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@telefonebusy
─── 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐭𝒉𝒊𝒏𝐤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒? 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐭𝒉𝒊𝒏𝐤 𝑖 𝑎𝑚? 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑦? 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐜𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝐞?
𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆: 𝖺 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾-𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗉 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗶 ( 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝗆𝗍+𝟪, 𝟮𝟱+ ) !
𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐬𝒉𝒐 ; thirty , 5th in line to the british throne .
𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗶𝗻: 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. ( … ) 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 @loveblitz.
✶ — 𝑔𝑜 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟.
"are you sure na almond latte 'to? hindi kasi lasang almond milk."
𝙵𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝙽:
𝟷. 𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴 — 𝙳𝙰𝚈.
❝ it’s honestly amusing how his boss assigned him a buddy who very clearly doesn’t want to be his buddy at all. yves acts less like someone guiding a new employee around and more like cedric is some inconvenience suddenly attached to his schedule for the day. the vibe is painfully obvious. like one wrong sentence from cedric might personally ruin yves’ life. and cedric already knows better than to test that on his first day. because apparently, anything involving santi yoo immediately turns yves into someone who acts like company rules no longer apply to him. cedric still doesn’t really get it. as far as he can tell, there’s nothing particularly special about their boss that explains why yves follows him around like some ridiculously lovesick teenager. but instead of saying any of that out loud and risking unemployment before lunch, cedric wisely keeps his mouth shut.
cedric follows him anyway toward the cafeteria, trailing behind while yves heads straight to a table he already claimed by leaving his id there earlier. dibs, apparently. after that, they move toward the food display for today’s menu, cedric scanning each tray one by one while deciding what actually looks edible. “ beef steak lang, ” he says eventually, pointing at his choice before glancing sideways at yves. “ ikaw, anong kakainin mo? ”
( 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃'𝙳 )
@telefonebusy
yves wouldn't have agreed to this if santi hadn't asked him.
the buddy system was not something yves had any intrinsic interest in participating in. yves had a job, his own job, with its own scope and its own demands, and that job did not include the pastoral care of people who had just started theirs. it was not within his paygrade, it was not within his job description. it was, by yves's reading of his contract, entirely optional.
but santi had asked him, politely. and yves had an embarrassingly poor track record of saying no to him, so here he was, playing babysitter.
though, babysitter was maybe slightly uncharitable. cedric had a competent quality to him that yves hadn't been expecting based on the general track record of orientation days. he wasn't asking questions yves found irritating. he wasn't walking too slowly, wasn't stopping to photograph his surroundings or asking yves to repeat himself. he seemed to have, already, a reasonable grasp of how things worked, which meant yves's role had been less explain everything and more exist nearby in case something comes up, which was… tolerable.
"beef steak din siguro," he said, tilting his head slightly. "or chicken wings." his finger comes up, pointing at the chicken wings. the lunch lady loads his tray—along with a bowl of soup, clear broth with a few green onions floating on top. once cedric gets his own tray filled out, he heads back to their table, sitting across him.
SOME MORE SMUTTY MEMES
[ SIT ] for one muse to finger the other who sits in their lap fully clothed, keeping an arm around their waist to make them stay still.
[ RISK ] for one muse to drive and finger the other who is in the passenger seat.
[ DISTRACT ] for one muse to drive while the other gives them head/fingers them.
[ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.
[ SUBTLE ] our muses are cuddling, sender begins to feel up receiver and tease them.
[ STILL ] our muses are cuddling, receiver begins to feel up sender and tease them.
[ GUIDE ] while one muse is riding the other, the one being ridden takes hold of the one on top’s hips to control their movements.
[ CLOSE ] our muses have sex in lotus position, clinging to each other desperately.
[ GAZE ] our muses are having sex in missionary and the one on the bottom tells them to slow down so they can just look at them for a few moments.
[ DELAY ] one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes.
[ CAREFUL ] one muse is recovering from minor injuries, so the other takes charge and makes them stay still while they have slow, sensual sex.
[ REVERENT ] one or both muses have been pining for a while, sender body worships receiver by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
[ GRATIFICATION ] one or both muses have been pining for a while, receiver body worships sender by kissing all over their body and giving them oral.
[ MESS ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but sender starts to finger receiver.
[ RESTART ] our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex, but receiver starts to finger sender.
[ CLEANSE ] our muses have sex in the bathtub.
[ TENSION ] one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact, lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s.
[ DISCUSSION ] for our muses to talk about kinks and figure out their boundaries together.
[ APPROACHED ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and sender finally broaches the subject to receiver ( feel free to add dialogue or actions )
[ APPROACH ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.
[ SUGGESTIVE ] our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons, kinks, and what they’re attracted to.
[ GROUND RULES ] for our muses to discuss boundaries before trying something new in bed.
[ OBSERVE ] for sender to show receiver where and how they want to be touched.
[ DEMONSTRATE ] for receiver to show sender where and how they want to be touched.
[ LINE ] our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating, but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.
[ DEBATE ] our muses are arguing because sender is worried and overprotective of receiver, but when they get up in each other’s faces they end kissing and groping at each other.
[ CLAIM ] our muses are arguing because receiver is worried and overprotective of sender, but when they get up in each other’s faces they end up kissing and groping at each other.
[ SENSUAL ] for sender to slowly undress receiver, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ GRADUAL ] for receiver to slowly undress sender, caressing and kissing every part of them they expose.
[ SERVICE ] our muses just showered together, sender dries off receiver with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go.
[ CARESS ] our muses just showered together, receiver dries off sender with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go.
COMMUNICATION
❝ well, honestly i’ve never really had sex before and was kinda hoping you would teach me. ❞
❝ i’ve never tried that before. but i want to, can we just take it slow? ❞
❝ don’t be nervous, i’ll guide you through it. ❞
❝ just because i’ve never actually fucked someone doesn’t mean i don’t know what i like. we have toys for a reason. ❞
❝ show me what you like. ❞
❝ can we take a break? i’m enjoying this i just need a moment. ❞
❝ can i be on top this time? ❞
❝ can i be on bottom this time? ❞
❝ just relax, lie still and let me take care of you. ❞
❝ do you think we could try pegging? i’ve always been kinda curious. ❞
❝ you can blindfold me but i want my hands free if we do that. ❞
❝ let me know if the ropes are too tight, okay? ❞
❝ i think i’m ready. if you are too, i wanna have sex. ❞
❝ listen, i’ve wanted to get you in bed since you first smiled at me. but we don’t have to do this unless you’re sure. ❞
❝ i’m ready, but we should set some ground rules first. ❞
❝ can you use your mouth again? i really liked that. ❞
❝ do you like how this feels? ❞
❝ yes, i like this. can you just— please keep doing that. ❞
❝ i don’t want to be touched this time, i just want to focus on you right now. ❞
❝ i prefer to do the giving if that’s okay? ❞
❝ i like receiving but, if you want me to do something i will. i want you to feel good too. ❞
❝ you can go harder. i’m okay, i want you to. ❞
❝ i don’t want to have to think or have control. just, do what you want with me. if something is too much i’ll let you know. trust me. ❞
❝ do you need me to slow down? ❞
❝ what can i do to make you more comfortable? ❞
❝ i know this is really vulnerable for you, so we can take this as slow as you need. you’re in control here okay? ❞
❝ can you just kiss me for a little bit first? ❞
𝙵𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝙽:
𝟷. 𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙱𝙸𝙻𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽 — 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.
❝ tj doesn’t usually lose when it comes to billiards. even with terrible eyesight and glasses practically glued to his face twenty-four seven, he can still shoot straight just fine. he just… unfortunately misses this one shot, and somehow that single mistake completely ruins his game. now he’s left standing off to the side with his cue stick resting against his shoulder while watching yves casually sink one ball after another like he’s been waiting for tj to mess up this entire time. at some point, the gap between their scores becomes embarrassing enough that tj already knows there’s no recovering from this anymore.
he lets out a short laugh at yves celebrating his victory, shaking his head while a small smirk slowly pulls at the corner of his lips. “ sus, swinerte ka lang, ” he mutters with a shrug before walking over to start gathering the balls from the pockets of the table. then he glances back at him briefly. “ but i don’t go against my word, ” he says, amusement still obvious in his voice. “ so ayan. you have me for one week. ”
( 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃'𝙳 )
"sus, alam ko naman na gusto mo rin akong makasama for the week, eh." yves said confidently, one hand resting on the felt behind him, weight shifted onto his hip. he looked at tj. a full, unhurried, top-to-bottom kind that yves did when he wasn't pretending to be civilised about his attraction towards tj, which was most of the time. his eyes started somewhere around tj's face and moved down with interest. his brain was already moving, jumping forward into the rest of the week and was assembling options. because yves had won, which meant he got to decide what came next. and yves had ideas. several of them. ranging from innocent to explicit, all of them involving tj, most of them involving tj underneath the sheets.
he pushed off from the table, stepping closer, the distance between them shrinking. "what if mag-out of town tayo?" he suggested, tilting his head.
𝙵𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝙽:
𝟷. 𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙱𝙸𝙻𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽 — 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.
❝ tj leans over the billiard table carefully, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek while lining up his shot. “ easy, ” he mutters to himself before finally striking the cue ball. for one hopeful second, it looks like the shot might actually go in, only for the ball to hit the edge of the pocket and bounce right back out instead. he immediately straightens up with a groan, dragging a hand down his face. “ bwiset naman oh. ”
( 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃'𝙳 )
the shot looks promising for a second. yves finds himself tracking the cue ball nervously, which is embarrassing, and then the ball clips the edge of the pocket and bounces back out, and—
yves laughs. bright and unguarded and a little mean, and he doesn't even try to cover it. "my turn," he says, and the laughing is almost gone now, lifting the cue from where it's been resting loose in his fingers the whole time. he steps up to the table, taking a thoughtful look at the spread of the balls, and settles into position. the first shot goes in clean. barely a sound, just the soft knocking of ball against pocket, and yves is already moving, already reading the next angle before the first one has stopped rolling. second ball, same thing. the cue ball rolls to exactly where he needs it. he pauses before the third, only to glance up at tj, just to see the look on his face. then he takes the shot, the third ball dropping yet again into the pocket. "oh, ano? itutuloy pa ba natin 'to? i know i'm going to win, anyway."
𝙵𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝙽:
𝟷. 𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙱𝙸𝙻𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽 — 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.
❝ “ only if you win. but i doubt you will. ”
( 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃'𝙳 )
"your doubts are duly noted." yves steps aside, sweeping a hand toward the table. "show me, then, how good you are."
𝙵𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝙽:
𝟷. 𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙱𝙸𝙻𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽 — 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.
❝ “ ahhh, gumugusto din. you can stay for as long as you want if you want. ”
( 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃'𝙳 )
"so—hypothetically speaking, if i were to tell you that i want you all to myself for the whole week, magagawa mo 'yon?"
❝ zoren glances at him briefly before returning his eyes to the road, a quiet chuckle slipping out when yves repeats the word. “ yes, ngawa. unfamiliar ba sa’yo ’yung term? ” he says, tone light but teasing. “ hindi pala kayo pareho ng kuya mo, ’no? at least siya, may pagka-kanal kahit papaano. ” he lets that hang for a second, one hand steady on the wheel as he adjusts their route. it’s too late for lunch anyway, might as well make it both lunch and dinner. it still surprises him how different yves is from his brother. he’s known the guy for years, spent enough time around him to pick up his habits, his humor, even his temper. but yves… yves has always been harder to read. zoren tried before, a few conversations here and there, but most of the time he just got ignored, so he stopped pushing it. until today. when, out of nowhere, he gets asked to pick him up. “ of course, ” he adds, a little softer now. “ ako naman ’yung nagyaya, so i’ll cover everything. you don’t have to worry about it. ” he glances at him again, just for a second. “ okay lang ba sa’yo if we eat at hoshino? ”
⸻ 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑.
"eh kung itulak ko kaya kayo pareho sa kanal? annoying." yves scoffed, turning to look out the window. he had felt his expression instantly and involuntarily curdle at the mention of his brother. he did not like being compared to his brother. did not like it in big ways and did not like it in small ways. it didn't matter how mundane the comparison was—zoren could compare the way yves and his brother both held a fork and yves would still feel the same irritation rise in him. "okay," he said instead, redirecting, "hindi ko kasi dala wallet ko." which was technically true. yves had gcash, but he was choosing not to mention that, because if there was free food on offer, yves was not going to introduce information that might jeopardise the free food. "sure, i like it there. ang tagal ko na rin hindi nakakain sa hoshino." a pause. the car filled up with silence. "but… yun lang ba talaga sinabi ni kuya?" he asked. "that they had to go somewhere important?"
﹒✿﹒ ୧ it still feels strange, even now, how peri ends up finding comfort in someone she used to dislike so much. back then, yves was the last person she ever imagines leaning on like this. and it’s not like she came into this city planning to befriend him either. if anything, she avoided it at first. she doesn’t like the idea of needing someone just because she’s alone, especially not someone she never got along with. but time has a way of shifting things. being stuck in a place that feels unfamiliar, overwhelming, and too big makes her see him differently. and what she finds isn’t the version of him she built in her head before, but someone kinder, someone who carries more than he lets on. looking back at college, all the side comments, the tension, the petty remarks they threw at each other— it all feels unnecessary now. maybe some of it made sense back then, maybe some of it was deserved, but not all of it. she still thinks there are parts of him that could be better, habits that need unlearning, but she understands now that people don’t just act the way they do for no reason. there’s always something behind it. and with yves, it’s protection. a way to keep himself from getting hurt. and she respects that, even when she doesn’t fully agree with how he goes about it.
what she values now is how he shows up. not because she needs anything from him, not because of what he can offer. yves has a whole world around him already, people, connections, a life she doesn’t try to insert herself into. she doesn’t need the parties or the comfort that comes with it. what she needs is simpler than that. someone steady. someone familiar in a place that constantly feels like it’s shifting under her feet. and somehow, he becomes that for her. it’s almost funny, in a way. out of all the people he surrounds himself with, peri probably feels like the most out of place, the least exciting. she even thinks she might be the most boring friend he has. but maybe that’s exactly why it works. because with her, things slow down. there’s no pressure to perform, no need to keep up. just quiet, normal moments that feel real.
he’s also the only one she tells everything to. the only one who knows what really happened a year ago, why she left, why she isn’t with calum, why she chose to walk away from everything without warning. he knows the parts she doesn’t say out loud to anyone else, the kind of pain that still lingers no matter how much time passes. maybe calum knows too, in his own way, if he still thinks about her at all. but yves is the one who hears it directly. “ i went home for my daughter and my mom’s death anniversary, ” she says quietly, her voice softer now as she moves to sit beside him, arms crossing over her chest as if trying to hold herself together. “ nasabi ko naman ata sa’yo ‘yon… kaya ako umuwi bigla. ” her gaze drops, fingers curling slightly against her sleeves as she gathers her thoughts. “ dumeretso ako sa cemetery… tapos siya— nando’n na siya. ”
she inhales sharply, the memory hitting her all over again. the image of calum standing there, back turned, just like her, visiting the same grave. their daughter’s grave. the thought alone makes her chest tighten, painful and familiar. because she knows she isn’t the only one who lost something that day. he did too. and she hurt him again by leaving the way she did, without a word, without even giving him the chance to understand.
“ nasaktuhan pa talaga ng oras, ” she continues, her voice quieter now, almost fragile. “ he was there… calum was there, yves. ” she swallows, blinking as she tries to steady herself. “ and after a whole year… ganon pa rin siya. he still looks just as hurt as he was the day i left him. ”
people carried their own grief. yves knew this. everybody had something. everybody was walking around with some kind of wound. you passed people on the street and you didn't see it—loss, guilt, the flavour of sadness they might have been marinating in for however long—because people were good at carrying. people were built to carry. the human body could hold an astonishing amount of pain and still walk upright, still smile, still show up to work, still order coffee, still do every small ordinary thing that made up a life.
yves carried ghosts of his own. he had been carrying it for years, and had folded it into himself so thoroughly that most people didn't even see it anymore.
peri carried ghosts too. ghosts she had told him—not all at once, but in pieces, over months, years, in the private disclosures that happened between two people who had decided, that they were safe for each other. peri's grief was different from his. bigger, in some ways. more concrete. a grave. a daughter. a mother. a failed relationship.
yves was sympathetic to all of it. genuinely, so much that it would have surprised the version of himself who had known peri in university. back then, they had been so different with each other. so petty and consumed by the friction of two personalities that rubbed wrong. it had felt, back then, like they had all the time in the world to waste on disliking each other, because life hadn't gotten too complicated yet. life, in university, had been light enough that you could spend your energy being annoyed at someone's tone of voice or the way they answered questions in class. they hadn't needed to think about much.
peri had grown. yves could see it clearly: the way she held herself now versus the way she'd held herself at twenty-one. she had grown in good ways; she had become kinder without becoming weaker. had become more honest without becoming cruel. had turned her pain into something that made her more human rather than less.
yves wasn't sure he could say the same about himself.
he'd changed, yes. he was different now from the person he'd been in university. but grown implied direction, improvement, and yves wasn't confident his trajectory had been upward. he was still angry. he still frustrated. he still had a deep well of unresolved feelings that he had not, in all these years, figured out how to drain. yves hadn't grown out of his anger. he'd just gotten better at managing it. and managing wasn't the same as healing, the same way a bandage wasn't the same as finding a cure.
but peri didn't need him to be healed. that was the thing about them—the reason that made their friendship work where so many other relationships in yves's life had stalled. peri didn't need yves to be fixed. she didn't need him to be soft, she didn't need him to be gentle, peri just needed him to be there. and yves, who was bad at many things, bad at vulnerability, bad at family, bad at letting people in, was good at being there for her.
they were each other's safe spaces now. the irony of it, given where they'd started, was not lost on yves. but peri was the only person yves would talk to about his family. the only one. he would rather drop dead than open up about his brother or his parents to anyone else. the words physically would not come. but with peri, somehow, they did. he would sit beside her on a couch or across from her at a table and the things he couldn't say to anyone else would just… arrive, and peri received them without flinching, and yves had learned, over the past years, that that was what safety felt like.
and in return, he listened to her. he sat with her grief the way she sat with his anger. let her talk when she needed to talk and let her not talk when she needed to not talk. and sometimes he gave advice, although advice was a generous word for the blunt, unvarnished observations yves tended to offer. he didn't think peri needed advice. peri was smart. she knew what she needed to do, usually. what peri needed was someone to listen. yves could do that. he was, in fact, better at that than he was at most things.
"malamang nasasaktan parin siya, peri." there was no sugar coating—yves didn't do that. he didn't really believe in dressing things up in sweeter language to make them easier to swallow. "nawalan rin siya ng anak. you lost a daughter. he also lost a daughter. and then he lost you on top of it. so when you say he looks just as hurt as the day you left—yeah. he probably is. he was grieving his child and then he was also grieving you, and he had to do both of those things at the same time, alone, without you."
his voice wasn't cruel, nor sharp the way it could be sometimes when yves was being difficult with people who hadn't earned his patience. this was the other version of his directness, one reserved for people he loved. "hindi ko sinasabing mali 'yung ginawa mo. you left because you needed to leave. but he didn't get to leave. kaya siyempre, sinong makakapag-move on pag ganun? nakausap mo ba siya?"
𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. ( … ) 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 @lovescript.
✶ — 𝑔𝑜 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟.
"huh. that's a bold offer. only the night?"
༘⋆｡ let's get trope-y.
almost a sequel to this. for the cliches, the relationships you read about in romance novels & see on your tv screen.
friends to lovers.
be honest, have you ever thought about us?
if this ruins everything, i'll still be glad i said it.
you're the safest place i've ever been.
i don't want to risk our friendship.
i'm terrified of losing you.
you've slept over a hundred times before... but this feels different.
i see how you look at me.
you look radiant tonight.
i'm sorry, but i'm in love with you. and i think you love me too.
i don't know why but i hate your new [ partner. ]
if this is a dream, don't wake me up.
you always know exactly what to say.
fake dating.
hold my hand. act normal!
we said no falling for each other.
you're scarily good at pretending to like me.
i thought the plan was to fake a relationship, not be in one!
you kissed me like it actually meant something.
oh thank god, they bought our story.
quick! kiss me.
don't look at me like you actually want me.
i wanna see how far we can take this.
why does everyone think we're perfect together? ...are we?
this was supposed to be simple! then i...
quick reminder: we're just pretending.
rivals to lovers.
god, you're insufferable!
you're infuriating. and yet... i miss you when you're not here.
you're the last person i want to care about.
i think you're the only person that actually understands me.
i've never felt like i've been pushed so far by someone before.
i want to win. but i don't want to lose you.
you're the only one who can keep up with me.
you drive me crazy. and i think i'm crazy for you.
i think you're the only person i want to compete with.
i'm tired of pretending like i don't care about you.
if you win, you can have me for the night.
mutual pining.
why did you say friend like that when you introduced me?
do you ever feel like you're holding onto the shadow of something?
don't read too much into that.
i'm not staring at you! i was just looking in that direction.
i guess i just know too much about you.
it's nothing. just my imagination running wild again.
i'm not jealous of them! you'd... make a cute couple.
i wasn't waiting for you, i just happened to be here.
it's silly, but i always notice when you're not around.
you don't need to say anything. just sit with me.
enemies to lovers.
you make my blood boil... and i hate that i like it.
maybe i'm fighting for more than just victory.
i hate you. i'm terrified of what that means.
i loathe everything about you.
i will destroy everything you stand for. but i won't hurt you.
i'm supposed to see you as the enemy!
i can't stop thinking about you. you're in my blood.
you're supposed to tear me down, not look at me like that.
i want to crash into you. i don't care what that means.
we're from opposite worlds! this could never work!
i don't care. i want to keep you safe.
“ 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸 & 𝚈𝚅𝙴𝚂 ” 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ @telefonebusy
𝙵𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙸𝙽:
𝟷. 𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸'𝚂 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴 — 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.
❝ santi glances up from the scattered blueprints and urgent email threads glowing on his screen, his shoulders aching from another long stretch of overtime. the client had demanded these revisions be rushed for tomorrow, so he had told yves earlier to head home and rest if he wanted. now the entire firm sits silent around him, all the architects and engineers gone, leaving only the low hum of the air-conditioning and distant city lights beyond the windows. when the door creaks open, yves walks in. “ oh, hindi ka pa umuuwi? ” he says. before santi can answer, yves crosses the room and settles directly onto his lap. santi quickly wraps his arms around yves’ waist, pulling him close, savoring the solid weight as a much-needed break from the stress.
the warmth of yves against him eases the tight knot in his chest. santi buries his face in yves’ neck, kissing slowly along the skin while his palms slide down to rest on yves’ thighs, squeezing gently. he has been incredibly touchy lately, needing the constant reminder that they are truly back together. “ i’m so glad na we started over here, ” he murmurs, voice low and sincere. “ mababaliw ata ako if ganito ako ka-stress and wala ka sa tabi ko. ” he pulls back just enough to glance toward the door, then at the clock on the wall. it reads ten o’clock pm. “ wala naman ng tao dito no? tayo nalang ba? kahit ba yung guard umuwi na? ” he asks, making sure they are completely alone.
his hand inches higher along yves’ thigh until he palms his cock through the fabric with a slow, deliberate stroke. “ why did you stay? pwede ka namang umuwi nalang at hintayin ako doon, ” santi says, his voice rougher now as he keeps touching him, one arm still locked firmly around yves’ waist. the exhaustion from work fades into the background, replaced by heat and need for the man in his arms.
“ 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ”
( 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃'𝙳 )
TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS, PART TWO !
Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.
wrong/random number texts:
( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?
( ✉ → sms ) [random name here]? is this still your number?
( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.
( ✉ → sms ) you don’t know me but i’m bored and texting random numbers, so hi!
( ✉ → sms ) you FUCKING asshole, i hope you know how much i hate you!!!
sad texts:
( ✉ → sms ) can you please distract me so i don’t cry in public?
( ✉ → sms ) everything hurts lately
( ✉ → sms ) thanks for trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working.
( ✉ → sms ) what makes you feel better when you’re sad?
( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…
drunk texts:
( ✉ → sms ) im not DRUNK waht amkes you thijnk that
( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine
( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol
( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me????
( ✉ → sms ) all i wnat to do right now is talkk to you
angsty texts:
( ✉ → sms ) please talk to me. please help me make this work.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think we should see each other again.
( ✉ → sms ) when will we admit we’re no good for each other…
( ✉ → sms ) just know i cared about you. i really did.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think things can ever go back to the way they were between us
misc texts:
( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww
( ✉ → sms ) help me choose a pizza topping please
( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.
( ✉ → sms ) you haven’t watched my snapchat story all day. what are you up to?????
( ✉ → sms ) i’ve had the same dream about you three times in a row, is that weird?
( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?
( ✉ → sms ) soooo, in your opinion, what are some of my best qualities? i need help writing my tinder bio.
❝ “ ngawa— ibig sabihin, wala ka nang ginawa kundi puro reklamo, ” he explains as calmly as he can, though there’s a faint edge of sarcasm in his tone. zoren leans over to the passenger seat, reaching across to buckle yves’ seatbelt for him. “ safety first, ” he adds with a small grin before settling back in place and focusing on the road. “ mukhang gano’n nga ka-important sa kanila, ” he mutters, easing the car forward. then, after a brief glance his way, he asks, “ anyway, okay lang ba sa’yo kung kumain muna tayo? hindi pa ako nag-lulunch eh. ”
⸻ 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑.
"ngawa..." yves repeated it slowly, rolling the word around in his mouth. it was a good word. yves was definitely going to start using it. liberally, probably. and it would hit best, he thought, if he aimed it directly at zoren himself. he tucked the word away mentally for later deployment, then his attention shifted, because zoren was leaning across him. his eyes tracked the motion automatically. zoren had reached for his seatbelt and was now pulling it across him. yves had two perfectly functioning arms. there was no reason for zoren to be doing this. yves did not require assistance—he was not injured, was not impaired, was not in any state of incapacity that would have made buckling his own seatbelt a challenge. and yet… he liked it. he had a documented weakness for being cared for, after all. yves tilted his head slightly. "libre mo ba?"
