Notes: Simbang Gabi/Misa de Gallo szn so,,, KAJHDKCADHJ I already posted this in twitter +++ i forgot i have a tumblr lmfao AHAHASHDASKJHD--OH! Also! Reader is non-religious but attended a series of masses in church (iirc it’s possible to do that !! ) with onion =) !!!
Short (silly) Summary: You attend same Uni with onion and maybe share some classes, that's why the two of you gradually grew close to the point wherein you can easily joke around with him and see past his prim and proper mask! You've always been kinda impulsive though, and he's the one usually keeping you in check. Which is why he was surprised when you suddenly broke the news that you wanted to attend simbang gabi masses (since you've already had a talk about religion and beliefs). Now, in these 9 nights leading up to Christmas, can we expect something to bloom? Find out now in this oneshot by enyan
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The jeepney ride pulls you into some sort of reverie, abruptly disrupted when a yawn leaves your mouth. It stops, as a passenger leaves, before continuing on—stopping once more for either another leaving passenger or a new one. Leaning slightly towards the other’s body, just to sneakily take a quick nap, you hoped oh so dearly that he wouldn’t notice. Or if he did, he wouldn’t mind, which would be impossible. Eyelids growing heavier, you leaned your weight against him. You’ll just apologise later…the finals season simply took a toll on your body.
!
You felt a light tap on your shoulder. The sudden contact made you soundlessly jolt up, as you warily looked into the other’s face. Ah…just like usual, he doesn’t seem mad. Concerned purples met your eyes, “We’re near the church. Wake up.”
Sending a genuine thanks, you simply hummed to yourself. With the jeepney gradually getting more and more vacant, the streets turn more and more familiar. “We really are near…” all slowly dissipating into the certain peace that the atmosphere in between gets; a comforting silence, you might say. It was still a miracle how you managed to befriend someone like him, a soft smile formed on your face. “Why are you smiling?”
“I was just thinking how lucky I am,” he raised a brow, confused. “To be friends with you.”
He paused, a slight tinge of panic or embarrassment becoming visible on his face. “I…I see.”
“You don’t have to say anything back, you know?” you said, cracking a smile on your face. Gaze turning to the side to look if it would be suitable to get off now. The tinge of recognition makes your eyes go slightly wide, and while you are about to go—”Para po.” Ah, he beat you to it. You imaginarily shook your head at this loss of the non-existent rivalry you had with him. Feeling the jeepney slowly lose its momentum and heading into a halt, he rose out of his seat and went on first as he held out his hand for you to hold. “Thankie!”
Holding his hand as the two of you got off, you lightly stretched your limbs. The contrast of the warmth of bustling people and the nightly air, making everything just seem just right. “Oh!” A gasp left your mouth, gingerly removing your hold onto his hand. The two of you slowly made your way into the church, slightly taking in the artsy architectural history it has, voice gradually growing softer as to pay respects to others who were praying ahead, “I’ve never actually attended these.”
“These?” he paused a bit, staring at the church the two of you were heading into before looking back at you directly, continuing on. “Misa de Gallo?”
“Yeah!”
“I haven’t done so too, in years.”
You looked at him, curious as he slightly resigned to his fate and continued on. “I try to still be a devout follower, attending masses as much as I can, but…”
“Uni stuff?” He nodded at your statement, as you gave a pitying look with a couple of comforting pats on his back. He…didn’t seem to protest. “I’m sure your God will understand.”
“For me…well, I’m not really religious—as I’ve already told you before.”
“That is why I was wondering if you lost your mind when you suggested this.” He cut-in, making you laugh. You quickly lightheartedly interjected back, “It was out of impulse! I swear!”
“But yeah, I just thought it would be nice. I heard bibingka tastes good.”
“Well,” he starts off, choosing the perfect pew that isn’t directly near the front. Just right, while you nonchalantly trailed after him. Sometimes, you tend to forget he is actually fairly tall. Stopping, he lets you sit first before shortly following. “It has a perk.” A playful smirk became visible on his face, making you more and more curious. You’ve never heard of a perk in attending this mass. “If you completely attend the masses,” you nodded, as he continued on, “On the very last day, you can ask for a wish. And it will come true.”
“Have you tried? Wishing?”
“It…somehow works. Comes true.” You felt like you shouldn’t dive deep about that topic, especially with that distant stare he has straight on ahead. “Well, I’d wish I would pass this sem.”
“...really.” He stared at you as if you’ve grown two heads, “just how tough is the sem for you.”
“Very,” you said, all determined. Making him stare once more before looking away, “I’m sure you would pass. I see how much you work hard.”
“But not as much as you,” you huffed, before melting back into your earlier easy attitude. “It depends if I finish it.”
“The misa de gallo?”
“Yes.” you stared towards the entrance from your seat, people wearing costumes catching your eye. “Well,” he starts off, making you turn to him. “I’ll make sure you do.”
“Boo! What if I get sleepy, what then?”
“You can rest on me.”
You almost thought it was a joke, before seeing how earnest he is being, making you feel…strange. In a positive manner. Somehow. What was this…?
“W…Well…sure. Will do!”
He coughed awkwardly, embarrassment visible on his face, “I’m used to it since I usually bring my siblings along. So that’s that.”
“It’s starting.”
The once well-lit church had some of the lights turned off, as the ceremonies started. Attendees slowly going smaller and smaller, feeling everything go on. A strange process of the ritual slowly unravelled all around, wherein he was not annoyed with you asking what to do next and what was happening. “They are going to reenact some chapters, throughout the nine days of the misa, leading up to the birth of Jesus.”
“So that’s why they are costumed…”
“The actors are mainly church servers, so they are,” he hesitated. “Not good.”
“Hopefully it will be funny,” you said, staring straight ahead. He responded, “I cannot say if they are funny, my siblings fell asleep through it.”
“Well, at least we can critique it?”
“It is less boring than the Father simply showing well made videos from Youtube,” he slightly pointed towards the projector. “They show there.”
You stared ahead, looking at the awkward yet stiff movements of the actors. “I get your siblings now.” Sighing tiredly, you continued on, “Damn, you’re so amazing at being able to stay awake,” you started to subtly lean against him, feeling more and more sleepier. “Does the pillow offer still stand…?”
“Of course, I’ll wake you when standing is needed.”
“Thanky…”
And that was it, all throughout the masses.
A sense of energy flowing inside of you as you recalled the softness of his gaze, as the Ama Namin came on. Hands held up by each other, as you mouthed the words to this prayer based on the words shown through the projector. Slightly perking up as you heard him sing along, you’ve never heard him sing much before! This was the perk of the Simbang Gabi, you thought to yourself jokingly. It was…really nice. You still wouldn’t like to participate much in the religion but spending time with your friend was really, really nice. It felt as if the two of you became closer, with this shared experience.
Laughing as you recalled how patient he was with you, despite his obvious annoyances with you not wanting to go anymore, only to feel bad as you’ve already spent too much time in this endeavour. Leaving the church for the very last time, as the nightly streets near the church became bustling with newly made and heated food, you felt a slight pang of hunger. “Are you hungry?” You start to question if he could read minds, “Yeah…”
“I’ll buy something for us.”
“Can I join?”
“Alright,” the two of you head into the elderly lady selling kakanin, leche flan, kutsinta…oh, is that the bibingka you’ve heard so much about?! “I wanna try the bibingka.”
“...”
“?”
“That was what I was planning to buy for us.” Perhaps, you too, can read minds.
“What a cute couple.” the elderly lady laughed, making you laugh back in embarrassment. “No, nay. We are only friends!”
“Sure, sure.” She smiled knowingly, making you feel confused, while he remained quiet. Asking around the prices, as you set off to buy the kutsinta for your house. He pulled up his wallet and successfully bought the bibingka. Separated into two plastics, so you could easily dig-in without worrying much, you both thanked the elderly lady before heading away. You stared off onto a familiar looking area, “I think they sell drinks here.”
“Warm drinks go well with this.”
“Chocolate? Or Coffee?”
“Coffee,” you set off to buy, blowing raspberries at him as it was your turn to treat him. Even with just these drinks, which cost less than the bibingka. Before gesturing to him to come near where you were, as there were free available seats nearby. Settling into the seat, alongside the table, you mused, “That was an eventful nine days,” before taking a sip of your warm drink. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have continued on.”
“Really?”
“You made it more fun.” You smiled at him, before taking a huge bite. “I got to witness different sides of you, and it was nice.”
“Normally, people would think this would be repulsive.”
“They just have no respect,” you frowned, “I can see that what you have going on helps you in a way. And I respect that.”
“...thank you,” looking away, as he lightly flushed. “I admire you too.”
…?
“C-Cool! We admire each other.”
…
He lightly cursed, becoming more and more embarrassed. Muttering, not the right time yet. As you confusedly stared at him, “It’s nothing.”
“I hope we can go again next year.”
“I give you permission to drag me,” you smiled, earning a small chuckle from the other.
robo robo robo i love onion but I love you,, but I love onion sooooo,,, can we get the "there was only one bed" trope with him please I'm on my knees begging with redbull
GggggrrrraaaauuuuuuGGHGHHHHHHHH FINE! FINE FINE FNEINF IENFINE FINE
BUT WE ALREADY DID THIS WITH XYX SO
LETS PRETEND WE’RE PAST THE DEBATING STAGE OF “OHHH NOOOOO BED IS SINGULAR (ONE) OH WHAT A SHAME”
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“You take it.” You grab your bag and head to the door. It’s a busy Friday night, but you’re sure you can find a room somewhere. It’s a big city — and the last place you want to sleep tonight is in the same bed as your least favorite coworker.
He grabs your hand suddenly and you pause. “No. You take it. I’ll go.”
“You don’t have to baby me—“
“I’m not.” He yanks you back behind him and you stumble back onto the mattress with a groan as he picks up his things.
“You are!!” You flop back, a bit tipsy and a bit ready to start a fight. “CODDLER!!!!! CODDLE MEEEEE CODDLE ME ME ME ALLLLLL THE TIME—“
“Shhh!” He drops his things and jumps on top of you and covers your mouth with his hands. “We have neighbors!! Idiot!!”
You lick his hand and he shouts and leaps back as you laugh.
“Ew!! Nasty!” He wipes his hand with a scowl.
“You’re such a baby,” you giggle as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “I’m healthy.”
“Ugh. That’s not what it’s about.” He finishes wiping and stares at you, prone beneath him.
You grin. “Hm? What’s it about then?”
“Shut up.”
“Still mad?”
His jaw clenches. “Of course I’m mad.”
“Easy—“
He falls on top of you, one arm on each side, and you fall flat on your back again in shock. His face is only inches away from yours, and you can feel the heat of his breath on your cheeks as you both take in each other for a moment, silently.
“Of course. I’m mad.” He says each word deliberately before his gaze flits down to your lips and back to your eyes.
“Hey.” Your voice is a whisper now.
“Hey, what?” He whispers back?
You blink, reach up to hold his neck, and pull his lips to yours.
Xyx pulls your hand to tug you a bit closer to his side. You bump his shoulder and he grins. "There you go. Perfect."
"Perfect?" You glance around, noting that some people are now paying closer attention to you two.
"Don't be shy, love," he smirks as he lifts your hand for a kiss. "You and me are quite eye-catching. Let them look."
You can't disagree. The sides of his head have started to gray, and the fine lines in his face crease into an infuriatingly sexy smile when he looks at you. You can't help but feel a little ridiculous next to him -- why would a man of his status ever want to be seen with you?
As if reading your thoughts, he tugs you even closer until his arm wraps around your shoulders. He kisses your head and laughs against your hair.
"Trust me. You look amazing, doll. Don't be shy."
He squeezes your shoulder comfortingly, and you nod. Okay. Confidence time!
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The boy yanks you a bit further into the alley and shields you from view with his body. Several men run by, yelling, and the boy takes a long drag from his cigarette.
"I had to see you," you whisper.
"Had to? Or wanted to." He flicks the bud and glances back slightly as more shouts echo down the block.
"Had to." You touch his cheek, smearing the blood a bit with your thumb. "Are you alright?"
He snatches your wrist away. "It's not mine."
You swallow and let your arm fall to your side.
The noise finally dies down and the boy's shoulders relax. He rolls them with a grunt. "I'm serious. Don't come back here."
You start to speak but the boy leans in and cuts you off with a soft, lingering kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as you taste him -- smoke and that cheap cherry candy.
He pulls away and tilts your chin up, voice low. "Can you promise me that?"
"B-but-"
"I'll come to you, okay?"
"When?"
He kisses your forehead. "Don't worry, baby. I'm not going to disappear on you."
You nod lamely and he ruffles your head before pulling you back towards the alley entrance. He squeezes your hand and nods.
i like to imagine that clark kent’s search history is mostly normal but then there’s stuff like “improved superman costume concept art” because he wanted ideas
#what would you even do as an artist #if one day superman is just wearing a costume that is clearly your design #like superman was clearly looking at your deviantart #there is a chance that superman saw that art you drew of him kissing batman #why is he wearing the costume you designed #is he trying to send a message #is he saying that he really does smooch batman #did superman see your kryptosona #how much does he know
someone said they wanted to be able to reblog this with my horrible tags
no but like… do you sue him for using your designs? Do you politely ask him to stop using your designs? Do you ask him for license fees when the Superman merchandise adopts your design as well?
i am absolutely sure that he would find one with an artist’s comment/description that included “hey superman if you’re reading this feel free to use this anytime ok ;3″ and he would say “oh man that’s so thoughtful, thank you weedhorse69, I think I will” and like how do you explain in court that you, weedhorse69, did not intend for your statement to be any kind of contractual offer because you did not think he would ever find your public internet post with his name all over it
#people are reblogging the version of this without my final addition#offended that i would suggest clark kent wouldn’t credit the artist#missing what i consider to be the obvious facts of the matter#it’s probably a costume designed out of pure thirst too like#weedhorse69 is gonna keep his mouth shut because this way he gets to watch superman#running around town in a costume that really shows off his biceps and abs#he thought it looked summery#the league holds an intervention asking him to please stop wearing it#he does not stop no one can stop him#batman v superman II: clark please put on a real shirt
tumblr is garbage and likes to resize everything and readmores don’t work on mobile anyway so you all will just have to click through if you want to read weedhorse69′s chatlog screenshots
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