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ist4rgirlo · 9 months

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─────── 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐨!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

HEADCANONS !

summary : a filipina!reader dating conrad fisher

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 :))

#tsitp #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher #conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher fanfic #conrad fisher fic #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #the summer i turned pretty #filipino!reader #filipino reader #tsitp fanfic #tsitp fic #tsitp imagine #abtconrad fics #conrad fisher headcanons #conrad fisher fluff #Spotify

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rokuhoku · 1 year

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a piece of your history.

Pairing: Namor x Filipino!Reader

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.

#namor x reader #namor x you #namor x y/n #namor x filipino!reader #filipino!reader #namor imagine #namor one shot #namor x pinoy!reader #pinoy!reader #mcu x reader #namor of talokan #mcu x filipino!reader #mcu fic #namor fluff #namor x filipino reader #k'uk'ulkan x reader #k'uk'ulkan

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fbfh · 1 year

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INCOMING LEO VALDEZ IDEA: In the Philippines, there is a little rice muffin dessert that is called “puto” in Tagalog. However, in Spanish, “puto” is a swear word equivalent to I think “bitch/whore/slut”. Anyways it’s a bad word so imagine Leo’s s/o knowing Tagalog, surprising Leo by telling him they got some puto at the store when they come home and Leo just chokes on his water while having a “what did they sayyyy” (like that one video meme) only for reader to show him the dessert

STOP I FUCKING LOVE THIS. no bc the look of shock when you're like "hey you want a puto?" and he thinks you're propositioning yourself for a hot second. he literally chokes on his spit or water or whatever. he cannot believe that just left your mouth. "do I want a what now??" he asks, trying not to laugh at how simultaneously hilarious and ocnfusing this interaction is. you hold up the bag. "a puto, they were on sale" you look so excited about the grocery store sluts you got on sale, then he sees you hold up the pastry. the sigh of relief he lets out is tangible. "oh my god..." you explain what puto means in taglog, realizing he probably thought you meant something else. "what does it mean in spanish?" "just... don't say that around my mom."

#drabbles #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez drabbles #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus drabbles #filipino!reader #filipino reader #i fucking love this #he's so cute i can't #the way he chokes on his spit is just so cute #he's like you got WHAT on sale?????

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kirihoon · 11 months

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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!

#filipino!reader #bakugou imagine #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bakugou x reader #bnha crack

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sleepydhanie · 1 year

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Imagine a Filipino!reader being in Nevermore

Filipino!reader would have the ability to control plants, because duh they grew up with a mom who is a plantita

They would hangout with bianca,since Filipino!reader is good at singing they would have a duet sometimes

They would totally gossip with Enid about anything,like that one time Xavier and bianca had an argument...(mga marites)

They would def call Wednesday miyerkules just to annoy the heck out of her

Filipino!reader would be the quiet person who cover the half of their face by using a handkerchief, but talkative to the people who they are comfortable with

Would relate to Enid having many siblings,and having parents who have high expectations

They are good at math, because back in the Philippines their tita runs a mini store who they would work as a cashier

Would have dark humor

They would carry always Vicks around their bag,one time Xavier was having a headache and then Filipino!reader pulled out the legendary Vicks out of their bag and gave it to him "here oh,apply this in your temple and below your nose"

#filipino reader #wednesday #wednesday x reader #filipino!reader #imagine

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lilacknights · 2 years

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Obey me Headcanons: Filipino MC (Part II)

I keep forgetting to post these but here's part 2! You can read the first part HERE. These are just so fun to write. :D

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Just please imagine the MC as a Filipino like—

A filo MC giving Simeon a tower of homemade food in Tupperwares after learning that Solomon will be cooking in Purgatory Hall tonight.

MC teaching Luke the "Mano po" way of greeting just so they could hide money under their hand and give it to Luke when Lucifer isn't looking.

MC texting Solomon that they are "on the way" even though they're literally still half-asleep in bed and made him wait for at least an hour more.

Diavolo getting told he looks "thin" by MC despite his actual size and being served food like it's a goddamn festival every time he visits the HOL.

MC and Barbatos shopping together and walking out with twice the items but half the price because MC just bargained the shit out of every vendor there.

Thirteen learning that MC greets friends and family with 'beso-beso' (cheek to cheek kiss) so she asks for one every time they see each other just so she can see the jealousy in the boys' eyes. >:]

Mephistopheles getting his upper arm whacked with a wooden spoon because he keeps forgetting to take his shoes off before entering any room that MC just cleaned.

And they think Raphael's spear is scary? Wait till he meets MC's slippers. Those things fly through the air like a missile and hits you with the anger of a hundred ancestors.

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Tags: @poetofthedyingstars — If you also wanna be tagged when I post new Filipino MC content, please let me know through the ask box, DMs, or the notes <333 🌷💕

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jeanette-luminia · 2 years

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

wc: 430

a/n: Translations under the cut. Reader has a sister.

"Tanga ka ba?!" You yelled as Bucky Jolted from the sudden screams. He was in the commons room, and you were in your room, even from that distance he could hear your yell loud and clear, he knew you were angry at someone, by the language you were speaking, he already guessed it’s one of your relatives.

"What if you get hurt, or worse?" your voice went from anger to worrisome, as Bucky rounded the corner, he saw you taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

You leaned in as your elbow rested on your thigh with your hand on your chin. When you felt a presence in the room, you quickly glanced at your door then glanced back again to see Bucky leaning against the door frame—with a worried look resting on his face.

“Ayos lang ako ate, buti nakita ako ng kaibigan ko.”

You sighed, feeling grateful that your sister is okay, “Sige, ako’y bibisita parin sayo ngayon.”

Plopping down the bed on your back, Bucky walked up to you and took a seat beside you. “wag ka na mag lulusot kung saan saan hindi mo alam.” A smile suddenly forms on your face as you hear your sister’s affirmation. Bidding your goodbye, you looked over Bucky with a small grin.

“What?” You chuckled.

“Nothing, what was that about?” He asked, tilting his head a little.

You sighed and sat up and leaned on Bucky whilst he held you close, occasionally brushing the stands on hair in your face. “My sister almost got mugged, but then her friends suddenly saw her, and the man ran away.”

He didn’t say anything and kept patting and playing with your hair, planting a kiss on top of your head, “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna visit my sister today, just to see how she’s doing.” You suddenly looked up, staring at Bucky’s blue eyes. “Wanna come with me?”

“You want me to?” He questioned, slowly pulling away as he stared with wide eyes. “Of course, besides, it’s time for you to meet her.” you paused, “That is if you want to.” You smiled before standing up to walk over your closet to pick a simple outfit.

As you were about to get your turtleneck and your wide trousers when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. “I want to.”

“Alright, go get changed.” Grinning widely as he pecked your lips before pulling away, going to his room to get changed.

You have nothing to worry about, after all, your sister would love him.

Translation:

Tanga ka ba?! - Are you an idiot?!

Ayos lang ako ate, buti nakita ako ng kaibigan ko. - I'm fine, It's a good thing my freinds saw me.

Ate - Sister

Sige, ako’y bibisita parin sayo ngayon. - Alright, but I'm still gonna visit you today.

wag ka na mag lulusot kung saan saan hindi mo alam. - don't go anywhere you don't know.

#☕: writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #bucky x gn!reader #bucky x filipino reader #bucky x filipino!reader #bucky barnes x filipino reader #bucky barnes x filipino!reader #filipino!reader #filipino reader

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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Sooo...May I request for a Carlos x fem Filipina reader where reader also has a pocketknife and tries to pick a fight with Carlos but ends up being friends with him and maybe more?Thankssss! Salamattt

"His kind of gal"

summary:

— Carlos knew there was something different about you from the look in your eyes. Before he can even do the first move, you beat him to it with a brandish of your pocket knife. From that moment and so on, Carlos knew you were his kind of gal.

genre:

— fluff

notes:

— female and Filipina reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— hello salamat for requesting! i hope you like it hehe

Carlos barely paid attention when he heard the news of a new girl in town. It wasn't uncommon for random people to move into Encanto, it's just he couldn't care less to offer his ounce of attention to anything that was not interesting. Several weeks go by, and the shapeshifter has spotted your figure around town. You never printed an impression on him. You're just a boring girl taking a stroll around Encanto, you're nothing special.

You barely crossed his mind nor stayed in it for less than a second. Carlos heard rumors about you being from a different country and he yawned. So what if you're foreign? You're just as boring as everybody else in this magical town.

The sun in the sky was at its peak when Carlos went to go find some fun. Usually, he'll prank one of the townsfolk but when he saw you passing by, a twisted grin flashed on his face. Carlos shapeshifts into an unsuspecting citizen as he followed you around. It took a while for you to notice that someone was stalking you. The moment you turned around to face him, Carlos almost gives up his disguise.

Holy shit

Your eyes looked at him filled with intensity. Your eyes felt so hot that he was afraid it will burn holes in his eye sockets. You gazed at him like you were about to make him go crying for his mommy. Carlos gulped, unable to mutter a word nor take his eyes away from you. Eventually, you sneered at him and walked away, merely sparing him your attention. Carlos breathlessly shapeshifts back into himself, he clutches his chest and exhales.

What the fuck was that?

His heartbeat was faster than normal as he felt a tingling sensation dancing within his gut. Nobody has ever looked at him like that before, hell, nobody has even dared to look at him because they're afraid. But you, oh wow, a single glance from you felt like you were undressing his very soul. Carlos hated to admit that he felt intimidated by you, not only that but he hated to accept that he liked the way you look at him.

For days, Carlos started following you everywhere in town. It was a big contrast from before, he kinda regretted not sparing you an ounce of his attention. Now, he's craving for that look in your eyes, it's so daunting yet captivating. He spots you by yourself near the outskirts of town. It seemed like his eyes were replaced with a new kind of filter because goddamn you look beautiful. You're leaning against the tree with the sunlight hitting your silhouette perfectly. Your hair was unkempt but it framed your face gorgeously. Carlos gazed at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

Quickly, he scurried away and hid. His jaw went slack as he watched you relax under the tree while enjoying the weather. On the other hand, you felt eyes boring into your figure. It made your brain itch horribly. You've been feeling the same eyes on you for the entire day and it's irritating. You skillfully looked at your surroundings, searching for any soul present. A flash of red caught the corner of your eye.

You weren't the type to brush things off especially if it bothers you. If you felt bothered about something, you'll confront it head-on. You stealthily and swiftly reached into the pockets of your skirt, you quietly brought out your butterfly pocket knife. You turn to the corner near a building and saw a guy with curly brown hair wearing a maroon ruana. With no hesitation, you marched to him and brandished your pocket knife.

Carlos gasped as he felt his heart leap out of his mouth. He wasn't expecting you to approach him and...what's that? Oh fuck, you're carrying a pocket knife! You stood against the shapeshifter and brought the knife close to his jaw, he staggers and backs away against the wall. You give him a glare and it makes his heartbeat go haywire.

"Hoy, who are you, and why are you stalking me?"

You firmly asked him. For the first time, Carlos became speechless. Normally, he would have a snarky comeback prepared but you have torn his defenses down. He finds himself pathetically stuttering like a five-year-old.

"Hoy gago! I'm talking to you! Why are you stalking me?"

Silence fills between you and it makes your eye twitch. Carlos whimpers when you bring the knife close to his neck, threatening him. The shapeshifter brings his hands up in defeat and swallows hard.

"I-uh..fuck"

You raised a brow, waiting for him to give you a petty excuse. Carlos felt his entire body heat up especially his face because of how close you are to him. You were grabbing the collar of his undershirt and holding the butterfly pocket knife like a pro, it made him feel a wave of emotions.

"What? Do you wanna fight, punk?!"

The pocket knife! Bring out your own pocket knife, pendejo!

His brain finally snaps him back to his senses and screams at him. Carlos skillfully takes out his pocket knife and aims it at you, he puts on a smirk when he saw the surprised look on your face. However, you steal his breath away by gracefully disarming him when you slammed the pocket knife out of his hand at the speed of light. You grinned victoriously.

"Shit, that's impressive"

Carlos couldn't help but say out loud. You tilt your head in confusion but didn't let your guard down.

"There's more from where that came from"

"Okay, look. Uh, I didn't mean to stalk you but you seem...um...really cool"

You were taken aback by the compliment so you carefully lowered your weapon. Carlos nervously looks away and scratched the back of his neck. You found the gesture quite adorable and you were admittedly impressed by the fact he tried to put up a fight.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to come and talk to me like a normal person wouldn't it...uh, what's your name?"

"Carlos, Carlos Madrigal"

"Oh, you're one of the Madrigals. Whoops, didn't mean to act violent back there"

"No, no, it's...fine. I kinda deserved it for being a creep"

You laughed and this sends Carlos to cloud nine. You went to pick up his pocket knife from the ground and return it to him, the second your and his skin came into contact, Carlos couldn't hold himself back anymore and tried to went in for a kiss. You let out a screech and slapped him out of instinct.

"Tangina mo!"

"Fuck, I'm sorry I-"

Carlos held his cheek and apologizes. You let out a sigh and frowned at him. For some odd reason, you found it hard to stay mad at him. Carlos was handsome and adorable at some angles, he doesn't seem like an amateur when handling a pocket knife but he's really...weird. You put away your weapon and rested your hand on your hip, you sent him a teasing smile.

"Shouldn't you be asking for my name first before giving me a smooch?"

"Mierda, you're right. Uh, what's your name?"

"[Name] [Surname]"

You offer him your hand as Carlos shakes it. All of a sudden, you pull him by his hand and pinched his cheek.

"Ang cute cute mo, Carlos"

You cooed playfully. The shapeshifter doesn't understand what you just said but it causes his body to feel all fuzzy. You laughed and watched his dreamy reaction. The way you acted and carried yourself so shamelessly has Carlos falling so hard for you. When you walked away and swayed your hips, leaving him to gawk at you like a fool, he knew you were his kind of gal.

masterlist

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #carlos madrigal #carlos my beloved #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal x y/n #carlos fanfic #filipino!reader #carlos x reader #carlos x you #jay's fanfics™️#jay's fluff fics™️

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shiinapire · 2 years

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would anyone be interested in filo dc and marvel content?

#filipino reader #dc x reader #marvel x reader #filipino smau #filipino!reader #filipino #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes #bruce wayne x reader #clark kent

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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HOLY SHIT YOU READ MY ANON POST

-marites anon

YES OFC MARITES ANON I DID HAHAHHSHHSSHHS Imma give you a snippet of the fic from the idea you gave me ;)

"Sturya lang niya ta ugma 'nong! Te! Kapuy na!" 'We'll talk later, 'nong!* Te!* I'm kind of tired!' You gave a laugh as you also acknowledged the lady. They laugh with you and nod in understanding.

More people greeted you along the way, you kept a jovial face on but Marc can sense and actually see the exhaustion your neighbors aren't seeing. It surprised him a little bit but what really surprised him is you still keep on entertaining these people. That's when he knew how deep really is your kindness and love for your people.

Meanwhile, Khonshu watches the whole thing play in silence and away from both of you two's eyes. He was..intrigued to say the least, seeing this much hospitality from people who, as you've said, don't really know who you are or the good things you've done for your community. They're just..really enthusiastic of your presence and he thinks it is very telling of your personality.

The people also greeted Marc and welcomed him, he politely thanked them for their warm greetings. That's when the teasing remarks came. You were quick to retaliate and deny their accusations and firmly told them that he was here for work purposes which is not a lie as he really is here to take down the gang that escaped his clutches and ran here to Cebu(from what he gathered). And since the country is yours and Ynaguinid's territory, you two did not hesitate to offer help.

*Te = short for Ate (pronounced aH-teh), this is what we call to our older sisters or anyone a little older than us that is female or presenting female

*Nong = short for Manong, this is what we call to men way older than us

this is just like.. a little after the intro which is not that far from where i am currently at in writting the fic and i am far from done HAHHSAHSHHS but yessssssss that's what I have brewing up atm 😁 thank you, marites anon for the idea!!😭💞💞

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rinsoap · 1 year

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trying 2 write a hq x filipino! reader hc but my inspo is soooo low omg

#affirm 4 me #filipino!reader #filo!reader #haikyuu x reader #atlas 101

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cherrywrecked · 7 months

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college dorm — kim chaewon.

as requested by anon! this is only one of the few on my request list, so if you ever requested through ask, please wait for me. 🥹 i'm trying my best! 🫡.

warnings: college au. taglish. gxg. caught masturbating. fingering. face sitting. scissoring. horny!chaewon, giver!reader.

being in college means being away with your family, but also meeting new people. simula nung umapak ako ng kolehiyo, nahiwalay na 'ko sa mga magulang ko, pero it wasn't a big of a deal kasi they were barely physically present naman. being in dorms during college wasn't a big jump for me. it has been three years already since then and i've always opted for a solo dorm room, ayoko ng may kasama—maselan ako, eh. except for this semester. i had no choice but to share my dorm with kim chaewon. akala ko okay lang, eh. maaga ako'ng umaalis para sa morning classes ko, tapos siya, bandang hapon na. pag uwi ko, wala pa siya. i bare even see each her, pero maayos siyang dormmate. malinis, hindi maingay. kaso putangina, ano 'tong naririnig ko ngayon?

pag pasok na pag pasok ko ng dorm, ang... ingay. puro ungol. parang may umiiyak? ewan. pero si chaewon... boses yun ni chae. dahan dahan ako'ng naglakad papalapit sa kwarto ng dormmate ko. nakabukas ito, kaya sa bawat pag lapit ko, lalong lumalakas yung mga ungol. akala ko umiiyak si chaewon, pero pag lapit na pag lapit ko sa pintuan niya, nahuli ko ang dalaga na naka hubo't hubad habang nakadantay sa unan niya, humping her pillow. putangina? bakit ganito? bakit hindi ko maalis yung mga mata ko sa katawan ng dormmate ko? tila ba naging estatwa ako sa may pintuan ng kwarto niya.

ang ganda ng katawan ni chaewon. alam naman na ng lahat yon. maganda rin si chaewon mismo, kaya nga't ang daming nagkakagusto sa dalaga. and honestly, isa na 'ko sakanila. gandang ganda ako kay chaewon, lalo na ngayon. hindi ko na napansin na nakahawak na pala ako sa boobs ko, dahan dahang nilalamas ito. kusang gumagalaw yung mga kamay ko, tangina. ano ba 'to? it was as if i was bewitched by the girl in front of me. “f-fuck, ang sarap. ang sarap mo, y/n.” ano daw?

para ako'ng tanga na habangga sa pintuan ni chaewon and our eyes met. akala ko titigil siya, pero ngumisi lang ang dalaga at lalong binilisan ang pag galaw ng mga hita niya. “a-ang sarap, puta.” ungol ulit ni chaewon, this time, her gaze was locked on mine. tanginang yan, how can i stop myself if she was basically fucking herself with the thought of me? i'm no saint—i've had my fair share of experiences and i'm about to share one with her tonight.

pumasok ako sa kwarto ni chaewon, not even bothering to close her door. i didn't waste any more time and was practically stripping myself off my white uniform while approaching the girl. i kept the pants and my bra on, however. “hawakan mo 'ko, baby. i want to feel your hands on my body, please.” she says, looking up at me as i stood in front of her. ginawa ko yung gusto niya at nilagay ang mga kamay ko sa suso ni chaewon. ang tigas ng mga utong niya, lalo pa itong tumayo nung pinisil at sinimulan ko itong pag laruan. onti onti kong binaba ang sarili ko hanggang sa nakaharap na sa muka ko ang dibdib ni chaewon. “s-shit, ang init ng dila mo, baby. ang sarap.” ungol ng dalaga nung binalot ko na ang mga labi ko sa kaliwang utong niya habang pinaglalaruan ang kanan gamit ang aking daliri. i carefully settled myself on her bed, not removing myself from her.

tumigil na si chaewon sa pag kantot sa pesteng unan niya, instead, she took my hand and sat on it. “tangina, chae, basang basa ka.” sabi ko habang inaakyat ang mga halik ko papunta sa labi niya. “o-oo... kung alam mo lang kung g-gaano... kung gaano ako kalibog para sa'yo. fuck, markahan mo 'ko, baby, please.” her words were sloppy, na natawa nalang ako kasi parang yung utak ni chaewon hindi na gumagana sa sobrang libog para sakin. hinalik halikan ko ang leeg ni chaewon bago nag iwan ng chikinini sa gilid ng leeg niya habang ang daliri ko naman ay dahan dahang pumapasok sa butas niya. “putangina, ang sarap—!” napadikit ang katawan ni chaewon sa katawan ko sa pagpasok ng daliri ko sakanya, ramdam kong nanginig yung katawan ng dalaga.

not wasting time, i started to curl my fingers inside of her, moving slowly. i want to take my time on her. gusto kong marinig si chaewon na nagmamakaawa para sa'kin. didn't even notice her pull me atop of her. we were now in her bed with my hand in between her legs, while my lips are attacking her neck. ang bango ni chae, hindi ko alam kung nakailang chikinini na 'ko, but i loved the thought of her wearing her usual fit and people can see her hickeys, even in class. i wanted to make her mine.

“isang daliri pa, please?” chaewon asks with her puppy eyes. ang cute, pero putangina, nakakalibog. i smiled at her and without warning, i added another finger inside of her na dahilan ng marahang pag sikip ng puke niya sa daliri ko. “kantutin mo 'ko, baby. please... please! galawin mo yung daliri mo—'y-yan! ganiyan... gago, ang s-sarap!” hindi magkanda ugaga si chaewon nung sinumulan kong galawin yung mga daliri ko at marahan siyang kinantot gamit ito. ramdam na ramdam ko kung gaano siya kabasa, she was practically making a mess on my hand already. binilisan ko ang pag galaw ng mga daliri ko hanggang sa naramdaman kong lalong sumisikip yung puke ni chaewon, yung balakang niya, hindi na mapigilan sa pag galaw. “lalabasan na 'ko, fuck! ang sarap... baby— babe! fuck! sige pa!” chaewon screamed as she clenched her walls around my fingers. i used my thumb to rub her clit which then drove her to her orgasm.

nilabasan na si chaewon, pero hindi padin ako tumitigil sa pag kantot sakanya. dahan dahan ko pading nilalabas masok yung daliri ko sa puke niyang tumutulo na sa sobrang libog. “tangina mo, ang libog mo, chae.” i said as i kissed her lips while pulling my digits out which then earned a whine from the girl. i only chuckled as i reposition myself and laid on her bed. she took it as an invitation and got on top of me. “isa pa.” she says as the tug on my bra—she wants me naked and i helped her get rid of it. dahan dahang bumababa si chaewon at sunod niyang tinanggal eh yung pantalon at panty ko. i moaned when i felt the cold breeze hit my wet cunt. natawa si chaewon. “nakakalibog bang kantutin ako, mhm?” she says, rubbing my clit. i looked at her and hummed, a smirk plastered on my face. “hump me, chae.” yun lang ang sinabi ko at 'tong putang 'to, ang bilis kumilos.

chaewon hooked her legs on mine and pushed herself against me. malakas na ungol ang lumabas sa bibig naming parehas nung nagtama yung mga basang puke namin ni chaewon. tangina, ang sarap niya. dahan dahang gumalaw si chaewon habang ako, nakahiga lang, hawak ang mga hita niya. “b-baby, basang basa ako para sa'yo, puta. h-hng... s-sarap.”.

i think it's already normal at this point—how chaewon's brain shuts down when she's getting what she wants in bed. chaewon started moving her hips faster which i then reciprocated by moving my hips in sync with her movements. “tangina, chaewon. ang sarap mo, gago.” ungol ko habang yung isang kamay ko ay nasa suso na ng dalaga, iniikot ikot sa daliri ang utong niya. “gago, ang s-sarap! sige pa, chae... putangina, para kang pokpok gumalaw.” that made chaewon whine a bit louder. gusto niya bang tinatawag siyang pokpok?

“h-hindi! hindi ako p-pokpok... ikaw lang gusto ko, baby—fuck! sige pa, baby. faster!” she couldn't even continue what she was saying when i've already taken over and pulled her in. hawak ko yung maliit na balakang ni chaewon when i started to move faster and harder against her. it didn't even take long for her to start shaking against me. “lalabasan na 'ko... baby, sabay tayo. shit, basang basa ako para sa'yo.” ungol ko habang inaakap si chaewon at bago siya halikan, i felt my movements grow sloppy and soon enough, sabay nga kaming nilabasan ni chaewon. her body was shaking from the orgasm, buti nalang akap akap ko ang maliit niyang katawan.

“ang sarap, gago.” i breathed against her neck, kissing on the red patches i left a while ago. chaewon was breathing heavily but managed to hum as a response. “but i'm not done with you, kim. sit on my face.” i saw the corner of chaewon's lips curl into a smirk bago niya ko tinulak pahiga sa kama niya. onti onti niyang pinuwesto yung sarili niya sa muka ko. tangina, sobrang ganda ng puke ni chaewon. namumula at basang basa para sa'kin. “bilis, i want to taste you.” and chaewon finally lowered herself on my face. sinalubong ko yung puke niya ng dila ko na nakalabas, malambot, at dahan dahan kong pinaikot ikot ito sa clit ng dalaga. “fuck, baby... ang init ng dila mo, ang sarap.” ungol ni chaewon habang nakahawak sa suso niya.

i wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it. chaewon loves it when i play with her clit. she started moving her hips on my face. “labas mo dila mo, baby.” she softly asked for me which i then complied to. i stuck my tongue out for her, aiming it on her dripping hole. “p-puta... putangina... shit.” chaewon threw her head back as she slowly lifted herself from my tongue and back. kinakantot ni chaewon ang sarili niya gamit ang dila ko. it was so fucking hot na kahit ako, i started to touch myself with my free hand, while the other rubbed her clit.

“tangina, ang sarap! sobrang sarap! fuck, baby. puta mo 'ko... sa'yo lang, tangina. ikaw lang makaka kantot sa'kin ng ganito.” ang ingay ni chaewon and i loved it. it drove me to my edge and i was cumming around my fingers, my moans sending vibrations on chaewon's cunt. “lalabasan na 'ko—babe... baby!” and soon enough, she was clenching her walls around my tongue. ang init at ang kalat, pero putangina, nakakaulol si chaewon.

if i knew this could happen between the both of us, maybe matagal ko nang iniwang nakabukas yung pintuan ko habang kinakantot ko yung sarili ko habang iniisip siya.

#kyna writes #le sserafim smut #chaewon smut #le sserafim fic #chaewon fic #chaewon x you #chaewon x reader #tagalog smut #kpop smut #kpop x reader #girl group smut #gg smut #gxg smut #girl group x reader #girl group x you #kim chaewon smut #kim chaewon x you #le sserafim x you #filipino smut

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rokuhoku · 1 year

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"beloved."

Pairing: Namor x Filipino!Reader

Rating: General Audiences, Comedy

Summary: You ask your... "sorta" friend what the meaning of his other name is. His answers break your heart, so you take matters into your own hands.

Word Count: 2,516

Content Warning: Mentions of colonialization

Disclaimer: Again, as mentioned before, Namor is slightly cold towards the reader! He isnt hateful or anything, just has his guard up bc of surface world resentment. Though, that guard can be taken back down sometimes ;)

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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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The soft tune of a Filipino song played in the air, its melody dancing along with the sounds of the waves hitting the sand. Namor could only make out a few words within the song as he remembered the few phrases you had taught him. The melody was nice and eased his nerves, though he would never admit that to your face.

“What did they call you again?”

Namor blinked, processing your sudden question for a few seconds. Before you had suddenly asked him a question, you were both simply by the shore of the beach you frequented, with him in the water and you in the dry sand as usual, reading to him aloud a book that had come across your interests.

He looked at you questioningly, causing you to sputter over your words. “Oh! I meant what the Spaniards had called you when they…” You trailed off, fearing that you may have crossed a line with him this time. You knew how sore the topic was already, despite not knowing the full details as Namor refused to show any hint of vulnerability with you (or so you thought).

“What I mean is…” You cleared your throat, already bracing yourself for his reaction.

“.... Why do certain people have to call you ‘Namor’?” You finished, closing the book, shifting to fully turning to him, indicating that you were paying special attention. The cogs clicked in place in Namor’s head as he finally understood your question. He noticed that you had said ‘certain people’ instead of enemies, likely the reason being you two weren’t exactly enemies nor friends in both of your books.

“Uhm, you don’t have to answer if it’s too… y’know….” You quickly added, waving your hands in a dismissive manner. Namor’s eyebrows raised at you, causing your face to heat up. “I mean… alam naman natin na gago sila…” You quickly mumbled the last part.

Namor seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, before he shook his head and chuckled. “No, I can answer if you would like me to.”

Namor ran his fingers through the water, clearly contemplating on how he should approach your question. He smiled bitterly at you as he remembered the hateful memory. Your hands immediately went to your phone, turning the volume down on the classic OPM playlist you were playing.

“When my mother died, she asked to be buried in her homeland,” He started, playing with the wet sand underneath the water. Namor smiled, a loving look overtook his bitter expression.

“She wanted to show me the surface world and its beauty.” Her soft and caring smile flashed in his mind, it was as if he could still remember the days where she hugged him with such care. His mother was always so gentle, so sweet with him.

The prolonged gentle expression on Namor’s face was an unfamiliar one, as it was often hardened or practically deadpanned at you. You were only used to the occasional soft glimpses in his eyes.

A small part of you wished you could see this type of his face more, but that was crossing the line in your book.

“But, when I arrived…” Namor’s expression soon darkened. “They were here.” You winced, knowing exactly who he was talking about. He grit his teeth.

“They called me… ‘El Niño sin Amor’.”

He looked back at the sea, feeling that if he stared at you, you would see nothing more than hate and anger burn in his eyes, a look that would most likely scare you away. You don’t know if it helped, but you nodded understandingly, almost as if implying that he can feel if he wants to.

Namor could remember the look of fear and hatred in the man’s eyes, as if the Spaniards didn’t force him and his people to retreat in the ocean due to the illness inflicted upon them by the colonizers, before enslaving those who remained on land.

“The child without love, as they boasted.” Namor spoke in a rather biting sarcastic tone. Though he was smiling, the grin on his face was one of anger, holding no genuine joy or happiness in it.

“I took Namor from that, because I have no-” His eyes locked with you for a brief second before he averted his gaze. “-love for the surface.”

Your fingers played with the cover of the book you were holding, as you frowned even more and stared at him in disbelief.

“Luh? So bale, you were called a loveless child,” You began, a startled impression on your face, “just because you killed the colonizers after they basically enslaved and killed your people?” You asked for clarification, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. Namor nodded, a rather grim smile on his face.

“Aba, ang kakapal ng mukha nila ah…” You grumbled, before muttering something about how hypocritical and barbaric they were. Namor smiled gratefully at you, knowing you shared the same sentiment.

He sighed, as if tired of having to relive the same memory over and over again. Namor looked back at the sea, a subtle slouch in his posture now.

For a moment, you both sat there in silence, contemplating the lives of those who lived before (at least in your case) you. So many of Namor’s people were enslaved and forced by the Spaniards, yet they dare to call him the loveless child?

You pursed your lips, your eyes looking over Namor.

He wasn’t a child without love. His mother had loved him so, it was obvious by the way his voice would hush into a gentle baritone each time she was brought up.

His people loved him so, or at least, that’s what you can make up from his stories. You’ve only ever been able to gaze at them from afar in the sea, whenever they occasionally came to check up on him. Though with the way they addressed him you could easily see the fondness.

An idea popped into your head, though you were a bit hesitant to actually do it.

“Hey,” You called out, scooting closer to him, the waves licking at your feet. Namor rose an eyebrow at you, though your invasion of his personal space did not deter him.

Finally, you sat in the water next to him, perhaps this was one of the very few times you were both less than three feet apart. Namor’s mouth opened, about to tell you off that your clothes were getting wet and rather quite see-through.

You snickered, a mischievous look overtaking your eyes, a look that Namor was quite familiar with. Too familiar with it, he adds to himself.

You pointed at his face, before your pointer finger came into contact with the scrunch between his eyebrows.

Namor’s brain went blank, processing exactly what you had done to him. Before he can even make a reaction, you cut him off.

“Iniirog.”

You started slowly, gauging for his reaction. Namor’s eyes narrowed at you, confused but not offended. Your smile soon went into a toothy grin.

“Sinisinta.”

Namor grabbed your wrist and pulled away from your finger, clearly puzzled. The soft, cool touch of his damp fingers sent goosebumps up your back, but you continued nevertheless.

“Kinagigiliwan.”

You were practically giggling at this point, leaning your body towards him, as if to tease him about the words you were uttering, completely dismissing that he had not understood what you were saying.

Hesitantly, your hand went to reach for his, causing him to flinch. You took Namor’s hand between both of yours, softly tracing the palm lines on it.

“Minamahal.”

His senses were being overloaded, the low volume of the OPM Playlist still playing in the background, though it felt as if it was echoing rather loudly in his ears.

Namor’s eyes met yours, he remembers what the word “mahal” means. But that couldn’t possibly be what you’re saying, right? Were you instead perhaps meaning another thing? (He was sure that mahal meant expensive as well, were you just messing with him and calling him expensive?)

One of your hands stopped playing with his and reached towards his face, caressing his cheek softly. You contemplated running a hand on his pointy ears. However, you decided you wanted to keep your hand intact with your body.

Namor could do nothing but stare at you, his free hand coming up to hold yours that was on his cheek, though he made no move to remove your hand. If you were to look closer, it was as if he was leaning into your touch.

Your thumb softly grazed his upper cheek.

“Nagmamahal.”

With the way Namor talked fondly about his people, you couldn’t help but notice the love and adoration in his eyes. He truly loved his people and protected them with his whole heart.

Even if Namor couldn’t fully understand what you were saying to him, he could still somewhat comprehend what you were trying to say.

Namor was not a child without love, he has loved and has been loved. He will continue to love and he will continue to be loved, you were sure of that.

To your and his surprise, his eyes fluttered close as he leaned into the warm touch of your hand against his damp cheek. The feeling was scorching against his cool skin, yet it brought comfort to him even so.

A part of him wanted this moment to never end, the soft tunes of your mother tongue playing in the background, as you practically showered him with affection that you two had an unspoken agreement about.

Soon, however, you couldn’t help yourself.

The hand on his face traced his cheek softly, before it came and pinched it rather aggressively.

Namor’s eyes snapped open as he suddenly experienced a rather painful pinch to the cheek. Your ninangs would be proud of you if they saw the red mark on his skin right now. You snickered, making kissy-faces at him.

“Bebeluvs~” He deadpanned at you, fully knowing the sound of your rather trickster voice.

“My sexy, sexy love!” You finished, laughing so much your stomach hurt. You knew that Namor probably wouldn’t get the reference, but you couldn’t help yourself from quoting none other than the queen herself, Kathryn Bernardo.

You were still laughing, peeving Namor a bit. This caused him to pull away from your touch and some distance between the two of you. The laughter soon died in your throat, as you instantly sort of regretted the fact that you ruined the moment. Shet, maybe you should’ve maintained the wholesome moment just a bit longer.

You fully expected him to stand up and leave you there in the water again, already used to him doing it with the many, many times you’ve tried to trick him into saying rather comically funny words in your language. Namor could always figure you out, though it may be because of the way you haven’t been able to stop yourself from laughing each time.

To your surprise, he simply stayed there, a contemplative look on his face as he looked down at the water he was in.

You cleared your throat, scooting closer to him once again. You opened and closed your mouth, unsure of what to say next now that you have feared you may have offended him. Namor’s voice soon filled the one-sided awkward silence left in the air.

“Your words… What did they mean?”

You beamed at him, jumping at the chance to answer. “They can all actually mean different things! ‘Iniirog’ for example can mea-” A single stare from Namor shut you up from overcomplicating the answer, though it did not stop you from grumbling about the complex meanings of the words.

“Uhm, well, generally, they all kinda mean…” You whispered the last part, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed that you had even started all of this.

Namor sighed heavily, staring at you in dismay by your sudden bashfulness that always seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Ka a'alé, speak up.” His body turned towards you more as he leaned his head down in order to listen more carefully.

You shakily let out a breath, fully preparing to face his rageful wrath yet again.

(You were exaggerating, the most he’s ever done is splash water directly into your face. Though it did go straight to your eyes once, you never forgave him for that.)

“Uhm, what I meant to say was…” You were stalling again, nervously fiddling with your fingers on your lap, flexing them under the water.

Namor sighed. “If you can’t say them to my face, why say them at a-”

“THEY ALL MEAN ‘BELOVED’!”

You practically shouted at him, shocking him to his core. You swore you could feel the water suddenly shift. Oh no, what if the Talokanil have been watching you all this time and you just shouted at their king?!

“Or… Haha… Other things as well.”

At this point, you were just trying to fill in the rather thick silence in the air. “But uhm, they could all also mean beloved.”

Meanwhile, Namor stayed silent at your confession. Have you been whispering to him such intimate words of affection all this time?

“All those words… were you calling me ‘beloved’?” At this, you shook your head slowly, confusing him even more.

“.... Actually, the last part means something else.” You felt like you were hyperventilating at this point. Perhaps you’ve ruined your favorite OPM playlist forever, as you will always associate it with this moment.

“The… The last part means ‘loving’...” You weakly replied, not daring to meet his eyes. You feel like you’ve royally screwed up, banished from the ocean even. Goodbye, night swimming, you will be dearly missed.

You slowly looked, bracing yourself for his reaction. The scene made your jaw drop, and Namor’s face would have been priceless to you if the situation hadn’t called for it.

The flusteredness on his face would’ve caught anyone off-guard. The way his eyebrows raised as the corner of his eyes pinched at the corners. His lips were slightly open, as if to say that he was too shocked to even close his mouth.

Soon, however, Namor finally came to his senses. He finally realized what you had been trying to say to him all this time.

They had called him “the child without love” in their spitting, hateful language.

And you had called him such loving words in your native language, as if to imply that they were wrong.

When you scooted closer to him once more, he didn't flinch or pull away this time. You blinked at his movements, noting the way he slightly leaned onto you again.

“... Niib'oolal." was the only thing Namor said after a few minutes.

You’ve talked to him enough to know what that means.

You gleefully smiled at him, before clearing your throat and relaxing your posture.

“Psh, ako pa? Wala lang yun, K’uk’ulkan.”

The soft tunes of the OPM playlist from your phone continued playing in the air, and the cold feeling of the water soon came to feel like a warm embrace instead.

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