#♫ STATIC NOISES. ( crack )

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟔: 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

♫ Habibi - Angel Eyes

Yeah he has a tender tone Seems he's always been alone But his eyes have more to say And I wanna take him home

✰ 𝐜𝐰: vague description of a panic attack (just the beginning, doesn't become a full blown one), written part between SMAU parts.

⭅ back to m.list

“Happy birthday, Bokkun!!”

There’s warm arms engulfing you, kisses pressed to cheeks, a sea of voices as two worlds collide. You hear yourself laugh but it also feels far away, like you’re underwater. Let me put the cake down first, then I’ll give you a big, fat hug, you say, and you swallow down the familiar buzzing in your chest. It’s been there since last night, quiet but there, asking to be unraveled.

Demanding to be felt. 

You were never really good at that, weren’t you? Always shoving those unwanted feelings away, clawing at them, drowning them; in hopes that they’d never surface again, mirroring your distorted self.

The noises around you melt into static noise, and you take a few steps back, trying to quietly pull yourself out of this, just enough so you can breathe again. This isn’t the time for your facade to crack. Your fingers clench tighter around the cake box, holding onto it like a lifeline. 

Your back meets the wall–or so you think.

“Hey there.”

A voice soft and golden like honey. A pair of big, warm hands coming to your shoulders, steading yourself so you don’t stumble. A smile, so gentle it makes you want to flee again. 

The buzzing dies in your chest, replaced by a calmness you haven’t felt in a very long time. How strange.

Osamu spins you around and now you’re facing him, standing a little too close in the cramped hallway, all your friends still in one big pile of hugs and cheers, while it feels like your whole world has just shrunken down to the two of you.

“That looks heavy, lemme help,” he mutters and reaches for the cake box in your hands, slender fingers now on top of yours, brushing over your knuckles. There’s this heat and you think about flying too close to the sun again. The urge to pull your hands back is overwhelming, but you keep them perfectly still.

For the cake, you tell yourself. For me, your heart sighs. 

“Nah, you’re gonna drop it.” “I promise ya, I won’t.” “I held onto it for the past seven hours. It’s fine.” “Wish that was me.” “What?” “C’mon now, I still have some gravy on the stovetop, it’s gonna burn if ya don’t let go.”

Somehow his fingers manage to coax yours off the cake box, and you’re not sure which loss you’re more upset about–the one of the heavy cake in your hands or his skin against yours. Your heart stutters and stumbles in your chest, but instead of running you follow his orbit towards the kitchen. It does smell delicious here and you hate it; hate how you wanna lift every lid and peek inside, have a little taste of everything, a thousand questions burning on your tongue.

Only the sound of his voice draws you back.

“Fuck, this is delicious,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. Before him on the kitchen counter is the cake, the box already open, his thumb collecting some of the smudged buttercream from the top of the packaging.

“Hey now,” you huff, reaching out to close the cake box with one hand, the other shoving his arm away. Stupid arm sleeves getting in the way of feeling his skin underneath your palm again. “That’s not your cake.”

“Just a little taste test,” Osamu grins, his dimples showing and his tongue swiping across his thumb, licking some leftover buttercream off it. His gaze never leaves yours. “So sweet.”

Well. Fuck.

✽ 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧…

THEY MEET AGAIN

Osamu got jealous for a minute when he believed y/n was kissing someone else

do not worry about Bokuto, he has his head resting in Akaashi's lap who plays with his hair and tells him how pretty he is while all of this goes down

there's a strong alliance forming between Yukie, Makki and Sunarin

Sakusa tried his best at y/n duty but threw the towel when she turned down his offer to leave the party and watch the stars from her new parking lot with him instead

in her defense, she was too busy questioning Osamu about the favorite meals of his childhood and what kind of evil dinner he cooks past 11pm

usually Osamu would have taken the arm sleeves off once he's done with cooking but he noticed y/n ogling and decided to keep them on for the night

Osamu tried one of y/n's pickle recipes and didn't like it

y/n is convinced he did something wrong in the progress because there's no way it tasted bad when she invented it

what a terrible inconvenience that they have to settle this argument once and for all over at Osamu's place (it's where the pickles are at)

✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

@brithedemonspawn @gigiiiiislife @yuminako @notverymarley @krissiekris

@wyrcan @kentocalls @simp-simp-no-mi @uncovered-mad-man @honey-deku

@yukichan67 @dailyakira @nu-suave @zq13 @morgan-lowell

@ellouisa17 @toges-cough-syrup @lovingjeankirstein

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♫ It's The End of The World As We Know It ♫

A Car! She couldn’t believe that she had managed to find not only a working car but one that still had fuel in it, that never happened! It was an old model, possibly one you would have seen in an early 2000’s movie. Not that it really matters how old a car is now, they all are. Ten minutes into her drive and it was still running. Although it did creak and make some concerning noises. She felt so cool as she weaved in and out of all the abandoned and broken cars across the equally abandoned and broken highway. She soon realised the car still had a CD port. Excited, she pressed the play button and hoped that it worked. Slowly and statically the CD started playing a song, the sounds becoming clearer the longer it played. It took her a second to realise the song and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“...Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength...”

Very fitting. She liked to think that whoever abandoned this car in the panic purposefully left this CD in, just in case.

“...Wire in a fire, represent the seven games…”

She remembered when it happened, she was only twelve but it’s not easy to forget the sky collapsing.

“...Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry…”

They’d been on a road trip, her and her family. Driving across the country over the Christmas holidays. She didn’t know it at the time but they were trying to get away from the stress of what the world was becoming. The constant doom playing over the news. Social media flooded with panic as scientists tried to explain how a sky could be cracking.

“…Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped…”

She hadn’t realised how horribly worried her parents were, how worried her older sister was. She was only a kid though, right? She hadn't known, but she should have.

“...But it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself…”

She turned off the highway, trying to bob her head to the music. She turned it up louder so that it was all she could hear, why not when the police no longer existed? On that note she also pushed down on the pedal and sped across the open road, the cars having become a lot more sparse as she made her way onto the country roads.

“...Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right…”

She knew that there was nothing she could have done to stop what was happening, but she couldn’t help but wonder what she could have done differently. Couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if she acted differently on that trip. Wonder if they would still be here or if she would still be achingly alone.

“...Feeling pretty psyched…”

She choked back a sob, stopping the car as her vision blurred with what she was annoyed to discover were tears. She leaned her head against the steering wheel and breathed in and out. After a few minutes she took a shaky breath, sat up, and wiped her eyes. Still carefully breathing she restarted the car and kept driving across the broken and desolate land.

“...It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine…”