maria. 22.

kinda ia but not so ia

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ahhh i just finished heart’s cuts and omg it was so so good and so well written 😩❤️ (also made me miss watching grey’s way too much lmaoo)

HQGGTYWIHFXVZC thank you so so much 🥺🥺 i’m so glad you liked it! it’s been a while since heart’s cuts ended but i had so much fun writing this,,,, i literally woke up one day (or was probably still awake in the dead of the night lool) and thought “what if i wrote a grey’s hq smau,,,, and thus heart’s cuts was born hahaha thank you so so much again this made my day 🤧🤧

[bokutoyaoya]

plz i’m feeling so dumb bc i cant get it 😭😭help me please why is noya’s nickname B12 😭😭

don’t worry bc i googled this one when i was choosing his nickname lol basically it’s one of the eight B vitamins, and since noya is a very VERY energetic one well,,,,,, you get it 😅😅

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Literal sunshine

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OMGGG GUYS JWUQTREWADXXW i finally got the app i was using to make my smaus back!!! i can finally write smaus again <3333 idk yet when will i have the time to write again tho bc work yay,,, but hopefully i can start story-lining a new smau soon!

[bokutoyaoya]

i can’t wait to get my shit together so i can start writing heart’s cuts sequel and spin-off 🙄

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i just started “heart’s cut” and omggggg i’m loving it. SERIOUSLY SINCE I FIRST SAW THE SUMMARY I WAS LIKE 😭☝️❤️

but i gotta say, when i saw tanaka’s contact name my first thought was “plz don’t die tanaka bubs 😭” i luv grey’s anatomy (lmao i only watched until season 13 but still), but shonda rhimes traumatized some bitches (me, i’m bitches

ANTWAYS POINT IS IM LOVING IT 🙏🙏❤️❤️

OMGGG that’s 😭🤧😭🥰😭 thank you so much 🥺 i’m glad you’re enjoying the story so far <33333

yea no worries no one dies in this one (not under my watch lol) someone just HAD to be 007,,,, i watched all season of greys (except the last one or just a few episodes) but imo everything goes down starting season 9 :/// bc all the good ones are gone or will go soon yk

BUT AGAIN THANKS LOVE I REALLY APPRECIATE IT 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

[bokutoyaoya]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MIY TWINS, THEY MAKE ME WANNA CRY WHEN I THINK ABOUT THEM BC THEY’RE JUST SO UUUUGH AND 🥰🥰 YK

[bokutoyaoya]

i started tokyo rev,,,, i’m at episode 13 and umm idk what’s gonna happen next but ummm,,,, DRAKEN PROTECTION SQUAD like give the boy a rest????

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Preppin for the birthday boys 🎈

[bokutoyaoya]

not so back by unpopular demand : me! you deserve an explanation as to why i haven’t been active on this blog for the past month? two months? also maybe some of you don’t give a flying fuck about why i’ve been mia but i feel like it’s still the right thing to do

first, i’ve moved back to my parents’ and i haven’t digested that information properly yet

second, started working again a month ago and i am exhausted, my body is aching bc i’m doing 6 to 8 hours shifts without being allowed to sit down and the first thing i want to do when i get home is lie down and sleep

i’ve also hit a writer’s block, and i felt that when i was writing there last two chapters of unbreak my heart, i clearly rushed the end, i had an idea but no determination or inspiration when reaching chapter 5/6/7 and i feel terrible that it’s trash 🙂

now, i really want to write smaus again, i just logged in and saw 99+ notifications and most of them were about heart’s cuts, and i can’t thank you enough for the love and support you give this fic 😭 so i really want to go back to writing smaus, including writing heart’s cuts spin-off and sequel BUT atm i can’t due to technicalities with the app i used for my previous smaus,,, and i don’t have the energy in me to go back to it just yet

finally, you are over 300 following this blog, and well welcome new people ❤️ thanks for reading my stuff even tho I’m not updating anything at the moment 😅

again, i am so terribly sorry for disappearing like that, so i’m just saying this : i will be inactive when it comes to writing on this blog BUT i wish to revive it a bit, and so i would like to interact with you again!

take care ❤️❤️

[bokutoyaoya]

PALACE BY SAM SMITH

Now

You are a jigsaw puzzle, and everyone’s jigsaw puzzle is unique. As you’re going through life, you are slowly piecing it together, bit by bit, based on experiences and lessons that you’ve learned, until you get the best picture, but the thing is everyone has lost the box for their jigsaw. So none of us know what the image we’re trying to make is, we’re just confidently fucking guessing. Fundamentally, you’re kind of always figuring out what your big picture is.

The most common way to start a jigsaw is to start from the outside — the sides and the four corners.

Who are you? What are you doing? Where are you going? Which path are you taking next?

You move stuff around, the picture changes, and changes again, and again, and again. In your part, the main bit of your jigsaw puzzle has yet to be filled, yet to be figured out. When asking your surroundings what was it that completed their jigsaw, what made them whole, most of them would talk about love.

It was all to do with love.

Now.

Seeking help from your surroundings, family or friends, has proved many times never to be a good idea. Your family believed success in life was achieved when three conditions in life were met : a job, a partner, and kids. Your friends were talking about a successful life mentioning trips abroad, being a girl boss and most definitely not having kids.

Needless to say, neither suggestions fitted your jigsaw.

Then, ten years happened, Shinsuke happened, waltzed into your life and just like that, he became your big picture. A life with Kita Shinsuke was everything you were and everything you’ve always been — but maybe, just maybe, 7 years of kinda-mutual pining weighted in your judgement.

“Shin, talk to me.”

You loosened your arms around his shoulders a bit, his head still resting against your chest and his own arms circling your waist. Your fingers threaded through his silver hair

“I love you, so much, Y/N,” he sighed and you rested your hands at his nape. “But we’ve been there before…”

It was all too frustrating and unfair, but that’s part of trying to figure out what your big picture is. You won’t always like or approve of the outcome, but you can't always have what you wish for, may it be hearing what would make you feel better, or have it your way in particular situations. Shinsuke was never one to beat around the bush, and usually you wouldn’t mind. But damn, it hurt realizing you couldn’t fight anymore. Fighting any longer for this love meant losing both yourselves in the process.

“I don’t want to lose you, Shin,” you sobbed, unable to hold back the tears from streaming down your cheeks.

“Y/N…” he pleaded, drifting away from your hold.

Because each individual is as deep and complex as you are, they too, have spent their life working on their own jigsaw puzzle. It took three years of marriage (and a good amount of denial) to understand you both had been working towards very different images. Only then did you realize you wanted different things.

But you refused to ask yourself, do I admit the last three years of my life have been a waste? And do I waste the rest of my life?

It was all to do with love. Because apparently, you were nothing without loving him or without Shinsuke loving you, it had become an obsession, you both knew that.

“Why did you marry me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Shinsuke’s arms fell down from your waist in a slow and gentle motion.

“Because I love ya,” he replied.

“You love me?” you echoed, sobbing again, “then why are you un-marrying me?”

“Because I love ya, and because I want us to be happy,” he paused, “and we’re not happy.”

He wasn’t wrong, but damn, it hurt to hear him say it out loud.

Your jigsaw is your own, it cannot be shared or built by someone else. Your jigsaw is who you are, who you aspire to be, and among other things, it displays what makes you happy. Like Shinsuke stated, neither of you had been happy in this relationship lately, not because you didn’t love each other anymore, you had drifted away from each other because you were not meant to be a constant in each other’s life nor an important piece to complete your jigsaw.

Shinsuke stood up and made his way to the genkan, walking past the credenza. You followed, a few steps behind, watching him tie up his shoes and picking up the bag of clothes he originally came for. You tried to ignore the tug at your heart as best as you could when Shinsuke turned back to face you, a gentle smile adorning his features, golden eyes boring into yours, reassuring you, we’ll be fine.

“I love you, Y/N.”

I always have.

“I love you too, Shin.”

I always will.

You opened the door for Shinsuke, letting him go without a word for each other, then closed behind him, the sight of his back burning in the back of your eyes, one last tear rolling down your still wet cheek.

The place felt strange all over again, but it was a different kind of strange, like you didn’t belong here, like it was time to leave. You opened the drawer where you had stuffed the divorce papers earlier during Shinsuke’s visit, and found a pen hidden somewhere too.

It wasn’t insanity, delusion or irresponsibility, it was love all along, for ten years. You and Shinsuke loved each other deeply, but mostly, you loved each other enough to know it was time to let go.

「 UNBREAK MY HEART 」 07. palace

MASTERLIST

– FIN WOUHOUH this was,,,, an experience for me to say the least, bc i got to practice writing an only redacted fic, but dAMN was it a pain in my ass

– the analogy of the jigsaw comes from daniel sloss’ jigsaw stand-up comedy show when the title, unbreak my heart, is the name of the episode is grey’s anatomy that inspired this whole series

– thank you to anyone who’s been following this little heartbreaking story <33333

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PALACE BY SAM SMITH

Now

You are a jigsaw puzzle, and everyone’s jigsaw puzzle is unique. As you’re going through life, you are slowly piecing it together, bit by bit, based on experiences and lessons that you’ve learned, until you get the best picture, but the thing is everyone has lost the box for their jigsaw. So none of us know what the image we’re trying to make is, we’re just confidently fucking guessing. Fundamentally, you’re kind of always figuring out what your big picture is.

The most common way to start a jigsaw is to start from the outside — the sides and the four corners.

Who are you? What are you doing? Where are you going? Which path are you taking next?

You move stuff around, the picture changes, and changes again, and again, and again. In your part, the main bit of your jigsaw puzzle has yet to be filled, yet to be figured out. When asking your surroundings what was it that completed their jigsaw, what made them whole, most of them would talk about love.

It was all to do with love.

Now.

Seeking help from your surroundings, family or friends, has proved many times never to be a good idea. Your family believed success in life was achieved when three conditions in life were met : a job, a partner, and kids. Your friends were talking about a successful life mentioning trips abroad, being a girl boss and most definitely not having kids.

Needless to say, neither suggestions fitted your jigsaw.

Then, ten years happened, Shinsuke happened, waltzed into your life and just like that, he became your big picture. A life with Kita Shinsuke was everything you were and everything you’ve always been — but maybe, just maybe, 7 years of kinda-mutual pining weighted in your judgement.

“Shin, talk to me.”

You loosened your arms around his shoulders a bit, his head still resting against your chest and his own arms circling your waist. Your fingers threaded through his silver hair

“I love you, so much, Y/N,” he sighed and you rested your hands at his nape. “But we’ve been there before…”

It was all too frustrating and unfair, but that’s part of trying to figure out what your big picture is. You won’t always like or approve of the outcome, but you can't always have what you wish for, may it be hearing what would make you feel better, or have it your way in particular situations. Shinsuke was never one to beat around the bush, and usually you wouldn’t mind. But damn, it hurt realizing you couldn’t fight anymore. Fighting any longer for this love meant losing both yourselves in the process.

“I don’t want to lose you, Shin,” you sobbed, unable to hold back the tears from streaming down your cheeks.

“Y/N…” he pleaded, drifting away from your hold.

Because each individual is as deep and complex as you are, they too, have spent their life working on their own jigsaw puzzle. It took three years of marriage (and a good amount of denial) to understand you both had been working towards very different images. Only then did you realize you wanted different things.

But you refused to ask yourself, do I admit the last three years of my life have been a waste? And do I waste the rest of my life?

It was all to do with love. Because apparently, you were nothing without loving him or without Shinsuke loving you, it had become an obsession, you both knew that.

“Why did you marry me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Shinsuke’s arms fell down from your waist in a slow and gentle motion.

“Because I love ya,” he replied.

“You love me?” you echoed, sobbing again, “then why are you un-marrying me?”

“Because I love ya, and because I want us to be happy,” he paused, “and we’re not happy.”

He wasn’t wrong, but damn, it hurt to hear him say it out loud.

Your jigsaw is your own, it cannot be shared or built by someone else. Your jigsaw is who you are, who you aspire to be, and among other things, it displays what makes you happy. Like Shinsuke stated, neither of you had been happy in this relationship lately, not because you didn’t love each other anymore, you had drifted away from each other because you were not meant to be a constant in each other’s life nor an important piece to complete your jigsaw.

Shinsuke stood up and made his way to the genkan, walking past the credenza. You followed, a few steps behind, watching him tie up his shoes and picking up the bag of clothes he originally came for. You tried to ignore the tug at your heart as best as you could when Shinsuke turned back to face you, a gentle smile adorning his features, golden eyes boring into yours, reassuring you, we’ll be fine.

“I love you, Y/N.”

I always have.

“I love you too, Shin.”

I always will.

You opened the door for Shinsuke, letting him go without a word for each other, then closed behind him, the sight of his back burning in the back of your eyes, one last tear rolling down your still wet cheek.

The place felt strange all over again, but it was a different kind of strange, like you didn’t belong here, like it was time to leave. You opened the drawer where you had stuffed the divorce papers earlier during Shinsuke’s visit, and found a pen hidden somewhere too.

It wasn’t insanity, delusion or irresponsibility, it was love all along, for ten years. You and Shinsuke loved each other deeply, but mostly, you loved each other enough to know it was time to let go.

「 UNBREAK MY HEART 」 07. palace

MASTERLIST

– FIN WOUHOUH this was,,,, an experience for me to say the least, bc i got to practice writing an only redacted fic, but dAMN was it a pain in my ass

– the analogy of the jigsaw comes from daniel sloss’ jigsaw stand-up comedy show when the title, unbreak my heart, is the name of the episode is grey’s anatomy that inspired this whole series

– thank you to anyone who’s been following this little heartbreaking story <33333

TAGLIST IN THE REBLOGS

© BOKUTOYAOYA 2021. do not repost, copy, modify or translate any of my works. do not claim any of my works as your own.

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[9:25 PM] — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Kiyoomi remembers vividly the empty house and quiet evenings of his childhood. He’s been told not now, Kiyoomi far more times than he can recount, and it’s ingrained in him. He’s too often been an afterthought, there’s never really been time for him, and he’s grown used to that.

But he looks down at two little orbs, same shade of obsidian as his—and unlike his, they’re wide and curious. They shine with trust, a trust in him and you and in the world that things will be good, and he doesn’t wanna ruin that. There are tiny hands that reach up and expect his to be waiting, and he makes sure they are. He promises he’ll be good, that he’ll do things differently.

The Sakusa’s haven’t always been known for being a tight knit family, but he wants to change the course of things, and he does his best. So when news comes that soon there’ll be another baby, Kiyoomi sees that there’s one person who’s not as thrilled as everyone else.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Kiyoomi crawls into the trampoline beside his daughter. Her pigtails are loose, stray hairs disarrayed from a long day of playing in the backyard, and he smiles at the chipped polish on her fingernails. He’ll have to repaint them soon.

It’s a tight squeeze, the trampoline’s built for a five year old, not a 6’4 well-built athlete, but he makes do with his legs pressed up to his chest, hand laying itself atop her unruly curls that match his.

“Nothing, daddy,” she mumbles quietly, fiddling with the tiara in her hands. Kiyoomi sighs softly, shifting to face her as best he can. It’s silent for a bit, until he decides to break it.

“Did you know I have a big sister?” She looks up at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and her nose scrunches up the way yours does, making Kiyoomi’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins at the sight.

“Really?” He nods, pulling her body closer, and she curls into his warm chest, hand moving to grip his shirt as he kisses her forehead.

“Yeah, sure do. It’s your aunt, remember? You saw her during the summer at grandma’s house.”

“Oh,” she whispers. “She doesn’t talk a lot,” she recalls, and Kiyoomi hums. He’s never exactly been close with his sister, and he wants things to be different with his own family.

“We never really spent a lot of time together,” he explains.

“Is it because you stole her love, daddy? From your parents?” Blinking, Kiyoomi looks down, watching as a pout curls his daughter’s lips, her eyes a tad bit watery at the idea. Titling her chin up, he presses another kiss to her nose.

“Now, why would I do that?”

“Because that’s what little brothers do. And little sisters. I don’ wanna be a big sister, daddy,” she whispers. And Kiyoomi hugs her closer, his own eyes a little moist. He’s not sure why.

Maybe it’s because he feels like he’s done something right, that his daughter feels loved in the first place. Or maybe it’s because there’s a pang in his chest that she could think anything would steal even a sliver of his love for her. Kiyoomi never knew love could burn this brightly, but the embers are never dying, and he cherishes this feeling, these moments.

“That’s not true, princess,” he murmurs. Laying his cheek on her head, he looks ahead at the backyard, looking at the three chairs on the patio. Two big ones on either side of a tiny one. There was once only two, one for you and one for him, but now there’ll soon be a fourth, and he feels his heart swell. This is fatherhood, he thinks, when a chair becomes so much more than a chair.

“I don’ want you to forget me,” she whispers, voice hesitant, and it almost breaks his heart, but he’s made a promise—and he intends to keep it.

“I could never,” he promises. Grabbing the tiara from her hand, he gently smooths down the curls, carefully placing it on her head. Giving her nose a soft pinch, he smiles at her giggles. “You’re still my princess, even with another baby. I love you, always will.”

“What if the baby steals you away?” Huffing out a chuckle, he cradles her cheek in his palm. It’s small against his large hand, and he’s thankful that despite all the growing she’s done in the last five years, she’s not done needing him, not ready to grow out of his affections.

Love is a two way road, he’s reminded yet again—and he’s glad.

“Daddy’s don’t ever stop loving their babies, you know,” he mumbles against her head. “Even when you’re a big girl, I’ll always love you.”

“Even if there’s another baby?”

“Of course. You were my first baby.” She grips his shirt tighter, and Kiyoomi lays his hand on top of hers, rubbing her back gently as she listens to his heart beat through his chest. He wants to show her it’s beating for her, that her little pigtails and morning kisses and after school tea parties are what makes his world go round, but for now, he settles for this. Just the two of them sat in the tiny trampoline, savoring the way time stilled for a moment.

“Do you think I’ll be a good big sister?”

“The best,” he answers immediately. She relaxes in his hold, yawning tiredly from the long day of adventures, and Kiyoomi is just as excited for bed time cuddles during story as ever.

“I love you, daddy,” she says with a small grin. And Kiyoomi’s always wondered if he’s done a good job, if he’s been keeping his promise to himself—and thinks he just might have done that and more when he looks down and sees two wide eyes even brighter than before.

So, with a soft squeeze and a kiss to the crown of her head, he murmurs “I love you too, princess.”

a/n: spent the weekend with my best friend and her little nephews and i been sobbing over dad kiyoomi

reblogs are really appreciated !!

[bokutoyaoya]

i just know that @/majorpectoralis on tik tok is osamu’s time-skip body…

[bokutoyaoya]

i remembered i had a dream i was dating osamu and i would constantly squeeze my face between his pecs

[bokutoyaoya]

i just know that @/majorpectoralis on tik tok is osamu’s time-skip body…

[bokutoyaoya]

AS THE WORLD CAVES IN BY SARAH COTHRAN

3 years ago

We can’t keep doing this, we don’t know what we’re doing, never have, never will.

How true was it?

Shinsuke never striked you to be impulsive, he was practical, making calculated decisions, methodical, and from the moment you told him you were actually dating someone, you knew he was more than capable of shutting down his feelings in the blink of an eye. Never to be felt again.

It stung at first, it hurt that Shinsuke could act like everything was alright, like neither of you had harbored feelings for each other, which was hypocritical of you because you had stuffed your own feelings down too, and it was even more stupid since the both of you decided not to talk about it ever.

Or at least not to talk about it at appropriate times, and most definitely not to talk about it just the two of you. It was rather straight to the point, in front of over a hundred guests at your wedding, in which Shinsuke wasn’t even the groom or the best man.

“I love ya, Y/N,” the words echoed in the air, “I always have.”

Way to confess after so many years of avoiding the inevitable.

“I want ya with me,” Shinsuke said, fist clenching so tight at his sides his knuckles were turning white. “I know ya love me too.”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to invite your high school crush — with whom you’ve acted like you’d been in an established relationship for as long as you’ve known each other, to your wedding, but he was still your best friend and that was a bond you never wished to break.

Well, Shinsuke was still a friend you were in love with, and apparently so was he.

Which brought us back to the fact that Shinsuke wasn’t impulsive. And yet, as he was the only one standing in the middle of the other guests, maybe there was a possibility that Shinsuke was a bit selfish, maybe he wanted you for himself and himself only just as much as you had once desired him for yourself only too. You couldn’t help the single tear rolling down your left cheek and the soft gasp you let out.

You did love him, but you loved your fiancé too, or the difference was that you were in love with Shinsuke, and loving him was more like how we never have to remind ourselves to breathe rather than we have to always think about when we need to eat.

You don’t remember if you spared one last glance at the man you were supposed to marry before throwing the bouquet of carnations you’d been holding onto with a tight grip since the ceremony began.

Petals were stripped from their receptacle as they hit the ground hard before you stepped on it when walking to Shinsuke. You grabbed his hand, and without a word, you both escaped the venue, leaving behind the cacophony growing borderline apocalypse. You were focused only on the feeling of Shinsuke’s hand in yours, its tight grip, a grounding force in a moment of chaos. You had ignored the eyes shockingly tracking you as you ran down the aisle until disappearing a few seconds later. Guests and ex-fiancé be damned.

Nothing else mattered.

Only Shinsuke did.

As you reached his car, Shinsuke turned to face you, snaking a hand around your waist while the other cupped your cheek. It was a slow and tender gesture, but your mind was still running too fast to register it properly, the way his thumb caressed your cheek and his golden eyes bore holes into yours. You breathed in, admiring the view from the edge of his glowing irises.

“Y/N, I want ya to be my wife,” he breathed out, “L/N Y/N, will ya marry me? Now?”

“Now?” you huffed a laugh, leaning into his touch.

“Let’s get out of here, let’s go back to the farm and I can ask ma grandma to marry us,” he chuckled while panting.

You nodded, and Shinsuke removed his hand from your cheek, reaching for the key to his car in his suit’s pocket.

“Shin,” you cupped his face with both hands so he would focus back on you.

It worked, Shinsuke had a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and a look of fondness instantly illuminating his features.

For the first time in all these years of pining over each other, not-so-unrequited feelings and missed confessions, it wasn’t about daring to take a leap of faith anymore, kissing Shinsuke in this very moment never felt so right. Taking his hand, running away, kissing him, lips meeting lips in a sweet waltz, hands moving around one’s neck or waist, deepening the embrace and tasting more of the other.

“Y/N,” Shinsuke panted as he rested his forehead against yours, “I really, really want to get more of this, but first, be my wife,” he said and pecked your lips one last time.

“So demanding,” you chuckled and Shinsuke kissed that grin off your face before hurrying you inside his car.

There you found the crinkled groceries list, and because Shinsuke was delivering rice here and there — or once a month to Osamu, you found a pen carefully put in the glove compartment. With your new fiancé, soon-to-be husband, you needed to start somewhere, and what better way there was than writing your vows on the run? Don’t read, you said to Shinsuke when he tried to eye the paper over your shoulder.

“I need a dress,” you realized.

“But y’already have one,” Shinsuke replied matter-of-factly.

“A new one I mean,” you glanced down at the puffy skirt and shuffled in your seat, this corset was really squeezing you too hard you struggled to breathe.

Shinsuke seemed deep in thought when he said, “I think you left a dress at my house once, a white sundress.”

“That’ll be plenty enough,” you smiled at him, as long as you were out of your current dress, anything was enough. Though you had completely forgotten about said sundress.

It wasn’t long before you were back in Himeji and only a few more minutes before you had reached the Kitas household in the outskirts of the city. As on cue, Yumie had been waiting at the doorstep, hands resting behind her with a smile on her face like she'd known her grandson and you were coming. Shinsuke helped you get off the car and carry the hem of your dress so it wouldn’t catch the dust on the ground.

Truth be told, it felt a little bit awkward to be standing in front of Shinsuke’s grandmother after so long. Her stare, as gentle and soft as it was firsthand, had you shake in your heels. “Let’s get you out of this dear,” was the only thing she said. “Shin-chan, call the city hall while we’re getting ready,” she added.

He nodded and you followed Yumie inside the house to a guest bedroom. When walking in, you immediately noticed the white sundress hanging from the wardrobe door.

That dress.

The one you wore on a very hot summer day when you had offered to Shinsuke to bring him lunch in the fields, this was the lightest outfit you owned, but the next day you went back to Osaka without it and completely forgot about it.

“D’ya really wanna marry my Shinsuke-chan, Y/N?” Yumie asked while zipping the back of the dress.

“Yes, I do.”

You were taken aback by the question at first, but there was no need to overthink the answer, it just seemed obvious that you were willing to marry Shinsuke without a second thought.

“And d’ya know what yer doin’?”

You believed her follow-up question sounded stupid, and you brushed it off sigh the excuse that it was Shinsuke. Planning the rest of your life with him didn’t feel like an emergency at the time, it was simply Shinsuke, high school sweetheart, the love of your life, sweetest man walking on this damned planet Earth, a deity putting an end to chaos.

Maybe it was an illusion after all, a fat denial when in fact you absolutely had no idea what was in store for the two of you in the following years.

Maybe the pieces weren’t fitting anymore.

「 UNBREAK MY HEART 」 06. as the world caves in

MASTERLIST – NEXT

– *taps mic* hello everyone,,, in today’s episode of maria’s shitshow, this chapter was a pain in my ass (again)

– i started with a first version of it, didn’t like it, wrote on my laptop instead of my phone and now this chapter is done and 1.2k long lol

– next chapter will be the final chapter of this series, i wrote something like 300 words already, which might not be a lot to some but is a lot to me lol (i’m a slow writer 👉👈)

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