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taeyamayang · 2 years

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MINE.

❀ MSBY sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn't mean he's afraid to show you off.

not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it's my first time to write for him agh!

you arrived a bit... early.

apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you're the first person in line for ticket check.

"are you...(y/n)?" the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.

"yes. why?" you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.

"hm, i need you step aside for a moment." he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. "someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!" the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.

you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person's inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn't question any of them, heck he didn't even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.

"am i in trouble?" you ask.

"no." he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.

"then why am i being on hold?" you didn't want to irk him by asking too many questions but he's isn't supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.

he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.

"he didn't tell you?" he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.

"who's 'he'?" the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.

are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn't mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.

the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.

"hm, worry not. sato's here. he will assist you inside." you don't even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. "she's (y/n)."

"yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her." the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.

"VIP staff" you read with your eyes.

"I'll lead you to your seat." Sato gestures you follow him inside.

without saying a word, even though you're dubious of what is going on, you trail behind him. he walks down a fleet of stairs, looking through his shoulder from time to time to check you.

he stops right before the barricade separating the blue and red chairs. the blue chairs dominate the arena. it's tiered starting from the barricade to the exit doors while the red chairs are numbered. it is in equal footing with the floor of the court, placed right next to the team's corner.

"you can choose whatever seat you want but i suggest you go for the one over there. that's the nearest seat to MSBY and the view there is amazing." sato directs you with full smile.

"there must be a mistake. i have a regular ticket." you decided to speak up, showing him your stub but he waves it off.

"everyone gets a regular ticket whether you buy it online or over the counter. the red chairs or the vips are per request." as sato explains the more confused you get.

"i didn't request a vip seat." you reply.

"yes, you didn't but MSBY Sakusa did." As he mentions your boyfriend's name your lids peel off and gradually everything make sense.

"i didn't know." you said in a hushed tone.

"oh! it must be a surprise!" sato claps his hands enthusiastically but you, on the other hand, is horrified of the situation.

your eyes scan the vip section only to recognize a couple of faces. celebrities, influencers, bloggers, daughters from prominent families, and so on. and you look at yourselfㅡplain white shirt tucked in a high waisted jeans. slung over your shoulder is a signature bag that took Sakusa ages for you to accept. a bag priced thrice as a regular one is a no-no for you but your boyfriend argued that it's reasonable because it's your first birthday with him (although, you have spent countless birthdays with him it was as a friend and not as a lover. he thought dating you will give him the right to spoil you with gifts). you are not prepared for this situation. you wish you pulled your best top out of your closet or caked your face with make up.

"make yourself comfortable, i'll be at entrance C if you need anything." Sato says as he walks back up.

"wait, Sato." you stop him and he turns. "is it okay if i move seats and by that i mean up there, in those blue ones?" sato pauses for a moment before he replies.

"course! you can take whatever seat you want." he offers you a gentle smile before walking out.

knowing that famous individuals that will sit next to you gives you anxiety. you don't want to be put alongside with people whom you constantly feel like you have to adjust yourself just so you could appear admirable in their eyes. you wish to spare yourself of headache. albeit, all you want to do is to enjoy you boyfriend's game and cheer for him.

with much thought, you make your way up to the blue seats. you settle in the last seat in a row and immediately pulls your phone out of your pocket. you snap a picture of the court from where you are and sends it to your boyfriend. you type in "here." before clicking send.

a few seconds to a minute, a check appears next to your message. a note that tells you he has seen it. you didn't bother waiting for his reply as you already that at this point he and his team are preparing for the match. so, you zip your phone in your bag and relax your back on the seat.

a chattering noise accompanied by steps coming from the stairs is heard as two girls wearing a Bokuto and Sakusa jersey appears. they sit next to you, giddy about the upcoming match. the other girl which is sitting farther from you notices you.

"who are you cheering for?" she asks, cheeks turning red the moment you met eyes with her. she's probably hesitant to start a conversation with a stranger but since you're stuck with them (because you're sitting in the last seat of the row) she ought to make friends with you.

"MSBY." you simply state.

"who in MSBY?" she asks.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi." the other girl turns and instantly her face lights up at the mention of her idolㅡobviously, as she's wearing his jersey.

"Oh my god! you like him too?!" she gasps, leaning to your side.

"like" is a funny word. you don't just like him, you are in love with him. you have loved him for years even before he became a professional volleyball player. you were his friend and ally, mostly when you join forces into jesting or pushing other people's buttons. your admiration for him goes beyond Sakusa as a volleyball player. you like him as the person you share breakfast with or the grumpy old man he turns to when the room gets too messy to his liking. you like him when he's unable to decipher how to bake a chocolate cake or how to callout a neighboor that's too loud. you like him in many ways others couldn't.

nonetheless, you nod to the girl and as she squeals her friend taps on her shoulder as she points to the court. "they're here!"

both you and your boyfriend's fan turn your eyes to where she is pointing. there you see his team walking from the dugout. you spot him behind the three: hinata, bokuto, and miya. contrary to the three men who never run out of energy, he walks behind them calmly almost like he's bored. as soon as he steps in the court his eyes scan the audience.

he's looking for you.

he squints to search for your face and when his piercing eyes sees you, you swear to the sky and below that you felt your whole body shiver in fear. he tilts his head to the side as he narrows his eyes at you then he jogs his way to the team's coach. they exchanged a few words and after a nod from his coach, he's on his way to you.

your throat runs dry when his long legs skip the barricade separating the court and the red seats and the red seats to the blue seats. the two girls next to you jumps in their seats in excitement as they watch Sakusa climb the stairs towards their direction.

you turn your head to the side, away from the stairs and to the two girls with owl-like eyes anticipating the volleyball player. you cover your pathetic face with one hand and after a while you feel a daunting presence next to you. he didn't do anything, he just stands and looks at you through his bottom lashes.

"hey, hey, MSBY Sakusa is here! i thought you like him? come on this is a one time opportunity!" the girl next to you wearing your boyfriend's jersey scream-shouts. thanks to her support now you're melting in embarrassment.

Sakusa clears his throat and it's about time for you tear your hand away from your face. you shoot him a sheepish smile as his brows meet at the center of his forehead.

"why are you sitting here?" your voice hitches as his cold tone reaches you.

"i, uh... heh." you purse your lips into a tight smile.

"did sato not assist you? i made sure he remembers your name and face. i reserved a seat for you at the vip section." he arches a brow. at this point, the two girls next to you are watching the events unfold with their mouths hanging. they didn't expect this at all, and it's clear with how they look.

"listen, omi. i don't want to sit there." your mention of his first name, no, his nickname had the girl sitting next to you gasp loudly in shock. her friend cupped her hand over her mouth to stop her.

"and why?" sakusa challenges as he bends his back down to match with your height. he anchors his hand on the backrest of the seat in front of you and the other on your seat. you are completely caged, trapped between his spreadout arms.

"i don't want to sit next to celebrities looking like this! we both have many things in common but we surely share the same level of hostility towards people, especially famous entitled ones. you know this."

the amphitheater is beggining to swarm with people. you and sakusa have gained a number of head turns and even some of them took a quick photo of him. the least you want right now is attention but your conversation with your boyfriend isn't ending any time soon.

"i don't even know who those celebrities are." He pauses, then adds. "i want to see your face up close when i play, baby." he never calls you with that pet name, ever. not in public places, not in front of friends, but always when he needs something from you.

"baby, can you cook me dinner?"

"you look so good. do you have spare time, baby?

"oh, come on, baby, cuddle with me won't you?"

it's totally fine when it's just the two of you in a room but when he says it with ears nearby you can't help but succumb to his request just to end the embarrassment. when he sees you slowly sinking into your seat, he already knows.

he has won.

sakusa offers a hand to guide you to the vip section but you look at him, head slowly shaking to the sides.

"you don't have to do that."

"i insist." a cheeky grin plays on his lips as he continues. "quick, you don't want everyone's eyes on us, don't you?"

hence, with a long sigh and a quick grab on his hand you flees you out of your seat like a knight saving his princess. you give the two kind girls a swift nod as a way of saying goodbye and in return they stick their thumb out, eyes still wide as a deer in headlights.

as you tail behind sakusa with your hands intertwined, you pull him back gently so he can stop and wait for you.

"you're doing this on purpose. you're enjoying my flustered face. i know you, omi." you say through your teeth and for the nth time today he catches you off guard by leaning in to the side of your face. he turns his head towards you just enough for you to feel his lips brushing against your ears.

"let me show you off." he whispers.

"i thought you said you hate attention." you reply, swallowing in air as you feel a growing grin against the shell of your ears.

"i do but i'm letting them know you're mine."

title's not the best lol but thanks for reading! hope ya like it ;)

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fornshinoyaz · 9 months

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★ — CHAPTERS :

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❝ YOU ARE MY STARLIGHT ! ★ ☆

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synopsis refresher : he was your sun, the center of your universe. you thought you were the sun of his world too. but tobio kageyama was always too selfish for his own good. with both of you being bitter exes, sparks fly when you become the boys’ manager for your ex’s rival volleyball club. or where bitter exes turn into bitter rivals & kageyama can never seem to stay away from you even if it feels like choking on stardust.

a/n : my back hurts so bad but i’m glad to finally push this out!

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haikyuuuuuhypeeeee · 2 years

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Summer of Nostalgia

Miya Atsumu x Reader (2.9k wc)

Inspired by: A Moment Apart by Matrx

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Meet me here, on the first day of summer, and we’ll watch the sunset together.

You remember your promise that you’d come back and be reunited with your summer fling. I’ll come back, you had cried, hugging the boy who had changed your life over the course of one season. I promise.

You cringe at the memory. No matter how serious you were with your over-dramatic declaration, it was still embarrassing. And your behavior following - the pathetic crying as the family van brought your summer vacation to a dismal end and the holing up in your room, vowing never to come out, declaring your life was over, and you would never see him again - was even more so.

But you decide to cut yourself some slack. On your summer vacation, you met a boy. You assumed that he’d be the summer fling you read about in romance stories or saw on social media (totally fabricated.) You’d take picturesque photos together, save a seashell that they collected for you, brag about to your friends. Your summer fling is someone you could be your true self, knowing that if they didn’t like you for it, you could turn away and never see them again.

Although that part didn’t really go to plan, because your summer fling had not only embraced who you truly were, but he seemed to cherish that. And in turn, you found yourself falling for him after every sunset you watched together.

It was not what you had expected. Falling in love was never mentioned in any of the blogs you found online, it wasn’t anything your friends had gushed about when they shared their stories of summer love. (More like lust, you had thought.)

But when it came to Miya Atsumu, with hair as golden as the summer sun, and a heart as deep as the ocean, you didn’t care that your summer fling didn’t live up to expectations. Because he had smashed them instead.

It had started with a simple game of beach volleyball. You played volleyball for school, so you were drawn to the boys playing on the lone sand court. You had been captivated, in particular by one of the players who had a killer serve and dropped setter dumps like it was no big deal. But of course every time he had he wasted no time shoving it in the other players’ faces.

Your presence didn’t go unnoticed by them, and eventually you were cajoled into joining the pick up volleyball game they organized. And it was then you had learned his name.

Miya Atsumu, he said with a dazzling smile. I’ll be sure to go easy on ya.

I’ll do the same, you replied with an equally saccharine smile. His eyes had flashed, and you felt the familiar competitive fire light within.

Competitive to a fault, your friends had told you in the past. And you had reaped the “reward” of your cocky attitude, as Miya Atsumu sent every serve your way and wasted no time in sending a setter dump just in front on you on the sand.

Good game! I’d be more than happy to give you some pointers so you would’ve suck next time, yeah?

Irritation burned on your skin, more than the sunburn agitated by the sand chafing on your sensitive skin, and even more than the sting of defeat. His twin brother immediately swooped over and apologized for him. But you gave Atsumu the sweetest smile and said you’d be back tomorrow. You had to show him up, even if it meant scooping more sand than digs and almost rolling your ankle again and again.

And you did show up, beating him a few times and letting him win other games. But the absolute best games were the ones when you both got to be on the same team. Once Atsumu found out you were a volleyball player he sent his best sets to you, pushing you to jump higher and hit harder. It was intoxicating playing with him, and despite the handicap you had from playing in the sand, you felt you had never played better.

But despite his competitive spirit, Atsumu also held a caring side. One time you actually hurt yourself, almost a week after you joined the casual yet structured games. Atsumu carried you off the sand and onto a bench, gentle in his actions. He worked with you through stretches and holding your ankle so gently, making sure you were okay. And he was adamant on walking you back to the summer home your family was staying in.

(You sap! You remember his brother Osamu calling after you both. Zip yer lid! ‘M always this nice! Atsumu bellowed back. You tried not to let a blush take over your face, but by the sly smile Suna sent your way you figured you weren’t doing very well with that.)

If playing with Atsumu was the hot, fast, energy of the sun, spending time with him off the court was the soothing blue waters of the ocean. It was no less intoxicating, but the slow walks on the beach, sharing an ice cream cone, or playing in the water exposed you to a side of Atsumu you never would have guessed possible.

Laying on the warm sand at night, staring up at the crystal clear skies together. The stars twinkling down at you both, you both let free any remaining inhibitions and delved in your deepest secrets.

How Atsumu would do whatever it took to play professional volleyball. How inadequate you felt coming upon the conclusion of your high school career with the expectation of going out into the world and becoming something worthwhile.

(At that confession, Atsumu rolled over so he hovered over you. Sand stuck to the underside of his arms rained down on you, but you were distracted by the look in his eyes, intense even in the low light.

You are incredible. Your existence is the most valuable and worthwhile thing you can do. The only thing that would make it better is you doing something that would make you happy.

The conviction in his words, from a boy you only knew for a summer, gave you the strength to pull him close and show how thankful you were for his belief in you.)

You spent hours with Miya Atsumu, and while your days together were numbered you never thought of how unfortunate that was. You were only thankful that you were allowed to bask in the presence of his greatness, to brush shoulders with someone as fiery as a shooting star, racing across the sky to what would surely be his next grand adventure. You were grateful to have held the attention of someone who is meant for greater things.

Of course you exchanged numbers and socials and became friends on any available platform. But after your tearful goodbye, and the summer nostalgia faded away, apprehension overtook you. Could you reach out to Atsumu? He never reached out to you. He performed the obligatory “likes” on any photos or posts you made, but that was it.

As autumn came and the school year had started, you slowly emerged from your slump of lost love and you were able to get back into the swing of things. Classes were harder, club volleyball was much more serious, and future decisions lied on the horizon. Any lingering, nostalgic feelings for Atsumu withered like the dead leaves on the trees. You couldn’t spend time daydreaming about Atsumu. He was a summer fling for god’s sake.

Summer flings aren’t meant to last long, that’s the whole point of them. They’re meant for fooling around, trying things you wouldn’t dare try back home. Having your first kiss at a bonfire on the beach, or holding hands as the ocean waves crashed over you.

Laughing more than you ever thought possible. Feeing more at peace than you ever had before.

Those cherished memories were the ones that kept you warm in the coldest of winter nights. When your brain would admonish you for foolishly holding Atsumu to such high standards, while your heart wanted nothing more than to be with him.

But when spring arrived, hope blossomed.

A family vacation was booked. You were going back to that same beach with your family. You would be there for the first sunset of summer. You could see Atsumu again.

That hope bloomed into a fixation, borderline obsession, as the school year came to a close and the family roadtrip to the beach grew nearer. The promise you made to Atsumu, to meet him on the beach to watch the first sunset of the summer with him, was your nightly mantra - the last thought you had before drifting to sleep.

Was it crazy? To hope that something as silly as summer romance could transcend into something not bound by the simple changing of seasons?

And now, as the van pulls into the same beach house your parents rent every year, you carry a wary sense of anticipation.

“We’re here!” Your dad shouts from the front of the car. The car occupants exit, stumbling around to stretch cramped limbs and shake out any pinpricks from sitting for so long. You take in the house, and it’s weathered shutters, the cheerful beds of flowers swaying in the breeze, a large willow tree just waiting for you to run your fingers through its branches.

(You remember a late night of Atsumu gently pushing you against the tree, kissing your deeply as the leaves kept you hidden from any passerby's. It was terrifying and thrilling and you for sure thought this was what summer flings were.)

The next hour is a chaotic mess of moving bags and totes into the house, assigning bedrooms and packing away supplies. Your mom was adamant on unpacking everything properly before heading to the beach, while your father was rushing around with your younger brother to put away everything quick quick so we could run down to the ocean. You were on their side, although you did what you could to help your mom out.

Sunset was fast approaching, and you had someone to meet.

Finally, finally, the last bag is unpacked, the final pair of shoes finding their proper place by the door, and your mom is content with the way things are. You barrel out the back door and spill directly onto the beach. The setting sun reflects off the shimmering water, basking the beachside golden. Other families and couples walk along the shoreline, laughing and talking and enjoying the last rays of the official first summer sun.

You take it all in for a second before you’re running to the sand courts. It’s a ways down, and you find yourself sprinting against time. You’re doing everything that you can to meet Atsumu before it’s too late.

Meet me here, on the first day of summer, and we’ll watch the sunset together.

The sand is uneven and not ideal for running, but you don’t care. You refuse to break this promise. How could you - it was the easiest of asks, one that if broken could cause unparalleled damage to the person who you would never want to hurt. You will not hurt Miya Atsumu, you will not break this promise.

You can’t even consider the idea that he wouldn’t meet you there. From every moment you spent with him last summer he was nothing but reliable. In how he treated his friends and brother (poorly to an outsider, but the teasing is rooted in years of friendship), the strangers who joined their games (overconfident and maybe rude, but always quick to shake their hands in good sportsmanship and provide tips to younger players), even your own parents and younger brother (polite and courteous, not hesitating to bump the volleyball with your dad and brother.)

How he treated you, as if you were a marvel on your own. Like you were as important as the moon is to the ocean’s tide, as bright as the summer sun, as sweet as a shared ice cream cone. Atsumu treated you as if you, the real you, was the most valuable thing in the world.

The golden sunset hour is beginning to fade, as you finally make it to the sand volleyball courts. They’re deserted, which isn’t that surprising, as games rarely went on past sunset. A few people are lingering, some walking away with arms and legs covered in sand. Your attention isn’t on any of them - it’s on the boy sitting in the sand by the water.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight. It’s him, it’s Atsumu. You would recognize him anywhere - from his broad back and strong shoulders, to the golden hair shinning in the light. He kept his promise, as he sits facing the ocean and watching the sunset. And now it’s your turn.

Your heart is thumping in your chest as you approach, brain running wildly in your head. What do you say? How do you say it? Is Atsumu even here for you? Does he remember you? Does he want anything to do with you?

You’re close enough now that you can call out to him, and there are two scenarios that play out in your mind. One, is that he turns and gives you a weird look, unable to remember this weirdo who knows his name. (Um, do I know ya? Can I help ya? Jeez, these tourists.) Or two, he’ll turn to greet you with a smile and a friendly wave. (Hey, long time no see! I’m surprised to see ya, how have you been?) Obviously option two is better than option one, and while your heart may yearn for something more grand, you would be happy to settle with fond remembrance and a handshake.

Before you can say anything, Atsumu turns and looks behind him. He’s quick to meet your gaze and you watch as his eyes widen to saucers and he quickly scrambles to his feet.

“Y/N?” He says. The cautious optimism you hear in his voice fills you with cautious optimism, pumped through your veins as your heart beats faster.

“Hi Atsumu.”

The greeting is all the signal Atsumu needs before he bounds forward and wraps you in his arms. You feel your feet leave the ground as Atsumu lifts you up and swings you in a circle. You’re helpless to do anything but grab onto his shoulders, a startled laugh escaping past your lips.

But it’s minuscule compared to the joyous laughter that Atsumu lets out. He laughs and swings you around and holds you tight in his arms. Soon after he sets you back in the sand, but he refuses to let you go, instead bringing you close to his chest and leaning his head against yours. From your place you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his laughter is still mingled with his breathing.

Huh, he must have missed me too.

“I can’t believe yer here!” Atsumu slightly pulls away, only enough so he can cup your face in his hands and stare at you. You see wonder and awe and something more in his bright eyes. You’re certain that the same look is reflected in yours.

“I could say the same,” you tell him. You bring a hand up to hold his that still cradle your face. “I really really hoped you would be here, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Same! This was the longest year of my life, and I was so scared ya wouldn’t show.” Some of the light in Atsumu’s eyes is dimmed as his smile ebbs away. “Honestly, I was certain ya would hate me since I never texted ya or anythin’. But my idiotic brother smashed my phone not even a day after ya left and I had to get a new number and I lost yers and I was honestly tempted to strangle my brother but then my ma said I couldn’t and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” You interrupt his rambling and bring a hand up to soothe Atsumu. His face is warm from the summer sun, the tanned skin smooth under your touch. “It’s fine, I’m not upset with you or anything.”

Atsumu sighs, in relief or dejection you’re not quite sure. “I know, but I coulda messaged ya on social or somethin’ but by the time I got my new phone it was already a week since ya left and I thought ya woulda forgotten me.”

That thought makes you pause and you don’t hesitate to hold Atsumu’s face in your own hands. “I don’t think I could ever forget you Atsumu. I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with someone like me.” You can see Atsumu open his mouth to argue but you cut him off with a quick kiss. You can feel him smile into it before reciprocating. His arms wrap around you and bring you close.

The summer love you felt last year returns full force, massive in it’s impact as it crashes into you. You were silly to think that a love as large as the ocean would wash away. It’s continuous in it’s give and take, crashing into you like the blue waves cascading along the shoreline, reaffirming its presence with every smile Atsumu gives you.

After you break apart, you smile up at Atsumu and meet his gentle eyes. You’re close enough that you can see the freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. “I am really glad to see you.”

He smiles wider, brushing his nose against yours and quietly replies. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

Together you turn back towards the ocean, quiet as the summer sun sets over the horizon. It’s the end of the first day of summer, but it’s the beginning of a love that will span countless of sunsets.

END

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MCR north american tour full youtube recordings masterpost ✨

here's all the recordings/compilations of full shows i could find on youtube (some might be missing a few minutes/a couple of songs), plus a tiny bit of info on each video. ik these are probably all on the my chem archive dropbox but i didn’t have anything better to do lmao so here they all are in one tidy list. thank you to all the people who filmed these i owe you my life. (btw when i say right or left side of stage in this post i mean from the audience pov :D)

Oklahoma: Tony: filmed from ga

San Antonio: JYeahJasonJude: filmed from near barricade, with great zoom. Tony: filmed from seats, full stage view, phoenixrai: filmed from ga

Nashville: The Academy is My Beautiful Romance: compilation of different videos, streams, clips etc. ur internet boyfriend: filmed from back of the arena seats

Cincinnati: The Academy is My Beautiful Romance: compilation of different videos!

Raleigh: Yordoom: filmed from ga (this one has a really clear and fun view of the floor crowd in my opinion). dallon: filmed from seats, right side

Elmont: Alê Morais: filmed from high up right side. Mothman Multimedia: not a full video but a playlist of videos from the whole show, filmed from high up, center

Philadelphia: Electronic Beagle: filmed from high up left side. markit aneight: amazing quality!! deadhoarse: another great quality one, left side

Albany: The Academy is My Beautiful Romance: compilation :)

Uncasville: ConcreteRose: side of stage, right side. Kelush: filmed from ga

Montreal: Finnyfresh: instagram live uploaded to youtube, mostly filming jumbotron

Toronto1: Keandell Clyde Arcenal Pineda: filmed from floor seating, full stage and jumbotron view.

Toronto2: The Academy is my Beautiful Romance: compilation

Boston1: Full Sets: filmed from seats further away, full stage

Boston2: Cen's Jams: filmed from high up left side, stage and jumbotron in view most of the time. Blue Moon: Side/almost behind stage, frank's side. chaosangel42: filmed from seats on stage level, right side

Brooklyn1: The Academy is My Beautiful Romance: compilation

Brooklyn2: xZ3ROGRAVITYx: nice full stage view from the right side. Tom’s Archive: filmed from ga with a great zoom and some great quality shots from the jumbotron

Detroit: Bingop: filmed from further away, seats, Sheep: very good full stage view from the left

Saint Paul: Cool Concert Channel: filmed from ga, close to the stage

Riot Fest: Geoffrey Gardner: right-ish side of stage. phoenixrai: great quality. and kudos to both of these people for how stable the videos seem to be considering everything lol

Alpharetta: Blue Moon: close to stage, great quality

NJ1: phoenixrai: again, fantastic quality. deadhoarse: great quality, filmed from left side with a great zoom, so there’s nice variety in the shots. Tom’s Archive: close to stage, another great quality recording. Gothic Romance: just another great recording, more from the right side of the arena this time. nj1 had all the people with good cameras for some reason lol

NJ2: Tom’s Archive: Tom coming in with another banger. filmed from the pit, amazing closeups. ray toro is so beautiful. Andrea Warfel: filmed from further back in ga. Metal Love Collection: another great quality nj video, filmed from ga with a good zoom.

Firefly: alene b: good quality, just clips of last two songs. gems (loves frank iero): another nice quality one, good view of jumbotron most of the time

Sunrise FL: The Academy Is my Beautiful Romance: compilation!

Houston: Fredy Benitez: filmed from further back in seating

Dallas: phoenixrai: great quality, filmed from ga

Denver: Sudz’ Concert Recordings: filmed from further back but with a good zoom, nice full view of stage

Portland: The Academy is My Beautiful Romance: compilation!

Tacoma: SquawkyJo: full stage view

Oakland: The Academy is my Beautiful Romance: compilation!

Las Vegas: hearmenearme: filmed from left side high up. phoenixrai: great quality!

Aftershock: Elias Blake: divided into 2 parts, link is to part 1 :)

LA1: phanfanisonline: divided into 4 parts, link to part 1 :)

LA2: JMetalHead: filmed from right side high up

LA3: ray: filmed from pit, link is to part A. JMetalHead: filmed from right side high up. i love this person's reactions to their favorite songs haha RandomAspectsofLife: side of stage, frank's side (almost behind stage so you can see a lot of the crowd which i love!)

LA4: ray: filmed from seats, right side, full stage view + occasional jumbotron, link to part A.

LA5: Tina Sharp: full view of stage from the left side. deadhoarse: great quality, filmed from the right

WWWY2: StayThicc: filmed from further back, jumbotron in view the whole time. The Academy is My Beautiful Romance: compilation!

WWWY3: PichyTheReefCoralTheReef: full stage and jumbotron view

MEXICO CITY: we got our professional recording! uploaded by a lot of people but here is one link

and obviously a reminder that there are also a ton of amazing quality individual song performances on youtube, these are just the full show recordings! please lmk if you notice any mistakes, it's late when i'm making this lol. i'll try to add on to this if new videos are uploaded :) happy watching! edit: just to add, if you click on one of these videos and it turns out to be one of those that barely show ray at all just please click right out of there. i haven’t watched all of these through so please know that i don’t endorse that and find it weird as fuck to say the least

#PHEW #hopefully this is useful for like one person at least #mcr #my chemical romance #idk much about the audio quality on most these by the way i only checked the angle and video quality!#some might also be hq but really shaky #obviously i haven’t watched most of these in full so sorry if there’s something notable like that or some other stuff that i didnt mention!#mcrshows

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schelamski · 3 months

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Sakusa Kiyomi in "On and about with the hq-boys"🛫

-a series of airport drabbles.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Lets go home. You´re freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold.”

You have been waiting for the msby team to arrive at the airport. For several hours you had to wait for your boyfriend Sakusa, who was a player in said volleyball team. It wasn’t even that cold in this part of the airport but you were running cold whenever you got sleepy. About to drift away in a weird sitting position you suddenly heard a lot of mumbling voices. Like the many other times you took it on yourself to pick up your boyfriend from the airport when he had away-games, you fell asleep for some good ten minutes before waking up again to go through this whole procedure another time. Today wasn’t any different and you had been napping for a few minutes when you finally heard voices. Snapping your eyes open the msby team was arriving. Infront of the others you could see your distressed boyfriend, he really hated planes. Being stuck with that many people on limited space, he wanted to be one of the first people to exit. Also, Sakusa really wanted to have you beside him again. When your eyes met you were already on your way to him, but you tried to not throw yourself at him, guessing closure wasn’t what he needed right now. However, you were surprised when he slumped himself on you, suddenly having his body wrapped around you.

“Was it that bad, huh?”

“Mhm”

“At least you’re back again, I missed you. I even vacuumed a bit earlier because I haven’t heard the sound in so long.”

“Don´t tell me that’s what you’re missing when I’m not there. I guess I´ll have to be back on track tomorrow. But first, lets go home. You´re freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold.”

Kiyomi couldn’t help but think of how he felt at home as soon as he had you in his arms, but you weren’t exactly running hot right now, so there was no other option than get you in your warm bed for some undisrupted sleep.

“Okay”

It takes everything in you to mask your surprise when he takes your hand in his while walking out to get his luggage.

“And I missed you too.”

Now you cant hide your smile.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #msby sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #airport fluff #airport romance #hq drabble #drabble

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idlerin · 1 year

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NONSENSE

an oikawa tooru social media au

pairing. celebrity!oikawa tooru x f!reader

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

tags. social media au, celebrity smau, college au, exes to lovers, second chance romance, idiots in love, crack, humor (hopefully), fluff, and perhaps a little angst? ehe (groveling !!)

warnings. time stamps dont really matter unless i say so, cursing, some drinking alcohol n stuff and sometimes suggestive but nothing graphic

status. completed (01/15/23 - 02/11/24)

— playlist.

teasers

teaser 1 — teaser 1.5 — teaser 2

profiles

[name]’s pe(s)ts | in need of medical attention

episodes !

(⚘) — has narrative parts

ACT I

01. rid me of my despair

02. murder is ethically wrong

03. he’s literally everywhere

04. i’m NOT petty (⚘)

05. i think i’ve seen this film before

06. he’s back !

07. baby girl of all baby girls

08. the famous friend

09. forget me not

10. why are you running!? (⚘)

ACT II

11. blast from the past

12. i despise you (⚘)

13. villains are hot (⚘)

14. adulting and other important stuff (⚘)

15. what we look forward to

16. a nightmare dressed like a daydream

17. antithetical girlie

18. this is the tactic (⚘)

19. honey it hurts (⚘)

20. exes and ohs

21. takoyaki cravings

22. kill me with kindness

23. tell me, tell me (⚘)

24. do you think about me?

25. wish u were sober (⚘)

ACT III

26. you look like shit (⚘)

27. a taste of fame

28. reminds me of

29. helpless, breathless (⚘)

30. oh how you woo me

31. all over again

32. disconnected

33. this love is so illogical

34. don’t care if you ruin me (⚘)

35. hate clingy men

36. need you like oxygen (⚘)

37. media craze

38. hard to love (⚘)

39. coming home

40. only your love

EPILOGUE

41. new friends

42. love languages

43. utterly nonsensical

end

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bonus content

post break-up [name]

don’t you know that i’m intoxicated !

you said you liked the way i spoke

unsent letter #1

one of the boys

kuroo being a menace for 12 panels straight

taglist is CLOSED !

to be REMOVED from the taglist you can just send an ask or comment :)

notes. hey so i’m starting my first smau series?!!? *squeals and kicks feet in excitement* i hope i get to finish it lmao i plan to not make it that long prolly around only like 30 chaps! hope u’ll enjoy reading it as much as i’ll enjoy making it! also thank you everyone for 200 followers! i rlly appreciate it <3

icons used as pfps are not mine but the content of this smau is. please do not repost this on any other platform. © idlerin 2023

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yenonnoff · 9 months

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE!

atsumu miya x fem!reader

⌒☆ synopsis : when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

⌒☆ content: actors/celebrity au, social media au, modern au, enemies (got off on the wrong foot) to friends to lovers, slow burn (sorry 😞), mild angst, fluff, crack/humor

⌒☆ warnings: she/her pronouns used, contains swearing, mentions alcohol/alcohol consumption

⌒☆ status: on-going (07/18/23)

🎬 chapter names may change as the story progresses + unless stated differently, ignore all timestamps

🎬🎧 — playlist

STARRING:

｡ｏ♡ HOT dummies // mentally sane + atsumu ig? ｡ｏ♡

( minor chars! )

LIGHTS:

01. vengeance (like batman)

02. vroom vroom! im here (୨୧)

03. wtf is love

04. sweet dreams (or not)

05. hi, mr. charismatic

06. give me a break (୨୧)

07. morning madness

08. you ruined my coffee with your scowl (୨୧)

09. emergency conference meeting!

10. strangers (?) at an amusement park (୨୧)

11. perhaps a malfunction?

12. a mistake, 100% a mistake

13. your words

14. message sent, message received

15. tolerate! tolerate! tolerate!

16. me, you, and a beautiful sunset (୨୧)

CAMERA:

17. snap out of it!

18. brewing up a storm

19. do not disturb

20. conversation over coffee

21. cat chase (୨୧)

22. tba

ACTION:

...

a/n: hi!! this is my first ever smau + my first time posting on tumblr so pls be patient if smth looks off (and if smth does, pls kindly inform me!!). i want to thank @idlerin for inspiring me to make this, so many thanks to syl!! u should check out her smaus and other works, theyre all amazing!! asides from that, i want to give the fattest biggest thanks to my best friend may (@kqbukimono) for putting up w/ my spontaneous questions and for giving the best advice ever (ure the best ig 😜). she also helped me choose the title! ok im being too nice, he might make fun of me. thank u so much to everyone who is planning on reading my smau!

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it!

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kinnbig · 6 months

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Nanon Korapat and Fluke Pusit in My Precious (2023)

#edit: updated to HQ!#HEHEHE i've been waiting for this to be on streaming sites for SO LONG #context uuuuh. straight romance movie. fluke’s character is marrying the ex girlfriend of nanon’s character.#at the wedding nanon’s character and his friends jokingly ask if they could kiss the bride. she’s like sure! if you kiss the groom first!#hence this #he doesn’t even then actually kiss the bride iirc fjskcjsjdj #nanon korapat #fluke pusit #รักแรก โคตรลืมยาก #my precious #my precious film #nanonfluke #gmmtv #flukenanon #thaidramas #asiandramasource

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kuroowo · 1 year

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Consider this:

Miya Atsumu, kicking his feet and giggling into his pillow when he sees a text from you asking him out on a date. Crushing hard and blushing even harder, as if you two haven’t already been dating for 3 years.

#ITS SO CUTE BECAUSE HES SO CUTE ABOUT ROMANCE #I STAND BY IT #hq #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#hq.stuff #hq.fics

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frnkiebby · 2 months

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todays task at BL/ind HQ was sweeping for listening devices in the office “plants”.

none detected~🎃

#this time that is #Ghoulie will need to do weekly checks ofc #you never know with those bli fuckers #(btw the plants name is Seth.)#frnkiebby #Ghoulie’s Adventures @ BL/ind HQ #frank iero #mcr #mcrmy #my chemical romance #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #fabulous killjoys #fun ghoul

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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CALLING THEM BABYGIRL

ft. miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, & iwaizumi hajime

ㅡyou tease them by calling them babygirl.

this is inspired by a conversation with an irl friend who finds it hilarious that i call hayakawa aki (chainsaw man) babygirl i mean, how can i not!! lol

tw: mentions/use of mommy, cursing, anddd nothing more ig. if there's anything let me know

(haikyuu!!, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers)

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Miya Atsumu

atsumu is a bit unpredictable

one time he's up for a teasing (he initiates most of the time) but other times he's sensitive and overly dramatic

hence, curious of how he would react, out of the blue, you try it

he sits across from you with his back facing you

and his lower body tucked under a wooden table as he pretends to participate in the online meeting of MSBY

you scream-whisper,

"hey, babygirl!" to get his attention

he twists his neck to side, wondering if he has heard something

(or is the meeting too boring hence causing his brain to imagine things)

but when you repeat it, he finally turns around, brow arching as if asking you if it was indeed you calling him

he doesn't even question the pet name, please 😭

and when you repeat the term of endearment,

instant regret flashes before your eyes

this is why we don't play with fire, folks

a cheeky smile clads on his lips and behind his foxy eyes is mischief

he's definitely up to something

his volleyball-filled brain has thought of something that will bring you to instant K.O.

thus, he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, supressing a growing smirk as he responds in a low seducing tone,

"yes, mommy?"

and just like that he renders your cheeks beat-red, floored, and caught of guard

he's enjoying it

he. fucking. enjoys this

he loves watching you internally scream and struggle to let out a single word

all to his doing

he leaves you wordless as he winks at you before shifting his attention back to the meeting as if nothing happened

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Bokuto Koutarou

bless his soul because this man has the most endearing reaction of all

in all honesty, if he isn't six foot something the bbygirl term endearment fits him so well

his pure heart, naivety, enthusiasm, and positive outlook in life is soㅡ

ugh, i want to keep him in my pocket!!

but, yeah, going back

when you called him a babygirl he shoots you a look beyond confised, head tilted to the side, and his lips protruding into a pout

he questions,

"i don't get it, (y/n). why are you calling me that?"

and when you tell him because he is your babygirl

he laughs at you like you're a standup comedian who had just dropped a punch line

and says, "you are the babygirl. i'll protect you from anything that could harm you and spoil you with everything i have. and i'll love you with the way you deserve."

he bends down to level his glimmering eyes with you

and adds affectionately, ruffling your hair gently and his smile reaches his eyes

"am i right, babygirl?"

i mean...

how could you noooottttt fsndgs%@&#^!!

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Iwaizumi Hajime

this one is a challenge

it's not like he dislikes pet names but the thing is

he doesn't want to admit that term of endearments make his stomach do backflips

so calling him a babygirl means trekking an unfamiliar path you don't want to be in

but still, you did

an absolute nuisance!!

he catches you on your first try, almost immediately because the next thing you know is that he's scowling at you

like you said a word he has never heard of that sounded nowhere near pleasant

"what?" he asks, eyes never leaving you

"i called you and said babygirl."

gulp

he's squinting his eyes on you now

but luckily he turns his head away and chooses to ignore his pesky other half

but that won't stop your teasing bc you're a lil shit

you repeatedly call him the nickname while lightly poking his sides,

"come on, babygirl. don't be shy and answer me with a polite 'yes'."

he counters with a strong flat, "no."

which, unfortunately for him, only gets you going

"go on look at me, babygirl. i know you missed me." your point fingers travels from his flexed bicep up to the crest of his cheek

a light tap was enough to bring his attention back to you however he keeps his mouth sealed

you run your thumb over his cheek and point out a lie in a whispering tone, "you're blushing. you like it when i call you babygirl, don't you?"

but a lie soon turned true as he feels his entire face heat up

iwaizumi hajime is embarrassed

damn you!!

as soon as you see the pink on his face, you burst out into a fit of laughter

only to be stopped when he says,

"we are over."

a joke, of course, bc your laugh is too contagious that he couldn't help but mask annoyance with a loving smile

you dramatically protest by lightly hitting his toned torso with your fist

"no! no! no! nooooo!!"

it is then iwa's turn to chuckle

he catches a flying fist with his hand before pulling you into an abrupt embrace

his chin rests on top of your head after giving you a peck on the side of your temple

"it's a joke but don't ever call me that again."

with the way he reacted, this definitely won't be the last of it

as usuallll rbs and likes are very much appreciated! thanks for reading, stay hydrated mwa! <3

masterlist | hq.list

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chokochip27 · 1 year

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USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER

the little things he and you do for each other

whenever you have a hard time reaching for something. . . your gentle lover, ushijima, would immediately be the first one to help you. with his stature, he definitely wouldn't have a hard time assisting you.

"oh, thank you, toshi."

"hm."

you chuckled at his reponse. it was his saying of 'no problem' or 'you're welcome'. you are endeared as you sometimes don't know how to differentiate his hums, but it's fine as long as your partner is being him. you patted his head for another indirect and silent thank you.

the man is so much in love with you and looked up at you with stars in his olive green eyes.

whenever you want to get something that fell from the ground. . . ushijima is the first one to cover the sharp edges of the table or set a hand on your head so that you won't bump into anything.

you always notice this and turn your head to look at him properly. you smile, cupping his cheek. "thank you, as always, toshi."

"hm."

yes, he may be dense in some degree, but he's one of the most considerate people ever.

and the fact that he does not hesitate to do the same little things he does for you to other people makes you fall in love with him even more.

when you two were at the park, you were hanging on one of the seesaw's seats. of course, as playful as they are when they are young, children tend to do things that aren't comprehendible to most people.

one kid decided to crawl under your seat. you were enjoying the seesaw too much to even notice the child. so when your legs were about to touch the ground, your lover put a hand on your seat. "hey there, toshi, what's up—?" you turned to him questioningly, only to follow his impassive gaze that was blinking at the kid who was almost squashed by you.

immediately, you gasped, "oh no! i'm so sorry! are you hurt?" ushijima gently helped the kid get out of their position and even held your hands so that you can get out of the seesaw carefully. "thank you," you hurriedly thanked him and knelt in front of the dumbfounded child. "are you okay? did i hit you or anything?"

thank goodness this child was so nice and precious. they grinned and pointed at ushijima. "i'm alright! thanks to this big brother over here, i wasn't hurt at all!" they assured, grinning at you.

you sighed in relief and grasped your boyfriend's hand. "that's great to hear. thank you, toshi."

he squeezed your hand back, eyes softening at you.

"hm."

ushijima doesn't know why you're always thanking him, because he knows that what he is doing is something that is considered very normal to him.

tying your shoelaces, pulling the chair for you when you two go eat together, carrying you to your bedroom when you're asleep, holding your hand in crowded places to make sure you won't get separated and more. he does all of these because he simply wants to and because he loves you so much, just as much as you do.

these are such simple and normal things to do, so why are you thanking him so much?

and he is supposed to be the one thanking you.

whenever he says that he has practice for volleyball, you don't even hesitate to prepare his things for him. his practice clothes, his kneepads, energy drinks, water and healthy food. you even add some sticky notes on his lunch box that have the words like "do your best!", "i'm always cheering you on!", "i'm so proud of you!", or something like that.

the fact that you support his passion and you don't even restrict him for it just motivates him to treat you the best he can.

not only that, but whenever he is at home, even though he tries his best and insists that he wants to help you with the household work, you always shake your head and stroke his cheek, almost lulling him into a sleep.

"don't worry, toshi. this much is something i can handle. just rest."

and no, you never win because the man you are with is extremely responsible and attentive that he will never leave you alone in doing things that require his possible assistance.

even in work related things, he tries to help even if he doesn't understand a single thing. you smile and look up from your laptop to press a kiss on his forehead.

"i'm fine, toshi. though i admit that this is a little overwhelming, i know i'll be fine with you here. thank you always for offering help."

just like you, he is just as grateful to have you by his side and wouldn't trade anything else for you.

"(y/n)."

"hm? yes?"

ushijima stared at you before giving you one of his rarest smiles.

"thank you for being here, i love you. always."

you were astonished at the declaration, but you didn't hesitate to return the gesture. you beamed, meeting his loving gaze with an equally affectionate one.

"thank you, too, toshi. i love you, forever."

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i wanted fluff and decided that our big waka waka would be the best fit. this is only a scenario tho and im just basing this off a little on his canon character. hope u guys don't mind and i really hope you guys enjoyed this!

#ushijima imagine #ushijima scenarios #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x you #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu #haikyu #hq #haikyuu x reader #fluff #romance #ushijima fic #oneshot

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haikyuuuuuhypeeeee · 2 years

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Chapter 30

────── ⋆⋅ ✦ ⋅⋆ ──────

The heavy doors leading to the balcony outside the ballroom where the post-season party rages on slam shut tight behind you. The din from inside quiets immediately and you revel in the short bout of peace.

It’s been nothing but bedlam since you and Sakusa won the World Championship a few hours ago. From interviews to press conferences to calling Suga and crying and finding Kiyoko and crying and celebrating her silver medal. You barely had time to shower and change before coming to the party. It’s to celebrate all skaters who competed in the World tournament but it’s also a great place for sponsors to come out and start conversations for next season’s sponsorships.

You yourself had plenty of prominent men and women come up to you, discussing what your plans were for next season and whether or not they could send you their athleisure-wear line for you to try on and maybe give a shoutout on social media.

“Not a word to anyone,” your coach had hissed at your before leaving the party. She and Sakusa’s coach were currently drafting statements you both are planning to release tomorrow morning about you both parting ways. She was livid that you chose to make the announcement, in general and tomorrow, and she tried to dissuade you. You told her point blank that you were making it tomorrow, regardless of her input. She shot you a nasty glare before leaving the party and typing into her phone.

Probably sending off an email to the JSF. Probably bitching about you to them. You found that you didn’t care in the slightest. No, the only thing, or rather the only person, you cared about tonight was currently hiding away from the crowds and noise and Atsumu screaming his head off and showing off his gold medal draped around his neck. Part of you thought about wearing your gold medal to the party, but decided against it, thinking it was too gaudy.

Seeing Atsumu prance around like a peacock tonight made you realize you were right.

You glance around the balcony, empty save for tables and chairs stacked against the building. It’s nearly the beginning of spring but the outside patio has not been set up. Leaves are scattered across the ground, and the floor could do with a decent sweeping. Despite the slight mess, you see a figure leaning against the railing, looking out across the city. You make your way towards him.

“I thought you’d be inside celebrating.” Sakusa tells you as you join him. He doesn’t look to you when he speaks. “You should be, at least. You just won the world championship.”

“I’ll go in and celebrate when you do.” You reply. “May I join you?”

At that Sakusa glances at you, hesitating before giving you a slight nod. If he’s curious as to why you sought permission he doesn’t ask. It felt weird to, but you didn’t want to invade the space of someone who no longer wants to compete with you. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“I’d rather not be around for the drunk fest that’s soon to follow these events.” Sakusa nods back towards the inside. “No more strict regimen, no more balanced meal plans - people lose their common sense.”

You consider what he said and nod in agreement. “That’s fair.”

“You should go back in,” Sakusa tells you again. His voice is quiet but measured. “This is a big deal, you just won your first gold medal in your debut season.”

You take in his words, trying to find the value you’ve been chasing for your entire life in them. You won the gold medal, you were a World Champion. You were one of the best figure skaters in the entire world. Your following was growing, people were clambering to talk to you, big companies looking at you with interest.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t really feel like a win to me.”

Sakusa looks down at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Is this you being a perfectionist and completely disregarding the hard work it took for you to get here?”

You shake your head. “No I’m very aware of what it took for us to win. I’m just…” You let the sentence trail off, unable to find the right words to explain that despite winning the championship you feel like you’ve lost everything important to you.

Either Sakusa understands what you were trying to say or he didn’t have anything important to add to it, and he turns back to face the cityscape.

Minutes pass and neither of you try to make any conversation. You know there is going to be a goodbye. You can feel it on the horizon, approaching quicker than you intended, quicker than you want. You don’t want to be the catalyst for the eventual end, and you take the time now to bask in his presence. You take every second to catalog the sense of calm and peace you only found with him, despite the tumultuous time it took to achieve it. Maybe that’s why it’s so important to you - this was a relationship that was hard, and it took a lot of patience and energy and growth that you didn’t expect. You’ve come out of this season a changed person, and a lot of it is thanks to the man standing next to you.

You can’t imagine that he’s going through the same thought process, you know you’re not important enough in the grand scheme of Sakusa Kiyoomi’s life. This year for him was a nasty blemish on an otherwise flawless career path.

“That was the best skate I have ever done in my entire life.”

You look at Kiyoomi, who is staring down at you. He’s gone without a mask tonight, and he is giving you a rare, tiny smiles. It’s tinged with pride and pain.

“I’ve never skated like that before, and it’s all thanks to you YN.” You feel your own eyebrows raise at his compliment. “I know it was the last time we ever skate together, in a competition at least, but I just needed you to know that you brought out the best in me. We won tonight not because of my skill or your skill alone. We won because you brought us together and made something of it.” His smile grows into something tender, just enough to make your heart squeeze uncomfortably.

“I couldn’t have done this with anyone else. You know I’ve tried. But with you, it worked. Not just worked, it flourished. We won a world title.” Kiyoomi laughs a little. “I promised I would get you one, but I didn’t do anything.”

You don’t speak yet, knowing that if you try and articulate your current thoughts all that will come out is a garbled mess of words mixed in with ugly sobbing. If this goodbye is going to go down like this you know you aren’t going to survive the actually goodbye. You will die right here on this balcony in Barcelona, obliterated by the gentle praise from one of the most incredible, and reserved, people you know.

A memory comes to you. It’s from early in the season, where a very different Kiyoomi is glaring at you on the ice. You can’t remember what was said or done, but you remember the cold contempt behind his eyes, and the snarl that was hidden under his mask. Maybe this was when he dropped you on the ice, or maybe this was after he tore apart your training and practice. It doesn’t matter, because you won’t forget the pure hatred Sakusa held for you then, and how small it had made you feel.

And now, you’re facing Kiyoomi, an accomplished athlete, multi-world champion, and arguably the best male figure skater in the world, as he tells you that you were the one who brought you both here. It’s a stark difference to the man you knew before that you can’t help but tear up.

You feel Sakusa take your hand in his, feel the smooth skin that you’ve felt many times before in your routines. “I don’t know what I could do to ever repay you for changing my life for the better.”

His last sentence is nearly whispered, as if he’s contemplating with himself. Maybe thinking on what he could do to make it up to you. Your brain supplies one idea, but it contradicts the entire situation unfurling right in front of your eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask in a whisper. “Why are you telling me this?”

You see Kiyoomi’s eyebrows furrow together slightly. “I’m thanking you, YN. I’m telling you how I feel.”

You shake your head. “No, it doesn’t make sense. Why are you saying all of this to me and still choosing to leave me?”

It’s the other side of the coin, no? The much-sharper end of the sword. Kiyoomi praises you and dotes on you, before excusing himself from your life forever. Does he realize what he’s doing? Does he understand the amount of pain he’s inflicting upon you? Has he any idea how much this will destroy you?

Recognition crosses his face and he sighs. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to make this harder for you. For us.”

“I just don’t understand,” you argue. You’re fighting to keep your voice steady. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing.” Kiyoomi replies immediately. “You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

He grabs your other hand, holding onto you desperately and staring into your eyes. “I want to keep skating with you, truly I do. But I don’t think that’s a good idea.

“I did some digging, and I found the emails.” He tells you. “I found all of the emails that I was part of, even my ‘replies.’” He stops again, staring at you imploringly. “YN, I never wrote those. I know you may not believe me but I swear I did not.”

“I believe you,” you say.

He nods, and sighs heavily. “But it doesn’t matter. I found the emails, and I went to my coach looking for more answers. She told me everything - how the JSF put our pairing together as a means to punish you. I earned favor with them, but they were looking to ‘put you in your place.’” Kiyoomi scowls and shakes his head. “Those were the exact words my coach used, and she wondered why I seemed so upset about this.”

“Oh.” You don’t know how to handle this Kiyoomi, one who’s vehemence is, for once, not directed at you, but in defense of you. It’s more than his minor irritants towards life’s inconveniences. More confusing emotions swell within you, but seeing how little people have cared about your feelings as of late, a part of you can’t deny how nice it is to have someone getting upset for you.

“I spent the flight here thinking about my actions, and how blind I’ve been to everything happening around me. I thought about what you said, and what Oikawa told you - I even went searching through old articles and stories when Oikawa retired from the sport. I can’t believe how obvious the slander was. And how stupid we all were for just going along with what they were telling us.” Kiyoomi sighs hard and shakes his head. “I’ve been so negligent, and I’ve become part of the problem.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” You reply. You tighten your grip, trying to reassure him. “You weren’t actively trying to push me down, or whatever. You didn’t even know.”

“That’s the point, YN.” The faintest amount of frustration seeps through his voice as Kiyoomi shakes his head angrily. “I’ve been so focused on my career, and my skating, not caring whether or not my peers are even able to compete with me. It’s not about wanting a fair fight, it’s about ensuring that everyone has a fair shot at skating how they want. How can I be proud to skate under the Japanese flag when our country holds biases against my skaters, and my partner, for no other reason than their desire for control?”

Kiyoomi is getting heated now, his breath coming out harsher as he quietly rants at you. You bring your other hand up to his arm and rub up and down in a soothing manner, hoping to bring some semblance of calm to him. In all fairness, you want to rant along with him and bash the JSF, but seeing him get so upset unsettles you.

“I hope you’re not trying to blame yourself for this,” you say lightly.

“No, I know that.” Kiyoomi brings his intense gaze back to you. “And I’m not trying to bring the focus back to me, or minimize the damage that’s been done to you. It’s uncomfortable realizing this, and I spent a lot of this competition trying to decide what I should do.

“I know I hold some weight with the JSF, and I know I am a prominent figure in the skating world. I have an incredible amount of privilege - I was ignorant of it because I was jaded by how the press had treated me in the past. A treatment that is slim compared to what you, and Oikawa, and god who knows how many other skaters have experienced. But that’s no excuse for not using my platform to help bring change or awareness - remaining silent is just as detrimental as actively pushing people down.”

He sighs, and this one is different from before. It’s heavy with bitterness. “This season you’ve shown the world how amazing you are. You have more than proved your worth as a professional figure skater. But despite that, you’re still seen as my partner. Not YN, the best female figure skater, but YN, Sakusa Kiyoomi’s partner. And after what my coach told me, I don’t think the JSF is giving you more room to grow.”

Your heart skips in your chest. “Wait, what did she say? What is the JSF planning?”

Kiyoomi pauses before answering, shifting uncomfortably. “Well, before we told them that we were splitting, they wanted to push that I was the one who got you back on track and helped you realize your potential.”

Something similar to the fury you felt when Oikawa gave you the emails thrums through your veins, but it’s muted. Part of you is confused that you’re not as fired up as before, and you’re not trying to think of an action plan to get back at the JSF.

But honestly, you’re tired. And not just from competing on the world’s stage only hours ago, and traveling around the globe for competitions. No, this is a weariness that comes from carrying this invisible target on your back. It comes from being played around like a pawn. It’s the desolation that comes from realizing that you have no choice in how you wish to skate and represent yourself, and how you feel about that is disregarded.

Kiyoomi speaks up. “I tried. I tried to think of any scenario that meant we could keep skating together. But I can’t.” He looks at you, and you see the same pain reflected in his dark eyes. “If we continue together, you’ll never be able to skate how you want to skate.”

It’s that sentence that finally makes the tears fall from your eyes, and you let your head bow forward as you succumb to the sorrow you feel.

Two arms wrap around you, and you’re gently pulled into Kiyoomi’s embrace. And doesn’t that make you sob harder, knowing that this could be the last time you’ll be comforted by him like this.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. He sounds just as upset as you feel.

“I thought you hated me,” you babble, speaking through your tears.

“I thought you didn’t want to skate with me, I thought I was -“

“No.” He says firmly. “No YN, it’s the opposite. I only want to be with you.”

A hand comes up to card through your hair, and you close your eyes and allow yourself to enjoy the comfort. Even though it comes at a cost.

“You’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” Kiyoomi tells you. “I guarantee I will still beat you on morning jogs.”

You laugh wetly, knowing that you could run circles around him. But more tears fall down your face. Despite Kiyoomi’s attempts to soothe the hurt, you still can’t help but mourn the loss of a future of skating with Sakusa Kiyoomi. A future of being with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

You feel lips press against your temple, and arms tighten around you before Kiyoomi releases you. You lift your gaze and find him looking down at you with a sad smile.

“I have to go. My flight leaves in a few hours.” You nod, ignoring the desperation trying to claw its way out of your heart and latch onto Kiyoomi. “Okay, safe travels.”

He nods at you. A hand comes up to caress your cheek, and before you know it he bends down to press a gentle kiss to your lips

“Goodbye YN.”

He walks away, leaving you alone on the balcony. You watch him leave, knowing that a piece of your heart leaves with him.

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AN: 😔 And just like that, they’re done….or are they? 😶 I hope everyone had a great weekend, be sure to drink plenty of water!! 💙

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