#punyeta here

[agendabymooner]

pag-ibig, traducido (love, translated) || cs55 fic

carlos sainz x ofc (filipino!content creator!ofc)

EXTENSION TO RIDE HOME

Summary: Magdalena ‘Magda’ and Carlos Sainz can bring the two worlds together through words and actions. OR, moments in which the Filipino woman and her Spanish husband learned to love each other while learning more about what they know about themselves. 

Content warning: Use of explicit language, shitty Tagalog/Filipino and Spanish translations, a lot of Spanish colonial and Filipino history jokes, parental abandonment, brief reference to religious and cultural practice (weddings), mentions elopement, secret marriage, briefly mentions PR relationships/girlfriends, time skipping, what is beta reading lol

Note: The last part of this story is loosely based on the idea given to me by @clairalle and the song 'Paninindigan Kita' by Ben&Ben so thank you so much! ❤️

Letting you all know that some Filipino dialogue here are translated based on how I know it in both English and Tagalog language??? And also, there are some words in here that are the same in context BUT written in two different spellings - some of the words are spelled based on phonics or how it sounds. Enjoy xx

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i. 2016 — shit, ayos ka lang?

Ramona Magdalena normally had the patience for Tesco. She wasn’t sure what it was, but everything had her seething with no apparent reason. She tried to figure out what went wrong. 

It was only 3 p.m., for goodness sake! 

Her third year at the university was supposed to make things easier, but the way she clenched at the handle of her shopping cart as she sped through the aisles of Tesco showed nothing of the sort. 

She was so tense, her jaw clenching as she asked herself repeatedly if there was an actual reason for her getting worked up over something. 

Her mother, Alma, was being herself; she was merely calling to see how the university was for Magda. Alma only told Magda about her cousins in the Philippines and how they were looking forward to getting the “balikbayan” box in August, only for the younger woman to respond grumpily. Alma was a dear— so clearly Magda’s grumpiness had nothing to do with her mother’s daily check-in. 

She appreciated her mother’s efforts to keep up with Magda’s well-being; after all, Alma did everything she could as a single parent who immigrated to the UK long before she took Magda. 

So no. She loved her mother so much that she wouldn’t get unreasonably cranky towards her. Not easily, at least. 

But her questions withered away when her speed walking was interrupted by her shopping cart crashing into a figure. Her eyes widened, and she shook herself out of her thoughts. 

“Mierda!” Shit! An accent escaped out of the man’s mouth. 

Now, Magda had been a citizen of the UK for a while now— she knew when to speak English and how to utilize her vocabulary in a reasonable manner. But everything seemed to be in panic mode as she exclaimed, “Shit! Ayos ka lang?” Are you okay?

The man was still groaning, bent over as he clutched to his stomach. He glared at her for a moment as he asked, “¿Por qué no observas a dónde vas?” Why can’t you watch where you are going?

“Hah?” She cocked her head slightly. She only picked up on the first two words. Por qué? Why? 

He’s Spanish, Magda deduced. She stepped away from the cart and walked towards him, “I’m so, so, so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going—“

“Obviously—“ he muttered hastily, still touching his aching side. 

“I’m also in a rush, and I’m so frustrated and tired. Three years into adulthood and I can’t make shit right,” Magda hadn’t even realized that she was ranting to a stranger as she rambled, “GCSE clearly didn’t do shit to me because I’m still here bitching about what to cook— punyeta naman kasi, ‘di ba.” What the fuck, am I right?

He stared at her for a moment, not even interrupting her as she spoke. But the silence made Magda pause as her face flushed red, earning a soft smirk from the man. “Mama said I have a problem with speaking too much without thinking.” 

He chuckled at her rambling before sticking his hand out, “We can call it… truce— I think is the word?” 

“Yeah, okay, truce,” she reached out and introduced herself while shaking his hand, “I’m Magdalena.” 

“I’m Carlos.” 

“So, like… you’re Spanish, right? Or do you just speak Español? I’ve only picked up on some words because they’re quite similar— or I suppose I learned it through some song from years ago.” 

“I am actually Spanish; good guess. And you said puñeta— I can assume you also speak Español?” 

“Oh, hah, about that— no. That’s not spoken in Spanish. That’s— yeah, that’s something.” 

ii. 2017 — irog means love

“Ate Magda! Totoo ba?” Is it true?

“Jowa mo galing Spain?” Your boyfriend is from Spain? 

Magda almost died laughing as she FaceTimed her cousins, who were certainly supposed to be asleep at this time. The Philippines was seven hours ahead, and with her cousins being awake at two in the morning, she could assume that they had a holiday. Everybody always sleeps in if it’s a long weekend or a national holiday. 

But she hadn’t expected their night to be spent gossiping about Magdalena’s boyfriend, Carlos. 

“Niño, bakit ‘di mo gamitin yang utak mo sa school kaysa sa jowa ko?” Why don’t you use your brain for school instead of my boyfriend? Magda huffed out her laugh, making her other cousin Paloma laugh next to Niño. Paloma’s laughter caught Magda off guard as she called out, “Oi, Lomi, don’t be laughing— ikaw ang nagpasimuno nito. Akala mo ‘di ko alam?” You started this. You think I didn’t know?

“Papa brought it up,” Paloma defended herself with a cry, “he kept calling you a national hero, and I had to ask why.” 

“Ano ba naman ‘yan,” what the hell. Magdalena cried out as her head slumped against the couch, raising it to look at her cousins on the screen, “Tell your papa to keep his mouth shut. I love Tito Gerry— I do, but he needs to stop making jokes about that.” 

“—About what?” Magda seemed to be more drawn towards her uncle’s joke that she hadn’t heard her boyfriend enter her flat with a curious look. He had just arrived from Milton Keynes, and this was a surprise as he normally arrived later than this. 

Carlos had taken off his shoes and placed his bag down, walking around the couch to sit next to Magda as he pecked her lips. “Hello, cariño. How was your day?” 

“Hm, good! I’ve finished my paper,” Magda grinned. 

They were so caught up with each other that the only thing they heard was gagging from the phone that the Filipino woman held. Magda and Carlos peered down on the screen as they watched the two teens exaggerate at the sight of the couple being too sweet for each other. 

“Reparations,” Paloma gagged jokingly, “but at what cost?” 

“Matulog na nga kayo!” Go to sleep! Magda exclaimed.

“Okay po, master,” Niño rolled his eyes before waving at the camera, “nice meeting you, Carlitos!” 

"You're Niño, right?" Carlos grinned as he kept his face in front of the camera before waving, "Nice meeting you too!"

“Yeah! Buenas noches, Don Carlos!” Good night, sir Carlos! Paloma giggled, the other side of the call abruptly ending before Magda could berate the pair even further.

She sighed heavily and tossed her phone aside, giving her boyfriend a look of despair as he giggled at her. 

“What did they mean by reparations?” He asked her, genuinely curious at what they were joking about. 

How was she going to explain it to him? Did they even teach at Spanish schools about their country’s history of colonialism? Magda didn’t have an answer to that. 

“Oh, just you know…” She mumbled, “Filipinos were originally Spanish people living in the Philippines. Apparently, dating you made us a deadly combination. Enemies to lovers, or whatever trope that is.”

“Reparations? Oh… OH!” Carlos exclaimed in realization, earning a nod from his girlfriend as he murmured, “Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“Yeah, I understand now, mi corazon.” 

“Irog,” Carlos said aloud, making Magda hum in a questioning tone. “Irog, bébé.”

“What’s that, bé?” Magda asked mindlessly as she stared at the screen of her computer. 

Carlos turned his head in her direction as he said, “I don’t know. You’re the one who speaks the language.” 

She paused from doing her work, looking up at him before she pondered the first word he brought up. Then she let out an ‘ah’ before nodding. 

“So…? What does that mean?” Carlos asked. One year of relationship and his thirst for knowledge was an obvious factor that came with it.

“It means mahal,” Magda answered, remembering the word. She continued to read Filipino literature as she grew, not wanting to stay away from it regardless of the fact that she spent her last school years in a British school. She asked her mother questions whenever she didn’t have a single clue what a word meant, so this was a helpful thing to do, especially now that Carlos continued to ask her to teach him how to speak her language. 

“Mahal, like expensive?” Carlos asked for clarification. 

Magda shook her head, “No, not that mahal. Like mahal— you, mahal.” 

“Oh,” Carlos let out before he reiterated what she said, “mahal, like love?” 

“Yes, mahal,” she snickered quietly, calling him by the term of endearment. “Like love.” 

“So irog means love?” 

“Yes, bébé. Irog means love.”

iii. 2018 — patata, patatas. what’s the difference? 

“Oh! Hey, Mr. Alonso, you’re here just in time,” Magdalena grinned. The older man, who just arrived, shot her a confused look as she stood there with her lips spread out to a grin.

“Magda, hija, call me Fernando. It’s also nine in the morning,” Fernando Alonso sighed quietly, his hand running through his face as he looked back at the girl in the white McLaren shirt. “I think it’s too early for your optimism.” 

“You’re right,” Magda’s shoulders slumped, and her smile fell, her face showing nothing but defeat as she walked towards the Spaniard, “but don’t let my sadness get in the way of your duties today. My supervisor said that you have to do your filming for the next two videos of the channel— and you cannot, I mean CANNOT, back out this time.” 

“I can’t,” Fernando smirked playfully, “or can I?” 

“Mr. Alonso, with all due respect,” Magda sighed heavily, “I started this year. And if you continue to ditch your duties because I cannot convince you enough then I’m going to have to leave not of my own will. I did not last four years at the university just so I can have a manchild act so sassily at the person who’s merely trying her best, so please—“

“Calmaté, Magdalena. Are you okay?” Calm down. Fernando asked, reiterating his question and emphasizing the word you. 

Magda had anything but an answer; her lips pursed as she shook her head. “Can I… shit. Sorry, can I be excused for a moment? It's been a morning for me.” 

“Take all the time you need, querida,” Fernando told her with a smile, patting her on the shoulder as she gave him a grateful look before she walked out of the McLaren garage with a heave of sigh. 

Fernando Alonso pursed his lips as he caught sight of the young British reserved driver, calling him with a whistle as Lando Norris looked in his direction with a questioning expression.

“Norris, you know Carlos Sainz, yes?” Fernando asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Lando replied with a nod. “He’s a friend of mine.”

“Do me a favour, if you don’t mind,” Fernando requested, “will you please tell him Magdalena’s on break?” 

“Yeah, of course,” Lando obliged before his curiosity got the best of him as he asked, “Is she alright?” 

“I think McLaren broke her.”

“Leche,” she swore quietly as she stood behind the McLaren motorhome. Thankfully, nobody else was there to witness her on the verge of breaking down. Otherwise, that would have been embarrassing. 

She had a bad habit of pleasing people. Living in the Philippines, with her mother working overseas and her biological father being a dickhead fuck knew where Magdalena grew up wanting to appease her friends and family. Her immediate family cared very little about the achievements she reached — they were proud, sure, but how she got there was beyond what they wanted for her.

Some kids who grew up in a Filipino household aimed to please, and Magda wasn’t an exception to that. She, however, did more than what she should have been doing. All thanks to the father she had never interacted with before or ever.

Much like now. She aimed to please. Maybe that was why she got to this predicament now; crouching with her head down as she tried to keep her composure. 

She knew that everyone would kill to be in her place— working for a racing team. But for some reason, her urge to please was replaced by her fear of discomfort and disappointment. Being in a relationship with a Formula One driver taught her a lot about the sport, and she landed herself a job in a team based in England.

Being able to travel with him was a plus, but she felt that she had disappointed him. She didn’t feel as good as he told her she would when she first announced McLaren’s offer to hire her for the season. 

Was this what most Formula One wives and partners felt? Or have they embraced that lifestyle long before the drivers became so popular? She wouldn’t make a good girlfriend for everyone should they find out that she had nothing but anxiety in her system as she graced the grid with her presence. 

She was a disappointment of a Carlos Sainz fan.

His cologne lingered in the air as she witnessed him crouch down in her level, his fingers pulling her hair tie off her head, letting her long dark brown hair fall as she smiled grimly. 

He was in his Renault fireproof, his race suit hanging off his waist. He made things more angelic than normal, and she loved him so much for it. His lips pursed as his fingers continued to massage her scalp. 

“Few more months, mi vida,” Carlos murmured, his soothing voice making her feel at home. “You’re doing so good for them. Don’t let them say otherwise.” 

Sure, she could be at the hotel with Ben&Ben blasting on her phone and her figure crying in the bathtub. She could be falling into the deepest depth of her sadness, but with Carlos ditching his team before the free practice — she would rather be here than be in their shared hotel room. 

“Now c’mon, mi corazon,” he pulled her up, “I’ve managed to get my manager to come drop off some pancit to the motorhome from the hospitality.”

“Pancit?” 

“Malabon,” Carlos beamed at her, pressing his lips to her forehead. “One of the caterers gladly took my request to have some pancit malabon at the menu. It took them a couple of weeks until they finally got tired of my constant asking.”

“Hm, you’re the best, my love,” Magda told him lovingly. “Though, I prefer palabok, remember?” 

“Eh,” Carlos paused, “patata, patatas. What’s the difference? Pancit is pancit, mi amor.”

iv. 2019 — magda, maldita 

“Carlos, bebe, mahal kita. Mahal kita sobra.” I love you. I love you so much. Magda sighed as she glanced over the notepad that her fiancé left on the end table of the side of her bed— their brainstorming notepad. “But do you really want to get married in a church? In the Philippines while you’re at it?” 

“It’s an idea, mi amor,” Carlos said while he continued to do whatever he was doing in the bathroom, making her listen from the bed as he spoke, “Just how bad is it?” 

“It’s nothing bad,” Magda said quietly, “it’s just something that I wouldn’t personally do. There is a lot of paperwork to do when getting married in a church. Did you know that? Not only that, but we’d have to attend seminars about family planning— which is not right up my alley, seeing as my mother is an unmarried single mother.” 

“Paperwork is what you are worried about?” 

“Why can’t we just elope instead? My Lola grandmother and Lolo grandfather did that, and look— they have my mom, my tito uncle and tita aunt,” she suggested out of the blue. 

“And risk getting killed by either of our mothers?” Carlos scoffed, “I think we should stick to the church idea, yes, mi amor?” 

“Did you not hear the story of my grandparents, love?” Magda asked him, thankful that he couldn’t see the baffled look on her face. 

“More than I can count, mi corazon,” Carlos answered, “they ran away from home, didn’t they? Got married and had your Tia Maria, then your Mama after? They eloped because they weren’t close with their families— but we’re both very close to ours. We can’t do what your grandparents did.” 

She sighed. He wasn’t even wrong. 

The Spaniard walked out of the bathroom, his face now clean-shaven as he sat next to his fiancée. “Look, we don’t have to do the church thing. It was just an idea, hm? I know you don’t want to get married in the Philippines either, so that’s alright. We’ll just send your cousins, your aunt and uncle to wherever we’re going, then we’ll get married. Don’t worry too much.” 

“‘M sorry,” Magda murmured, her fingers fidgeting with the gold engagement ring as she continued, “I’m a killjoy.” 

“No, you’re not,” Carlos huffed out and clasped his hand with her left hand, “you’re the bride. The bride is more than permitted to weigh out the options. If you don’t want the Philippines, that’s okay.

“Truthfully, I just want to marry you,” Carlos murmured as he pulled her closer, “if we didn’t have such scary mothers, I would’ve already married you. You and your YouTube channel.” 

Magda’s chuckle vibrated in his chest as she perched on his lap, “I don’t even know if that will even work out.” 

“I am sure the wedding plans will. If it doesn’t, our marriage certainly will work out for you and your channel.”

“You are a dickhead, mahal.” “I can’t speak the truth now?” 

“There was no need to bring up the channel, dumbass.”

“Mabuti nalang may passport yung mga pinsan mo,” It’s a good thing that your cousins have passports. Alma San Pedro, Magdalena’s mother, brought up as she sat across the aforementioned woman.

Magda skimmed through the spreadsheet laid out on her laptop’s screen, keeping her eyes on the things Carlos typed out on the guest list as he actively listed who’s responsible for the catering.

Alma continued to speak, “Why didn’t you want to get married in the Philippines? You’ve always wanted to get married in the Tayabas basilica— I could have had your Tita Marie look into it.”

“That was mainly because I thought you got married there,” Magda glanced at her mother before leaving a comment on the name that Carlos had just typed down on the guest list sheet.

“Lando Norris” — Magda San Pedro (monamagsp) commented: “He finally RSVP’d?”

Carlos Sainz (carlossz) replied: “Yes. He said he forgot to do it, but I managed to get him to fill it.”

He was still at Monaco for the race, but between the busy days of partying and racing he decided to abandon his friends and stayed at the hotel to plan his wedding with Magda instead. “Besides, Ma, the wedding’s in two months. Travelling is also time-consuming for most of us.”

“You’re so picky, anak,” child. Alma replied with a playful scoff.

“And you’re not married, Mama,” Magda shot back with the same amount of humour in her tone. “People complain about both, but we can’t find ourselves to care, hm?”

“Hay nako, Ramona Magdalena,” Alma rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly. A rhetorical question escaped her mouth, “Bakit ka kaya maldita?” Why are you so cheeky/sassy? 

Mona shrugged, “Tita Maria didn’t take any shit from my private school teachers, Ma. She’s the one who took care of me while you worked here, remember? Go figures.”

“I can’t believe you’ve invited me to the wedding,” Lando’s eyes glimmered under the warm light of the ballroom hall as he excitedly spoke to Magda. “I know we didn’t speak as much last year, but the fact that you allowed Carlos to invite me? I’m so grateful, mate.”

Magdalena San Pedro— or wait, Magdalena Sainz stood across from the British man with a grin as she tucked her hands into her pockets (she had pockets on her wedding dress that she began to think that God was treating her right today).

The San Pedro-Sainz wedding ceremony took place in the Westin Palace of Madrid. With the hopes of celebrating the love that they shared for years, Carlos and Magdalena managed to get through the hour-long ceremony without a fuss. The romantic venue created an environment full of celebration while keeping it as intimate and private as it could be for their guests and themselves.

Carlos had already made his name known to the Formula One world, his talent being recognized by every fan as the season went on. But nobody knew who Magdalena was to him, and he intended to keep it that way — thus prompting him to keep his marriage a piece of confidential information. Everyone behind the scenes knew he was in a relationship, and with the hopes that he’d get even more popular, PR relationships were introduced and tossed in his way. 

None of the women he was put in the spotlight with ever lasted, and he was slowly earning the title of a Casanova. He didn’t care; he was just doing his duty and driving his car around the tracks while he worried about his partner, who now worked for a designing company based in London— where they both lived. Nobody else in the grid nor anyone in the motorsport community knew who he was romantically involved with. 

Magdalena was another story. She only began to record some videos about her lifestyle as she continued to work for some local designing firm, telling whoever was watching her videos about what she knew about this field of work or what kind of food she’d eat on certain occasions.

She wasn’t as popular as him, but she continued to keep his identity a secret. She lived an average life and she was quite content with it. She’d rather post a video of herself fucking around, but they’ve made a choice to stay private for as long as they could. 

Now Lando Norris was known to be a blabbermouth, but Magdalena had grown quite fond of him when he was still a reserved driver for McLaren as she worked as a PR coordinator for the team. They rarely spoke, sure, but she was certain that she could trust him with anything and he wouldn’t blab about it. Carlos was also friends with Lando, and they continued to be close friends, so Magda never protested against Carlos’ idea of inviting the younger man to the wedding. 

Lando then said, “I find it quite enjoyable— your wedding, I mean. It’s clearly not as big as I would have expected because well… Carlos told me that Filipino weddings are often big, but I love it! I’ve learned more about your wedding traditions than I have in sixth form about geography.”

“Gah, don’t even say that,” Magda rolled her eyes, earning a giggle from Lando as the woman continued, “It’s barely there, I think. We tried not to pour our hearts out into what they would normally practice in the Philippines or here in Spain. Some Filipino things are here — the food, my dress and my family — but it’s just something superficial, you know?” 

“It’s not even just the wedding that taught me a lot!” Lando exclaimed as he laughed, “Your cousins, Lomi, Niño and Lucia? Yeah, I sat with them during the whole ceremony so they kept telling me about wedding traditions and some superstitions: like how you shouldn’t have any relative marry at the same time as you because it’s cursed.” 

“Really? I’m surprised they haven’t said anything mundane,” Magda saw Lando nod at her statement.

“They also started to say that you took one for the team—“ Lando’s forehead creased as he said, “I asked them what they meant by that, then they only said you’re heroic.” 

“Diyos ko.” My god. Magda scoffed. Her cousins spelled nothing but trouble and god did she despise them at times. 

“What? What did that mean, Mags?” Lando asked.

Magda sighed exasperatedly, and with a defeated tone, she answered, “Making up for the challenge we’ve lost, apparently.” 

“Huh?” 

“It’s— just ask Carlitos,” Magda waved off, “I’ve had to explain the concept of colonialism to too many people before. I think it’s time Carlos did it for me.”

v. 2024 — paninindigan kita (stand by you)

Mamahalin kita buong-buo. I will love you completely.

“So, tell us about yourself.”

“I’m Carlos Sainz— or wait, do you want me to speak Tagalog?” The Ferrari driver asked as he stood in front of the camera, his linen shirt in the view of the lens as he waited to be instructed.

“Directing this music video is the dumbest idea I could’ve ever made,” Magda deadpanned from behind the camera as the videography crew laughed alongside the band members, her voice being picked up by the microphone easily.

Their Philippines trip, which they should’ve made a while ago, was something of an experience for the couple.

It was the first time they’d been seen in public— with everyone finding out about their marriage after Carlos’ Instagram story slip-up when he accidentally posted a photo of Magdalena’s selfie that she sent when she travelled to the country long before this. 

It really was an accident if you were to ask him. But it was something inevitable, and all Magda could do was laugh and make her presence known not only to her fans but to those who were more than interested to know about her. His fans. 

Now, they were in an Airbnb somewhere in the Quezon Province as they filmed some form of documentary. It was meant to be a storytelling music video about their relationship and the romance that came with it, but after seeing Carlos’ script reading at the Shell commercial, Magda practically banned him from acting.

She was a popular content creator in the Philippines regardless of her living situation; she lived in Madrid with her husband for almost five years. And with her popularity in the Philippines came acquaintances who were more than willing to collaborate with her. The folk-pop band called Ben&Ben asked if she was more than willing to shoot a music video with them. Direct it, even. 

The song they released practically spoke about her life with Carlos. At first, she didn’t think too much of the lyrics and just enjoyed the rhythm of the song, then she realized how similar it was to their relationship, from the courtship (and her outward refusal to continue this romance with him at the very beginning) to their vows to love each other as they grow old, and decided that perhaps it was time to show to the world how they truly love each other. 

Carlos agreed, knowing that outside of his life as a Ferrari driver and a Formula One figure, he had nothing else in life but her and her alone. He knew that she was the one thing that he kept from everyone to provide security for his wife. He waited patiently for her — and it was now paying off. Now, he was standing in front of a camera, waiting to be filmed for his interview. 

It was better than the countless documentaries and the Netflix series that he had to do interviews and filming duties for. Because this time, he got to discuss his wife, Magdalena Sainz, instead of his car. 

“Can I speak Tagalog?” Carlos repeated, his typical confused expression being displayed before the others.

Magda shook her head, “You’ll butcher it, Carlitos.”

“Excuse me, Ramona,” Carlos gasped in mock offence. “I can speak it!” 

“Clearly not good enough,” Magda shot back, making the others laugh at the banter between the pair. 

“Your Español isn’t any better then, mi vida,” Carlos scoffed, placing his hand on his chest. 

Magda said, “There’s a reason why I only listen to you and your family when you speak, honey.” 

“This is what I have to deal with every day, by the way,” Carlos pointed out to their audience, making the others burst out laughing as he offered his wife a playful glare. 

One of the videographers spoke before Magda could make a comeback, “Wait, the camera’s still on.”

“Oh shit,” Carlos and Magda both swore before they both laughed. Their banter was caught on camera and they were laughing about it.

It took them good ten seconds to return to their composure as the camera stopped recording. 

Magda cleared her throat, clapping her hands as the camera began recording, and she instructed her husband, “Carlos, we can both speak English— it’s fine. Just speak in English, alright?” 

“Okay, fine,” Carlos rolled his eyes and muttered, “mi esposa. Muy quisquilloso.” My wife. So picky. The microphone attached to his shirt picked up on his comment.

“This is so going to the music video,” one of the band members giggled. 

Magda then continued with the recording segment as she spoke to her husband while she stood behind the camera, “Alright, please state your name and how long you have been with your partner?” 

Carlos nodded and beamed slightly as he stared back at Magda, who was smiling as she expected his answer. With a cheerful tone, he said, “My name is Carlos Sainz. I have been with my wife, Magdalena San Pedro Sainz, for seven years and three months and have been married to her for four years and six months.” 

“What prompted you to stand by her?” Magda asked as she continued to beam at him, not even noticing the heart eyes of the other people in the room. 

Eight years and still extremely in love. 

He answered, “Her determination, wits and her ability to stand by me no matter what kind of disaster came and went made me realize that falling in love with her was worth the effort to make.”

It was no wonder people thought their relationship had nothing to do with two worlds colliding.

Even with their constant light bickering, Magdalena and Carlos Sainz learned how to love each other through words — whether it was their native languages or their secondary ones. What mattered was that they understood the meaning of their love, regardless of what kind of language they had to translate it to.

fin.

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Rise!Leo with a filipino s/o

(This is self indulgent and also bc i don't see alot of filipino fics in general so here you go filipino rottmnt fans!)

P.s. i can't speak spanish and i used google translate <3

Him being Leo, he thought you were spanish for the LONGEST time

Before dating, he'd secretly listen in to you sing

Boy is fucking SWOONING

If you can't sing, he'd probably watch you dance and stuff

Back to the he-thought-you-were-spanish thing, he eventually found out you weren't spanish, but infact filipino via this convo:

"Y/n! Y/n y/n! ¿Cómo está mi español? ¿buen derecho?"

"Uhh.. what??"

"My spanish! Good wasn't it?"

You almost cracked up

"Leo.. i'm filipino, not— not spanish, dude.." you tried to keep in your laughter but it failed for the most part

He didn't get what the difference was, but when you explained it to him, he kinda just went red

"W-well, pfftt– i knew that! Totally, totally.."

Poor boy was embarrased lol

He's absolutely terrified and kinda attracted to your swearing

You'd be playing a video game

"Bobong punyeta.." (Stupid asshole..) "Tangina mo!" (Your mom's a whore!) "Linte.." (fuck..)

"Oh my god i love you."

"What?"

"What?"

If you can sing, karaoke nights with you are going to end up with everyone defeated and Leo bragging about you

If you can dance, you try to beat all their DDR scores but JUST fall short from donnie which now starts a never ending dance battle between you two that ends at 2 in the morning

Overall, he loves you for who you are and he won't change a thing about you

______

Dont take this too seriously, it took me like 30 mins to write this bc i got bored lmao

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt filipino #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x filipino reader #rise leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #filipino reader

[ginniemouse]

Life Updates and Random Thoughts (that no one really asked me for)

So ayun, I'm really trying my best to document everything in here since Tumblr, as far as I know, is still my safe space. Especially, all my moments with Carl. Pero ganon siguro minsan when you are happy, you forget social media, you even forget socializing lalo na kung baliw ka at ginawa mong mundo yung tao. Hahaha. That sounds so fucking bad.

But, true, so sige, Carl and I - our situation has gone so far already. Wait, tama ba English ko? Nabobo na ko. But yeah, for more than a year, napaka-rollercoaster netong emosyon kong hatid na sitwasyon namin. Rollercoaster din kasi tong sitwasyon. Haynako, pakinggan nalang natin ang Hot and Cold by Katy Perry.

Nabaliw na talaga ako. Siya na lang laman ng mga panalangin ko. Siya yung ipinagpapanata ko. Mas mahal ko siya kaysa sa sarili ko.

And recently, nalulungkot na ako because God has been showing me the answers pero bobo ata talaga ako. I probably know, deep in my heart, that God is saying NO. Pero ano bang hindi nakukuha sa panalangin? Ipinagmamakaawa ko na maging dapat kami para sa isa't-isa. Pero out of desperation, ang dami kong thoughts na labag naman sa utos Niya, at may ginagawa kami na labag sa utos Niya. Nakakaiyak na talaga. Hahahahaha.

I always feel like I am running out of time. Pakiramdam ko palagi siyang nawawala. Pakiramdam ko palagi niya kong iiwanan. With that, palagi akong anxious. Little change in his emotion or mood, nababaliw talaga ako.

It may sound that he's really bad for me, but he has done so many things for me din naman.

He cares.

Or I don't know. I am probably just romanticizing all the things he's doing to give justification of this madness.

Alright, enough with Carl.

It's been 3 weeks since I moved in my new apartment. Nakakalungkot talaga, punyeta. I feel more alone. Ang dami-dami kong breakdowns at feel na feel ko ang pagiging adult at ramdam na ramdam ko ang absence ng mga magulang ko. Ako na lang talaga mag-isa sa buhay.

Tapos, ang hirap hirap, dahil nga wala naman akong mga magulang at mga kapatid, wala naman akong masasandalan kaya kahit pagod na pagod ako sa trabaho ko, di ako pwedeng sumuko. Ni hindi ako pwedeng mag leave kasi sayang ang bayad.

With that, dami ko ng errors din. Plus, magre-resign na ako dito sa part-time kong napaka-toxic. I have never cried because of workload, dito lang talaga na part-time pa ha. Utang na loob. Part time pero kino-consume niya ang pagkatao ko ng 24/7.

Naghahanap ako ng mga new clients or at least, new work. Kasi napaka-dami kong bayarin. Kailangan ko pa rin naman magpatuloy sa buhay na to kahit napaka-shitty. Masarap naman kasi talagang mabuhay lalo na kung wala kang problema pinansyal. Okay na ko sa breakdowns at episodes basta makapunta pa rin ako ng mga cafes at kumain ng masarap.

Kailangan ko talagang magtipid dahil maghihirap at magdarahop ako hanggang 2025. Magdarahop amp.

Hopefully, maipagpatuloy ko ang pagbayad ng DP sa aking H&L. Kapag nakalipat kasi ako, mas malaki na ang matitipid ko.

Gusto ko lang matuto sa pera. Dahil napakabalahura ko at impulsive at magastos. Kailangan ko ng kontrol, please, self.

[antobnimoss]

Im bored so here's some modern au headcanons

filipino!reader who is queer afab and uses he/him pronouns and he/they queer camilo

warnings: ???

Headcanons ↓

you reading fanfiction in ao3 or wattpad this mf will watch you read just bc he's bored

wherever you are he's always by your side physically or not

will get on your back and watch you do whatever you do on your phone while you're laying in your stomach

it's cold? they will take your shared blanket from you and you have to snatch it so that you guys share the blanket

"you're going to your birthplace/province *gasp* CAN I GO WITH YOU!1!1!1!1!"

if you're watching a movie and you guys don't have a blanket and it's cold, he will share his ruana with you

learnt some tagalog curse words and uses it when talking to you (such as gago, tanga, punyeta)

will complain to you that twitter is so toxic and full of hate and then continues to show you what he saw in his tl that he bookmarked

when you guys are away from eachother he will send you a chat on what he does every detail

probably uses discord

you guys have the same interest so yea

have a secret vent account and they doesn't know that you know that account exist

back hugs. you both love back hugs.

jumpscares you whenever you don't know he's near you

if your love language is quality time

he will sit in a room with you and do whatever the fuck he wants but if you prefer quiet presence he'll just sit and scroll through apps

(im lazy so sorry for the ones who have other love language ^–^; )

sleepovers yea you guys get to sleepover every fucking night his family don't really mind knowing nothing yk will happen

idk what to add now so I'll end it here i will probably post another part if i get some ideas 😊

#encanto #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo my beloved #headcanons #filipino reader #queer reader

[bbarican]

12:58 am

my tita and tito are home from the states! but - as much as i love them and love that theyre here, i just hate how the party is here in our house too

mga badet ala una na po ng madaling araw, nagrereklamo pa talaga sila na gutom na gutom na sila eh di sana kumain kayo ng maayos even before the gathering; tapos talagang wala silang hiya when my tita offered to buy them food as in naka 2k+ yung tita ko sa mcdo punyeta at this hour? just because the kids really want chicken nuggets and 20 pcs might not fit for them ay jusko

basta ako matutulog na ko, naiinis ako kasi ang kalat at ang dumi ng bahay namin

#thoughts

[walangmaisippnaurl]

feeling ko ngayon ako nagbuburst kasi ipon na ipon na rants ko here. punyeta gusto ko na maka alis dito.

[shhthesecretdiary]

I was excluded in a meeting today.

I won't be petty and I don't want to think about it too deeply, but I admit, it kinda bothers me. I was thinking, maybe it doesn't concern me naman, and it's okay. Kasi about naman siya sa absconding ni Shabeer.

But it did let me think what my role to this company. It makes me feel so little. I'm starting to connect a little to some of my colleagues, pero kung iisipin mo, everything is almost just transactional, so I need to be wary of opening up too much to them.

I am already thinking of resigning. After all, I am 23, I have a lot of risk allowance. I can't be stuck here. Pero ayon, need ko pa umuwi next year and mag-avail ng leave. Pero I think the disappointment just expanded when I saw my post-probation increase. Nakakagago as in. Considering my previous pay, kahit standard ang tinaas ko, 'di naman yata makatarungan yung 4,500 na sahod. Punyeta. I know I should be grateful, but I know I am deserving of something more.

I am not yet the best accountant out there, but I feel like my world is so small here. Oo nga't nae-expose ako sa iba't ibang tasks, pero nao-overshadow pa rin ako ni Daisy who takes credit to some of my works. To a lot of them, I am just someone who issues JOs and Invoices, and someone who is just here for the Petty Cash reimbursements. Haha puta, gusto ko rin naman gamitin utak ko. The puzzle doesn't fit. I know I have knowledge but it is not the one they are looking for.

My beginners self tells me that I need to persevere, to challenge myself more, pero pagod na ako. I hope they also realize that even though people must learn how to stand on their own, people like me who is just starting in the workforce needs more support than others.

I wasn't given a proper training, or a proper course to enhance my skills. Tengga lang lagi, nakatanga. Oo natatakot pa rin ako humarap sa client but please, train me.

Reality check, I know I won't dare to leave at least next year. For my next job, I really hope to be a much developed finance professional, someone who is seen for their efforts, kasi if nasa accounts team ka sa isang law firm? Dadaan-daanan ka lang.

Underappreciated, undercompensated.

Lalo na pag Filipino ka.

I also need to take care of myself more. Pagod na ako kakabyahe AHAHAHA.

As I always think, I don't want to be a soulless adult.

[yurhighnessmio]

✍️Vampires have no blood so they get drunk faster than people.

Short Story #9 - May 7, June 29, 20, 2022; Thrusday; 12:34am

Once upon a time became a lie the moment a few idiots decided that it was a brilliant idea to be complete dumbasses.

Thomas, Rudy, and Frankie were already saying their cheers to their new roommate before the motherfucker even arrived. The tv had been on but no one seemed to be watching it. Food and alcohol scattered on the mini living room table as they plumped their asses on the dirty rug that -probably, and without certainty,- hasn't been washed in two years.

They had one bottle of alcohol, two shots for each of them and they were as drunk as virgins.

Thomas raised a glass, "To, uh..."

The other two raised theirs and waited for him.

"To um..." he frowned, "Who-"

"Punyeta, you don't know the guy?" Blurted Rudy.

"Hey, hey, hey, maybe he forgot, maybe he forgot." Said Frankie, who casually put an arm over Rudy as he patted his chest, "Give, um... give him time. Alright? D'you, look, d'you...His face. He's a little twinkle."

Frankie looked up. Apparently moving so suddenly made Frankie dizzy enough that he was seeing sparks in his drunken state.

Rudy, seemingly sorry, slowly looked at Thomas and lowered his shotglass. "I...I didn't know you were a twinkle."

Hurt and severely confused, tears blobbed in Thomas's eyes as he replied with a saddened tone, "I...I didn't know that either..."

A tear stained Rudy's cheek, "I'm so sorry, Tomas..."

He sniffed, "It's Thomas."

"Be strong, Thom, be strong."

He nodded, "Thank you, Frankie. You're a good friend."

"I know, right? Here, have a ceviche, have it..."

It was then when a knock could be heard coming from the door. All the attention immediately moved from Thomas to the man who came in. He was carrying nothing but a backpack, luggage, and a phone, and whatever he was wearing looked like something out of a fashion magazine.

"Hello, I'm Luca. Is this room 460? I couldn't really tell because the number plate is missing, so..."

"Luh puta, who da pak are you?" spouted Rudy in a tone, angry that their little celebration was disrupted.

"Calma, Rogelio, calma." hushed Frankie,

"I just said my name is Lu-wait," Luca asked after a pause, "Are you all drunk? Isn't alcohol banned in the dormitories? You three are gonna get in a lot of trouble."

"Yes Luca, this is room 460." answered Thomas in a daze.

"Oi, you know him?" asked Rudy.

"Yeah, he's the new vamp." Thomas smiled. However, that smiled sluggishly transitioned into a shock of surprise before he repeated, "He's the new vamp!"

"Oh shet, he's the new vamp?"

"He's the new vamp! He's the new vamp!" Frankie echoed in a cheer as he gestures for Luca to come closer and leave his things on the living room couch.

Rudy gestured to come close, "Oi chinito, cam hir."

"What?"

He echoed, "I sed cam hir, you stuped?"

Frankie smirked before a chuckle came out, which he is desperately trying to hold in, "Three shots...He's at it again, he's at it!"

Thomas added, "Stop it Rude, you're scaring him."

"Wat? No I'm nat. Hoy, Lucas. Cam hir, I hab someting to sey to you."

"Uh..."

Just watching watching these three easily made Luca severely concerned for his own well being. He doesn't know whether he should or should not humor them or, whether he should just pretend he went into the wrong room and leave before it's too late.

Rudy raised his voice with an insult added to the mix, along with his attempts to be intimidating despite his intoxicated demeanor, "Puntangina, I sed cam hir are you deaf! So your ears are por decoreytions ha?"

Luca hesitated at first, but had no choice to humor them by the end when the one called Frankie dragged him to sit in between himself and Rudy. Thomas on the other hand, got up and put Luca's things on the side for him.

It was then when rudy, in a change of tone, put an arm over Luca. "Hailo!" he said, and begins to introduce himself, "I am Rogelio, nice to meet you. You can col me Rudy, Rude, Ydur-pronounced as E-dur-, Dur, Didi, Rudrud, Elio, or Ogi. Dat australiano one, is Tomas-"

"It's Thomas." he corrected.

"And dis one is Prankie."

"It's FRANKie, actually, Frankie."

"So, Lucas!"

"My name is Luca."

"Same sound, Chinito." he dismissed, "Anyway," he grinned, miniacally, and in a whisper, he asked, "wat's your type?"

Frankie burst out a sudden 'HA!' before immediately holding himself back with a palm over his mouth. Thomas on the other, was stuck with an evergrowing grin on his face.

"My...type?" Luca echoes as his eyes dart to the two before they move back to Rudy, "Oh, uh, I'd like to keep that private if I can..."

This was when Frankie bursts out a pit of laughter, repeating, 'He fell for it! He fell for it!' outloud to hinself without any regard to how Luca might be feeling. But then again, they're drunk, what are their sanity to do?

Oh and Thomas, thank Thomas, merely smiled and explained, "He means your blood type, mate."

Flustered, he said, "Oh, what? Okay, that's my bad. I'm a B."

This was when Rudy joined in on the laughing with Frankie. Gripping his stomach as his body fell flat to the floor of exhaustion as the both of them chanted, 'He's a B! He's a B! Haha! This poor shit!"

Luca at this point, was mildly offended with all their mocking. He replied, "What? you got a problem with B-vamps? what's wrong with being a B?"

Instead of an answer, there was a loud gasp from Thomas that managed to somehow silence the other two sober. All three looking at Luca with the face of discomfort.

Thomas muttered, "Luca, do you not..."

Frankie joined, "He...he doesn't..."

Then Rudy screamed, "He doesn't know!"

And Luca, being gravely concerned by the sudden change in attitude, answered, "I dont know? I don't know what?"

Silence, the three eyed each other and gathered in a certain distance from Luca to form a circle.

"Boys..." Thomas said, "We need to think about how to handle this really carefully."

"Really carefully." Frankie butt in, "Really carefully, right. I agree."

"What do we do?"

They begin to whisper to each other, aggressively, before the ended up shoving Frankie to confront and explain things to Luca.

Frankie stiffened as he faced him, "I'm gonna say it." He said, "I'm gonna say it, okay? I'm gonna say it."

"Okay...? Say it then." Luca dared.

"You've heard all about those vampire stereotypes right?"

"Yeah...."

Frankie took a breath, a very deep one, before he put a hand over Luca's right shoulder. "I'm sorry to say this, Luca, but it's true..." Then with a sad frown that lasted a second, paused, and added, "For you, anyway."

"...What?"

Frankie turned to the other two who are now apparently sitting a few meters away and into the corner of the living room.

They shake their head : No.

Frankie frowned.

"B vamps..." He began to explain, "Are victims to all of the stereotypes."

"I don't understand..."

"What? You should. That's how it works. I explain + you understand = Merry New (Vamp) Year!"

Luca shook his head, "No, no, that's not it. What do you mean 'for me'?" He asked, "Aren't you?"

"HA! No. No, not me, no."

Luca only looked on with confusion until he head a little chuckle coming from Thom as he walked closer to the both of them. Rude however, stayed behind to take another shot.

"You see, Luca." Said Thom, "There are 4 vamp types. AB, A, B, and the O. It just so happens that all the vampire stereotypes are true for the B-vamps."

Rude announced, "Oi, at least you ain't vegan!"

"...What?"

This was when both Rude and Frankie joined eyes and let out mockingly loud laughters that lead to them rolling on the carpet with hands on their stomachs and tears in their eyes.

Not Thom though.

"Thomas...right?" Luca questioned, hesitant, "You're...vegan?"

"I, um..."

Then the laughing suddenly grew louder, morphing to monterous noises-Frankie's, a long-breathed howl. Rudy's, a rapid-paced machine gun.

"Yes!" Frankie pointed, "That's a yes!"

Luca cannot even begin to comprehend how he should even properly react to this. He's never seen a vegan vampire before. Hell, he didn't even know they existed. He needed tp understand. "Wait, I don't...I dont understand...AB's are...vegetarians? I-Hold on... How does that even work?"

There was a short pause.

"...Oi, tell em."

"You can do it, Thom! You can do it! I believe in you!"

And like the bunch of morons they are, the two started singing the song 'You can do it' sung by the rats in Cinderella. Except, they're only singing the tone while repeating 'You can do it' again and again.

Thom sighed, "Only the women drink blood when you're an AB... The men...don't really work like that.'

"I don't understand....but then what do you eat to keep yourself alive?"

"I uh..."

And then there was silence.

Thom turned back to the the other two holding hands while facing towards each other with eyes darting towards him...waiting, for his response. Their shut lips and puffed up cheeks were telling him that something was about to burst.

Thom knows. He just does. And he doesn't like it.

"I..."

He takes a peek at the two again, their grins practically bigger than the chashire's at this point. But there's no choice...

He hesitated, "...I drink coconut juice."

The moment he answers, the other two burst into waves of laughter that flushed Thomas's face red.

He explains to Luca, "It's a good blood alternative... Anyway, it's embarrassing whenever I have to explain it, but it does have its benefits..."

Luca dared not to show that he was surprised, "Like what?"

"Well," Thom paused, "I can walk out in the day...under the sun, I mean. That's cool."

Luca, this time, actually gasped to his surprise, "That's possible? Wow... How?"

"It's not a matter of 'how'...It's only a thing that's possible if you're a male AB-vamp. Doesn't really work for other vamps. At least, that's what I've observed. And since we can't have children like humans do, all the women do the multiplying in our part. The men...don't really do much of anything."

Rude sighed after his bust of laughter, "Oh, to be vegan..."

Frankie added, "That's precisely why he's usually the one that does all the grocery shopping!"

"We could always get the groceries at night," Thom explained, "but they're insistent. And naggy. Children in adult suits."

"It must be amazing." Luca said, "I only usually see the what the sun looks like online. I've always been curious, see. Admittedly so, it does seem somewhat inconvenient that only the women do all the...um...work..."

Thom smiled, "It isn't that bad. In fact, it's a treat: i don't have to hurt anybody. Plus, wait till you hear the things these two have to do to turn people."

Curiosity beat him, and his eyes drove to face the other two now sipping their shots of nearly spilling alcohol. He didn't even need to ask what he wanted to ask. Rudy saw, and he knew he needed to give an explanation.

"Hash. I know wat you're tinking." Rudy waved the shot at him after gulping it in one go, "Wat am I? Well, I am a type A-bamp. Meaning, my ultimeyte goal is: I hab to use my manly charms to seduce dem enap to pall in lab with me. Man, wooman, kid, doesent matter. Once dey're in lab wid me, CHOMP, dey're a bamp-and my dedicated serbant. Rowmantic, noh?"

"Oh. That kind of does sound romantic...minus the biting part...and the children part."

Frankie gulped his shot and refilled it again as he added to the conversation, "The problem is, he's about as seductive as a fucking cabbage-has zero sense of actual romance."

"Punyeta, shut ap! I'll get one, olright? Just you weyt."

Thom leaned into Luca's ear, "He always says that and yet he never does."

Frankie nodded, "True...True..."

Rudy's face went about as flustered as a cherry when his anger boiled alongside his drunkeness. He exclaimed at Frankie, "Well, at list I'm nat like you! You should know wat dis dick has to do to-"

"Oi, oi... Shush!"

And as if Luca's eyes peaked over a high wall, he asked, "Why? How does he do it?"

"No! Stop!" Frankie glared at Rudy, "Dont you dare, Elio, dont you say one word..."

"Dis dick has no choice but to packing campeyn and ask por dam permission ebery packing time-"

"Heartless!"

"My heart's been dead por a long time, Prank, a long paking time!"

"Doesn't mean you gotta be a bitch!"

"You tink calling me bitch works? I'b accepted dat da moment I got bitten terty-two years ago! I am a natural whore, Prank! I'b libd with it den, I can lib wid it now! Do behter!"

Thom sighed, "Calm down, you two."

But they didn't calm down. Instead, they've begun fighting, kicking, beating each other, and with each punch, kick, slap, and pinch, a new bruise would form easily as if their skin was as soft and tender as a baby's.

Thom pulled Luca to the counch as they watched the two go at each other. They sat down, and took a drink. Thom offered Luca one, but the boy refused.

Without being asked, Thom began to explain how Rudy, being an A-vamp, also means that he is unable to use mirrors, and cant, for the life of him, get any sort of contact with silver.

"So one time, when Rudy had a fight with his human girlfriend, she got so ticked that she started wearing silver bracelets, earrings and piercings. You should've seen him go, "babe, come on." like it wasn't a big deal when it is. The girl didn't know how bad it would've affected him though. Still, it was hilarious." And then he pointed at Frankie. "Frankie on the other hand, would burn when in contact to garlic. So you can bet the man never has garlic breath. Oh, and he'll immediately turn to ashes if he ever gets a wooden steak to the chest. So in short, well, he'll die, fairly quickly. But then again, what person doesn't die when stabbed to the chest with a steak? Hm. Oh, and ignore them. they'll settle down soon."

"I'll...take your word on that."

Around this time is when Thom has begun to feel completely sober. Since vamps have little to no blood in their system, it causes them to have (1) low alcohol tolerance, and (2) slow alcohol circulation. But despite this, they have (3) a quick ability to sober up. Which is almost always a benefit than a liability. One to three shots of anything usually last 10 to 15 minutes at most.

"There are three things all vamps have in common though..." Thom eventually added.

"What is that?"

"Besides the fact that we have to get bitten and have permanent low alcohol tolerance, we are also allergic to holy water. That's why there are no vamps in africa."

"...I dont get it." Luca had to ask, "What wrong with africa?"

"It rains holy water there...or so I've heard. Who knows? I've never actually been there myself."

Thom looked at the two, who, at this point, stopped fighting, somehow managed to get two more shots each, and have begun describing each other's appearance.

Rudy had a tear running down his cheek with a pout on his lips as he mumbled aloud to himself, "I miss my pace... I wanna see my pace..."

"You wanna see yourself with a face like that? Added Frankie.

"Wat? wat's wrong wid my pace?"

"You're short."

"I..." There was a sniffle, "No I'm nat."

Luca whispered to Thom, "What's that got to do with his face?"

But Thom sighed, "Its...best if you don't get yourself involved."

And so the two went back to observing the morons in silence.

"Wait, wait, wait...Let me draw you." Frankie said.

"Okey, bat let me draw too."

"Okay. Make, uhm, make sure it looks good..."

Rudy chuckled, "Op corse I look good, wat are you talking about?"

Luca whispered to Thom once again, "...Can't they just...take pictures?"

"...Like I said, best not get involved. Save your sanity for next time."

Silence, the two of them move to the kitchen.

"Come on."

Thom opens the fridge that's filled mostly with nothing but bags of blood and coconut juice which, Luca assumes, is Thom's, before Luca sees the man grabe one and chug it half of it fown in three gulps.

"Oh, sorry, did you want one? The school provides them for us by the week so you're free to get one whenever since you're going to live here now..."

"Oh. Oh no, I'm good. I just had one given to me before I got here, actually. Also, I have my own stash."

"That's good then."

When the two of them sat in the kitchen table in silence, it took a while of waiting for Thom to finish his drink before a conversation could start again.

"So..." Thom eventually said, "How did it happen?"

"Hm? What?"

"I mean, I understand if you don't wanna talk about it. A lot of the vamps I know didn't really have...fond memories...of their...first day. If you get what I mean."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know, when, when you turned. Mine wasn't very long ago, got bit cause I fell in love to an A-vamp. Have been long out of that though, don't worry... So... How about you?"

"Uh, um, no it wasn't..."

"It wasn't that bad, was it? sorry, am i being rude by asking or-"

"Oh, no no, it isn't like that. It's just that...It isn't actually...No, um, sorry...It wasn't..."

"Wait, hold on, let me guess... It's definitely not love because you barely flinched when I mentioned how I turned. Say, conversion? Did an O-vamp convince you to give em a bite somehow or...?"

"It's nothing like that..."

"Must be an interesting story if it wasn't."

"Not really..."

"Okay then, how? I'm all ears."

"...I was born."

🌟

Questions?

Comments?

Advice?

No?

Have a great day.

#literature #short story #writing #writing prompt #oneshot

[honey10393]

hi it's me again, smth triggered me again.

napansin ko na everytime may nawawala sa office, may malaking guilt akong nararamdaman, hindi dahil kinuha ko o ano yung bagay kundi dahil dapat chineck ko ng maayos.

laging ganon, na parang responsabilidad ko kung may nawala, na kasalanan ko kung bakit hindi ko maalala, na hindi ako responsible enough para maalala yung package na dumating.

hindi ko alam kung dahil ba eto sa traumatic experiences ko nung bat o dahil sa toxic response na naririnig ko noong bata ako.

so here is what i'm gonna do:

gagawa ako ng folder sa pc ng lavoro "second brain"

don ko isstore lahat ng pacchi, lahat ng dumadating, lahat ng notes na dapat naming malaman para next time hindi ako masstress para maalala kung nasan lahat

pipicturan ko lahat ng pacco na dumating

kung nasan sila nakalagay sa office

kung pano namin iniwan bago may maglilinis at bago weekend

nakakastress kasi normal lang hindi maalala lahat at dahil mahina ang memory ko, pipicturan ko para nakastore sa computer at hindi sa utak ko punyeta.

#personal

[harayamanawara]

11/4/22 11:44PM

Hello!

Ang ganda nung header. 11/4, friday night, sa oras na 11:44 ng gabi.

Pang-ilan ko na bang tumblr blog 'to? Hindi ko na mabilang. Nandito na naman ako sa bago kasi obviously, I already forgot the password for the rest of my tumblr accounts. Okay lang, importante hindi ko sila dinelete. Kasi ando'n lahat.

Anyway, I am here to share what I am feeling again. Aww. Feels like I'm 13 years old again!! When I first created a personal tumblr just to kwento everything that has been going on in my lifeee :''> I was contented with it, na pinopost ko lang lahat parang online journal kasi with pictures pa until I received my first like sa post na yun. I got hungry for more. So I discovered the filipino tumblr where pinoys lurk here on tumblr na nagpopost din ng quotes and everything. Basically, parang twitter? Hahaha. Although parang di ganon kalaki yung community. Wait nawala na ko sa kwento. Ayun na nga, I got hungry for the likes, reblogs, anonymous messages, messages from mutuals, I was just hungry for attention. Tapos it drained me too. I was a teen, emotional HAHAHA. Felt like I have to be the center of the universe. Lol. But then I grew up, I discovered who I am, because obviously I went to university where it has become my eye-opener. I discovered myself more, I was getting my shit done, I am becoming my own. So yeah, I learned a lot.

Here it goes.

I am currently unemployed. 2 months. Resigned from my previous employer. Because I feel like there was something lacking with the management. And yea another reason is because sobrang nakakapagod sa physical and mental health. As a healthcare worker, I was doubting myself and anxiety creeps in every second I get to work. I needed to recharge and rethink my decisions in life. JK. I just needed rest. And then think things through, what I want to pursue next.

Think it was the hospital that's really giving me anxiety. But then I am a HCW, this is normal. Anxiety is a part of the daily routine. So who am I kidding?

Now I am looking for another hospital for my second job. LOL. Pakshet. Sabi ko napagod nga ako sa hospital so bakit yun padin hinahanap ko. putangina kasi ng inflation, ni baby m. HAHAHA. OO isisisi ko talaga sa gobyerno yung nararamdaman ko ngayon.

Una sa lahat, ayaw ko pang sukuan yung hospital. Gusto ko pang sumubok nang mas matagal. Mga dalawang taon siguro. Tapos lilipad na ko pa ibang bansa para maging OFW. At hindi ko alam kung saan ko gustong mabuhay... basta ngayon ang alam ko gusto ko na makaalis sa lugar kung nasan ako. I need a new environment. I feel like that's the solution to my problem right now lol. Iniisip ko siguro mas magiging okay ako kung magisa ako, living alone, for my peace of mind. Yung kahit umuwi ako at umiyak dahil sa trabaho, walang magsasabi sakin na "Alam mo ikaw kasi, ang dali mong panghinaan ng loob. Ang bilis mong sumuko". Pero kaya ko talaga iniiyak kasi gusto ko lang ilabas yung pagod. At kapag sinasabi kong "ayoko na"... KImmy lang yon :( HAHAHA. Pero inayawan ko nga talaga ang first job lol. I feel like I need to be alone :((( para mapilitan akong kayanin. Kayanin lahat, kayanin mag trabaho, para sa bills, para matuto sa mga simpleng bagay katulad ng pagdedesisyon kung anong uulamin, anong isusuot sa lakad, hindi yung lagi akong nanghihingi ng opinion ng ibang tao sa paligid ko dahil nga mas nagrerely ako sa decision nila kesa sa utak ko :) Kasi I don't trust myself, I know I'm gonna make bad decisions kaya hinihingi ko opinion nila :) HEHE. Gusto ko matuto magisa talaga :(((

Feeling ko worthless useless ako as of the moment LOL. Kasi wala pa kong nahahanap na work na gusto ko :( Na dapat nga kumuha na agad ako dahil ang daming nag hire, ako lang tong mapili punyeta. Kapal ng mukha, kala mo mayaman :---) Eh atat na atat na nga makaalis ng bansa :P HOIII tanggapin mo na trabajo teh :(( Di ka mayaman, wala kang pera pang apply para makalabas ng bansa pota ka. HMP.

Namimili ako, pero humihingi na lang din ako ng sign kung para saan ako... hahaha.

Go, Angela!!! Kaya mo yan. Di ka pababayaan ni Lord.

Time check: 11/05/2022 12:08AM

Good night <3

#a's

[sikmurangmaingay]

Nakakairita, yung feeling na nangingisay ka tas di mo alam kung anong nangyari that time, tas ang sakit ng kasu-kasuan mo. Bakit ako pa? yun ang paulit-ulit kong tinatanong. Bakit? Bakit pa ako nagkaroon ng ganitong sakit. tas only child pa ko. kung sakaling tumanda ako, walang mag-aalaga sa akin. Sobrang iba yung inexpect ko sa pagpunta ko dito sa u.s. Tangina. Punyeta. Bwiset. punong puno ng galit ang puso ko ngayon, and to think na parents ko lang kasama ko dito, konting kibot ko, magagalit na sila sakin, sobrang sensitive nila. Bawal na bang maglabas ng nararamdaman ngayon? shit. poot ang laman ng puso ko ngayon, imbes na i-comfort nila ako, lalo pa nilang dinadagdagan ang apoy na nasa puso ko. imbes na maging tubig, lalo pa nilang dinadagdagan. tangina lang eh.. nakakahiya yung sakit ko.. yung hitsura ko, yung feeling, lahat. bakit?Everything here is so depressing. hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko.

#buhay sa amerika #buhay amerika #kalokohan #kagaguhan #kalandian #tangina #mga kagaguhan ko #love quotes #love #love quote #quotes #angat buhay ngo #buhay probinsya #buhay #angat buhay lahat #buhayofw

[o-avosetta]

dyaryo

I bought a physical newspaper today for the first time in years, and it was a revelation. I just got fed up with the way I was getting news online. Stuff was always about the "biggest" issues (biggest to Westerners, usually). There was never enough about my own country, or the stuff about my country tended to be about just one thing (those fucking elections).

I found myself making a caffeine run to the 7-11 this afternoon and decided to throw in ₱20 for the last copy of a top national broadsheet. I got so much more news, about so many more various topics and issues, from a minute's skimming of the pages than I typically get from my multiple online social feeds.

Insert appropriate and witty conclusion about the state of news media, journalism, and public opinion here. This is me, an ageing millennial, feeling appropriately chastised about it. Punyeta, bili naman tayo minsan ng dyaryo, guys.

#personal #news #media #newspapers #journalism

[loccorocco]

Bonus:

Mag 34 Anatomy Class AU: End of the semester, time to part ways. Don’t forget those kids are Strangers.

#tma #the magnus archives #Anatomy Class #lionel elliot #dr. lionel elliot #my art #friendly reminder that dr elliot is shorter than his students here hehehe #sdkahsdjakhd been working on this since morning #AND THEN MY LAPTOP CRASHED IN TH MIDDLE OF IT PUNYETA #thankfully my files were okay or i would be not okay

[cherryhanji]

photo from @/stayvillesnews on twt

it's sad that i won't have the chance to see this gigantic billboards along the EDSA.

#tell me why the fuck am i living far from the city?!?! #nah look at that i think its seungmin👀👀 #but anyways there are lots of bench stores here dont be sulky alexa #punyeta ang mahalaga endorser sila ng bench aaaaaa #alexa's shit n such #loml

[villxinmiixx]

story time with mixx

warnings; abuse, screaming, death threats, slight hint of starvation threats, etc.

read at your own risk.

“March 27, 2022”

“i'm fucking terrified for my phone rn, i feel like my mom broke it since she got so mad.

i have my earphones on 24/7 meaning i usually can't hear things correctly especially when i'm maladaptive day dreaming the earbuds are always on full volume too since it makes me focus on what i'm imagining of better.

i also have to pace back and forth, it's not really required but i like moving around since it makes me feel like it's actually happening.

my family doesn't really know this.

so back to what happened;

my mom got angry since i didn't hear her yelling my name, my sister had to barge in the room i was in to tell me ma has been calling me for a few minutes now already.

i lowered my earbuds' volume and heard my mom screaming.

my family loves death threats so much.

i've heard my parents say “i'll kill you” towards me and indirectly towards my sister and mother.

but that always my dad; my mom made suicide threats instead of the usual death threats.

this time she was extremely mad- and she spat out that the neighborhood can practically hear; “IF YOU GUYS EVER COME DOWN HERE EVER AGAIN I'M GONNA KILL BOTH OF YOU! MGA PUNYETA, WALANG KWENTA!” ( you idiots, you worthless people )

my sister told me to go downstairs several times already.

i refused since my mom specifically said don't come down

i've been told that numerous of times before when i was 6 and took it very seriously since i didn't wanna anger my parents more.

i was raised to be afraid of my parents so til' this day i very much am.

my mom yelled; “YOU GUYS CAN DIE UO THERE FOR ALL I CARE!! YOU GUYS ARE WORTHLESS!” a lot of insults like that.

before my mom went upstairs, still screaming; she ripped off the plug for the internet, took my phone from my hand, took the ipad from the pillow, and went downstairs.

i already forgot what she said.

but i heard thing smashing, not necessarily glass, but just blunt thing smashing onto the ground.

i have no idea if a device breaks like it's not glass since i've never really heard shit like a phone break.

i don't feel like i wanna know, i just hope i'll still be able to contact my friends after my mom's outburst;

it's so quiet now.

mel, alex, eiji, mari, rika, cass, aether, adri, kisuo, meep, sophia, siya, yuyu, keii, and everyone else.

i don't wanna leave them.

they're my friends,, i can't just leave them without saying a proper goodbye.

my comfort characters...”

#⟨ villxinmiixx .ᐟ mixx #⟨ hmm .ᐟ mixx's speaking #⟨ darling; quiet down . . . mixx's venting . . . #story times with mixx #vent post #mixx