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“O-Omi......”
“Shhh... shhh, c’mere.” The taller shushes. He gently takes the blonde’s trembling hand in his and putting the other on his shoulder.
Kiyoomi’s arms snake around Atsumu’s waist, their chests pressed closely. https://twitter.com/anta_baka00/status/1309483293713166338
“O-Omi......”
“Shhh... shhh, c’mere.” The taller shushes. He gently takes the blonde’s trembling hand in his and putting the other on his shoulder.
Kiyoomi’s arms snake around Atsumu’s waist, their chests pressed closely. https://twitter.com/anta_baka00/status/1309483293713166338
“Omi— O-Omi...” Atsumu repeats in painful whispers, tears streaming down his face. His voice shaking in fear and devastation.
Kiyoomi stared at his weeping lover, realizing how fire and water can mix together.
Kiyoomi stared at his weeping lover, realizing how fire and water can mix together.
The burning buildings engulfed in the dance of orange flames and red blaze reflected upon Atsumu’s tear-stained cheeks.
“I know, I know...” Kiyoomi whispered, pulling Atsumu closer by tugging on their connected hands gently as he kissed Atsumu’s eyes.
“I know, I know...” Kiyoomi whispered, pulling Atsumu closer by tugging on their connected hands gently as he kissed Atsumu’s eyes.
“I’m scared—I’m so fucking scared—“
“Hey, ‘Tsumu. Baby, look at me.”
“Hey, ‘Tsumu. Baby, look at me.”
When their eyes met, gold and onyx with a little bit of red mixed together.
Heat from the outside was starting to pack up in their complex. Heat so strong that it dried up Atsumu’s continuous tears in minutes, seconds even.
Heat from the outside was starting to pack up in their complex. Heat so strong that it dried up Atsumu’s continuous tears in minutes, seconds even.
“Dance with me.” Kiyoomi said.
“H-huh? Omi—“
“Dance with me like the world isn’t crumbling before us.” The raven haired male’s grip tightened around the other’s waist before he started to sway their bodies.
“H-huh? Omi—“
“Dance with me like the world isn’t crumbling before us.” The raven haired male’s grip tightened around the other’s waist before he started to sway their bodies.
To be honest, Kiyoomi was terrified. The world was ending before them, meteors falling out of the sky one by one. The deafening screams and wails outside their complex, the loud car horns as people try to race out of the city as if escaping will have a difference.
The boy who was also crumbling before him.
That was what terrified him most about the situation.
It was the boy he knew was so strong, full of pride and full of energy, the reason of his bravery, the reason he lives, crumbling before him.
That was what terrified him most about the situation.
It was the boy he knew was so strong, full of pride and full of energy, the reason of his bravery, the reason he lives, crumbling before him.
Let the world crumble, but not his world. Not this world in front of him. Not the world with bleached hair and calloused fingertips.
Not him.
Not him.
So they danced to ABBA’s “Andante, Andante”, their go-to slow dance music.
𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦.
𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦.
Atsumu’s hot breath kissed Kiyoomi’s cheeks as their foreheads pressed together. The former seemed to calm down, his shoulders slowly losing its tension as they swayed to the song. Still, tears streamed down his face.
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸.
Time seemed to slow down, except them and the song. The world around them blurred and the only thing clear at the moment is each other.
𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
Time seemed to slow down, except them and the song. The world around them blurred and the only thing clear at the moment is each other.
𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
Atsumu’s grip loosened as he started to sob softly again, his hands too weak to hold on. Kiyoomi kept him steady by tightening his hold on Atsumu’s waist, letting the boy snake his arms around the other’s neck for stability.
“Shh... I’m here.” Kiyoomi whispered, kissing Atsumu’s ear.
“We’re going to die.”
Omi didn’t reply. He took a deep breath and instead replied with—
“We’re going to die.”
Omi didn’t reply. He took a deep breath and instead replied with—
“I’m your music,” He sang together with the voices on their speaker. The background vocals engulfing the agonizing noise outside their window.
Atsumu gasped softly when Kiyoomi sang. He never sang, even when Atsumu begged.
Atsumu gasped softly when Kiyoomi sang. He never sang, even when Atsumu begged.
There were nights of their anniversary that he asked Kiyoomi persistently to sing for him and the latter persistently refused.
And now in their very last moments, that wish was fulfilled.
And now in their very last moments, that wish was fulfilled.
“I’m your song,” Kiyoomi’s voice was angelic. It was deep and sultry, he harmonized with the voices so damn well.
So damn well.
“Play me time and time again,” Kiyoomi sang. “and make me strong.”
So damn well.
“Play me time and time again,” Kiyoomi sang. “and make me strong.”
Atsumu smiled through his tears, loud sobs escaping as he pulled away from the tight embrace to look at his husband in the eyes.
“W-Why— Why would you-s-sing when we’re about t-to die—?”
“W-Why— Why would you-s-sing when we’re about t-to die—?”
He asked through a fit of sobs, tears continuously streaming down his face as they dropped to the floor from his chin.
For a moment, Atsumu wasn’t crying about the world ending anymore, no.
For a moment, Atsumu wasn’t crying about the world ending anymore, no.
He was weeping, hearing Kiyoomi’s singing voice for the first time after 10 years of knowing each other.
His tears of fear became joy, their worlds turning brighter like the sunshine upon them instead of the bright fire outside their window.
His tears of fear became joy, their worlds turning brighter like the sunshine upon them instead of the bright fire outside their window.
Orange glowed against Atsumu’s tan, sunset hues all over his body.
Omi stared into his eyes that looked more like raw honey in the destruction rather than gold.
Omi stared into his eyes that looked more like raw honey in the destruction rather than gold.
Tears continued to stream down the blonde’s face but a smile is now tugging at his lips.
Kiyoomi smiled, pressing their foreheads once again before he pecked the other’s lips softly.
Kiyoomi smiled, pressing their foreheads once again before he pecked the other’s lips softly.
“God, I love you, Sakusa Atsumu.”
“I love you too. So fucking much, Sakusa Kiyoomi.”
“I love you too. So fucking much, Sakusa Kiyoomi.”
Atsumu cupped Omi’s cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss. Poetry in their scenery so evident.
Kiss me like it’s our last.
And it was their last.
Kiss me like it’s our last.
And it was their last.
The world was crumbling but their worlds weren’t. Their worlds were there before their eyes. Smiling and dancing to ABBA. Worlds with curly raven hair and bleached blonde hair. Worlds with onyx and golden eyes. Worlds with calloused fingertips and rough palms.
The world was crumbling.
But as long as their worlds weren’t, nothing else mattered.
But as long as their worlds weren’t, nothing else mattered.
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ahaha hi ..... i have a bkak au ......... for the filos reading this ..... i’m funny here not angsty like this one ...... https://twitter.com/tekkenma/status/1284833904621285383
CRYING IN THE FUCKING CLUB 
https://twitter.com/tekkenma/status/1309560710339338242
https://twitter.com/tekkenma/status/1309560710339338242
hey y’all want more pain ? 
yo it’s like the pain just keeps coming and coming yknow https://twitter.com/kae0s/status/1309589229018718208
BEFORE YOU GUYS SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ME QRT’ING, i asked anna for permission first before doing anything. i would never qrt art unless i have direct permission from the artist.
