cassIOpeia

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[blucassiopeia]

black hole [ about me ]

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☆ universe: [ my works ]

ー galaxies: [ series ]

FALLING STARS

ー constellations: [ pieces ]

VANILLA TWILIGHT // REWRITE THE STARS

ー nebulae: [ wips ]

EIGHT [ FS 2 ] // ZERO [ FS 3 ]

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stardusts [ pinterest ] | big bang [ playlist ]

Cassie 2023.

[fandomsarefriends-notfood]

It's not an "abandoned" WIP, I didn't intentionally leave it in the forest to die and forget about it, it is a lost wip who wandered into the forest despite my pleas not to. I sit at the edge of the forest every day and hear it calling for help but there is nothing I can do. It is a haunting wip

[tsukiran]

best offer ー brazil!hinata shoyo x reader angst/comfort

"Wait for me?"

His words rang in your ears as soon as you heard of the news. His friends reassured you over and over again. Even banned you from social media momentarily. Just until the news is clear.

You're waiting at an airport in Sao Paulo, as what he had planned weeks ago. Both about to do your Europe trip with his friends waiting in the starting city of your itinerary. Both about to spend your anniversary vacation. Both about toー

Your sob seeped through your system as your anxiety heightened.

"Have you checked your baggages?"

"Yes baby. A check-in baggage and a carry on. 10 sets of outdoor clothes. 3 of formal, rest are casual."

"Your toiletries?"

"We're sharing our toiletries for over 4 years already, baby." You heard his deep chuckle. "That's not gonna change until I die okay?"

What happened? Shoyo, just pick up..

"Bakayama and Oikawa-san's gonna get me if we're a flight late and not together. Wait for me, okay?"

Shoyo's supposed to be plane crashed somewhere enroute Sao Paulo. He was from an away game and just last night he told you about their win and coming home to your arms. He's a flight late but it didn't matter now. Sao Paulo's volleyball star all-rounder Hinata Shoyo is believed on board that crashed plane and all of the state is already on fact checking. It's been 2 hours.

You jumped upon your phone ringing, fidgeting hands pawed at Kenma's video call.

"Breathe." He said over the line after talking over calming you. "He's fine. Shoyo's fine. Trust me."

You nod, then sobbed, phone on your forehead as you broke down. Familiar voices were calling you on the other line easing your tension but heck, you can't as long as Shoyo's not here with you right now.

"Can't we go to Sao Paulo, Kenma? Yn's alone."

"Kenma, you can finance us."

"I already booked tickets for me and Iwaizumi-san."

"What about us!?"

"Yn needs calm people right now."

"Iwa-chan! We are calmー"

"Yeah right."

You tuned them out. You can care less who's gonna be here. All you wanted was Shoyo.

A chilling hour passed before the Brazil media went into a rushing chaos. You thought it was someone else they were waiting but when you saw a bright orange disheveled hair weaving across rows of media, you broke down again and got rooted in your place.

But you waited. You waited for him to reach you in your spot.

He ignored all of the media and when he spotted you, he dropped everything and directly made a beeline to you, crashing your head to his chest, comforting arms around you. Your arms may be crashing his torso right now but you don't care. He's here already.

"You're late, Shoyo."

"Well," His sniffles were audible along with his hoarse voice, all above his chuckle. "Plane's rude, baby. Left with me still in the toilet seat. And you forgot to mention my charger and wallet. When we settle down for our flight to Italy, I'm sorry but we have to reorganize my stuff."

You buried your face in his chest further, chuckling and crying. "Thought you're gonna make me wait forever."

He kissed your crown, above all the noise of the media and their flashing cameras. "Will never gonna happen. I have to have you with me all the time from now on. What do you say?"

Honestly? That's the best offer he gave you. But you have to give him a mouthful before that for being so clumsy.

quick whip after the plane crash in Sao Paulo yesterday. my condolences to all grieving families. will include you all in my prayers tonight.

ran2024. hearts and reblogs are appreciated.

[blucassiopeia]

Hi! I love you and your works! I live for angst!

- anonie

thank you! ❤ you don't know how reading this now means to me 😘 i love you too 😭

[blucassiopeia]

heya there! hi, how are you plushies?

first and foremost, there are questions like this from anons in my inbox from 7 months ago till now and i can't answer them all one by one. it's the same thought anyway so to answer your questions..

if hiatus means taking a break from writing then yeah, i am in hiatus. i am in a pinch due to heavy workload irl and whenever i want to write, i can't seem to focus because of stress so.. i am not in a comfortable environment to write right now.

yes, i am still writing parts, continuing the series and the side stories, even installing more side stories to enjoy you all and myself. but it's rather slow than slower. might take a while but i'll peek like this from time to time.

Falling Stars is one of my pioneering stories to write and i've put all my blood, sweat and tears in this story so definitely, this will be updated and will be completed. someday.

so for now, please be patient with me. i love and miss you guys! 😘

[sweet-cherry-kisses]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[tsukiran]

you have been in and out of relationships. some did no good. some did good but chose not to stay. you were never hopeful since then. but this man in front of you..

"i won't lecture you because you're a grown up woman. but really, baby? i told you to bring your umbrella before going to work." he shot a glare at you but the effect is dampen while he's wearing the flynn rider apron. you just continued to stare at him lovingly as you dried your hair with the towel.

"next time, you're not going out without me checking your bag."

you hummed in passive approval, fighting a smile.

he continued to stir at the soup he's making for you 'to warm your body up'. he grumbles and huffs as he did and it's enough to warm your heart. with him not looking, you rounded the counter with a smile.

his body warmth against you was also enough, honestly. his bare back against your cheek, arms around his thin waist, the apron's fabric crinkling under your skin, love seeping through him as he's cooking for you.

"you can't get away with just a simple hug."

"i know." you kissed his back and snuggled more. "just keeping myself warm as you said."

he's silent for a moment. the sound of the faulty faucet dripping water to the chrome sink, the fan out in the living room, and light wind airing the curtains. it's peaceful and indulging. living with him has this kind of perks.

"i know i said that you should take care of yourself. i'm definitely gonna marry you someday so i'm also here to take care of you. but that's not an excuse to slack off, baby. i love you and whether you like it or not, i'm gonna worry."

he mumbled under his breath, eyes still on the soup. you wonder if you're back from where you were perched minutes ago, would you hear him speak.

you hugged him tighter to hide your face, to mumble an apology which he acknowledged with a grumble.

.. this man in front of you is erasing all of the painful feelings you had from the past and make you more hopeful of a future with him. and he's doing all of the things to prove his point with you.

"open." you opened your mouth and he fed you the soup he made. you closed your eyes and hummed in deliciousness, hugging the blanket he wrapped you in.

"husband material." you grinned at him at which he rolled his eyes at you.

"'course I am. practicing for when that day comes."

yep. he's gonna be the last one. definitely.

Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, MIYA OSAMU, Kita Shinsuke, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Vinsmoke Sanji, Suguru Geto, HIGURUMA HIROMI, ISAMI ALDINI, Kurokiba Ryo, Nakiri Asahi, Isshiki Satoshi

ran2024. reblogs are appreciated.

[tsukiran]

the day is in its golden hour as you head on home. streets you pass by becoming less and less congested as you walk lazily, you can feel the pain in your heels and toes trying to fit on the footwear you're on, sweat rolling through your back and sticking on your clothes. weary was all over your body and mind as you pressed the 'up' button of the elevator, still lazy on walking in for a minute ride to your floor. you barely nodded at the married couple you're with in the elevator car, unaware of their look of concern on your state. you may have been looking so haggard after a toxic workday.

you found yourself dragging your feet to the couch where you can see the sprawled figure of your fiancé, Bokuto Koutarou. he murmured something you didn't catch, and you just plopped over him, nuzzling on his still sweaty neck. it might also have been an exhausting day for him even if it's off-season.

Bokuto smiles and closes his eyes, ignoring the fact that you're both still on your work clothes, all sweaty and dusty. he held you close to him, running his fingers through your hair, kissing your crown. he can feel your tensed body relax at his movement and he smiled more. being your rest is such a big deal for him.

"let's take a short nap, hm? then, we'll go take a bath together? sounds good?" he murmured as he shifted you a little to the left, caging you to the sofa if ever you'll slip from his hold and fall. and you snuggled closer to him, nodding and purring.

but he didn't take that nap, instead he watched you rest your weary bones. he watched how you breathe, how your lips parted upon exhaling, how your soft features are relaxing once more, revealing the woman he loved the most. he traced every spot of your face with his adoring eyes and he knows, he won't trade these moments over anything.

"you know, you become gentler and quieter when you're around her."

"ah! i noticed that in him too, Konoha!"

he remembered how his highschool friends notice his changes since being in a relationship with you. he took it as a positive change because he can also feel it, you bring out the best in him. he knows you love his hyperactiveness, and everything that comes with him but he doesn't know why his affection would come as 'gentler and quieter'. maybe that's how his love language is.

he didn't notice how the minutes pass until he noticed you stirring from your nap, the little crinkles at the sides of your eyes cracking your angelic face. he was already smiling, waiting for you to open your eyes.

you were woken up by an "hey." and a kiss on your forehead, and you immediately hummed affectionately and cuddled close to Bokuto's chest.

"wake up, sleepyhead. i know you're hungry, heard your stomach grumbling while you were nappingー"

"nope." you shot a playful glare at him as he chuckles and brushes strands of your hair out of your face.

"okay. okay." he kissed your nose. "ready for a bath?"

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this was supposed to have a continuation but it's cool to just cut here LOL

ran2023.

[tsukiran]

you're reeling.

his voice is reeling in your mind like a freaking recorder.

you shut your eyes in annoyance as the class goes on, thoughts of him being in the same class after this hijacked your mind.

having to deal with him and his newly discovered effect on you these past few weeks is stressing you out and just yesterday, he said some things that might raise or break you.

Oikawa Tooru is a renowned playboy at the university, flirting with everyone that has a heartbeat. and God, does the rumors of him sleeping with almost anyone he finds appealing still reaches your ear.

it shouldn't bother you. it hadn't bothered you for years being friends with him. it. should. not. have. bothered. you.

but when that night happened some weeks ago, alone with him in his apartment during a movie night Hajime, Makki and Mattsun ditched for their ex-girl-tions, it wasn't the same as before anymore. your breath fucking hitched when he said 'i like being alone with you, it's comforting. wanna be like this with you forever.' but thoughーyou assumedーit was just a passing thought to him, it affected your whole being.

you started to notice how girls act towards him. all those flirtations brandishing in front of you like some body lotion commercial with all those skinship. it burned your eyes you have to look away. those sweet talks like those stall sellers advertising their brands and products and your system screams 'scam!'. and those tongue-lapping kisses... it made you want to run and hide to the ends of the earth.

there was one time Makki laughed at you for being too uncomfortable with it, saying 'you're acting like a virgin on Oikawa doing this and that every day' and Mattsun adding 'it's been 8 years, you should've get used to it'.

if they noticed, Hajime noticed it too, giving you weird looks everytime you acted weird too.

and if the three noticed it. of course, he did, too. obviously.

these past few weeks you were entertaining boys flirting with you. and it was very unusual for Tooru. and disturbing. he knew of your feelings even before you noticed it yourself. if he might say, it was going on for a year or so now. he's thinking you're dumb enough to notice your own feelings changing. lingering eyes, soft butterfly touches, soft tones, all of that not present before. and he's dumb too, because he can't risk anything with you despite his own feelings too. but this. this situation is new to him. and it's all amusing.

not until you entertained what he called scavengers out of nowhere. he can't help but to raise a brow everytime he sees it in front of him. and he smirks all the time cause he knows what you are doing.

yesterday, though, his patience ran thin.

he was already upset about losing to another university during intercollegiate volleyball and he just have to see you being kissed by some unknown boy. he saw red.

he was just going to tolerate your acts of getting distractions from your actual feelings but this? nope. no can do.

when you rounded the corner alone, he snatched your arm and dragged you to the nearest empty room, you yelping at his strong grip. your eyes are scalding his skull, girls flirting with him overshadowed the image of Tooru smirking at you. you glared at him.

"don't you see what's happening in front of your eyes?" he asked even before you can open your mouth to rant out.

you knew this would happen. and you would do everything just to stop this madness. this wasn't supposed to be happening.

"you. like. me. yn."

you were about to retort when he held a finger to shut you up.

"what. makes you think. they can compare to me? you know that no one can compare to me. no one can make you fall in love like i do yn, so stop running away."

your jaw dropped at his confidence, lips trembling in anger and fear. "what the hell are you talking about Tooru!?"

Tooru grinned at you, amusement glinted in his eyes at your futile denial. he finds it so adorable.

"well, you can flirt with those boys as much as you like to see what i am talking about."

you were already fuming as you remember what he said yesterday and hearing the bell that spelt your doom. you have to calm down, as you see another distraction by the door with a bouquet of roses in hand. you wished it were his occassional sunflowers, though. your head tilted at the discomforting thought, Tooru's voice ringing in your ears. your lips drew a thin line.

you let him walk you to your next class, and when you both reached the awaiting door, as if on cue, you saw Hajime staring at you as he passes by and entering the room, with Tooru trailing behind, already smirking at your bouquet.

you scowl at the wake of his smirk that almost said: lol, wrong flowers huh?

when the boy went and said goodbye as your professor came in, the bouquet felt burning in your touch. then as if like magnet, your eyes flew to Tooru by your side, already leaning in to whisper,

"i don't even have to be jealous and possessive of you, babe. good job."

you're dying to wipe that fucking smirk off of him.

ran2023.

[blucassiopeia]

[tsukiran]

haikyuu fic recs [ 2 ]

coz i got no idea it's just 100 links per post omg

ー list #1 is here list#3 is here, too

akaashi keiji. daddies in december // sweet angel

bokuto koutarou. baby please // giant puppy // oversharing boyfriend // baby fever // best birthday gift

hanamaki takahiro. i write sins, not tragedies // the walls are thin

hinata shoyo. come over for the night // i'm not tellin' // airhead // thief // lack of patience // best birthday gift

kageyama tobio. come over for the night // a newfound habit // dirty laundry // yours for always, his for the night

kita shinsuke. crush // the white knight // hockey player // cap's weakness // nice guy // innocent angel marking his territory // marriage competition

kozume kenma. can help with that // fart boob baby // speed runs

kuroo tetsurou. extrovert - introvert // dark red

matsukawa issei. stormy nights // big dick virgin // thigh heaven

miya atsumu. virgin // lovesick // just a taste // jersey effects // daddies in december // apologize some more // desperate // impotent (Hisako) // worth the try // the walls are thin

miya osamu. bff!osamu // am i the asshole (wrong ghostface) // videobomber // unconventional // messy girls // don't fit // relax // glasses // behind you

sakusa kiyoomi. headband // daddies in decembers // contrast // trophy -virgin killer // jam // not so discreet // the long game // love pills

semi eita. pregnancy scare // liar

sugawara koushi. the art of waiting // dirty little secrets // yours for always, his for the night

suna rintarou. boop! found him // she fell first he fell harder // 12:41 raw oysters // single dad // milking bunny // 10:42pm daddy // fake fiancee

tsukishima akiteru. desk

tsukishima kei. edge // not fair - chap6 // regret // masterlist // jack of all trades // cute pervert

ukai keishin. hottest days of the year - part 2

various. i'll consume you (if you let me) // all his to enjoy // masterlist // i love when we get freaky on camera // unprofessional introduction // beefy men // NNN - Nov20 // jersey // only one way it can end // riding him // dry humping // while masturbating - extra - extra // fuck-it-list

ran2023. updated 12/11/23

[tsukiran]

suggestive. very. implied sex and pregnancy.

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this isn't funny anymore.

you glared at your husband as he shuffles through the apartment after a 32-hour shift. he was getting ready for dinner and quoted, he'll be helping you, but how is this helping?

Daichi, minutes upon arrival, just tossed his uniform to the couch, fabric sprawling with the throw pillows. but that's not it! HEーcalm downーhe displayed his naked torso still glistening with sweat, with that tribal tattoo on his pecs you really loved touching when.. you know. andーyou closed your eyes in irritation and annoyance and whateverーhis black boxer briefs, and bulge, also in full view. you knew your face is hot, red and burning, you stuttered a step back from the oven to take out the chicken for dinner and set it on the counter to transfer it.

but that's a mistake. because a few seconds later, if not immediately, Daichi wrapped his bulky arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder, sniffing at the aroma the chicken had. then he kissed your shoulder, then the space connecting your shoulder and neck that sent shivers down your spine and far south. your lips graced a thin line. all of which he didn't noticed.

he's always like this for a month now. ignorant of how this affects you. thankfully, you had dinner in peace, since his lower half was hidden below the table. but too late, you're incredibly horny already.

in the morning, you felt so sore down under and glared at the still warm empty side of the bed remembering how it came to this. his routine was to innocently seduce you and then pleasure you in bed after dinner. for a month now. it might sound petty but you want a fucking revenge. you needed him to pounce at you, not the other way around. oh your precious ego.

after your morning care routine, you got out of your shared room with just your casual panties. you smirked at the image of Daichi's reaction in your head.

it was a straight corridor to the living room and if Daichi sits on the edge of the sofa, he would see you walking, like right now. his eyes widened and shouted, "SUGA! OUT! NOW!" while locking eyes with your horrified expression. you heard a distant whine and hurried footsteps exited your apartment before you registered what had happened.

but he wasn't nervous. he was thankful that Koushi was in the far kitchen just next to the door. he didn't see you topless with just your panties. Daichi smirked and licked his bottom lip.

but you were shaken. "i-i just wanted to show you how affected i am when you go topless, Dai. i'm sorry."

gesturing with just his pointer finger, "c'mere."

you offered baby steps towards him and while doing so,

"you're so horny. what's happening? is my bare body making you thー" and it registered in your nose you haven't had the chance to let him finish.

you ran for the kitchen sink and vomited whatever there is, nausea hit you but Daichi was already there supporting you from behind.

"WHAT'S THAT SMELL!? GET IT OFF THE APARTMENT!"

Daichi sniffed and true enough, Koushi's perfume enveloped the space. and it dawned on both of you.

"oh myー" you vomited some more at the realization.

"yes. oh my god."

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ran2023.

[tsukiran]

it's pouring hard and hurried shuffles from people to shelter below the large eaves of the school building were heard immediately after the rain started. the soft chilly winds of november blew your hair, you have to hold the light strands against your ear. as you waited for someone, you were silently reminded of that day when you met him.

it was like this. also raining. also at school, of 10 years ago. no umbrella in hand. and worst? with no glasses.

your surroundings without it is so sure as blurry as your flunked grades right now, but 10 years ago, you were sure it wasn't as blurry. but you needed help. was it some sort of young budding ego that detaches you from the fact that you actually need help right now, to at least get home.

you remembered you heard a noisy shuffle and a classmateーhe sits two seats behind youーlingered his eyes on you and your needy figure. his eyes focused on your trembling lips and your hands fisting your school skirt.

"do you need help?" it was painfully obvious.

your lips quivered more at his words and nodded.

"i left my glasses at home and it's all blurry enough for me to be nervous to get home alone."

you bravely endured your attempt to wail in front of him. you did. but he patted your head like he knows you wanted to cry. and it's comforting.

"there, there." every stroke of his hand in your hair felt like brushing your non-existent tears away from your system. he smiled at you and his hand left your head as fast and went back to stare at you. "don't cry. i got you. i'll get you home."

the wave of distress receded on you in silence, calm surfaces in your young self as cold winds blew against your small figures.

"you're kind. thank you."

he nodded as he opens his cute doraemon umbrella and pulled you against him, to shelter you both from the rain. you started your way out of the gates.

"my mom said to treat all the girls like how i treat her. i'm practicing." he grinned at you, his eyes then dead straight at the rainy path ahead.

"you're like my dad." you pouted as you scooted more when you felt droplets on your shoulder. "this is the first time i accidentally left my glasses that's why..."

he held you close by the little shoulder as he notices you getting wet, his mouth slightly opened at his predicament named rain and how it makes people's clothes wet. he's listening to you, you should never have to worry. his young mind even remembers how tone-deaf are you when music classes start. he's attentive when it comes to you.

"i hate asking people for help so.. i wish my husband would be as kind as you."

and you would never know the little jump his young heart made at your innocent statement. you would never know, until this day. and he wants you to know.

back at the present, you heard an irritated sigh beside you and you smiled, not even looking at him. you heard a rummaging sound from his direction and in your blurry peripherals, you figured he's pulling out his umbrella from his bag.

"you're stubborn."

"i know you'll be here." you grinned at him as he shelters you both in his slightly big folding umbrella, a lesson from years ago.

suna rintarou knew he'll always be here. even with your glasses in your current possession or no. or even when it's sunny. he'll always be here for you. he wants you to know so badly, but maybe tomorrow, or maybe the next day? weekend? next? God, nevermind.

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ran2023.

[nkogneatho]

"i can't believe you did this to me, toru" you looked at him with almost tears in your eyes. your heart was aching. you couldn't believe that you just witnessed the love of your life betraying you. and the worst part was...he wasn't he even sorry about it. not an ounce of shame or regret masked his face.

"you want me to be sorry? aww poor thing. you'll never get my apology, y/n." he mocked you.

"after all those times we spent together...this is how you treat me?"

"you deserve it if i am being honest," he spat. how can he say that? did he never love you? was all that a lie??

"i can't believe you right now. i wish this was a nightmare. i loved you so much but you? you give me this in return?"

"babe. i love you too but pick up 24 cards. you can't win this time," he pointed at the deck of uno cards. he really pulled out three draw fours on you. well he was right. you did deserve it since you did the same last week. but you thought he'd go easy on you.

"i hope yout favorite kikufuku stores shuts down." you glare angrily at him while counting the cards you have to pick

"you take that back or i'll give you another draw two."

"FUCK YOU, GOJO SATORU!!"

"yeah, i love you too"

[blucassiopeia]

@charsiuramen hey mf

[tsukiran]

from @shoulmate's Tanaka piece ;; my side of the story

below 1k

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I picture Yuu just pulling you to save him from the ache he's encountering during that call and youーthe new bestfriend he found while travellingーshould do something to help him. After the call, he was dead silent, and dead inside. All that jumping with joy facade crumbled before your eyes. He grounded at Italy for as long as he usually don't. Asahi was back at Tokyo for business so it's just you and him in your temporary beach house. You couldn't find the words to say to comfort him until,

"Y/n, thank you for just being here with me. I might've probably just be lost if it's just me." You smiled at him and hugged him tight.

"A week and finally, you have spoken to me. I was this close on calling Asahi for rescue." You giggled through the hug, and you heard him chuckle too and hugged you more tightly than you were.

Silence enveloped as he just cried in your arms that night, a first. He cried like a baby. He might've really loved that Kiyoko, huh. What a tricky fate having her to be engaged to his bestfriend Ryu. And you never imagined Yuu would cry like this, and it's gut-wrenching. You're used to see him all-smiles and energetic, but this scene in front of you is throwing all those to a cliff far below. Guess pain really morphs people inside out.

Through his cries, he was muttering about how he really loved Kiyoko and how he controlled himself whenever Ryu steps in forward towards her. Bros before hoes. He admitted that one underlying thing that drove him to travel around is that to be able to stay away from Kiyoko as far as possible, for Ryuu to breathe in the chance and move. And you scrunched up at the thought that Ryu never knew any of this. It was just this crying man, he never dared to speak up. Maybe Asahi knows some of the details tho. But he's held it in for far too long, and now it's breaking him.

You know that after letting him ride his grief, you have to take him out to the sun again, out from his darkness. First step? "Wanna watch a movie? We can call in delivery for dinner and ice cream" You watched him nod and rolled over and under his covers turning his back on you.

"Chocolate flavored ice cream please." He muttered as you heard sniffs. You chuckled and kissed his head swiftly before leaving him in his room.

Since that night, you have been helping him picking up his broken pieces and putting it back together. Still at Italy, waves at earshot and summer winds wafting both of you. Asahi heard of the news and called a week later, panicking as to what happened to his Noya and felt relieved because he knew you won't leave the smudgy-cute-now-broken-but-still-working man alone.

Six months later, you're seeing the smile again, the smile you fell hard from the first day you met him. He's holding your hand right now, cruising through a lot of people in the wedding venue.

"Can't wait for you to meet the others. You ready, aren't you?" His joyful self surfacing again.

Asahi was eyeing you both and grinned at you and at the sight of your hands, you feel yourself blushing hard. "Y-yeah. Super ready."

The sight of Kiyoko and Ryu graced the big audience they weren't expecting and you stuttered a worried glance at Yuu, which is surprisingly looking at you. "I wonder..." He smirked at your blushing face. "I wonder how beautiful you would be in something white and holding me like that."

And you knew, this Yuu you're seeing right now is not a facade anymore.

"I wonder, too."

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ran2023.

[tsukiran]

from @med-qb 's drummer yamaguchi tadashi!

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"so... there's this sudden offer..."

his shirt crinkled as you looked up at him. his breaths deep, you can literally hear how his heartbeat races against your ear on his chest upon opening the topic he's been dreading to tell you about. you propped your body up to see his eyes more clearly which just narrowed your own vision. he's nervous.

Eita had offered him something last week and he's been dreading it for these past few days. on how to tell you, he doesn't know.all he knows is that, if he start this ..detour.. on both your plans to settle down, he can't stop. from the moment he and Kei saw that drum set years ago at some music store, he knew it'll call him on and on. like now.

"what is it?" your voice was coated with sleep, early mornings rubbing on you.

"promise me you won't get mad?" his breaths were shaky and you were concerned, you lazily sat up and stared at him. sunlight basked your features and he can't help but get awestrucked, every damn time.

"when did i ever get mad at you 'Dashi?" his awkward smile is still the cutest you have seen, you can't help but to kiss him to which he whined at the swiftness of it. "come on, tell me."

"uhm..." he sat up, scratched his imaginary itchy head and ran a hand down his face, trying his best to calm the heck down. he breathed, a deep one and carefully eyeing you sheepishly, fingers pawing at each other. "Eitaofferedmeaplaceinhisbandbecausetheirdrummeryeeted."

he assumed he might have to repeat it for you with the way your head tipped, intense eyes on his. he gulped.

but you caught it. how many times had Tadashi speedtalked like that? you can't even count. you were used to it, and acquiring a new skill in the process.

"we'll talk later when you get home. you'll be late for work." you mumbled as you get off the bed to start your morning, leaving Tadashi still baffled and heartbroken in the bed.

and Tadashi's world crumbled right then. he can almost hear the disapproval in your voice. he chewed on his lip as he get ready for work, anxiety and dread gnawing at him. you were both silent as he wore on his shoes on your genkan.

"be safe. come back to me."

how do you do that? he assumes you're upset, but you're here still being sweet with him. his lips quivered and hugged you, whispering a silent apology and i love you before kissing you bye.

as soon as he was out of the door, he texted Eita that he can't accept the offer. he was sad, a little, but he has to drop this off because he wanna settle down with you. he'll continue to pick you over anything.

he worked just fine but mostly in his vacant minutes, he'd stare at his desk absentmindedly and think of how to take back what you said. his assumptions is eating him, anxious with what you would both talk about when he comes home. he was scolded then, for he has drummed his pen loudly echoing through the workspace. he apologized nonchalantly and continued to work.

he almost jumped off the bus when he saw the busstop nearing. these are the days when he wants super powers like flying, though it's childish. yeah he knows. but he wanna get to you as fast.

he was thinking of kneeling while taking back his words, though in the back of his head he hopes you'd agree. he wants you to agree and give him the go signal. he really wants to be in that stage, holding those drumsticks, in front of those drum set... it's a dream. though he doesn't know how to be in that stage without compromising his work. you may have thought about this.

but he's ready to give this up for you, and he was thinking you shouldn't be guilty because you should know you're his priority.

he nervously tapped the code for the door in your apartment and silently wished for world peace. he silently toed off his shoes in your genkan and wondered where are you in this stillness.

that stillness broke though when he heard a loud and chilly sound resounded through the apartment. it was something metallic, falling to the floor. and he heard you yelped so he dashed to the sound still with one sock on he slipped along the way.

he found you in the second room, the one you abandoned when you decided to sleep with him since you two got together. it took him a minute before registering the things in the room before his eyes widen.

you were busy with texting in your phone, your back on Tadashi and you yelped numerous times today when he suddenly hugged you from behind and kissed your head. you weren't surprised, you had heard the door but this is important now. you didn't let him speak, calling Kei through your boyfriend's hug.

"Kei! where the hell did you put the drumsticks? and the snares! they aren't here!" you sneered at the phone, snarking at it. "Tadashi's here already!"

Tadashi can't help but pepper your neck with kisses while talking to his bestfriend. he can't contain his happiness seeing you right here, arranging the drum set. where did you get it? did you buy it? how much was it? where did the money come from? those questions were swimming in his head but all he can do now is to hug you oh so tight.

after exchanging banters with Kei on the phone, you turn to tend to your boyfriend and kissed his cheeks. "my necks' all wet 'Dashi." you giggled as you saw how his amber eyes twinkled underneath the room lights.

"i love you." and you melted right there. much more when he kissed you breathless, you had to push him away to breathe.

you pecked his lips one more time, "i love you too." and he can't get enough of you, but he has to wait till all is settled.

Tadashi excitedly walked near the set, running his fingertips on every instrument. and you reveled at the sight. you haven't seen him with this kind of happiness that his spirit literally lifts up, kicking his feet, well except with you. you have made the right decision to purchase the drumset over a month ago.

"whereー"

"that's bought a month ago. Kei helped me hide it from you. the money.. well, it's from our wedding budget... but we can save and take back that money. your dreams are more important. the wedding can wait. and to tell you honestly, i'm upset. not to the fact that you'll be a parttime drummer with Eita but with you thinking i'd be mad at you asking for it. i promised i'd support you no matter what. and Mr. Yamaguchi, we met because of that fateful day in a club where you subbed in for Eita's absentee drummer. don't ever forget that. Eita's coming in an hourー"

your rant was cutted off with a kiss from Tadashi. he's already teary eyed, and you are too. you grinned at him and kissed him again in bliss.

"how did i get so lucky?" he showered your face with kisses.

and that scene is what Kei walked into, your giggles filling the apartment. he narrowed his eyes and purposely set down the snares in a loud thud. you both jumped at the intrusion but you giggled and rested your head against Tadashi's chest, grinning at an annoyed Kei.

"that's the last of it. and the sticks are in the living room."

"thank you Kei. would you like to have dinner?"

"no thanks. he badly wants to make out with you right now. i don't wanna be here when that happens. bye."

and he straight up left your apartment grumbling with the sound of both your laughs. and maybe you texted Eita to have the talk this weekend, because yeah, Kei didn't kid about Tadashi expressing how much he's happy. and you have no right to deprive him from that.

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ran2023.

[tsukiran]

one of the few things Osamu appreciates and enjoys on sunday mornings is this:

watching you seating across the dining table, feet propped up to the empty table while playing your favorite phone game. sunlight from the window graces your serious frame, your nose scrunching when you failed to match a set of candy on time, a familiar melody rang from your phone prompting the defeat. he would want to partly show gratitude to Kenma on introducing you to the addicting game. because of that, he can watch you like this without your knowledge.

he lost count on how many times he reveled in this spectacle before his eyes. how you scratch your ears with your shoulders, how your breath hitches at a loss, how your toes wiggle in excitement when you win, how you whine... damn, he's so whipped for you.

Osamu's lazy routine was disrupted by the shrieking kettle. he cursed under his breaths and glared at it from the counter for he saw how your body jumped in surprise, whipping your head at the sound, your messy bun getting messier at the sudden action. you blinked at him with eyes that stole his heart a million times.

"scared me." you softly mumbled before getting back to your game.

"'m sorry." he grinned at you, not minding you not seeing. though you know he did at the sound of his voice.

there were a few clangs from silverwares and a moment after, you received a sloppy kiss on the cheek before Osamu settled down with both your breakfasts. he purposely nudged your feet off the table to get your attention to which you pouted. you ended the game and it's time to give your lover attention.

but Osamu won't mind. having your attention or no, he still savors the moments with you near him, whatever you do.

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ran2023.

[blucassiopeia]

i can't pinpoint what's wrong with your pieces. it's nice, good but there's something missing or hanging it is frustrating. write more to develop more. i would love to see you grow as a fellow writer.

i know that mate :)) don't worry, my readers deserves my best as of the moment and i'd be pushing my limits for y'all. i love to develop my writing to give you more. ❤