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a picture in sepia

pairing: atsumu x reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n: ‘a picture in sepia’ is one of my favourite studio ghibli soundtrack. if you want to, you can listen to it here <3 :)

“look what i’ve found!” you say, walking towards the living room. 

atsumu places the knife down on the chopping board, he turns his head to the side, to your voice - and you’re waving a photograph side to side in the air. 

intrigued, he asks, “a photograph?”

you smile, nose crinkling, you’re standing next to him - arm touching arm. you show him the photo, and atsumu let’s out a breathy laugh, grinning. it’s a photo of him and you, as children - you’re both holding hands in the snow, smiling brightly at the camera. the photograph itself has seen better days - the top right corner is heavily dented. and the bottom left corner has faded into a sepia hue, a bit of the snow no longer visible - a testament to its age. 

atsumu gently takes the photograph from your hand, running his thumb across it. “where did you find this?” he asks. 

“it was in my memory box.”

he hums, his eyes crinkling - he gifted the memory box to you on your fourteenth birthday, and so, it makes his stomach flutter knowing after all these years, you’ve still kept it, still cherishing it - filled with things important to you. 

he points at you, you’re beaming at the camera with innocent youth. “i remember your coat being too big for you.” atsumu thinks back to his childhood, thinks of you complaining - front tooth missing, adult tooth growing through - about how large your coat was, wanting a coat that was much ‘cooler’.

(he thought you were always cool - no matter what coat you wore).

“i know.” you say, amused. “mama would always say i would grow into it”. 

atsumu says, “she was right.”

you chuckle, nodding your head. “but look at you!” you coo. “'tsumu you were so small and cute.” 

he looks at himself - you were a few inches taller than him back then. though it only lasted until he entered middle school - that was when he had his first growth spurt.  

“what do you mean were,” atsumu huffs, playfully. “i’m still cute!”

you look at him, then back at the photo. “i’d say you’re handsome now.”

“handsome?” he smirks. “is that so?”

you softly shove at his chest, shaking your head - concealing your smile. “'tsumu stop flirting like a teenage boy, we’re married.”

you both start to reminisce the day this photo was taken - the poorly built snowman, the messy snowball fight, slipping on ice. those days have long gone, they’ll never come back, only a distant memory. but photographs keeps those memories alive, after all, photographs immortalise fleeting moments for eternity.  

“we should frame this.”

“yeah,” he agrees, eyes light. “we should.”

a/n: i have a memory box filled with things from the past decade - like photos, trinkets, letters - and whenever i feel nostalgic, i like to look through it - remembering the person i once was :)

THIS IS AMAZING

Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!!)

Previously: Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. Kita Shinsuke. Kuroo Tetsuro. Tsukkishima Kei.  Bokuto Koutaro

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Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Genre / Pairings: Fluff, Hogwarts AU, Sakusa / Reader

Summary: You’re invited to Kiyoko’s seventeenth birthday party, which turns out to be a ball for the glittering elite of the magical world, where you meet one very surly, very sulky Sakusa Kiyoomi.

A/N: Comments as always, are much welcomed. Feel free to shout at me anytime!

Requests closed for the time being!

Though if you toss a suggestion my way that I like, I may…reconsider ;)

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You feel out of place in this party filled with the glittering elite of magical society. Your sleeves do not quite reach down to your wrists, and the ruffles on the neckline of your dress robes are a little limp, but you’ve had to make do with the rejected pile of clothes from your more affluent cousins. It’s not often you get invited to formal dinner parties anyway. Your home is a tiny attic flat on the cross junction between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, and your mother is just a humble cleaning lady, so this soiree is just an exception - your classmate Kiyoko being exceptionally kind and inviting you to her seventeenth birthday party. 

“Look! Isn’t that Sakusa Kiyoomi? Isn’t he handsome?” You can hear the girls around you sigh dreamily to their friends as said boy enters the ballroom with his cousin Komori in tow. 

The Ravenclaw seeker elicits this sort of reaction even in school - or especially in school, but you’ve never joined his legion of fans, his overall grumpiness acting as a deterrent to you ever speaking to him despite sharing multiple classes together. Still, he is handsome, you admit to yourself. Towering over most of the party guests, Sakusa Kiyoomi has artfully tousled black curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and the most adorable pair of moles above his right eyebrow. 

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MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THIS

imagining love

description: iwaizumi finally gives into his desires and allows himself to imagine love

pairing: iwaizumi x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

a/n: to the anon that requested this, thank you! ALSO this can be read as a stand alone as well <3

pt 1

Iwaizumi never thought he was cut out for love. Not in a cynical, self-loathing way– he just couldn’t imagine it.

He couldn’t imagine himself being vulnerable and raw with anyone. The thought of having to put himself on display made him want to immediately hide and never speak to anyone again.

Maybe that was why Iwaizumi was so drawn to you. You had known each other for years, walls had already been torn down and boundaries have been set in stone for ages. Conflicts were easily solved and rarely even arose, but even though things were simple, they were never boring.

You challenged him in a way that never pushed too far. You liked to tip-toe on the edge, teasing him, but you never overstepped. Emotions weren’t easy for Iwaizumi. They made him second guess himself and shy away, but you never charged ahead to leave him behind; rather you kept your speed gradual so he could catch up when he was ready.

But on that day when he visited you while you were sick, Iwaizumi had been the one to act first. It had felt so natural, he hadn’t even realized your hands were in his until he saw your wide-eyed expression.

It was almost comical. You were always the one to reduce him into a blushing mess that he couldn’t help but be amused by your nervous smile and sweaty palms.

The idea that maybe you just might reciprocate his feelings made his chest warm.

But what was the next step? Oikawa told him to “follow his heart” which seemed like good enough advice, until he had remarked how Iwaizumi was a “heartless brute” who “picked on his best friend for no good reason.” Therefore all advice from Oikawa was immediately scrapped, and now Iwaizumi had to start again from the beginning.

Which is what brought him standing outside your classroom, holding the same tote bag packed with an extra lunch that he had made last night for you.

If food worked last time, it had to work again– right?

He waited anxiously off to the side, searching for your familiar bobbing head in a sea of students.

Would you think it was weird of him to be waiting for you? It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to meet you outside your class, but Oikawa was usually there with him.

Iwaizumi didn’t have much time to overthink it before you met his gaze and shuffled over to him.

“I’m loving the tote, Iwa,” you smirked teasingly, “it’s very trendy.”

“It’s my mom’s, dumbass, and for that comment you’re not getting any of the food that’s in it,” he grumbled, gripping the handles of the bag impossibly tighter.

“Okay relax, relax,” you tugged on his elbow, which sent shockwaves coursing through his whole body. “What I meant to say was: ‘very nice man-satchel, Iwaizumi-san, it’s so very manly and the flowers complement your biceps perf-’”

“Alright enough,” Iwaizumi didn’t think his face could get any redder, “let’s just go eat.”

You straightened. “No Oikawa today?”

Iwaizumi shook his head. Did you prefer it when Oikawa was there? He was starting to feel very awkward about the 5,000 yen he had paid Oikawa to eat lunch with someone else today.

“Good,” you said softly with a slight nod, and his heart did cartwheels.

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You usually ate lunch on the steps outside the volleyball gym; however since the winter had been so cold lately, you and Iwaizumi ate inside the gym, sprawled across the floor.

You looked pretty today. You always looked pretty, but today especially so. Something about the way your hair was framing your face, and lashes brushing against your cheeks every time you blinked, made his stomach twist and turn.

How did you see him? Iwaizumi knew that he wasn’t unattractive, and you liked to tease him with flirtatious jokes. But did you mean them? He always brushed your words off as trivial, trying to not get his hopes up, but the possibility of the smallest amount of genuineness plagued his thoughts.

“What ’cha thinkin’ ‘bout?” You asked with a mouthful of rice.

“About how I’m going to have to tell you that you have soy sauce all over your face.”

Your brows wrinkled as you wiped your face, and Iwaizumi wanted to reach out and smooth the furrow with his fingertips.

“Did I get it all?” You asked him, and your eyes looked so clear and bright that he longed to stare into them forever.

He could feel his face starting to heat up again. “Hold on there’s just a little left…” Iwaizumi trailed off while brushing his thumb against the corner of your mouth.

Shit, shit, shit.

You were so close– only a breath or two away, and wow did your hair always smell that good?

This was so ridiculously cliché, practically out of a movie, and yet Iwaizumi couldn’t help but feel giddy, despite his whole body nearing volcanic temperatures and his heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears.

Your own expression mirrored his, except you looked expectant– like you were waiting for something.

Him, he realized, you were waiting for him.

In any other situation, you would just plow ahead, trusting that Iwaizumi would easily catch up. However, whenever the conditions became nuanced with emotion, you always let him make the first move. You never pressured him into anything and left the situation entirely in his control.

Which he needed. When everything got too overwhelming, Iwaizumi was desperate to grasp onto every ounce of control possible. 

And you let him too. You didn’t have to be this patient with him, but you were. All of this was uncharted territory for Iwaizumi: the vulnerability, the emotions, and the desire.

So he gave into everything, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.

It was a gentle kiss, just a brushing of lips, and he was about to pull back before you leaned in further and deepened the kiss. You were both left breathless when you pulled away from each other, and Iwaizumi couldn’t fight the grin that reached his face.

“Got it,” he mumbled against your lips.

You stared at him wide-eyed and speechless before throwing your head back and laughing at his remark.

“My hero,” you teased. 

He flushed deeper, getting impossibly redder. He wanted to do it again, and again. 

It still scared him. This added layer of emotions would leave him more exposed, but he knew that you would never push him past his limits, and for this he was forever grateful.

So no, Iwaizumi couldn’t imagine himself in love,

with anyone but you.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

synopsis; you were in the middle before you knew you had begun. or, the pride and prejudice remake that no one asked for. (for the love club love collab.)

pairing; sakusa x f! reader

contains; enemies-to-lovers, self-indulgent yearning, historical au (eighteenth century) with no discernible location, mutual pining, slow burn, no sex because it’s jane austen, lots of direct quotations from the novel and pride and prejudice (2005) because why ruin perfection

acknowledgements; i would like to formally thank @suedebunn for being my pillar of moral support and @kmorgzz for beta reading in my time of need. i love you both most ardently.

word count; 10.1k

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– ACT FIVE.

it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

at least, that’s what your mother, mouth full, would have told you and your sisters over the dinner table. retrospectively, though, you should have told her that she was entirely full of shit. had you known better then, you would have turned down the dances, the meetings, the tense flirtation. you would have, had you realized, separated yourself from him and his possibilities entirely. you would have rewritten the nature of your entire existence so that you did not, would not, have to watch your sister’s heart be shattered like glass across the tiles. 

perhaps single men want wives. but that does not mean they want you. and that certainly does not mean they will play nice to get it.

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Against the Clock [Oneshot]

100 Prompts: Timing

Summary: He followed her gaze to see Jean on the other side of the room, who was looking at her longingly, thus distorting Eren’s face into a sour frown. He know that look all too well. He shifted slightly, moving into her view instead and greeted her unceremoniously, “hey.” Mikasa blushed, she knew exactly what he was doing. [Eremika]

A/N: I love petty Eren. That is all. Set after chapter 50! Find this story on Fanfiction.net: {levi-nii-san}

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The image of her looking up at him with a plethora of emotions painted on her face burned in his mind, long after they escaped the whole fiasco. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see her own, bright as ever despite accepting that maybe that was it for them. She seemed genuinely fulfilled and content- elated, even- that she was spending her last moments with him.

And it didn’t exactly hit him until later on that that was her goodbye, that her whole speech thanking him had essentially confirmed her intent to die by his side, through thick and thin indeed.

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random head canon i have of sakusa that currently lives rent free and fully furnished in my head

when sakusa was little, he would crawl into a basket of laundry that just came fresh out of the dryer and fully bury himself into the sheets. he finds the warmth really comforting so he ends up falling asleep in there and his parents will sometimes find him snuggled into the warm fabric, sleeping peacefully (and he REFUSES to admit it. only komori knows of this).

THE WAY I WOULD RISK EVERYTHING FOR HIM