#azralphtwtfic “wi$h li$t” a house together, a perfect ring, and a major plot twist. az and ralph realize that their biggest decisions happen when the camera isn’t rolling.

a must-read!!!

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but i’m so happy na ang dami nang azralph au writers. and sobrang gagaling lahat 🥹 cheers to this fandom’s creatives! 🥂

ang cute ng msgs 🥹 this account was restricted because of unusual activity kasi so i didn’t try logging in with a wrong password kasi baka masuspend nang tuluyan. sayang naman aus haha!

years blurred together in the best way—projects that kept them apart for weeks, reunions that felt like coming up for air. award shows where they’d steal glanced across crowded rooms. quiet nights where they’d just exist side by side, reading scripts or scrolling on their phones.

now they weren’t married yet, but they were as good as. “meeting halfway lang,” ralph had said once, his thumb brushing her knuckles acrosss the table after a tense discussion abiut their work schedule. “always.”

he saw them step away from arguments, only to come back ten minutes later, calmer and ready to listen. and az understood because after her parents’ separation, her mother had told her that marriage is choosing to talk, even when you’re tired. even when you’re wrong.

they always talked it out. that was their rule. no sleeping angry, no letting it fester. ralph knew this because he’d grown up watching his parents. they were happily married, but there were lots of efforts in actively maintaining it.

ralph’s lips twitched. then he was laughing too, pulling her close. “i’m sorry. this is such a mess,” he murmured against her hair. “our mess,” she corrected. “you know what, this is just an excuse to have a candlelight dinner.” “on the floor?” “for old time’s sake.”

az stared at him in the dim light from her phone. then she started laughing, helpless and ridiculous. ralph looked at her like she’d lost it. “bakit ka tumatawa?” “kasi,” she gasped, “we’re arguing in the dark like idiots. we both can pay naman pero wala tayong kuryente.”

or that time when ralph forgot to pay the electric bill and they spent an entire evening in the dark. “ralph!” “i’m sorry! nawala talaga sa isip ko!” “diba i set up the auto-pay two months ago? bakit naka-off na naman?!” “…i may have turned that off kasi na-double charge.”

az’s annoyance crumbled at the tired slump of his shoulders. she crossed the space betwen them, wrapping her arms around his waist. “sorry, love,” she whispered into his chest. “i’ll ask miss julie to text you next time pag na-busy ako at di ko hawak ang phone. i promise.”

“i was working, ralph. you know walang signal doon sa location.” “i know, pero—” he ran a hand through his hair, exhausted. “i just… i worry, okay? that’s it. that’s all i’m saying.”

they fought, too. small things that felt big in the moment. like when az got home at 4am from a shoot and ralph had waited up, worried sick, his voice tight. “you could’ve texted, z. one text lang.”

“ralph, bakit yung damit ko nasa laundry basket pero yung sayo naka-drape sa chair?” az called from the bedroom one saturday morning. ralph’s voice echoed from the living room, “kasi mas madali mahanap!” “rafael august de leon—” “joke lang! promise, ilalagay ko na sa laundry!”

evenings meant takeout on the floor because they still hadn’t bought a proper dining table, legs tangled as they watched soap opera reruns. and late nights meant realizing that the best part of their condo was always the bedroom.

now weeks later, their life had found its rhythm. mornings meant ralph making coffee while az sat on the counter, stealing sips from his mug and kisses from his lips.

“i will. i will always bother you, ma.” “bother me anyway.” “i love you, ma.” “i love you, baby ko. go make a life.” that night, az slept soundly on the bed she shared with her mom for the very last time. https://t.co/fE79EAry0f

“he’s okay lang. you’re still the better cook.” “weh? sabi mo nga dati, stay away from my cooking.” az giggled. tita bing pressed a tender kiss on the top of her head. “call me anytime. even if you just need me to tell you which shirt goes with which pants.”

“it’s scary, isn’t it?” az admitted, resting her head on her mom’s shoulder. “the moving in part. parang… final na talaga.” “it is final,” her mom said honestly. “but it’s also wonderful. ralph is a good man, aza. he loves you. and he cooks, which is a bonus.”