka na."

Bang!

His blood went cold. Almost every day he handled firearms in his line of work, so of course he knew what it sounded like. The shrieks and terrified shouts came after the gunshots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last thing he heard were more gunshots, then the call ending.

He had never sprinted to Alexandra so fast before, frantically begging her to let him use the Dragon's Gate to teleport to wherever you were, even if it made him physically sick and nauseous.

Crispin didn't give a damn what happened to him, as long as nothing happened to you.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo hindi mo ko iiwan?"

It all happened so fast. One moment he was silently praying to Bathala for your safety while looking for you in the chaos. The next? He was scouring through the overwhelmed emergency room of the nearest hospital, where it was flooded with victims from the mall shooting.

It was a mess, with bleeding patients on the floor as nurses tried to assist. Others were seated on monobloc chairs that had been quickly put on the corridors. There was an overwhelming number of patients taken to the hospital either through ambulances or police cars themselves. It already began to stink of death, and Crispin hated it. His bloodlust as a wargod was creeping up his veins from the stench and his inner fury, but he held it in. He needed to find you first.

Behind him, Alexandra and Basilio were searching for you, too. When he told them what happened, they didn't hesitate to help and be transported to the mall as quick as possible. Captain Guerrero had already dispatched units after hearing what occurred (there was also an alarm that had blared in the station—a bank employee must have pressed an emergency button or something).

Surprisingly, in the midst of the havoc happening inside the hospital, he found himself walking towards the Trauma Bay of the hospital like a magnet. He had no idea where he was going, but he just kept going, and he stopped by a less crowded hallway. If he just went straight forward, he would be entering an operating room.

"Excuse me, coming through! Make some way!" It was a doctor who yelled from behind him. He turned around.

"Hindi papabayaan na ako'y mag-isa."

And as if time went by slower, he found you on a stretcher, being wheeled through the corridor as a nurse was on the bed with you, performing CPR. He saw the amount of blood gushing out of the bullet wounds on your body; one on your back, another on your stomach, and a third on your thigh.

Crispin couldn't help but run after them, asking one of the health professionals what was happening to you, "Nurse! Nurse, is she going to be okay!?"

"Are you her family?" they quickly interrogated. Alexandra and Basilio rounded the corner right as the nurse asked him that. Both held their breaths when they saw the tormenting state you were in, unconscious and on the brink of death.

The eldest demigod frenziedly nodded, "Yes, yes! I'm family!" He glanced at your bleeding form, and his heart clenched seeing the string ring on your finger, a bit of blood splattered over it. "I'm... I'm her husband! Asawa ko siya!"

You weren't formally or legally married yet, but to his eyes (and many of the others who knew you both), you were practically husband and wife.

"Good," the nurse said as they rushed you into the O.R., stopping Crispin from entering any further. "Sir, we need you to tell us your wife's name and her health details, please. She has to be operated on as soon as possible. We need her age, blood type, her comorbidities or allergies, if any..."

Crispin knew them all. He'd memorized them. And he told the nurses everything they needed for the operation. As long as it saved you, he'd say anything. Do anything.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo sabay tayong tatanda?"

It was a grueling operation, he could tell. Crispin had been pacing continuously in the waiting room, not even daring to sit from how anxious he was about you. Hank had come instantly to the hospital after hearing, and now there were three seated and extremely worried people watching him panic outside the operating room.

"God, please let her be okay," he continued to mumble to himself, fiddling with his fingers. "Please, please, please..."

"Kuya, umupo ka muna," Basilio tried to convince his brother.

"Oo nga," Hank frowned.

"You've been standing for five hours," Alexandra gave him a saddened look. "You should rest."

The older demigod shook his head, "I can't, bossing. Hindi pwede. Not until I know that she's okay."

As if on cue, the head surgeon came out of the operating room. Crispin nearly jolted and would have grabbed the man's collar had it not been for Alex and his brother holding him back, calming him down. No one could tell what he was about to say until he removed his surgical mask.

The four occupants waited for his response, antsy. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Doc? Is she okay? Is she gonna be alright?" Crispin asked, troubled out of his mind. Alex's grip on his arm tightened, and so did Basilio's hold on his shoulder. "Doc, please say somethi—"

"... I'm sorry," the surgeon shook his head, a somber look on his face.

It was like the universe stopped for the demigod. The two people holding him were the only ones to support him when his knees buckled.

"We did everything we could. She lost too much blood, and the bullets hit too many vital organs," the doctor explained forlornly. "We performed CPR and a cardiac massage on her for thirty minutes, but she did not make it through the rest of the operation."

The words just echoed emptily through Crispin's ears.

"Bakit bigla ka na lang nandiyan sa kabilang buhay?"

When he entered the morgue alone, he didn't know why but he was expecting you to be sitting up and smiling, almost hearing your teasing voice telling him it was all a cruel prank. At first, that was what he saw. He saw the love of his life, soft skin flushed and curled up lips filled with so much love directed at him. He saw you radiant—glowing; that familiar twinkle in your magnificent eyes. He reached out to hold your left hand, awaiting its warmth.

Awaiting the three taps.

The taps that would tell him "I love you" and "I'm okay".

Crispin even waited a minute. Maybe you were still there, hanging on. Maybe... just maybe... you were fighting.

"Mahal?" he croaked out, squeezing your hand.

"Paano na ang lahat? Paano na ako, tayo?"

Those three taps never came. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

Only then did he really see you. The illusion all came crashing down.

Now your skin was so cold. So lifeless. So... opposite from what you were when you were alive. You were pale. Your lips were tinted blue. You were so still. So deathly still. Not one movement.

It freaked him out.

He couldn't believe it was you on that metal table—it didn't look like you. Where was the halo he always saw around your head? Where was that beam of light following you around?

His rose-tinted glasses suddenly became grey and dull. Taking your left hand, Crispin felt his heart shatter even more when his hand brushed the string ring on your finger. They had cleaned you up and made sure there was no blood left on your body, but nothing could remove those tiny, miniscule splatters that stained the string.

Remnants of what happened today.

You never did remove it. Even when showering or swimming or washing the dishes, you'd joked to him.

"See? 'Di ko nga kailangan ng singsing. Mas maganda pa nga 'to, eh. I can wear it all the time! Matibay pa!"

Crispin could nearly hear you, but it was all just a memory in his mind. God, he didn't want to forget your voice. Your laughter. Your cries. You whispering to him how much you loved him. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did.

Both of you didn't even get to say "I love you" one last time. But reality was harsh, and this wasn't a movie where the leading characters could have a lengthy monologue confessing to each other as the dramatic scene was drawn out from seconds into minutes.

There were no camera angles, no music, no time left, and no happy endings. Everything was raw. Real.

"Hindi ba't sinabi mo sa akin na sabay tayong mangangarap?"

"Mahal," his voice trembled as he held your icy hand to his lips, kissing it. "Huwag mo akong iwan. What about us? Our dreams? Andami pa nating pangarap, 'di ba? Mga gustong gawin?"

No response.

"Tatatanda pa tayo, 'di ba? Bibili pa tayo ng bahay na nasa bundok... then we'll travel the world together, right? We've... We've saved up half of the funds! You... You can't leave now..."

Silence.

Crispin felt tears dripping down his face. He hadn't noticed he was crying. Only with you could he be a sniveling mess—around the others, he always had to be the kuya. The responsible one. The oldest one. The loyal bodyguard.

With you? He could be anything and you would never judge him.

Even when you were dead, he was still a sniveling mess in your arms.

"Sabi mo gusto mong manalo sa lotto," he choked out, cupping your cheeks. It was so strange to him; how colorless they were compared to how... spirited you were in life. "I'll do that... I'll make that happen. Just please... please come back to me. Gagawin ko ang lahat... bumalik ka sa akin, mahal. Mahal..."

Crispin told himself nothing was impossible when a god loved someone, yet now all this god could do was be paralyzed by his despair.

"Bakit bigla kang lumisan nang hindi man lang nagpaalam?"

They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. People don't talk enough about how they weren't actually stages. They were just five emotions and there was no particular order they came in. They would come and go, and that was how dealing with loss really was.

Today, as he was cradling his departed soulmate and the only woman he knew he'd ever love this much—reduced to tears while nursing his broken heart—he was feeling denial, bargaining, and depression all at once.

Only then did he allow himself to feel anger—just pure, unadulterated fury—when Alexandra let him and his brother unleash their bloodlust to the guilty aswang clan that had been the culprits of the mall shooting. The bank robbery.

He had his vengeance.

The son of the wargod nearly became a god of war that night, coming home soaked in the same crimson that dripped off his guns. He swore to himself he'd rip the world apart for you and build it back from scratch. Thus, Crispin was merciless to those who murdered you and all those other innocent humans.

He took his time watching the life dissipate out of their eyes, especially since he didn't see yours before you died. They were already closed when he got to the hospital too late.

Denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. He'd felt all that as time passed, on and off.

Acceptance? That last stage? That last emotion? Crispin never did really get to that point. Perhaps he would. Perhaps he wouldn't. Only more time would tell.

"Isang malamig na hangin ang yumakap sa akin."

The demigod sat under the tree that shaded your gravestone, a bouquet of white and red roses beside him while he relaxed on the grass. It was a classic symbol of true and everlasting love. That was the vow you'd made to one another, right?

December 1st.

It had been one year since your death. Wasn't it funny how the fates worked? Two years ago, on this very day, you two promised each other that you'd be together forever. He said that this day would be memorable to him until the day he died because technically, it was your engagement slash informal wedding anniversary.

Then one year ago, you had been shot trying to protect a child from those armed aswang. You saved the kid, alright. Crispin even made sure that the little boy, one of the lucky survivors of the shooting, wouldn't be targeted by the aswang. He ensured your sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. But what was supposed to be a marriage anniversary turned into your death anniversary.

December 1st.

The day would indeed be eternally ingrained into his mind.

But now, he could only dwell on nostalgia as he crouched and cleaned your gravestone, polishing it after removing all the grass and dirt. Engraved on it were the words beloved friend, sister, and wife.

Wife.

He really should have married you before you were declared dead. It didn't matter now; you would always be his wife, even in death.

On the left side of your gravestone was his mother's tombstone. He did the same, cleaning it and polishing it. When he was done, he tapped your gravestone thrice, "Una na ako, mahal. Paalam din, Ma. Baka hanapin pa ako ni bossing."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He jerked, swerving around and standing up. He swore someone just touched his shoulder and—

Whoosh!

"Parang isang pahiwatig na magpapaalam ka na."

A gentle breeze came from behind him, where the tree was. Once more, he turned around.

Crispin didn't know what to do.

He thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. Not with the way your hand rested on his cheek. Not with how warm you felt.

Despite seeming almost transparent, you looked absolutely radiant, more so than when you were in life. If he was biased before about you having a halo and a beam of light following you around, now he wasn't (because you really did have a golden circle on your head and a candescent glow behind you).

You didn't speak, but again, you tapped your index finger thrice on his cheek. He was too stunned to react to the featherlight touch you had. It was almost nothing, but it was there. A ghostly tap, tap, tap.

"... Mahal?" he whispered.

You joyfully beamed at him (God, did you look divine), then planted a fragile kiss on his lips. You settled down on the roots of the tree and patted the patch of grass beside it. He sat down slowly. When he did, he removed his black gloves while you intertwined your hand with his.

On his left ring finger was a string ring made from that old shirt of yours. The same one you improvised your string ring from. It was how Crispin always remembered you and how he brought your memory everywhere with him.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The triple tapping. Perhaps it was your way of wordlessly saying you loved him while simultaneously bidding him goodbye as a ghost. He didn't know. You couldn't speak (or he couldn't hear you), so you did what you could.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just that gesture every once in a while as you quietly listened to him tell you about his day.

When he had to leave, he saw you there by the tree, sitting and waving at him. The next time he came to visit, you were there. Always there, waiting.

And when you weren't, after a couple of decades, Crispin knew that it was time for him to let you go.

To let himself move on.

But that didn't mean he stopped hurting or stopped loving you. He could never stop loving you. Never.

Kahit kailangan ka niyang bitawan upang makapagpatuloy ka sa kabilang buhay, habangbuhay kang minahal ng isang diyos ng digmaan.

× AUTHOR'S NOTE ×

Nasa mood kasi akong manakit ng tao (because ngayon ko lang pinanood ang mga pelikula ni Rico Yan & Claudine Barretto after his death; ang pait eh, right person but wrong time). Medyo sadista pala ako, haha. Ayun, pati ako umiiyak habang nagsusulat nito. Even when I was showering, I was still crying and blowing my nose out. Sana nagustuhan niyo kasi pati author niyo nasaktan sa ginawa niya. 🥲😅

And that tapping gesture was inspired by a random Reddit post I saw years ago. As someone whose love language ain't saying stuff out loud, that just really called out to me. Acts of service kasi akin, eh.

Anyways, I finished writing this at like, 12AM. I'll just edit the typos and errors tomorrow because I want to get this oneshot off my chest. Goodnight! 😂💤

Comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, too! (Yes, you may also rant at me for this.) 💙

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fairycore-gyu · 4 years

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔/𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

a/n: i realised half way through this that each one is basically an imagine (¤﹏¤) but enjoy! also this is my first time posting my writes!

bang chan

first,,,, i feel like chan would kiss you in a really cute, romantic way

idk maybe i’m wrong but like i get this romantic vibe about chan that could only come out with his s/o

i also feel like he would kiss you around like the second or third date??

cuz he would want to be sure that’s what his s/o wants

you and chan had finished eating your dinner you had made and were cuddling while watching frozen (i think he would love to watch disney movies w his s/o,, just sayin)

the scene with hans and anna dancing and singing ‘love is an open door’ came on and he jumped off the couch and held his hand out to you for you to take

you looked at him with wide eyes

“seriously?” you said giggling

he nodded grabbing your hand and pulling you up

you laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist dancing around the room

the song came to an end and your laughter settled when he pulled you closer,, and looked down at your lips

you bit down on your lip letting air escape your mouth but before you knew it, he caught your breath and his lips were on yours

minho

depending on the mood, minho can be a 100% goof

so when it comes to kissing you, it will probably be quick and sloppy because he’ll be making you laugh or the other way around

you and minho were sitting on you phones playing kart rider waiting for hyunjin to finish his vlive so you all could get something to eat

you had finished your last round but you saw minho was still invested in the game so you bumped his arm making it fall out of his hand

“yahhh, i was winning!” he whined

you crossed your arms pouting, “yea well your not paying attention to me!”

you saw a smirk form on his lips out of the corner of your eye

“NO-” you knew you were in for it

before you could even finish he launched into kissing ur face everywhere until he stopped right in front of your lips

you were recovering from sudden affection but you were forced to stop when he smashed his lips onto yours

but only for a sec

“is that enough affection for you?” he said grinning,,,

changbin

for binnie he would kiss you fairly quickly after you he confessed to you but being the busy boy he is, it would be maybe a week or 2

lately, he had been very busy writing lyrics for new songs that you both haven’t had a lot of time together

he was working on his music in the studio when you peeked your head through the door

his eyes were drooping and his head rested on the palm of his hand slowly beginning to drift off

as you gently knocked on the door gently his head quickly turned to see you

he smiled twisting the chair around motioning to come sit on his lap

you sat down pushing his hair out of his face and smiling

he wrapped both arms around your waist bringing you close enough to feel his breath fan across your lips

“you’re tired babe,,, you should go to bed” you said breaking the silence

he smiled at your words and looked down at your lips and then looked up to your eyes for confirmation

you could barely smile before his lips softly pressed against yours and you could feel him smile in the slightest way

hyunjin

for jinnie he would kiss you probably on the first proper date you would have

i see him taking you to a cute coffee shop and buying you an iced coffee and you both sharing a croissant because we know hyunjin and aesthetics

anyway

you both finished the croissant that you shared and he took your hand in his as you walked the streets of Seoul laughing and talking

“no hyunjin, it wasn’t me who said it, it was jisung!” you said giggling

“yea sureee” he said leaning down to take a sip of your coffee

you turned your head in shock

“yah!”

before you could could say anything he yanked your hand so that you stopped and were facing him

he was grinning before he leaned down pulling you closer as he pressed his curled lips against yours

he pulled away grinning “yea, it was definitely you who said it.”

you were too surprised to say anything as your cheeks turned pink so you just turned and started walking as he started to swing your hands

jisung

jisung is so passionate in everything and kissing would be no different

his first kiss with his s/o would 100% be intense

you and jisung were on a mini date at the arcade while the rest of the boys went to eat dinner,,,

“yah, you’re cheating! you can’t do that!” you whined

“what are you talking about, i’m playing the game?” he said nonchalantly as he took own of your basketballs

“you’re taking my basketballs and using them for your game, how is that ‘no cheating?’” you asked sarcastically

you heard the timer buzz on the game as he turned to look at you with a cheeky smile

“if you woulda just went along with it instead of yelling at me you would’ve won,” he stated

you rolled your eyes turning away from him

he reached out to grab your hand pulling your body flush with his

your cheeks immediately were dusted pink

“what can i do to make it up to, huh?” he said locking your eyes with his

his soft lips were on yours before you could say anything

you pulled away quickly

“jisung, there are people everywhere”, you whispered

he answered you by kissing you harder,, leaving you speechless

felix

for felix, i think he would think a lot about how and when his first kiss with you would be

but we’re talking about lee felix so that plan would probably go right down the drain sjsksjk

you had both decided to make vanilla cake just because you we bored

you blasted the music through while you baked as you sang and danced making eachother laugh hysterically

as you were pouring mix in the mixer, felix turned the mixer on high making the powder go everywhere

“FELIX WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” you laughed wiping the powder from your face

“i didn’t think it would go everywhere!” he said laughing

he grabbed a towel and gently started wiping your face

your laughter had settled when you noticed how close you guys were

at some point you had backed up into the counter

you were trapped with felix only a few inches away from your face

he stepped a little closer, forcing you to look up at him

before you had time to think he leaned in pressing his lips against yours

he pulled away looking down

you smiled brightly and leaned over to grab some powder from the bowl and flicked it as his face

but before you squirm out of his arms he grabbed your waist pulling you in for a longer, deeper kiss

sorry his was longer,, what do you expect,,, hes my bias sjksjskjs

seungmin

our puppy uwu

i feel like he would kinda just let it happen when it happened

seungmin knew english very well and since you were still in the process of learning korean he decided to help you since it was his day off

“no, no, y/n, it’s not like ‘n’, it’s like ‘ng’” he said

“ahh ok, i got it,” you said looking back at your notebook

“no, say it, i’ll see if you got it” he said, laughing

“agh, fine,” you said rolling your eyes

“ng, ng, ng” you emphasised

“yes! that was perfect,” he said

he squished your cheeks making your lips pucker

“you’re so cute!” he smiled leaning in to peck your lips

after he kissed you he quickly leaned back removing his hands from your face

he laughed nervously scratching the back of his neck

you saw his reaction and grabbed his hands

he looked you in the eyes and you quickly pecked his lips

you pulled back blushing like crazy

he smiled brightly pulling out the flashcards

this is really just a bunch little pecks but what do you expect from our puppy uwu

jeongin

lastly our baby jeongin,,,,,（＊＾Ｕ＾）人（≧Ｖ≦＊）/

i feel like jeongin would kinda just let it happen when it happened like seungmin

i also feel like he would wait to kiss you until you were a little more comfortable in the relationship

like hyunjin, he would kiss you on a date

he had set up a picnic for you both at a park near your house

you were both young and innocent so a lot of the dates you went on were cliche which the rest of the boys made fun of him for but he loved it

you ate and laughed enjoying every moment you had together

you leaned back on your back looking up at the clouds

he laid down next to you grabbing your hand turning his head to look at you

after awhile he leaned up on hand looking down

“where’s one place you’ve always wanted to go?” he questioned

you turned your head to look at him

you wanted to question why he was asking that but you just decided to answer

“honestly there’s really no specific place but i’ve always wanted go to venice, italy; everything there is absolutely beautiful: the building are colorful, there’s water taxis that take you through the whole town, and most importantly... the pizza” you said giggling

he looked at you with amazement as he quickly leaned down pressing his lips to yours

“can i be there?” he asks

“of course, i wouldn’t go without you”

i’m tagging @kesmonsterwrites because she inspired me to start writing! hopefully you like it! (╯3╰)

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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Going One, Going Twice, part 11

Prison party, part 3/3

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CW: Pet whumpee, Whumper party, choking/strangling, manhandling, intimate Whumper, public torture, whipping implied, shock collar mentioned, fight scene

Robert kept his eyes low, staring at the plate sitting in front of him, trying to distract himself from the cries of the man being tortured on stage. The room rumbled with laughter from the dozens of people seated around him at every stroke of the whip, and shock from the collar.

This was sick.

He glanced back behind him. He couldn’t see Peter from here, but he hoped he couldn’t see or hear anything.

“Nina, can we talk please?” Robert whispered. Nina groaned annoyingly “Shh! Quit being a distraction! Just enjoy the show...” She hissed at him, before taking a sip from her glass and chuckling, not even taking her eyes off the stage.

Peter slowly paced around the small room, he wanted to close the door all the way to shut out the screaming, but wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to. He looked up at a large glass cabinet, with family photos, tiny golden figures, and a bowl full of papers and letters. Everyone in the photos looked miserable, all glaring at the camera with seething hatred, Robert wasn't in any of them. He sat at a bench close to the exit, he huddled himself underneath the oversized coat, covering his ears. He wanted to go home so badly, he didn’t want to be here, but he had nobody to blame but himself for getting him in this situation. He could hear faint footsteps approaching, as his head shot up.

“Maste-”

His breath froze when he saw the Barron, back turned to him as he closed the doors behind him, the room fell quiet, as he slowly turned his head to look at him with a smile.

“Peter, is it?” He tilted his head to the side, slowly walking closer to him. Peter jumped to his feet, clutching the coat around his shoulders tightly, as if it could protect him. He slowly backed away, realizing he just put himself into a corner.

He opened his mouth to speak, but in an instant, the Barron closed the distance, slapping his hand over his mouth and slamming his back against the corner. His face inches from his, one hand covering his mouth, the other closing around his throat, the collar around his neck being pressed into his skin. He struggled against his hand, but every inch he moved, the Barron’s hand closed tighter around his neck until he was forced to be still, breathing heavily, defenseless.

“If you scream I’ll crush your throat.” He whispered in his ear, with almost a friendly loving smile across his face. He slowly removed his hand from his mouth, testing him, eyes darting back from staring into his eyes, then down to see if his mouth would move.

“Good boy.” He cooed, as Peter stayed silent, frozen in fear with the strong hand threatening his neck.

“It’s too bad, really, how the auction turned out.” He breathed, his other hand turning gently, as his thumb glided across his cheekbone. Peter tried to tilt his head away from it, but was punished with his hand tightening around his throat, stealing his breath away. He grunted and immediately fixed his head straight, being forced to lean into the Barron’s touch.

“Na ah! None of that now. Ohh, you. If I had you, I would have broken you so beautifully.” He smiled. “How’s he treating you? Are you getting love and attention? Or abuse and neglect?” He asked, running a hand through his hair.

“H-he’s k-kind.” He croaked, struggling to breath, talking made it even worse. He tried both to lean away from his and not strangle himself at the same time. He wanted to cry out for his master, but that would make things worse for the both of them... Just give the man what he wanted, and maybe he will leave. Give him what he wanted, and maybe he won’t cause his master anymore trouble. Just be good...

“Is he now? Hmm, what a shame. Understandable I suppose. Do you know why he really bought you?” He asked, Peter let out a high pitch whimper, as he tightened his hand even firmer to get the point across.

Wait.

Why did master buy him?

He paid an unholy amount to get him, yet he was nothing but a handful since day one. Master was still patient, kind and caring even after all the trouble he caused.

Why?

“He bought you because he felt sorry for you.” The Barron smiled, finally loosening his grip. He gasped for air, finally able to take a decent breath.

Peter looked up at him, making direct eye contact for the first time.

“I dont-t blame him, I feel sorry f-for me too.” He muttered with a weak voice.

An unnaturally large smile slowly spread across the Barron’s face, after a pause, he broke into a loud wheezing laughter, letting go of him to try and support his weight against the wall. He sounded like he was probably dying, much to Peter’s hope. If anything, now was his chance to bolt for it.

He slowly shimmied against the wall further and further, until he was a good foot away from him, feeling confident enough to run. He made it all of two steps when a hand shot out, grabbing his coat and yanking him back. The coat was pulled off his shoulders, but he had lost his footing and slammed backwards onto the cold hard tiled floor. The Barron was immediately on top of him, one knee pressed against his chest, both hands wrapped around his neck, forcing his head up.

“N-.. ng.. No! S-stop it-t!” He choked out, desperately fighting back, trying to pry his fingers off his neck.

He could barely see anything as his vision blurred, the Barron was both furious, and overjoyed at the same time, almost happy he tried to run so he could hurt him.

“p-.. ease...” He rasped, with the last of the breath in his lungs. The collar indented in his neck, his eyes were open, but the room kept getting darker. He felt like he was drowning, breathing in water, yet he couldn’t even breathe at all. He reached a point where his body was numb, he couldn’t feel his legs, the knee digging into his chest, pressing against his lungs, or the hands wrapped around his neck anymore.

There was nothing.

*Gasp*

The weight lifted off in an instant, as his body instinctively took a breath. The weight against his chest was gone, as he turned to his side, as the breath quickly turned into coughing, his body desperate to get as much oxygen back as it could. He blinked his eyes open, to see two figures on the floor next to him, with a repeating *bang, bang* sound echoing throughout the room. It was right next to him, but felt so far away. Loud voices started to screech from behind him, he tried to turn his head to look, but he couldn’t move.

“Someone help him!”

“Get him off!”

“He’s crazy!’‘

“Do something!”

What was happening? Was this even real? No... This had to be another dream. He had to have passed out and was having those lucid fever dreams.

“Robert, stop it!” A woman yelled.

Robert?

Master?

Master was here?

Peter tilted his head, his vision slowly returning with each struggling breath. His eyes went wide, when he saw Robert, on top of the Barron, hammering down blow after blow to the man’s face.

He stared, unable to move as he just watched. The entire party standing at the doorway doing the same, not knowing what to do, not wanting to get any close to Robert, who was completely berserk. The Barron was nothing beneath Robert’s size, his coat was torn off, as his muscular build was shown.

Two men finally pushed through the crowd, one of them was the man who was at the door when they first came in. They each grabbed Robert’s arm in an effort to pry him off the Barron. He was determined to clock him in the face one last time before he was finally ripped off.

“DON’T YOU, OR ANYONE ELSE EVER TOUCH HIM AGAIN!” He hissed, while being drug back. “Get your hands off me!” He shouted, pushing the men off him, before collapsing on his knees next to Peter, gently taking his chin, tilting it up to get a look at his neck. His eyes went from fury, to concern as his eyebrows furrowed as he looked him over.

Peter opened his lips to speak, but only a sad quiet rasp left his throat. “Ssshhh, don’t try and speak, just take it easy.” He said, gently placing a hand on his cheek, as he closed his eyes to push his face into the palm of his hand, a tear streaking down his face.

“Come on Robert, he’s fine.” Nina sighed. She knew he was pretty liable for Pet damage against the Barron.

“He’s not fine, Nin, I’ll be the judge of that.” He looked up at her coldly, his eyes staring right through her. She almost took a step back, but composed herself.

“Look, he's fine, it's not that bad.” She reached down to take his hand to try and pull him up. “Don’t touch him!” He yelled, pushing her hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” She barked back, slapping his hand back purely out of spite.

“Open the door! Now! We’re leaving.” Robert motioned.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m calling the authorities!” She hissed.

“N-Nina! Wait.” The Barron rasped, his face unrecognizable, dripping with blood. He was standing beside the glass cabinet, holding a letter in his hands. He couldn’t turn his head, so he just awkwardly turned his whole torso to face Robert.

“Is this, what your a-after?” He muttered quietly, holding up the letter with Robert's name on it.

Robert went pale, eyes darting between him and the letter. “Yes.” He muttered back. The Barron pulled out a lighter from his pocket, flicking it on and holding it to the letters corner. “Wait!” Robert cried.

“The boy. Give me, th-the boy, for the letter.” He rasped, looking like he could fall unconscious at any time.

Robert’s grip around Peter’s shoulders tightened, Peter was deathly silent not even his breathing could be heard. Robert stared at the Barron with hatred, his head falling down slightly as the he smirked with bloody teeth at his hesitation, letting the lighter sizzle the corner.

“Burn it.” Robert muttered.

Peter broke down crying in his arm, clutching his coat tighter. ‘M-mas... Mast..r.. !” He choked out, his voice breaking.

“Sssh! Hush now, it’s alright.” Robert soothed. “I wouldn’t trade him for the world! He’s worth far more than that, even that letter, SO BURN IT!” He yelled.

The room was silent, the Barron’s smug smirk disappeared as he stared at him blankly, before holding the lighter up, igniting the letter in his hands as he let the ashes flutter to the floor at his feet. Robert let out a sigh of defeat, gently cradling Peter in his arms.

“L-let him go.” He stuttered, turning his body towards Nina.

“Wh-what? Are you crazy? What did you do, hit your hea- Oh. Oh that’s right.” She blinked.

“I said, let 'em g-go.” He stuttered again.

She looked between the Barron, and Robert, before shaking her head. “I don’t think so.” She growled with a low voice, her eyes narrowing as they fixated on Robert.

That’s okay, I’ll just break the door down” Robert shrugged.

“You’ll break the door down, huh? Good luck, cousin. I installed some pretty sturdy locks. Even a charging bull couldn’t possib-” *SLAM*

Robert kicked the door at the keyhole, as the wood around the lock splintered into chips.

“I.. I-I.. How.. Wh-what?!” She stuttered, frozen in place with the phone still in hand, as Robert grabbed Peter’s coat laying on the floor, and bundled him up in it, lifting him back into his arms. “You alright love?” He whispered. Peter’s head collapsed onto his shoulder, blinking up at him with glossy tired eyes. “Yeah, I know. Let’s get you out of here.” He nudged, carrying him out the door.

He gently laid him in the passenger's seat, brushing his hair from his face tenderly. His eyes fluttered closed as he slowly passed out.

“Hey! A voice called from behind, as Robert immediately slammed the door closed to try and keep him safe. “Stay back!” Robert growled.

“No no! I’m here to help...” A man said, jogging up with a towel in his hands. He slowed down when he got close, holding out a teal colored towel with ice packed in it.

“For his neck, on the ride home. I snagged some ice from the buckets on the dinner table.” The man smirked. “Is he okay?” The man asked.

“No, he's not okay...” He muttered, slowly taking the towel from his hand. “But thank you.” He muttered. “Yeah! No problem, take care of him!” He called, opening his own car door.

“Hey! What’s your name?” Robert asked. He wasn’t sure why he was curious, but the man seemed way too nice to be in a place like this. He didn't even give him a bad gut feeling like everyone else did.

The man stopped, slowly turning his head.

“Charles, Charles Mendrix.” He smiled, nodding his head before sliding into his car.

“Hmm.” Robert hummed to himself.

He climbed into the driver's seat, gently tilting Peter's head up to place the ice pack on his neck. His breath shuttered, but he didn’t move at all, his eyes still closed tight.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart... This is my fault.” He sighed, resting his hand on his forehead.

"Let's get you home..."

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rawonxcs · 3 years

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Awit, Naman! (Ebalwasyon - Once Upon a Tune)

Gary Granada vocalizes his thoughts on the political state of the Philippine Government.

By: Rance Loresca

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What is this so called “Once upon a Tune” you may ask?

Well let me tell you, its all about the political state of the Philippines. In a song, but to the tune of well-known nursery rhymes of our country. How is this relevant? As growing teens, we have a responsibility to be aware of what happens in our country. Of course, as time passes by, Philippines is where we will be leading and also contributing to the economy. We teenagers are also expected to vote. In a few years, we will be choosing who will lead us, and bring better to the country. (I hope so :))

HONEST REACTION: My honest reaction upon watching the video for the first time was just smiling and opening my mouth wide. I was shocked at how honest his lyrics was. The way he delivered his song and his creativeness made him able to unleash the fearless lyrics, above that; he entertained people and appealed them with his catchy tunes.

To begin our blog here are the following political issues that I found interesting and worth to tackle in “Once upon a tune”.

POLITICAL ISSUES

Sampung mga daliri panay malilikot

Nangangalabit, nandidikta at nangungurakot

Matutulis na ngipin ng pulitiko

Luho, bisyo, pati tinga pera ng publiko

“FAST HANDS?!”

The first stanza is about “Mga isyung Politikal at Pangkapayapaan”, to be more specific, “Graft at Corruption”. It talks about how a lot of politicians, symbolized as fingers that cunning and slick with their actions of corruption and grafting. Ever since I had consciousness in this world, I’ve been hearing “corruption”, “stealing”, “scams”, and yes they can’t be removed totally. But why is it that until now, there’s no difference? Negative traits of atrocious politicians are also present. Present in the lyrics, and present until now.

Bahay kubo nang tumakbo

Ay naging palasyo nang nakaupo

Sugal at inom, sigarilyo't babae

Libreng personal na grocery

“KING OF THE PALACE”

For the second and third stanza, along the tune of “Bahay Kubo”. A very obvious statement, what are politicians even after? To be the king of the palace. To have the right and money, to be the dictators of the public.

His next line supported my previous sentences: “Sugal at inom, sigarilyo't babae. Libreng personal na grocery”. All the luxury you get for having a position inside the palace (also symbolized as Malacañang). With money, power, and position, what else could they be asking for? If this was their utmost reason for running, can you even call them worthy of their position or are they slaves of corruption?

Bahay tubo, Malakanyang

Ang negosyo roon ay sarisari

Experts, consultants, advisers at media

Sa palibotlibot ay maraming tanga

Are those that have been elected doing their job well? Did the Filipino citizens benefit from their reign? Were all that they did enough? Why is the Malacañang infected with this virus, the virus of corruption which had been present for so many years, yet no cure has still been found?

For the ending line, though explicit, its true. Not in an offensive way but please hear Mr. Gary Granada’s song out as an eye opener. The voters are as responsible as the officers they elected, so it goes around. What even are we when we complain against the politicians, if we’re the ones who voted them in the first place?

Kandidatong bobo, lumipad sa langit

Di ko na nakita buhat nang ma-elect

Sayang ang boto kong mura lang ang benta

Nag-enjoy pa sana doon sa artista

“GHOSTER”

Another hot topic, just like lovers who promise each other; “I won’t leave you”; “Ikaw lang sapat na”; are not all, but mostly lies. As we hear campaigns and promises from our candidates, those push most of the public to vote for them. Pero kamusta na ngayon? Ano na? Where are those promises? Probably binulsa na rin nila. In their pockets, never to be found again.

This also tackles vote buying, a scam that politicians use to get votes by bribing the voters with money. Finally, Mr. Gary threw shade at w senator who was imprisoned for corruption, but is back in politics due to good appeal to the public with their looks and popularity as an artist. Have these really been the Filipino’s basis on voting?

And this is my message to the voters for all the years to come. If he or she is just famous, do not vote for them. Take this seriously especially in the upcoming elections, we already know the potential candidates and I suggest that you start as early as now to assess each and everyone of them and vote very wisely.

My nephew, my niece, my brother and sis

Are all political appointees

“FAMILY BUSINESS”

Before discussing the blog activity, I opened the LMS video about Gary Granada earlier than the given date. And this stanza or part was definitely my favorite. It just rang that bell in my ear if you know what I mean! The rhyming words just made it fun and the good plot twist at the end was pretty unexpected (if its your first time hearing it). Our theme for this is... *insert drumroll* Political Dynasty. Political Dynasty is very simple. Once a member of the family has entered the field of politics, expect his or her relatives to join in soon too.

How are we so sure that just because one family member is a leader, means that it will run in their bloodline? An example of this issue is our incumbent president’s daughter tentatively running for the same position. Whether the intentions are good or bad, keeping the throne to one family is an example of political dynasty. Do you think its safe to assume that they are treating politics as a form of “business” and not leading the country?

Kapag ang taongbayan

Ay may problema

Dalawang tenga, dalawang mata

Laging nakasara

“X-MEN”

“Nasa harap mo na nga, di mo pa makita.” In times of crisis, in times of the Filipinos asking for help, where’s the response? Instead of aiding the citizens, they chose to shut down their senses along with their helping system. The problem is right in front of them—yet they turn a blind eye against us and it gives such a discouraging feeling to the public.

And to think that the Filipinos still need to start a trend or hashtag in social media platforms such as Facebook and Twitter just for the government to start acting—only proves that if its not the fellow Filipinos who would start taking action first, no one would. If the students of A.P. 10 are doing their best to open up their eyes to see the countries situation and assess our status, why can’t the officials open theirs

TAKE AWAY:

“Once upon a Tune” is indeed a song cover that many generations will relate to. Even now our generation can relate to it, meaning that the problems he addressed are still a problem of today’s government. Adding the fact that he wrote the song in 1994. There were less or 0 changes that occurred—because if there was, we would not be writing these kinds of blogs using our present knowledge.

DISCLAIMER:

This blog is not attacking politicians or any Filipino citizens. This blog is for educational purposes and based solely on a students’ opinion. Thank you for reading!

Credits to all the owners of the gifs, rappler and

B O N U S !

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Out of boredom I also tried to create a “once a upon a tune” thingy to the tune of Enhypen’s tayo (p.s. mema, i’ll just leave it hear as a memory!!).

LYRICS

Tayo tayo, tayo tayo, ang sunod na boboto,

Ayusin, ayusin, ang ating pag-pili.

Tayo tayo, tayo tayo, ang inaasahan,

Suriin, piliin, ang mga kandidata

Tapat o hindi?

Karapatdapat?

Yan ang dapat nating hinahanap!

Wag basta basta porke’t artista,

Porke’t kilala ay iboboto mo na?

Tayo tayo, tayo tayo, ang sunod na boboto,

Ayusin, ayusin, ang ating pag-pili.

Tayo tayo, tayo tayo, ang inaasahan,

Suriin, piliin, ang mga kandidata!

Choose wisely mga botante!

If you are over 18 put your hands up!

Its just once that we get to vote wisely!

Are you ready? Lemme hear ya!

Tapat o hindi?

Karapatdapat?

Yan ang dapat nating hinahanap!

Wag basta basta porke’t artista,

Porke’t kilala ay iboboto mo na?

Tayo tayo, tayo tayo, ang sunod na boboto,

Ayusin, ayusin, ang ating pag-pili.

Tayo tayo, tayo tayo, ang inaasahan,

Suriin, piliin, ang mga kandidata!

Ha ha ho ho tara na,

And let’s be trueeeee!~

END, THANK YOU FOR READING!

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spamtonromantic · 3 years

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"iou look realli stressed out."

narrowed yellow eyes turned to phelti, violet pupils slitted. Toxiins lips briefly flattened before a scowl took place over them. "WHA-TSS I-T TO- YO-U- ?" It growled, teeth barred. Phelti sighed from where they stood in front of Toxiin, crouching down to be more level with the sitting troll. Toxiin leaned back in its beanbag. "well, iou know how iou are wyth stress." Phelti reached their claws foward, stalling briefly to wait for some indication from Toxiin that it was alright to touch it. Toxiins shoulders slacked and Phelti gave them a reassuring pat, a gentle smile on their face. "I-TSS NO-THI-NG..." Toxiin wrung its fingers together nervously and Phelti quirked their brows, but dropped the subject. They'd likely only stress Toxiin out worse by pressing. Phelti sat down next to Toxiin with a small grunt, crossing their legs and putting their claws on their knees. "Do iou want a smoke then?" Toxiin shook their head, fins pressed back. Phelti pursed their lips and glanced away as they tried to think. What could they do to possibly distract it? They reached forward, placing their painted claws on Toxiins arm. His eyes shifted to Phelti again and then to their claws, but made no move to remove it. He instead turned in his seat, now facing Phelti directly and taking their claws into his own. He held their claws gently in both hands. His claws were larger than Pheltis by a decent amount and Toxiins were far more callous, but his claws had a welcoming warmth to them. It was odd that he did, being so high up in the hemospectrum despite his cuspblood nature - but his mutant genes were likely to blame. Not that Phelti was complaining - they liked how warm his hands were to their own. "Iou styll have that byte on iou?" Phelti snorted, pointing to the small teeth marks that still dented Toxiins finger. They rose their claws to their face, a small smile forming. "WE-LL -- YE-A-H! YO-U- HA-VE- A- SSU-PRI-SSI-NGLY GO-O-D GRI-P.." They snickered, giving Pheltis shoulder a gentle shove as they let out a small chuckle as well. "Do iou styll have the one ryght - " Phelti motioned to their own neck and watched as Toxiins face tinted bright violet, rolling their eyes and letting out a little huff as they playfully kicked Phelti's knee. "SSHU-T I-T!" Toxiin muttered as Phelti snorted, leaning backwards onto their hands. A bright smile now rested on both their faces, Toxiin much more relaxed than before. A bout of silence - asides their small fits of giggles - fell over them.

"So.." Phelti finally recovered, wiping at one of their eyes under their bang of hair. "Feel better now?" Toxiin let out a small hum as he slumped into his beanbag. "YE-A-H. I- DO-." He smiled, a lax expression befalling him. He patted the spot next to him on the beanbag and Phelti clampered besides him, immediantly wrapping one arm around Toxiins shoulder and drapping their legs across his as they got settled. "Wanna ?lai twenti word storiyes?" "I-SS I-T JU-SST GO-I-NG TO- BE- PA-I-LI-NG SSTO-RI-E-SS A-FTE-R A- WHI-LE-?" "?robably." "THE-N FU-CK YE-SS."

#hello hi i was angry so i wrote about them #toxiin lacert #phelti tryste #crab.rtf #<- writing tag #also didnt use pheltis @ quirk because i was scared id accidentally @ someone #under the sand #vent stories u kno #ok 2 rb tho

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xllxxrbxg · 3 years

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so ayon nga hehe

so ayon nga mga marecakes hehe narrate ko na lang nangyari today.

so i was like chilling today right im all set for school because i did my homeworks naman days before it was needed so i was like, "aight lets get this shit today". tapos karlo message me he wanted cuddles eh i was like hMMM... we just made out the other day eh and its like tuesday palang today !! i told him nalang na make it happen, not rlly thinking he would make it happen. but this mf took it as a challenge and actually made it happen.

before all that tho i was badtrip because ha made a very uncalled for rape joke and it fucked me up in the head, plus the fact na im being taken to someplace unfamiliar. i was very tensed the whole ride there. anw he didnt get the hint na it was THAT awful to me, but its aight we resolvedt it already. i'll keep a tab on this tho. for me that was a red flag.

anyways we made out in this tambayan place their family owns. basically it has a large parking lot and across that space was this little studio type housie house. the place had a large ass gate, wasnt really paying attention to what he was saying about the place because i was still tensed with the bad joke he made. anyways we went in and it was a very nice place. outside the house, it wasnt that obvious, but when you go in, it legit looked like one of those sala sets in malls with the note "thank you for not sitting" typa shit. so yeah it was nice it had same vibes with vista mall maybe because of the ceiling yellow scattered lights and of the fresh ass furniture and the whole place itself. it was a pretty decent size, not too big not too small for at least two people to share in the long run. it also had this aircon i always wanted the expensive ones u see in 5 stars. anyways it was quickly cold. there was also the bathroom that had a shower, then theres this chair where you pull a button and a foot rest will pop up lmfao. there were also two other sofa charis by the window. the window was the type then you push back up, not much windows tbh. but thats aight and reasonable since it has an aircon. i was tensed at first when the room was opened. it was obviously recently used idk maybe by his relative. WAS TENSED BRO same feeling when you enter an empty room newly unlocked by your teacher. THAT. that typa anxiety. anyways eventually joined him to sit by the small bed. was pretty much good for one big ass person to comfortably lie on, but fitted both of us nicely. didn't really bottom at that sesh so i don't really remember if the bed was uratex when weight is applied on me but it probably is AHSHDHASHDHSAHDSAHAH ok mej funny yun goiz liek- HAHA ok serious na nga hmpz. we cuddled first before doing nasty stuff. it was nice. i'd exchange all those laplapan just to wholesomely cuddle in peace and probably have a great nap together. i like the feeling the warm feeling. it was nice. yes. anyways,, yeah it was nice. cant stop talking about how nice it was because it was nice. heck... it was so nice. it was so heart heart. idc about my coochie getting rubbed, CUDDLE ME BITCH. anyways we started kissing and the rest is historyYYYYYY. jk. basically the make out routine starts with cuddling then kissing then he touches me until it reacher the forbidden softie softie, main bec he likes hearing my sexy ass moan. even before in tinder when i vm my boytoys for the first time the first thing they say my voice is smexy. cant blame them i agree. even when im alone and i randomly fake moan gat dam bro i get turned on too LMFAO. so yeah i moaned bec it was music to his ears and turned him on big time. was ngl kinda steamy when we breathe in each others mouth thats one of my favorite parts of it and also when i suck on his tongue. or also when i moan into his mouth. yep. also when he cusses it means im doing a great job. hehe. nice stuff ryt there. we pause sometimes to rest, then go aead again. i got many rounds that day. we did same stuff on the bed several times. then he pulled me so i'd be on top. im such a great top bro he aint know hoe to topppp. then was cuddling on top of him and then accidentally (wink wink) grinded on his rock solid stuff. he was turned on sabi nya shit anuyon sabi ka ah ayaw mo ok BUT THEN he was like gusto ko. tnagina pabebe yarn. anw i started kissing then grinding and he was cussing bec im so good at it. later my pants were off and later his shorts too. so we were underwear-away from grinding on directly. was nice got me tiredt. THEN HAHAH i saw this 5 peso coin by the bed and i was like eto yung token sa rides AHSDHASHDASHDHA WOF YAN TEH? tangina tawang tawa sya gago ang funny ko tlg san ka makakakuha ng kallapan na funny. tas nilagay ko sa gilid nya singko started grinding again. bet u he was grinding too. AND IT WAS SO HARD IT LOWKEY HURT TO GRIND ON. GEEZAS. so basically the whole bed was shaking. and i did my deed as a good girl to keep the music on (aka moaning) because there was no music. felt like

asmr. boring af. unlike when we make out sa car, theres always music. i like making out on the white chev instead of the fortuner BECAUSE THE FORTUNERS WINDOWS AIN TINTED what in the world was i thinking making out inside an untinted car INSIDE A PARK WHERE THERE ARE LOTSA PPL PASSING BY. anyways back to the bed, we paused, cuddled. then i was badtrip again for some reason so i got up to get dressed but we eventually made out again on the sofa hehe. legs spread again bec he liked touching there so i let him. then eventually was begging me to allow him to eat me out but i was like BROOOO NOOOO you gon taste it and it be not groomed yet in anyway but he was alr there begging looool he looked so adorbs but NOOO. i asked wala ka man benefit jan, sabi nya ikaw meron. tas sabi ko why do u wanna do it, he said he wasnted to satify me liek HNGGGGGG ok i would let you but it really not be groomed oakay NEXT TIME for sure. AND HECK the lights were on. it was daylight and the lights were on like hasdhahsdhashdas it feels liek im being eaten out at the home decor station at vista mall U GUYZ. anyways ayon. after non i think he tried carrying me for some reason. and i knew he found me heavy lols. but yeah i was a cute little moment he carried me around the room pretending its a mall and he's touring me and shit, "to your left, is the sala set, to your right is the flat screen tv..." things like that HAHAHA funny cute moment. anw later on we found ourselves sitting on the little bed again i was on top of him. he didnt want to lay down bec he alrady made the bed lol so we started grinding again sitting, me on top doing my best !! giving my all !! bec he also had a finger down there as i grinded on his stuff so it basically felt like a direct grind lols. anyways was nice. then later on we made out standing up. was kinda hard because he was 7 inches taller. OH AKALA NYO TITE SIZE YUNG 7 INCHES NOH. hinde. so ayon we were making out and he was shy to ask for a deep throat HAHSDHAHDHAS HECK NAW BITCH U TOLD ME A RAPE JOKE. so this is the part where i get revenge. he was standing there, and i was teasing him. was acting clueless, but he hinted he wanted his belt off so i took it off. was honestly confused with the belt. lol. anw i got to remove it and said, so ano next? playfully hhehhehehe. anyways ayon nga eventually me teased him everrr soooo slowly his dick went from solid-jelly-solid-jelly. LMFAO omfg will i cause him illness? omg. anwwww ayon. later on i removed his shorts as he asked. then i stepped aaway from him across the room because he was doing the shy type hands while hsis shorts was by his foot. and i LOL'd at him for a good few minutes just clapping my hands out of entertainment HAHSDHAHSDAS. then he asked me to put my hands inside, did it slowly and i told him to smile ka nga muna. AND HA THE MF WAS SHAKING. LOL. my fucking powerrrrrrr. anyways later on i was teasing out the underwear, then later i got my hands in again and then touchedt the dick *YAY* finally we got there!! anw it was only for a few secs and i told him its over HAHAHA. then i put his shorts back up again, but subtly teasing that i would suck. bec the shorts were by his ankles so i had to kneel. did i suck? no. did i make sure he thought i was? YES BITCH. and then he lay down fretting because i didnt suck his dick and then while was laying down i opened his shorts again to pretend that his dick was a computer mouse and told him "lets play solitaire, o kaya counterstrike or maybe purble place. gawa ng cake hehe" lmfao mfer be cry laughing because he dont know what to do bec he was teased. so ayon we ended that way and i thought he was bad trip bec of what i did. but he assured me na di naman like dapat lang duh. anyways ayon hehe.

uwi na kami after nakauwi ako 1. andon kami 10. hehe. hinatid nya man me pauwi. tho yung byahe pauwi di pa kami nakakalayo sa place he pulled over so i was confused bec there were no big vehicles incoming but to my surpris he started kissimg me again lol bro deins ka ba nasasawa. anw yon. was nice naman. making out with a guy from a rich fam is nice bec yall dont need to pay to rent in motels lol but still has pressure, bec if we end on a bad note, i swear most of the blgs here are engineered by his relatives. thats how prominent they are. the place we went to is owned by his uncle, who works at legazpi rn thats why the place was vacant. theyre making a mall i think idk. so thats why his uncle is making another like that na place dun. so he has somewhere to stay. like what in the wealth... its crazy how people have money. and for sure even if the place we stayed in was small, it costs millions fr. anyways ayun yung promised detailed chika ko. hehe ciao. mej pokpok nga me pero look at me suffering the consequences, may sipon na ako aside sa ubo because he had mild sipon. now my sipon is malala compared to his, and he alr is recoveredt tangina unfair. but yesterday he insisted to see me to drop off some meds and he hugeed me and cried. because i asked for a time out the night before. bec i was having a hard time. he allowed it but over thinkedt it so yeah he cried while hugging me tight in the car. and kept on saying sorry mainly bec of the sipon thing. but it was, i felt, directed to the other stuff he had disappointed me with. anyways before that sabi nya ok lang ba sayo mag punta munang emall may bibilhin lang, sabi ko naur im sick. it was bec he wanted to buy me gummy worms lol. cute. u shoulda bought them before going to me, mofo. jk. loveee u penggg.

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la-luna-es-hermosa · 4 years

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Home Pool (Kai x Reader)

※ Idol!AU || Fan!Reader

※ One-shot || Genre: Smut || Romance

※ Pairing(s): Kim Jongin x Reader

※ Summary: Jongin gave her a black bikini to wear and as she wore it, it was just the beginning of his exploration.- For all the wrong reason

※ Word Count: 3558

※ Warnings: Sexual Content, Pool Sex

※ Main Masterlist || Commissions

(Full Name) walked to Jongin's (her old room) room. Where he's currently staying at. "Jongin, please wake up!" (Name) told him, knocking on the wooden door. "Oh, I remember! We are going to swim there, right?" Jongin opened the door for her to enter. His eyes drifted downstairs. He was shirtless. Her eyes went wild as she saw him just in underwear. His boxer was black and damn! He is so damn sexy!

Jongin closed the door. "Like the view?" He smirked at her. "Yes," She laughed at him. Her face went red when she spoke those words. He turned off the AC and opened the fan. He laughed back. Then, he went to the bathroom and did his business. After going to the bathroom, he walked back to her, who was sitting on her study desk.

"Also, (Name), here." He handed out a bag. "Oh, you don't have to!" She exclaimed as she received the gift. "Wear that for today, (Name). Your parents don't know I’m your boyfriend, right?" He smirked at her. She knows what he wants when he does that smile. He wants her parents to know that they are in a relationship. - They didn't do the do yet either, keeping everything a secret. But (Name) said she was ready to give herself to Jongin last night.

Let's go back to what they talked about last night. - Indeed they are secret lovers. Nobody except them knows they're together. Not even his closest friends and family nor hers as well. None of them want anyone to know. - For everyone's safety.

"(Name), you love me, right?" Jongin asked her while stroking her silky (hair color) hair. "Yes," she answered him. "Then, Are you willing to give yourself? I know you're a virgin" He asked her while stroking her back, wrapping his arms around her. "Yes." She swallowed her saliva thickly. - She felt anxious because she never had sex or anything of that caliber. She wants to experience it but, she thinks she's too young for that. Although she's already 18 turning 19 and he's 29.

Okay, let's now go back where we left the two. (Name) grabbed the paper bag from him, "Prepare yourself." Jongin ordered her. "I'm excited." She smirked as she spoke to Jongin one last time before leaving the room. When she finally closed the door and went to the place where she sleeps right now (her parents' bedroom), she decided to open the bag. She was shocked by what he gave to her. The contents of the bag were a two-piece plain black bikini. She blushed when she saw it. It was quite revealing. How the fuck do I pull this off? She asked herself.

When she puts it on, she saw how it reveals her chest. It was a classic bikini, but she isn't used to wearing these kinds of things. She had always been wearing rash guards every time they swim. But she breathed heavily as she puts the swimsuit on with a robe. I don't know how to fucking explain this to my parents! - She muttered under her breath.

"You want daddy to make you feel good?" Jongin asked the innocent girl underneath him. Touching her buttocks ever so slowly. - Jongin bit his lip lustfully with his lustful thoughts lingering in his mind after she left. He never felt this kind of lust for her. He never thought he'll feel it, but alas, he did.

Damn! She looked too hot on that white shirt I gave her. - He thought to himself yet again. Imagining things again. Isn't he? Then, he wore a simple bear shirt and plain black shorts underneath his trunks as he went downstairs. - Down the grand staircase of (Name)'s family.

She's rich. - Like she has a swimming pool in her house. He also heard that her family owns hectares of land across the region. Plus, she lives in a big ass house and heck! They even have a piece of another land in the same village! Her parents really got it on in life. They really found success. They even own separate businesses to add to all of that.

He was finally down from the stairs. His eyes were in awe as he saw fried rice on the table as well as hotdogs and eggs with onions and tomatoes. - He knows (Name) is really fond of hotdogs and eggs. - But, seriously, everything on (Name)'s mouth is delicious, including and probably, his cock. Her taste buds feel like they always had MSG on. He smelled it and it made him more hungry than he is.

"Sit here." (Name)'s dad said with a smile as he taps a chair beside (Older sister's name), (Name)'s older sister. "Thanks. Mr. (Surname)" Jongin thanked him and sat. The plate is already prepared. "Let's eat!" Her mom told him as (Older sister's name) came in and sat on her chair. The rest of the family, including the maid, was dressed.

Then, the six people in the house started eating with light chatter. Their maid was particularly quieter than before. "Bute na lang nagsasalita ng ingles si Jongin." (Trans: It's good that Jongin knows how to speak English.) (Name) smiled as her mother commented on her lover's skills in the English language. (Name) nodded "How would we be so close if either of us don't know how to speak English?" She replied as she puts fried rice on Jongin's plate. "That's okay." The male guest spoke as she puts enough rice on his plate. She stopped putting rice on his plate. Then, he puts eggs on his plate.

"What is the Tagalog for taste and delicious?" He asked her. "Masarap, Tikman, or lasa. It depends on your context. Masarap means both delicious as well as pleasurable. Tikman means to taste and lasa is just the taste of something." (Trans: Delicious) (Name) answered him with a concise explanation and smiled innocently to him. Jongin started eating again. He thought of something again. '(Name). Masarap tikman.' (Delicious to taste) He smirked to himself again. The family finished their food. They all, including Jongin stood up. "(Name), come on!" Jongin removed his shirt showing his very sexy body in front of her family. With beautifully sculpted abs. Next to him was, (Name) who was wearing a robe on top of the black bikini.

"Mag Swimming lang kayo muna ha? Aalis muna kami ah… (Name), lalaki kasama mo. Remember that." (Just swim okay? We're just gonna go out… (Name) remember that you are with a guy) Her mom walked away as she left alone with Jongin.

'Bat parati nalang iniisipan kami ng nanay o tatay ko ng masama? Pero I mean I’m going to do that... (Why is it always that they have to think about something dirty? But I mean, I'm going to do that…) She thought and sighed.

Her parents disappeared and finally, they can be alone. He was the first one to enter the pool. Then, (Name) proceeded, the cold water sending shivers to her. Turning on the fountain for the two of them. She removed her robe to show Jongin the bathing suit he just gave her. It hugged her figure perfectly. It looks stunning on her. The simplicity of it makes it even more beautiful. The bikini looks so good. The underwear was like almost a thong and really gives a lot of views to admire for Jongin today.

"Just as I thought, it really suits you." He thought as he smirks at her. Observing her figure, her cola-shaped body, her full breasts. It was really perfect, she has a bit of fat but was okay with it. Jongin really likes her when she's soaking wet in the pool. It looked really hot.

For a while, they started playing in the water. The pool isn't big but gave enough space for them to play around. Splashes of water goes everywhere. A couple of laughter here and there. "I'm getting a bit hungry." (Name) got out of the water and frowned a bit. She decided to go to the grill and grill the barbeque already prepared.

While facing the wall, while preparing the grill for the barbeque, he started lightly touching her thighs. He is obviously up into something. "Sit here." Jongin went to the chair near them, said and tapped his lap.

"But I’m doing something." She said to him. "Baby... Come on..." He said gently as he lifted her legs and got a towel on her, with his pillowy bottom lip, he pouted. Of course, she can't resist Kim Jongin's charm. He is too handsome for his own good.

She left the barbecue and went to his lap. "Baby what do you want?" She asked him, touching his shoulders. She felt shivers in her spine as he went under her underwear. Getting his hands on it, touching her clothed clit. "Fuck... please..." She moaned quietly. It was giving her arousal. The pleasure was so good, if she touched herself, it's not as good as this one. Even though it's just a rub to her clit, it's still so good.

Jongin suddenly puts his fingers away from her warmth, towards the waistband of her underwear, taking it off from her. Showing her ass in front of him. She was lying on the table. With her ass in the open, Jongin's smirk grew larger, the tent on his pants got harder if that was ever possible.

His hands already touched her ass. "Two little cheeks. Cute." He said as his rub sent shivers down her spine. She was immediately dropped on the table. His lips started kissing her ever so gently. His lips were soft. And, he is incredibly experienced with these kinds of things.

His puts his fingers to her mouth, coating it with her saliva. He managed to put it in her wet slit. It was tight, and getting a bit wet. His moves were careful. One finger was moving gently. "Fuck, you really are tight." He smirked as he used his non-dominant hand and cupped her ass as he squeezed it. Then, he added more fingers, thrust faster, and earned more salacious moans from her.

"Fuck I'm gonna come… Please" She moaned. - Good things have to end, as she was entering her climax, holding onto Jongin's shoulders tightly, he withdraws his fingers. His fingers were coated with juices from her slick sex. He tasted it.

He bit his lips and spoke, "(Name), please sit on the table." He smirked at himself as he watched the girl sit on the wooden table at their veranda. Then, using his skillful hands, he removed her bra with just one finger. He kept himself busy as he swirls his tongue around her hardened nipples, interchangeably with his right dominant hand.

At that moment, Jongin was glad that she did not do anything to the barbecue. It was still not cooking. The grill hasn't been prepared yet. 'Cause if it was, it's going to burn and smell like shit. Jongin doesn't want to explain to (Name)'s parents why the barbecue was burned or something.

"I like your breasts," Jongin spoke in the middle of licking and massaging her nipples. She was moaning already. He hasn't even started. This was a world she never explored. "Ahh… ahh… thank you… I guess…" She moaned and nodded. When he was done, his attention drove him to her stretch marks. "I'm sorry I'm not as perfect as you are." She muttered under her breath as he started kissing those unwanted marks. "No, you're perfect as you are." He smiled at her as he continued kissing it. He started touching her beautiful body.

Then he suddenly stopped. She frowned just a bit. - Jongin touching her buttocks and kissing her give her lots of goosebumps. She stood up and faced him again. Out of impatience, he removed his black swimming trunks, springing his cock free. It wasn't exactly huge, but it was quite the size. She gasped as it was standing hard in front of her.

She got off the table and aligned her mouth to his fat cock, kneeling to the painful stones, but it seems like she gave no fucks and just kneeled on it, it was painful, but she didn't mind, giving him a good suck is the priority. "This is my first time doing this. If I bit you, I didn't mean to." She worriedly spoke, with a crooked smile on her face. He plainly smiled at her worries. "You're so concerned. I like that." He patted her thick black wavy hair. His innocent smile turned into something else.

She opened her mouth as big as possible, then she started sucking his cock, entering it to her mouth in and out, hollowing her cheeks, Jongin stroked her face gently as she continued. "Pretty good for a beginner." He smirked as she continued sucking his cock. The choking sounds turn him on a little. Suddenly, she started fondling his balls. Getting him to moan louder than he used to. "Choke on my cock" He spoke as he buried her deeper into his cock. Low groans can be heard from Jongin, laced with profanities.

"Ok, that's enough..." He pulled her mouth out of his cock. "How was it?" He asked her with a smirk on his face. "Good." She spoke innocently as she nodded. "Sit up again." He ordered. She immediately followed his orders and sat on the table. He kneeled just like she did before when she was giving him a blowjob. He sticks out his tongue as he buries his face in her pussy. It had sparse pubic hair on it, and wasn't exactly a problem since it was neatly trimmed.

She moaned loudly as he flicked his tongue and using his thumb, touched her clit in a circular motion with his wet muscle. - She threw her head and gripped on the table. She was experiencing too much pleasure. "Fuck, keep going!" She moaned as his licking got faster, he was sucking on her pussy like he was drinking some kind of sacred juice. He was good at eating out, extremely good.

"I'm going to cum!" She moaned, this time, Jongin did not even try to stop her. She just came. Then, he licked the remaining juice off her pussy. When he lifted his head up, he licked his lips sexily, giving her more arousal. "Is that good?" He smirked at her as he stood up again. "Yes." She nodded as she smiled. - There's still a hint of innocence in her. "Get into a doggy like position. Lay on the table." He ordered her. She was quick to follow as she stood up from the table and laid her upper body at the table and put her two arms together. - Forming some kind of chain.

He drifted away from her, getting two things from nearby. - A condom and a bottle of lube. He opens the condom and puts it in his cock, then he rubs a bit of lube, for assistance and safety. - She's a woman of the future, he doesn't want her to have kids in a part of her life that she's only getting ready for that ugh… adult life.

After that, he proceeded as he aligned his cock on her well-prepared pussy. She moaned as he stroked it slowly on her, it was teasing her as she impatiently waited for it to be on her tight little pussy. "Fuck... Please… Do it already!" She complained as his teasing wouldn't stop. Jongin smirked with her squirms of pleasure. She pouted as he just wouldn't put it in already.

"Ah… Fuck!" She moaned as he entered his hard cock on her with no warning at all. He pressed one of his hands onto her back as he fucked her with no empathy. Her eyes opened far wide in shock. - He just fucking slammed it up in her tight little hole. There were cries of both pain and pleasure from her. It was weird. - indescribable. Then he puts his mouth on her neck and collarbone as he sucked it, giving her hickeys.

With a few ins and outs, (Name) adjusted to his length. It was an almost-doggy style fuck. It was good though. With her moans, comes his profanities. "Fuck, so tight! Ah..." Jongin expressed as her started to fuck her. "빨리! 빨리! Jongin please make it faster!" She moaned. He was quick to follow her instructions, thrusting faster into her. His right hand drifted and went to her clit. While the other one is holding tightly onto (Name)'s arms.

He quickened his pace, his cock pushing in and out. Her moans are like music to his ears. - It was low and seductive. He never really thought he'd like someone like her. She isn't skinny, but she's everything he likes to a woman. "(Name)... Fuck... Your pussy is so tight..." He moaned, it was low and was obviously unheard from the loud moans she elicits.

"Please! Jongin... Fuck I’m going to come!" She moaned as she licked her lips. "Then come, I’m going to last pretty long… I'm not punishing you…" He smirked as she finally let out all her cum. - No holding back. Then, Jongin got his cock out and made her stand again. The condom was coated with her fluids.

"Why did you pull out?" She asked him. "I pulled out because I want to change position." He replied to her. Then, he went away and changed position, the position this time was lifting her legs up, putting it in his shoulders. She sat on the table as Jongin started moving again. "Fuck…" He moaned lowly. The pace has a rhythm as he slowly starts moving faster, building up the pace.

"Fuck… your cock is so deep into me!" She moaned as he continued his pace. He started to aggressively kiss her. His lips were violently attacking hers. His cock entering continues as he slammed it faster, skin slapping skin, it gave such a lewd noise, that it's turning both of them on again. Jongin can't control himself from fucking this girl in the oblivion. He thrust hard, like really hard, "JONGIN!! FUCK!" She screamed as loud as possible. He also massages her boobs, squeezing it, making it jiggle a bit. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck… oh my God… it felt so good!" She moaned more as the lewd noises grew more as he raised her legs and made her hickeys bigger than they are.

When he stopped planting hickeys on her, she moaned again, her hands drifted to her neglected clit. Jongin stopped (Name), replacing it with his own dominant hand, he started playing with her clit as he thrusts, "Ah… Jongin… please… make me come all over your cock!" She moaned, begging him. "Fuck… (Name)..." He muttered under his breath. Her moans were perfect, the way she says Jongin is just music to his ears

Then, he started hitting her g-spot. Her moans were louder as she threw her head in the opposite direction, obviously, she's in the throes of pleasure. "There… oh my God, there!" She moaned as she held onto his strong arms. He was just penetrating it harder into her. The position they did was nice as his cock goes deeper in her for sure. He continued his rhythm as he furrowed his eyebrows.

Then lost control to his pace… "Baby, I'm gonna come again…" (Name) moaned yet again, her eyebrows innocently raised near each other in both pleasure and worry. "Do it, I'm gonna come too." He spoke in between thrusts. It was erratic, getting slower. Suddenly he came already, "Fuck… That was so good." He moaned as he pulled out the condom and threw it to the trash.

"That's just the beginning, let's come inside. Let’s continue" Jongin spoke as he carried her bridal style to the bedroom. - She was extremely breathless, her arms are wrapped around his neck, trying to catch her breath. Jongin's fucking was so good, it was unexplainable, the way he hits her g-spot, his overall performance was just amazing. Jongin's cock was still hard, but he's willing to wait for tonight. "I love you." She said as they were going to his room, and he kissed her lips shortly.

They were lucky enough that (Name)'s family arrived just a few minutes after they went upstairs. Or else something would happen. She still is horny but for now, she has to wait until tonight for Jongin to touch her again and give her another good, gold medal fuck or something.

Opening the wooden door, the couple came in. "Let's change into something else." (Name) spoke as she wore new clothes, she saw her parents come into the house again. Jongin as well. It was an easy job as she wore a simple white shirt and shorts combination. "Let's just continue that somewhere else," Jongin smirked as he kissed her lips briefly. It's still obvious that his cock is standing really hard.

"Sinasabi ko na nga eh... May nangyari..." (Just as I thought, there is something that happened.) (Name)'s mom muttered as she saw a wet bikini and trunks. There was also a bit of quite watery fluid. It smelled like pussy. - Not in a bad way per se, but they have to do some explanation to her mom.

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Yes, even if it scares me. (Also, Fuyumi and Hana are valid)

They are mega valid I love them

Here, you can have Oboro's death bits. Content warning for death and blood and gore, this takes place after the Kurogiri one:

Shouta ran and ran to where he had seen the light come from, no heed to Tamaki's claws digging into his shirt as he tried to hang on. It must have been the Belt, right? They must have won, right? No time to curse himself for being held back by Toga, he still needed to check them over.

Stars only knew that they wouldn't do it themselves, anyone in that family.

He slows as he passes a crowd of people walking away, back towards to main entrance to the castle, until he sees the tall form of Mirai just beyond.

"What happened?" He demands before he gets there, before he gets close enough to see the huddle past him. Mirai just turns to walk beside him.

The huddle- it's the Royal Family. Toshinori clings to Izuku and they both sob openly. Mirio has his arms wrapped around them both, and Nana strokes her son's hair. They're all alright. They're all alive.

He sees the bodies next. The guard, nearest to him. Impaled on his own or another guard's sword.

And just beyond, another body on Izuku's.

His breath catches. The greyish tinged man from Rithmere, the one Tomura had called Kurogiri. The one Shouta had recognized- Oboro.

"This guard sacrificed himself to get them the Diamond." Mirai murmers. "While Kurogiri did that to try and kill Izuku. They almost didn't catch him, but... I sent the people away, with Young Lord Shoto- he'll lead then to the prisons, get David and Inko and the others out."

"Good." Shouta feels numb, passing Kurogiri. There's something strange, wrong, running out of his ears. He's still breathing, but- "Izuku." He calls, looking at his charge- well. His former charge, now.

Izuku looks up, gives him a watery smile. "Shouta!"

He nods to him, lips flickering in some sort of smile for a second. "Kid. You hurt?" He scans over him, the others, as he feels Tamaki's little claws stop digging into his shirt, the creature leaping down to run through the grass. Shouta doesn't see any growing blood stains on clothing, so no one's bleeding, at least. Izuku winces though, when he turns too much, bruises showing under his sleeve as his arm moves. Still got a little injured, then. Toshinori looks- well, still thin, but beyond the tears, his eyes look less sunken, less tired. His curse broken, they just need to start getting food in him now that itll actually let him build up muscle, strength again.

He stands, the boys helping each other up, Nana pushing herself up too after a moment. "You wouldn't happen to have a kerchef, would you?" Toshinori jokes as he loops his arms over his sons, starts bringing them forward, wiping his eyes with a hand.

"Do I look like a handmaid?" Shouta asks, shaking his head. The royals smile, moving on to meet with Mirai. Shouta follows them with his eyes for a moment, then glances again to Kurogiri.

"You knew that one?" Nana asks, voice soft. She remembers some guards- not all of them, but the happy ones were distinct. the ones that were sent away, less so. the only one to come back 'sucessful' certainly was.

Shouta nods, just slightly. "His name was Oboro."

"I'm sorry." Nana means it.

"It was hardly your doing." Shouta sighs, closing his eyes. "Go on, your family. I'm sure Inko will want to see you, and the others."

He waits to hear a few footsteps before opening his eyes, before kneeling on the grass carefully- over Kurogiri, over Oboro. He isn't sure what to make of the mess by his ears. He isn't sure his friend's body even has human blood in his veins, anymore.

He closes his eyes- the other's were yellow now, wrong- and even though this was also not his doing, murmurs a soft apology.

"Ng. I'm the one who's sorry." Kur- no, it's not Kurogiri's voice. It's not what he remembers of Oboro either, but.. he knows it's him.

"Do you remember?" Shouta asks, so softly. He can't remove the blade, it would just make things worse.

"Never forgot. Worm was Kurogiri." So soft, so pained. "You did it, Sho. Found Toshinori, helped him to the throne."

"Yeah. His son is good too." Shouta takes one greyed hand in his, thumb rubbing over the back of it. "He reminds me of you sometimes, a lot."

"Is it the- fluffy hair?"

Shouta's laugh barks out, unexpected even from him as he grips the hand tighter. Really was him, then.

"Never thought I'd hear that again." Oboro remarks, trying not to move too much. "But he always seemed more like you. Stubborn, fearless, smart..."

"You mean reckless. Absolutely the kind to try and keep an illicit pet cat in the barracks."

"You helped." Oboro points out. "And you would have done it anyway if i hadn't. Thats what you do: take in strays."

"I guess you're right."

Shouta pauses, his eyes taking in the changes and once again seeing the goop running down Oboro's head. "What is that?"

"Was that," Oboro corrects. "The first worm, first success. The Belt killed it, killed Kurogiri." A pause, a deep, shuddering breath. "Need to warn them. The Shadowlord's working on more, wants to control people."

"You're not moving," Shouta sets his free hand on Oboro's shoulder. "We brought healers, from Tora. You're going to live."

"You got better at lying." Oboro huffs. "Or maybe i just can't see your blush and fidget giving you away right now."

"Oboro-"

"You have to listen. warn them. so many, hundreds, thousands, in the shadowlands. if it works, thousands of kurogiris invade. you have to stop them." He coughs, chokes bloody.

"I will. I'll tell them, right after youre healed, right after you-" he stops, unable to continue. He knows he wont be, they wont be fast enough. The Belt probably wouldn't even heal him now, and the last of the Lillies are long gone, now.

"Worth it." Oboro muddles. "Used to wish i'd failed-" He coughs again, shudders. "died. But now, and i warned you. worth it."

"Oboro," There's a quiver, a tightness that he hates. One grey hand rises, cups his face.

"It's all right, Shouta." Footsteps, traveling boots rustling grass. Yellow eyes look over Shouta's shoulder, and Oboro stiffens. "Your highness." His eyes downcast, the man tries to bow.

"Oboro!" Shouta steadies him, does his best to keep the sword from causing more damage.

Izuku shuffles, unsure, as he glances between the two. "Please, don't strain yourself." Shouta gets the other settled on his knees, Oboro no longer heaving with effort. "Shouta talked about you, Oboro of Del. He spoke highly..."

Another bloody cough, broad shoulders shaking despite Shouta's attempts. Izuku moved forward, determined to help. "I'm sorry, your highness. His control was too much, I endangered you so many times."

"No." Izuku's voice is firm enough for Oboro to look up into his face. Izuku wipes the blood away with the edge of his cloak. "It's not your fault. We've seen so many cursed, so many lives ruined by the Shadowlord."

"You broke so many curses too." the man says, rasps. "Before he knew what was going on. Infuriated him." He coughs a laugh at that, shakes. "Now you just have to keep him from cursing more people. Told Sho'."

Izuku nods. "I will. I promise."

"Be kind, if you can-" He coughs, again, not from a laugh this time. "Jin, Hana, Tomura. No place, right now, for them." Easy targets. Especially Tomura. the second child of a second child, who wasn't supposed to be, who had no one to be if he wasn't AfO's, who was alone.

"I'll do my best." Izuku promises again.

"Thank you. you'll be a good king too then." He coughs, the prince wiping the blood again quickly, gently. "You'll stop him." He says it like he can see it clearly, he says it with a smile.

He doesn't say anything else.

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