Enjin discovered that you've been dreaming to be Harana when you have a future significant other, in your language meaning serenade, read from your old story book by your mother back then remembering how much romantic it was.
He accidentally or rather glad that he eavesdropped listening your conversation with the girls, Riyo, Amo, Eishia and Tomme about romance and exactly your turn to share. Back when your were a kid, you loved hearing your father serenade your mother from outside of your small home despite they're already married, they still reminiscent their first love together which you will never get tired of listening.
Maybe one day you'll hear your serenader.
Enjin who prepared everything, he borrowed a guitar, one of the other supporters gladly let him use it, then he called and favor the mens, Rudo holds the flowers, Zanka as the backup singer, he actually wanted to refuse but Enjin's energy overpowered him so he let it slide. Gris and Follo on the other hand handles the lighting, Bro is also the backup if Zanka quit in the middle of the serenade which is hilarious. Now for the beautiful start.
As you walked through hallways with the girls trailing behind you, sudden melody, a bit off-beat can be hear outside the building of HQ. You look through not even noticing the sound of gasp and awe you, a golden hue locks, fingers strumming the string of the guitar, lips moving to the sound of his voice as the song flows around the surrounding.
You hands covered your mouth, heart beating in motion as you view Enjin trying his best to deliver the lyrics and you as well trying not to move in tears because how precious he is and annoyingly adored his dedication despite your language struggles him you still stayed until the music slowly fade down.
His breath repeatedly rise up and down waiting for your response. You run through the hallways not thinking twice, Enjin's chest got quite tighten when he saw you leave meaning the song didn't find it amusing, the boys and the mens patted his back saying as if next time will come together but, suddenly quick motion tackled him down the floor Rudo on speed grabs the guitar before it smashes to the ground.
Enjin couldn't proceed what is happening as his rest his tattooed palm behind the person's body, or rather now to be his, wet envelopes his crimson sweatshirt making him question the moment.
You looked up from his chest to his eyes that is staring down deeply into you, conveying the way he showed your culture without announcing and would do it just for you, making fall for him even more. You shake those thoughts away because you couldn't wait anymore whispering 'I love you".
Summary: You always wanted a plushie, but what worried you was that Bucky might find you weird for it.
Author's Note: So kinda one of my experience to the mall, i wanna buy those plushies very much. Anyways, hope you enjoy this one, not proofread yet, and it takes place during pre-thunderbolts when bucky is a congressman and is just on a day off.
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You didn’t really understand the difference. You knew that toys were for kids, not adults, but sometimes, it’s still okay to buy some, right? You didn’t really blame your dad for the day he told you that you weren’t a kid anymore when it came to toys, that you were entering your teens. At first, losing that sense of childishness felt freeing, you no longer felt the need to run into a store every time something caught your attention or interest.
And here you were, with your partner Bucky, walking around the store to buy groceries or anything else you needed. You had already picked up some books, pens, and other things, but it could still be difficult to keep track of everything.
You checked your watch to see the time, it was still early, around mid-afternoon. You weren’t really in a rush, and Bucky didn’t mind either, he was enjoying his time with his girlfriend. After all the pent-up work of being a congressman, he still carried on. It did concern you a bit, though, how he managed it, even with some of those people being real assholes.
“Do you still want to buy anything else, sweetheart?” Bucky murmured, his eyes soft as they lingered on you. His thumb gently traced circles on the back of your hand, bringing it up to press a light kiss against your knuckles while his vibranium arm carried the shopping bags with ease.
Your gaze wandered around, taking in your surroundings as you searched for a shop that might catch your interest, until one did. It reminded you of the ones back home in the Philippines, like K.K.V and Miniso. The only problem was the prices. Back in your teens, you’d secretly wanted to buy plushies sharks, manta rays, bunnies, capybaras, and more, but they were always so expensive. Your family wasn’t broke, but sometimes the paycheck wasn’t as big as it used to be.
Those times were rough, not being able to buy the things you wanted. But now, you’re living your own life, able to get what you once couldn’t. Still, it doesn’t feel the same as it used to. And now you’re here with him, the person you love.
"I'll check that shop, you can wait me here.." you said, looking at the shop then at bucky.
"you sure, sweetheart? I can go with you inside—"
“I can handle it, darling,” you said, giving a reassuring smile and planting a kiss on his cheek. Bucky wasn’t entirely convinced, but he didn’t push further and let you be. He let go of your hand as you wandered inside the shop, looking around the shelves and aisles.
Bucky was left standing there alone, the shopping bags hanging from his vibranium arm.
"Alright, I'll wait here.."
He murmured softly under his breath, even though you were no longer right beside him. Through the glass wall, he watched you wander from aisle to aisle, eyes bright with curiosity and wonder. Every little movement the way your fingers lingered on something that caught your interest, the way your lips curved into a small, delighted smile, made his chest tighten with warmth. He couldn’t help but grin, completely captivated by how effortlessly adorable you were.
However, thirty minutes had passed, and Bucky began to worry, arms crossed over his chest and foot tapping nervously on the tiles. Finally, he stepped inside the shop to look for you. It didn’t take long he found you in the far back, by the shelves, laughing to yourself as you held the manta ray plushie, marveling at how cute it was. A soft smile tugged at Bucky’s lips as he watched you, completely captivated by the way your eyes sparkled and the joy you radiated. Quietly, he lingered there, just taking in the sight of you, his heart swelling with warmth and affection.
“I didn’t know you were into those,” he said, his voice low and teasing, making you jump slightly in your spot. You spun around to find Bucky standing behind you, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before letting his gaze flicker to the manta ray plushie in your hands.
"Well.. they're cute and fluffy but.. they're still more than that.."
“Cute and fluffy, huh? And here I thought you only had eyes for me,” he teased, his thumb brushing against yours as he watched you giggle, completely captivated by the way your eyes lit up.
“Very funny, darling,” you said, smiling—but the smile quickly faded as you looked back down at the manta ray. Bucky noticed the sudden change and grew concerned. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, reaching out to gently take your hand and squeeze it reassuringly.
“If it’s alright, can I ask you something?”
“Of course. What’s the matter?”
You bit your lip, still staring at the manta ray, and slowly gathered the courage to look up at Bucky. His eyes met yours immediately, warm and steady, and a small, reassuring smile tugged at his lips. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, leaning just a little closer as if to silently tell you, I’m here, you can say anything. Taking a deep breath, you finally asked the question that had been weighing on your mind, feeling his calm presence give you the courage to speak.
“Am I… weird?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you avoided his gaze, fingers fidgeting slightly in the manta ray plush.
Bucky was caught off guard by your question, he hadn’t expected you to ask something like that. His brows knit together slightly, concern softening his features as he looked at you. Had he done something wrong? Had he missed something important?
“Sweetheart, what do you mean by that—”
“I’m serious… am I weird?”
There was silence for a moment only the background shopping noise, people talking, the music only carried and become blur, forgotten in the back. Bucky gently lifted your chin, guiding your gaze up to meet his. His thumb brushed softly along your skin, slow and reassuring, as a warm, tender smile formed on his lips. He held your eyes, his touch lingering as if trying to ground you, to remind you that you were safe with him.
“Sweetheart, everyone’s a little weird in their own way…” he murmured softly, gently pulling you into his arms. One hand came up to cradle the back of your head, pressing you against his chest while his other arm wrapped securely around you. “You’ve probably found me weird sometimes too—when I do things that make you question me,” he let out a quiet breath, his chin resting lightly atop your head.His hold tightened just a little, warm and protective. “But I know one thing… you being you is more than alright. It’s my favorite thing about you.” His thumb brushed slow, soothing circles against your arm. “And if you want those plushies, we can go buy them… all of them, if you want.”
“Some adults told me that having plushies is only for kids—” your voice wavered slightly, your grip on his shirt tightening as your eyes began to sting.“Hey… no,” Bucky cut in gently, his arms wrapping around you a little tighter. “I don’t give a shit about their opinions. They can say whatever they want, but they’re not you.” His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, pressing you closer against him.“You don’t have to follow them or act like them,” he murmured softly. “Just be you… that’s more than enough.”You let out a shaky breath, your arms tightening around him as you buried your face into his chest, holding onto him like an anchor.
The manta ray plushie was still clutched in your hand, slightly squished from how tightly you held it. Noticing your grip, Bucky gently eased it from your hands, his fingers brushing yours as he took a better look at the little fella. A soft smile tugged at his lips. ‘I’ll buy it for you, if you want it,’ he murmured, glancing back at you with warmth in his eyes.
You looked at the manta ray plushie for a moment, gently squishing its head as a soft chuckle slipped past your lips before finally looking up at him. "Yes, darling… I want it" you murmured. Bucky’s smile softened, and he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, lingering there for just a moment.
When he pulled back from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. "If you want more plushies, just tell me. I don’t mind at all… even if I have a little competition for your cuddles" he murmured, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
At his words, you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound soft and genuine and it made his heart swell with warmth. Seeing you happy was all he needed.
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By the time you both stepped out of the store, the sun had already begun to dip, painting the sky in warm shades of gold and orange. Bucky carried most of the bags with ease, his vibranium arm barely strained, while your hands were occupied with the manta ray plushie held close to your chest like it was something precious.
He glanced at you from time to time, a quiet smile always finding its way to his lips whenever he saw how you absentmindedly traced the plushie’s soft fabric.
“Careful, sweetheart" he teased gently, “you’re starting to look like you love that thing more than me.”
You huffed, nudging him lightly with your shoulder, but the smile on your face gave you away.
The walk home was slow and easy, your fingers eventually finding his, naturally intertwining as if they were always meant to be there. And when you finally reached your house, you barely had time to step inside before Bucky was already tugging you closer.
“C’mere” he murmured.
Before you could protest, he scooped you up into his arms, earning a surprised laugh from you. The bags hung from his arm effortlessly as he carried you inside, your plushie squished between the two of you.
“Bucky!” you laughed, lightly hitting his shoulder.
“What?” he grinned. “I’m just making sure my girl and her new favorite plushie get home safe.”
You rolled your eyes, but your arms wrapped around his neck anyway, settling comfortably against him.
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Later that night, the room was quiet, the soft hum of the fan filling the space as you lay tangled together on the bed, in a comfy pajama pants and one of Bucky's shirt. The manta ray plushie rested between you, though Bucky had an arm wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you close against his chest.
His fingers traced slow, absent minded patterns along your arm, grounding, familiar.
“Still think you’re weird?” he murmured softly against your hair.
You hesitated for a moment, then shook your head slightly, nuzzling closer to him.
“…No.”
A soft kiss was pressed to your temple.
“Good” he whispered. “Because I kinda like your kind of weird.”
You smiled into his chest, hugging both him and the plushie a little tighter.
And in that moment wrapped in his arms, safe, warm, and loved everything felt just right.
hii i hope ur having an amazing weekend! happy vegas gp <3
can i pls request a filipino reader dating carlos hcs (like what u did w the charles hcs) we fili cs55 girlies need more. we yearn for more 😭🙏
i looove ur work pls never disappear from the face of tumblr🧎♀️
hi, baby! happy vegas gp!!! <3 here you go! hope you like it *mhwa*
CARLOS DATING A FILIPINO GIRL | CS55
Warnings: mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.
A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to Filipinos and their culture, what I am writing does not resume everything, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3
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This man LOVES to hear you speaking Filipino. Most of the time he doesn't understand a thing, but he loves the sonority of it. It becomes a thing to read for when he's anxious. He'll pick Filipo books based on the cover or he'll stash his favorite titles but in Filipino and you'll read for him while playing with his hair;
Maybe that's how he learns a few words, by listening to you. So when you travel to meet your family, he knows the basics, and he even praises your dad on the cooking;
Speaking of food, Carlos becomes obsessed with Filipo's cuisine. What do you mean Pandesal is literally bread with salt but tastes like heaven and melts like clouds in your mouth? (He'll definitely say 'pandesal' with a Spanish accent and you think it is the most adorable thing);
His favorite dish is probably Okoy. But he loves Filipino soups and stews and will ask for them when he's sick (your nana told him she made it for you when you were young, and now he wants to experience those small things too);
Since there's Spanish influence in a lot of traditions, you both like to read a bit more about where it came from and how it used to be;
You took him to the Philippines during the Pahiyas Festival, and Carlos kept pointing to all the colors and things and saying how beautiful it looks;
There was a wedding in your family a few months into the relationship and since Sainz had already met your family they invited him. He stays glued to your side the first moments and asks a few questions that get your ears perked up, like if he could wear a Barong Tagalog or if it would be disrespectful if there could be a traditional wedding between a Filipino and a person from a different country and so on;
In the second half of the party, Carlos disappears with your siblings and cousins, to dance and make small talk with your family;
He'll definitely catch the bouquet and give it to you with the biggest smile on his face;
Carlos will suggest the Philippines as your next vacation destiny and even hint about a honeymoon somewhere there.
Getting lost inside my world, you don't know where I've been
Aimed to Kill
Parings: Filo!Reader x Ynaguinid(platonic); eventual Khonshu x Filo!reader; eventual Marc/Steven/Jake x Filo!reader
Warnings: Violence, mentions of gore, intrusive thoughts, cussing, english isnt my first language, grammar errors, not beta'd (i think, pls comment if i missed any)
A/n: this chap doesn't follow the mk series, set on the first few missions mk and poison warior had, and the title is one of the lines from the song inspired by the fic
Painful grunts and wails fill the night as you and Moon Knight fight side-by-side and back-to-back against the forces of an underground mafia who dared to taunt you both. The group is known to take the children from the streets and force them to work for them. Some may not even be lucky as others as they get sold on some disgusting bidding community that is hidden from the general public but open to malicious entitled assholes-
"Duck!" Bellows Moon Knight after you shoved your shield up to a lackey's face.
You crouch and footsweeped the opponent you just socked with your shield, just in time, before a crescent dagger whizzes past right above your head, barely missing you by a hair and killing an incoming threat.
"You want to slice my head off so badly, no?" You quip with ragged breathing as you stab your kampilan down to your opponent's chest. A chill of satisfaction runs down your spine, yours or Ynaguinid's, or combined you don't know.
You hear a deep chuckle at the comment. Khonshu was overlooking the fight, you noted, as you hit a guy's face with the v-shaped ivory hilt of your sword, breaking his nose.
"Trust me, you would not be here if I did." He retorts with a grunt, punching and kicking more incoming lackeys.
This was the usual occurrence between you and the hooded vigilante. It's either no words or sarcastic comments are exchanged between the two of you ever since your deities decided for a collab.
And sometimes, if not most times, your gods overlook it.
Ynaguinid mumbles praises in your head as you finish off the last few goons that still have the guts to fight you after seeing their comrades lying dead. While Moon Knight goes after those who are trying to escape.
Slash! ..Thud
That was the last of them. You look over to the white-gauzed vigilante whom you call many nicknames because saying 'moon knight' gets tiring overtime and you haven't asked nor did he say his actual name. So did he to you. So you both just started to call each other some silly nicknames to call one's attention.
"Is that all of 'em, dove?" You pant, whipping your sword to your side to shake off the blood before sheathing it to your back.
You feel Ynaguinid's pride swell through your link, feeling a little bit proud of yourself too, for impressing your goddess tonight. She's been bitter for the past week, and everytime you ask her why she'd just change the conversation. Maybe she was having a bad week in the deity world or something.
He sighs, "..yes, Kaa." mumbling the nickname he chose for you, referencing the amount of snake motif adorning your body.
You chuckle at dove's exasperation and at the nickname, he didn't particularly favor the nickname you used. When you first called him that, he was utterly confused by the name. "Your costume's white, dove is white." You once stated blatantly with a teasing smile and shrug.
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Marc had every right to be confused with that though, I mean, he would have never ever thought himself to ever represent close to something as purity, obviously because of his line of work. But somehow, he wants to hear you say it. It grounds him. And he would absolutely kill himself before he would say that outloud.
You, however, don't mind the nicknames he's given you. As long as he doesn't call you anything offensive, you're good.
"Wanna grab some ice cream?" You asked, breaking him out from his line of thought. He tilts his head to the side, tension forming in the middle of his brows as he stares at your masked face, an odd shadow that only covers the top half of your face leaving only your tattooed jaw to be seen even though it was impossible for the shadow to be casted by the giant cobra skull that is your headdress.
Of course you would not see his brows thanks to his mask but the outline of his glowing eyes reveals his confusion.
"I saw a convenience store not far from here..before we started kicking these-" you pucker your lips and nod your head to the direction of a dead body, "-guys asses, thought that we could go grab some snacks afterwards..."
You walk over to him while he ponders the offer, the back flap of your g-string dragging on the pavement behind you. He noticed that after the fights, the usually short length of the back of your g-string, even though it is slightly longer than the front, it would extend until it touches the ground.
As delightful treats sound, we still have a job to do, Spector. We need to do as much as we can before the moon rests. The god speaks in his mind like he usually does when in your presence, especially if those things are a little too rude to be spoken out loud. This leaves Marc in a tight place on rephrasing his words to make them sound less rude.
Just when he thinks the son of a bitch is heartless..
I can hear your thoughts, Marc.
Good!
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"You don't have to if you don't want to, by the way. If you're not cool with eating after a fight, I won't force you." You added reassuringly, their lack of reply making you doubt your decision.
Obviously, it was weird to eat after a bloodbath, no sane person would have the appetite to do so, but it's not like you were.
..It's not like you were…
The thought, the thought that you had hoped to not resurface once again pops its ugly head out.
No. No. I am sane.
I'm not going back to square one!
I'm not a heartless maniac!!
Then explain your cravings for a sweet treat after doing something so bitter.
The tiny dreaded voice talks back, once again.
This time, louder and much more intense, and it just has to make itself known in front of someone you had just gotten along with. Someone who is not a deity or a spirit. Someone who is living and breathing.
Someone whom you want to be in more ways than one.
In your weeks of fighting alongside the avatar of the moon, you've made quite some revelations of yourself, most of which if not all point to one thing, your fucking sanity. You had seen his hesitance, how he holds back, how he still has a conscience. You've had the lack of these after serving Ynaguinid. Even though you receive praise from both deities, it isn't enough to fill that hole in you and silence your intrusive thoughts.
These voices started to increase in volume since last week when Moon Knight told you how you could easily kill without second thoughts. These voices had gotten so loud that it made you to want his hesitance in killing people, his conscience, how he can hold himself back from going on a killing spree. He's someone who could keep you in line before you cross it, to becoming a heartless maniac. Because his presence when you two fight reminds you that if he can keep the dead bodies to a minimum, you can too. He might or might not be the reason why Ynaguinid is becoming distant, actual reasons unknown to you, but that does not mean you'll stop working with him.
I help people! I- I donate as much as I could-
Do you really think that is enough? That what you are doing can equate to the amount of people you've killed in cold blood?!
You were too busy arguing with the voice in your head that you didn't notice Moon Knight calling your attention, not until you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"Kaa..You okay?" You hear the muffled voice of the knight, looking up you are met with his bright glowing eyes.
No. I'm not. I want to be like you. I want to have your heart-
You nod.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." Trying to convince yourself as the voice keeps on going. You may have encountered this ugly voice one too many times; it does not make it any less hard to push back. Especially when the evidence is as clear as day.
"Sorry you were saying?" You mutter, his hands on your shoulder is the only thing grounding you while feeling like you are being swallowed, grinded and mushed internally by your own thoughts.
If you weren't in a state of internal turmoil, you would have noticed that the occurrence of this distance between you to happen is so rare. Him being close to your personal space and asking a question close to sincere.
A beat, "I said I don't want to eat ice cream, but don't let me stop you from buying one." He utters with a soft tone which flies over your head.
"Ah okay okay okay, got it." You bob your head repeatedly, "I'll uh.. I'll get my dessert then, guess.. I'll see you around?" You stayed under his gaze, not moving an inch even if you had just announced you were leaving, as the bright white light emanating from the other's eyes became your comfort.
He only nods in response and takes his cue to leave your space, you immediately miss the warmth he was giving off, the needed grip for you to stay in reality dissipating as he turns his back to you and jumps to the ledge where you once saw Khonshu.
He stops. The moon framing his head from your angle and his cape flowing to the wind made him look ethereal and mysterious. You tried to keep the imagery ingrained in your mind as much as you could before he left your line of sight. Leaving you with the dead bodies and your spinning thoughts.
With a deep trembling sigh, you finally left the gore-filled scene. Not going to the convenience store as you had planned but ran straight to your flat with shaking lips.
You can never run away from who you actually are, hypocrite.
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Your running form was being observed by the watchful eye of the God of the Moon and his Fist of Vengeance. You may have thought they had actually left but they haven't.
Your behavior a while ago striked Khonshu as odd, Marc would be lying if he wasn't too, as it was out of your character to lie and not make a bad joke of the situation, as the god stated. Maybe that's what made Khonshu change his mind.
Now, Marc did not like you. Well, he does at the same time not. Because all that Khonshu spews out of his beak is for him to become like you. To serve justice willingly and with no hesitance. To give proper justice to the deserving humans. Being compared almost always whenever the god has the chance made Marc plant this seed of hatred and jealousy of you within him.
Beside that, however, is his amazement of your skills. Your swiftness and agility as you slash the enemies surrounding you, who's sizes could be twice too tall or big compared to you. The way you have the confidence and bravery(could be stupidity) in taking large groups of mobs and/or criminals with no hesitance. His awe of your beauty, although half-way hidden, in the midst of battle and under the moonlight.
After the 15th night you two have begun working together he made a comment about your willingness to kill people. He had wanted it to be a compliment because he could never bear the guts that you have, but it seemed that you didn't take it lightly.
You had stood frozen on your spot for a minute, maybe more, and then shook your head with a small laugh, as if what he had said was humorous and shifted the conversation. He went along with it but was a little doubtful of the ease you were showing. Then after that night, you opted in using arnis sticks, your reason was unbelievable to him but ran along with it and you have made it your choice of weapon until today's mission.
You had decided to unsheath your sword after you heard what this group of mobs had done.
He'd be lying if he didn't miss how you handle enemies with your sword, bodies dropping one by one and the bloodbath you leave after a fight. But what he actually missed tonight was your usually happy-go-lucky demeanor even after the gore.
Which brings him to half-heartedly following Khonshu's sudden change of plans.
"Follow them." Khonshu orders him, tapping his staff on the ledge he is on.
A small part of him wanted to say otherwise, but the most of him wanted to follow the god, and so he did. Backing up a few steps, he prepares himself to leap-
"You really think I would allow that?" A stern, feminine voice speaks behind them with an accent unique to the language she's speaking. It was familiar and when he and Khonshu looked back, they saw Ynaguinid. Her clenched fist is a telltale sign of anger, her composure, however, remains calm and regal.
"Your warrior didn't seem to be in a good state, Ynaguinid." Khonshu, ever stubborn, calmly replies.
Marc wanted to roll his eyes at the obvious display of favoritism, but decided not to.
"I know. Their ancestors are already by their side as we speak. You don't need to interfere." The war goddess stood her ground, "I..am grateful for your concern. But we can handle this."
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Khonshu had seen right through your shadowed eyes and realized that there were more things happening than what was in front of them. Sure, a sweet treat would've made you feel but something in him is stirring that your sudden closed off behavior was something more, just like the last time. He wanted to know what is bothering you, you had become his favorite mortal for being such a brave soul and for being the bringer of justice that he wants to have.
He is worried that you've lost your touch but is proven wrong tonight. Or... however many times he denies it, he's worried about your actual well-being not because he wants your skill but because he's growing a little fond of you.
Khonshu has a choice, either he disobeys your goddess' demands and checks up on you or he follows her orders. He wants to choose the former as he is actually concerned for you. He had missed the jokes tonight, however bad they were, that you always tell after every mission. And the fact that you lied(he caught it the moment you spoke a little too late for his liking) to them made him more concerned.
His head turns to his knight, knowing that the human had already chosen the latter, and he would want him to choose it too, not wanting to anger a war goddess from another pantheon, he sighs and nods.
"Fine. We will leave them alone. Come along, my knight." Grumbling, he turns his back to Ynaguinid.
"Wait." The goddess calls after them and slowly walks closer to where they are standing.
"Answer me, honestly…" He turns his attention back to her and nods for her to continue, "Do you really care or are you just finding a way to hurt my sundalo?" Her tone is ever harsh as she drops the question.
"Hurt them? What makes you think that our intentions are ill?!"
Oh, he had let that slip...But how could she think of that?! How dare she think of that when all they both wanted was for you to be well. Marc may deny it but Khonshu can feel within his avatar that he has grown fond of you too.
You had certainly left an impact on both of them when you entered their nightly missions and patrols.
The god's frustrated state manifested through the sudden strong gust of wind disturbing the place. He could also feel that his avatar was irked by her question.
"I only wanted to be sure, God of the Moon. My sundalo has gone through worse and I do not wish for that to repeat." She sneered when she mentioned his title but her last sentence was spoken with tenderness. She showed no reaction to the wind and its cause though.
"Her unstable state might cause problems in the future. We do not wish for an accident to happen while on the job now would we."
The god lied through his beak, his uneasiness of the situation and.. worry that if he tells the truth he might not be able to see you once again motivated him to do so. He knows right after he says it, Marc became more agitated and confused. Not his whole intention but he has to.
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What the hell…is that really the reason why he wants him to follow you? To keep you in check so that you won't mess up on the next mission? Just a moment before he was eager to help you. Marc had really thought that Khonshu cared. The god's confusing behavior made his jaw grow taut and also to his messed up reasoning, he glances at the goddess.
"I see." The goddess huffs, satisfied or not of the answer the Egyptian god has given, he could not tell. Then disappearing, probably to take care of you.
"What the hell was that?" He asked the bird god, unveiling his mask as he glares daggers on his stupid bird skull head.
"I was merely truthful, Marc Spector." The tall being huffs and walks away from him.
A humorless chuckle escaped his lips, "Maybe you're the one that needs to be kept checked, asshole.." He mumbles to himself, putting his mask back on as he follows the god. Khonshu ignores his comment, but he somehow tripped over nothing and that's when he knew the bird was upset about it.
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Ynaguinid immediately kneels in front of your hunched, sobbing form as soon as she arrives at your place. Mela, her 4th warrior, has been keeping you company and calming you down through soothing words and calming hands. She shares a look with Mela, one that is understanding but at the same time worried.
This has occurred far too many times than Ynaguinid's liking. Your thoughts have this twisted sense that keeps you from being yourself, from being her praised warrior after her bloodline rejected her blessing for hundreds of years. These thoughts that she thought she had already banished from your mind, but clearly hasn't. She can hear it, every single word thanks to her link to you as her warrior. And every time this voice speaks, she can feel the way your heart twinges in pain.
"Langga…" ‘My dear..’ She softly calls out to you, reaching your shoulders and giving a comforting rub.
Ynaguinid cares for you, she loves every single warrior she bears like her own child. Especially you, her warrior in the present times for nearly 4 years now and counting. You, who broke the chain of rejections of her blessings even if you knew that your family would disown you. You, who broke the modern standards of your country. You, who stood up for the deities and ancestors who laid their lives only for it to be completely nulled when they accepted and adapted to the colonizer's tradition.
Of course, some of them weren't to blame. Those people who did nothing were merely dust in the past while the people back then that defended their land are known today as heroes, as they should be. Some of them might have lost but that paved the way for the other heroes' success. and Ynaguinid is a witness to all of this. She wanted to give them their blessing, but they prayed to another god so all she could do was make sure their efforts weren't wasted. Through distracting the enemies while in the middle of war. .
Colonizers. Tch. They're easily enamoured by local beauty.
Which was why she had asked the Moon and his Knight the question. Ynaguinid has walked and observed the earth for eons. She knows when one is infatuated with her warrior. The people that have fallen for you, especially those people who know who you actually are, always have a knife behind their back. They always stab you on your back and break your heart to a million pieces, and she does not want history to repeat itself. She has to keep an eye out for you now too, since you have caught another deity's eyes.
Ynaguinid had hoped, though, that Khonshu had told the truth. She wasn't satisfied with the answer he gave to her as she wanted to hear it in his voice, that he does, he does care for you as much as how you had grown to care for the deity and his knight.
Your puffy, half-lidded eyes look at her, oh how that look always breaks her heart. She opens her arms to offer her embrace and you don't hesitate to throw yourself onto her. Ynaguinid rocks you back and forth as she cradles your form, like a mother would to a wailing baby to calm them down.
"I tried- I tried to ignore it—" You hiccup, your breathing uneven as you sob. Ynaguinid gently shushes you,
"Kabalo ko, langga, kabalo ko.."'I know, my child, I know..' She softly caresses your hair and kisses the crown of your head.
Even until now, those voices still rang around your head. Those hurtful words that are closely similar to the ones to the words your own mother had told you that night.
Seeing as you are still suffering from this, the deity opted to use a spell. She does not want you to suffer for a long time and have you hearing these unrelentless thoughts all night, she puts you to sleep, just like last time.
And just like that, the voices quiets down. As you are slowly pulled to slumber, your body visibly deflates as the tension is released from your form.
"Ang akong pinalangga..nganong nahitabo man kini sa imo…" 'My dear, dear child, why is this happening to you..' The goddess whispers as she cradles your face, brows raised and scrunched in worry as she watches your formerly pained face relax in peace. Like you hadn't carried any burden at all.
Ynaguinid gathers you to her arms and stands up, carrying you from the floor to your bed and gently lays you down. Your armor fading to your casual clothes as she tucks you in.
Mela pushes a stray hair away from your face, "Nagadala siya ug bug-at kaayo nga paghimogso sa iyang kaugalingon, akong diwata…tungod ba kini na wala siya na-anad sa pagka-sundalo?" 'They're carrying a heavy burden on themselves, my goddess, is this because they are not used to being a warrior?' The spirit asks, a soft hum in the wind fills the room.
Ynaguinid sighs, and nods somberly. "Kana..akong gikahiubos sa pagsulti na oo, saktu ka, Mela…" 'That…I am saddened to say that yes, you are right, Mela.'
The two beings could only watch you with sadness in their eyes, if only those thoughts be eradicated in a snap and never come back again, the deity would have done so.
so basically y’all met at the deb ball — him and nicole were still together at that time ( yeah ironic huh )
but yk we filipina girls are charming ( we just like that 🤭 ) so you really caught his attention !
it’s so funny because he didnt ask anybody but nicole if he can have your number PFFT (well nicole thought that he was just being friendly thats why he gave it to him)
ever since that deb ball thingy y’all started talking -- like getttin to know each other more. he became very close to you as he starts to adore your because of your childhood stories when you were in the philippines.
after a while you took him to the Philippines, y’all weren’t dating (yet, him and nicole just recently broke up) back then but you decided to take him there because he was just so inlove with your culture 😩 ( we love a man that also loves our culture!!! )
you took him to the palengke, you took him to ride the tricycle and the jeep AND LET ME TELL YOU HE ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT.
when you took him home, your family really loved him. they thought that he was so so sweet and so caring -- he was so SPOILED.
they even called him “pogi” that’s like his new nickname now and when you told him what it meant he was a blushing mess!
your family also kept on asking you if y’all were together and if he was your “boypren/jowa" he asked you what it meant you never really told him because it was embarassing for you.
as for his family, they really love you and adore you — even the Conklins love you and thought that you were just adorable!
as we all know we filipina/filipino’s love our family so so much — that was one of the reason’s why Conrad fell for you and why his family absolutely adores you.
so bcs he likes you, he does a lot of stuff LIKE HE EVEN TRIED TO LEARN TAGALOG WORDS and even researched how to like court you and all of that stuff HE EVEN TRIED TO COOK YOU YOUR FAV FOOD — he really made the effort YALL.
so he started to make ligaw and he was absolutely good at it — he even had your parents involved in all of his plans because he wanted to make sure that he was doing the right thing — it was honestly the cutest things ever!
eventually you said yes!
now that you guys are together, you started to call him “mahal” (love) he asked you what it meant and now he calls you like that too.
he would ask you to teach him tagalog words and it was so cute how he tries so so hard to say those words that you taught him.
it’s always been ‘mahal kita’ for the both of you because eversince he knew what it meant, he started to like the way it sounds and he thought that it sounded more meaningful so he started to use it instead of ‘i love you’ (i want this please)
he’d always call you “mahal” and “bebe” it was the cutest and you would always call him “bebe” because that was the one that made him blush a lot
OMG HE ONCE CALLED YOU PALANGGA AND YOU ASKED HIM WHERE HE GOT IT FROM he said he was searching tagalog endearments 🫠
“bebe, cook me sinigang please”, “mahal, where’s my kiss”, “bebe labs, bebe time please”
eversince he knew the word “bebe time” there was never a time that he doesn’t use it.
you would always talk to him in tagalog and he ABSOLUTELY adores it!! it was fine with him even though he thinks that you’re cursing him but still he found it cute.
but he hates it when you’re mad because you would take too fast and it would frustrate him and it always sounded so harsh when you would scream at him in tagalog so ever since the first time you did that, he tried hus best to not make you mad LMAO
his favorite filipino food that you make is sinigang and adobo - he would always tell you to make him some whenever you guys are together or just when he craves it
he also started to love jollibee because you would always tell him to buy some for you so he decided to try it out now it’s one of his favorites!
your favorite song together is from the band IV of spades it was “come inside of your heart — ever since you guys started dating he started to listen to a lot of filipino artists like ben&ben, eraserheads, adie and many more !!
omg when you got home from the philippines you decided to buy lato lato for him 😭 it was the worst decision ever because he wasn’t the only one obsessed with it, Jeremiah was obsessed with it too.
he just loves you and your culture, to the point where whenever it’s summer — you guys made sure that on the top of the list for your plans was to visit the philippines and visit as many places as you can <3 it became his second home and you love that for him. 😩❤️
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i LOVEDDDD writing this — this is so far the cutest thing i’ve ever written — thanks to anon who requested this <;3
lmk if y’all want more requests !! if y’all want more filo!reader, i’ll gladly do them :))
Rating: Mature, Comedy (No smut but there is tension)
Summary: It hurts to not be able to properly recreate your traditional pre-colonial Filipino clothing, and Namor takes notice of this feeling of yours.
Word Count: 2,578
Content Warning: Mentions of colonialization
Disclaimer: Namor is kind of cold and dark towards reader!! Idk if its ooc but i would imagine that he would generally be apprehensive towards a surface dweller. you have been warned
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Reminder: This fic is part of a Namor x Filipino!Reader miniseries, but can be read on its own! Miniseries fic(s):
a piece of your history. / "beloved."
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“Do you like it?”
You asked, grinning, slightly turning yourself around in order to fully show off your work proudly.
Namor hummed, sitting in the water by the shore of the beach. He was always like this, meeting up with you now and again.
“Is this the wear of your people?” He asked. You grinned and nodded, letting out small chuckles while fiddling with the fabric between your fingers. You had always wanted to make the Pre-Colonial traditional clothing of your Filipino ancestors, it was the closest thing you had of home as of now.
The process was tedious, you admit that. So little resources or references online on how your specific region’s clothing looked– much less how it was made, due to how much the Spaniards burned and banned, but you had still managed to gather enough to make one as accurately as possible.
“It’s… beautiful.” He simply says, eyeing up the clothes and how it wrapped around your body, causing you to tear your eyes away from him in fear of showing how his compliment affected you in such a way.
“Why have your people stopped wearing this? Are they not your traditional wear?” Namor asked, remembering the photos of your family that you had shown him. They were wearing what you had called a “baro’t saya” and “barong” for the celebration of “Buwan ng Wika” as he recalled it.
“It’s gorgeous, and made by the hands of your people instead of the colonizers.” He continued, “It escapes me on why your people have abandoned wearing your traditional garbs, instead choosing to wear what they gave you.” This statement slightly irked you, causing you to deadpan at him.
“Dude, we were enslaved and tortured by them for more than 300 years.” You crossed your arms. “Do you think we abandoned it willingly?” You were met with silence, and for once, Namor was the one who was left speechless by bluntness.
“... Right. My apologies.” Was all Namor could reply, causing you to let out a small laugh, shaking your head. It’s not often you’re the one leaving him silent, with him often bashing “surface dwellers”, causing you to regularly remind him that you yourself are a surface dweller.
Namor never had a proper reply for that.
However, even if you were happy with your work, you still frowned and sighed. You dragged your fingers along the cloth, wistfully looking at its patterns. Namor’s eyes followed the way your face curled up to a grimace, causing him to frown even more (if that was even possible) in confusion.
“It’s not much, though. The fabric’s sorta cheap ‘cause it was the only one I could find that had this specific pattern. I had to pick between comfortability or accuracy.” You sulked, sitting down on the dry sand close to him. You hugged your knees close to your chest, already itchy from the scratchy inside of the fabric.
“I chose accuracy, of course… for them.” You vaguely finished, slightly bitter on how hard it was to make your country’s real traditional clothing in an authentic way. You palmed the sand, looking for your bag before taking out your trusty cellphone.
Ah, surface dwellers and their hand-held yet fragile technologies… Namor thought as you typed and scrolled away at your phone.
“I mean, look at this!” You held your phone out, showing what appeared to be a real life replica of your garbs, just made in a better way. Namor narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“So your people still make this?”
“Well technically yes, but no? God, I wish, though. This is just a historical costume for entertainment…” You replied, huffing.
“Tangina talaga ng Espanya…” You grumbled under your breath. Namor chuckled at you, as he had heard you swear in your mother tongue (he was sure it was a swear– it was literally the first word you had taught him) at one of your country’s past colonizers.
“Jay, ba'ax jaaj le je'elo'...” He replied, agreeing, though this did cause your face to slightly feel warmer. You would never admit it to his face, but him speaking his native language was kinda hot.
You let out a small chuckle, before wistfully sighing and looking at the sky.
“You know… I’m kinda jealous of you and your people of Talokan.” Namor rose an eyebrow at you, his head turning to look at you. You put your hands up in mock defense, clearly meaning well.
“I don’t mean it in a bad way! And yeah, you guys have faced struggles with water pollution, junk and also colonizer stuff… It’s just… y’know…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling bashful. Namor’s gaze softened, as he nodded to indicate that you continue. You breathed in deeply.
“Well, I mean, you guys got to keep your culture intact, no outside forces ripping it away from you.” You mumbled, picking at the sand that got between your nails.
“No forgotten gods… no forgotten stories… no forgotten practices.” You longingly looked at the sea.
You snorted, though. “Even if they tried, you could still put up a fight and protect it.” You smiled at him, causing him to avert his gaze and look back at the ocean.
“I just… I just wish I could salvage at least a small part of it.” You finished, already feeling your throat close up and tears form in your eyes. God, why did you have to be so emotional? Putangina naman…
For a beat or two, Namor stayed quiet. You already felt dread setting in your stomach, oh god. What if he had another diva moment and dove back in the water? Before you could panic even more, you heard the water move, as water droplets seem to fall from sky and onto you. You looked up in confusion, squinting your eyes at Namor, who had stood up from his place to sit closer to you.
“... May I see more of these garbs?”
Your frown was replaced with a smile, as you swallowed back the lump and blinked away the oncoming tears. “Sure! I have so many saved and printed– it’s important to have references before crafting, after all!”
Your signature grin was back as you happily took out what looked to be a plastic bag containing pictures that looked similar to your clothes. You happily explained away, showing him more and more photos– though he did notice that you had backed up a bit when he came a bit too close to your personal space.
He followed along as you showed more and more photos– along with more pictures of Pre-Colonial jewelry that you wanted to replicate yourself. He noticed the way you would stop and longingly gaze at them, before continuing on with explaining.
Namor watched the way your eyes would brighten as you talked more and more about your history, before they would dim as you brought up on why it was not used by your people in the modern day anymore.
“... And yeah, that’s pretty much what my own region wears! Though, it does get a bit tricky to see if it really is my region per say,” Namor looked at you, a bit confused but waiting for you to continue. Your smile grew wider.
“All regions basically have a lot of similarities and differences! So sometimes it gets a bit confusing.” You rambled, before noticing yourself and getting a bit embarrassed. Namor softly smiled at you.
“This just shows how rich the cultures of your people are, in etail.”
You blinked before letting out a joyous laugh, surprised that Namor of all people complimented you! (Well, to be more precise, your heritage). You were about to reply before your eyes caught sight of the time on your phone. “Ay gago! Ang late na pala! I still have to call my parents!” You put on your coat over your work, before shoving your phone back in your bag.
Before you could properly stand up, a hand on your wrist stopped you. Your brain loaded for a few seconds, your eyes following the hand and how it trailed back to Namor. “Come back here in two days time.” He asked (more of demanded).
You gawked at him, this was the first time he ever confirmed that you were going to see him! Most of the time, he simply came and went as he pleased. The look in his eyes already made it impossible to say no, so of course refusing him was not an option.
“I-I…” You stammered, meeting his eyes that had so much emotion in them. You gulped. “Okay! See you in… two days, dude!” You quickly went on your way home.
Namor nodded at you, before he caught sight of the familiar plastic ziplock you had left behind. Before he could call out to you, you were already too far away, and if he were to approach you someone would surely see him.
Namor watched your back fade from the distance, already confirming the idea forming in his head. He nodded to himself, before grabbing the ziplock bag and diving back into the sea, making sure to not let anything get wet.
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You practically ran towards the beach as you grinned, excited that your.. Friend(?) or Frenemy(?) personally requested your presence. You cleared your throat and attempted to act cool, though severely failing, before sitting down by the drier parts of the sand, admiring how beautiful the waves looked.
A few moments later, a familiar head peeped out from the water, causing you to laugh and wave at him. Namor uncharacteristically bore a grin at you, continuing to get out of water, the droplets from his hair magically disappearing with each step.
“I have a surprise for you.” was the first thing he said as he offered you a hand in getting up. You nodded, though a bit confused now.
In his hands, you had finally taken notice of a makeshift waterproof bag tied by a drawstring along with a familiar plastic ziplock of papers. “Ay, onga pala! I accidentally left my papers…” You exclaimed, surprised that he kept them in such good condition.
Namor gingerly handed you the drawstring bag first, urging you to open it. “Please, have a look inside.” You hesitantly took it in your hands, noting the way the fabric practically had gold woven into it.
What you saw took your breath away,
it was Pre-Colonial indigenous Filipino clothes.
You ran a hand through them, the fabric being silky yet cool to the touch. Just as how Filipino clothes were theorized to be. Somehow, Namor had found a way to wove it with gold, just as what your research had said. You felt tears well up in the corner of your eyes, it felt like a piece of history was being given back to you.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” Namor’s voice snapped you out of your stupor. You looked back at him, open-mouthed and too shocked to reply. He chuckled at you. “Try it on, in etail.”
Namor politely turned around, silently trying to hide and bury the way he felt when he heard fabric shifting and the likely assumption of you undressing.
Your breath hitched as the feeling of the fabric against your skin was a comfortable one. It was perfectly tailored and made for you, as if someone had memorized every inch of your body down to the smallest details, the robes fitting like a glove on your body.
“You can look now…” You managed to practically croak out, forever feeling thankful at such a kind gesture from no one other than Namor himself.
The moment Namor turned around, he swore that he felt slightly lightheaded from how you managed to take his breath away with just your look. You looked like you were in your natural element, your most natural state.
It almost felt as if this was how you were supposed to be.
The way the gold-woven fabric hung off your own copper skin had him thinking of thoughts he swore he would never have of surface-dwellers, and perhaps the most euphoric feeling was seeing the look on your face; the genuine joy and happiness.
But wait, something was missing.
He narrowed his eyes at you before rummaging through the bag he carried with him. Namor gently brought out familiar looking jewelry, though with its own twist.
“These… are also for you.”
Namor took your hand and placed it in his, slipping on a rather detailed and delicately made golden ring. He took both of your wrists and placed on them gold bracelets adorned with what appeared to be a jade material.
All the while, he made direct eye contact with you. You practically shook under his gaze, deeming it to be too intimate.
Before you could process anything more, you felt the heat of Namor’s body behind your back, as you heard gold clinking together. His hot breath fanned on the back of your neck, as the heat in your ears never seemed to go away.
You felt a heavy weighted necklace be placed onto your collarbone, before a click behind you was resounded. Namor’s hands lingered for a split second on the nape of your neck, before he practically ripped himself away and stood back, afraid of his own actions.
Your breath left your body for what felt like the nth time in the past 30 minutes, as you took the necklace between your fingers and observed the intricate designs of gold and jade beautifully fused together.
All of this jewelry should have felt heavy, but to you they felt as if they were perfectly crafted and made for you and your people. It was as if these were all made with heavy and careful detail, making sure that they perfectly aligned with your own practices but still with its own twist and charm from the gifter.
You could never take back what the Spaniards have taken from your country, but it felt like a lost piece of your own heritage was being directly gifted to you, you could practically feel the pride of your ancestors. This was all so overwhelming.
“K'uk'ulkan…”
Namor suppressed the heat he felt as his natural name rolled off your tongue in such a breathless manner.
Now, it was your turn to surprise as he did not anticipate that you would tackle him in a hug. You buried your face in his neck, not scared anymore of what he’d do. Namor’s own hands hesitantly placed themselves on your backside, before they tightened around you.
“Salamat… Salamat talaga, K'uk'ulkan…” Namor felt hot wet tears drip onto his shoulder.
He hugged back even tighter.
“Mixba’al, in etail.”
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BONUS:
“Okay, now ‘putangina mo’ means I like you.” You said to Namor, though the way you tried to (and failed) to hold back your laughter made him doubt that that was the meaning of the phrase.
“Is it really now?” You laughed, nodding profusely. “Hell yeah it is! We Pinoys use it all the time to compliment each other! Like, ‘putangina mo tol, ang guwapo mo nakakabakla ka na!’ ”
“ ‘Nakakabakla’?” Namor narrowed his eyes at you. Were you just messing with him? You laughed even more, clutching your sides by how much it hurt.
“Gaga, uto-uto ka talaga.”
Namor had a deep feeling in his stomach that you were insulting him (he was right) so he stood up and sighed, walking back towards the sea.
“What the-! Hey! Where are you going?!”
“K'a' ak'ate.”
“Aw c’mon K'uk'ulkan! Can’t you take a joke?!”
He was already gone by the time you had said that.
i'm sad and i need katsu fluff so here is katsuki bakugou with filipino!reader.
He'd adore your accent as you're learning to speak Japanese.
He'd tease you immensely for it but when you're not looking, he has this soft smile on his face.
He's so proud of you for learning a language asides your own and he's got a blush on his face when he hears you practicing how to compliment him or say that you love him.
He loves the food. Adobo? Loves it. Sinigang? Loves it. Fucking sisig and dinakdakan? That shit's his favorite.
He fucking hates balut tho. You tried making him eat it once but he really wouldn't budge.
You ate it in front of him and he was just silently judging you the entire time. Bombastic side eye frfr.
He did a google search on your culture to try to connect with you more. And honestly, because he wanted to impress you.
He found out about harana. He wanted to do it but aint no way he'd sing sweet songs with a battered old guitar.
You just woke up one day at like 6 in the morning from the sound of loud drums.
He had an entire fucking drum set in front of your house and was shouting in the mic.
You think he was singing a song by gloc 9? Or maybe a japanese song? In fact, it could have been the Philippine anthem.
You'd have no idea with the sound of drums overpowering even his shouting.
Your family and neighbors were not pleased at all. Your brother almost hosed him down.
Aside from that event your family adores him.
You think the reason he was forgiven for the harana incident is because he joined in a drinking session.
Your asshole uncles made him take a shot.
He was already reluctant but wanting to impress your family, he didn't deny it.
What he didn't know was that it was actually a shot of vinegar with tons of spicy peppers.
Yup, he coughed for like a straight five minutes and had to get some water. His pride was torn up but at least the family likes him now. Well, after all the laughing and teasing, that is.
He'd try to learn your language too. It's adorable hearing him say in broken Filipino "ma-hal kit-a".
This one's for all my filipino katsu simps out there. if you want more of these, just write in the comments and I'll try to think of some!
