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write-out-hysteria · 3 years

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Matsukawa x gn reader fluff

Author’s Note: This is sort of a prequel to my first fic? It’s a lot longer though and uh, tw disordered eating maybe

For as long as Issei had worked this job, he had been an early riser. He rose before the sun, sitting down on the edge of the bed while you lay fast asleep. He stretched and popped and cracked instinctively before getting up to brush his teeth. He’d walk, eyes still half closed, to his ‘home gym,’ or the space in the guest bedroom he had converted, knowing full well you wanted it in the garage. ‘It’s too spooky in there in the morning,’ he’d laugh, both of you knowing he just wanted to work out in the air conditioned room.

He’d finish off with yoga and meditation, centering his mind, body, and spirit, before hopping into the warm shower. He’d always leave the bathroom door open in case you woke up, ready to goofily tease you before you even remembered where you were.

“You like what you see, baby?” He’d wink, holding his Discobolus pose as you shook your head.

“Put some clothes on, Zeus,” you rolled back over but soon heard footsteps approaching.

“I’m offended that you’d compare me to the most promiscuous man on Mt. Olympus,” he kneeled next to the bed, grabbing your chin in his hand. “I’d prefer to be Perseus, and have my Andromeda ruling at my side.”

“It’s too early,” you dragged out the syllables as Issei rested his hand on your hip beneath the covers.

“What do you want for breakfast, sweetie? I can make pancakes,” he pressed a kiss to your hand resting on the pillow. You nodded, pulling the blanket back over your shoulders.

“I’m sure Perseus wore pants.” He rose, grabbing a pair of cobalt blue boxer briefs from the shared dresser.

“I’m sure Andromeda made the pancakes.”

Your arms found their way around Issei’s firm torso while he flipped each finished pancake on either of the two plates on the counter. He had a system, every other pancake was chocolate chip, “maybe you’ll be sweeter to me if I give you sugar,” he’d always say. The plain ones were for him, though he would spread peanut butter over them anyway. He’d learned that from you the first time he had made you pancakes, the first time you had spent the night in his arms.

“Do you want anything else, angel?” You shook your head against his back. He carefully turned around, handing you your plate. “I’m surprised you’re up so early,” he laughed.

“It was cold last night, had you brought out the winter blankets like I asked, I probably wouldn’t be.” You had made your way to the stool at the counter by now, cutting into your pancakes eagerly. It was his turn to hold you now, nuzzling his face into your neck after leaving a soft kiss on your jaw.

“Just say you missed me, baby. That’s okay, too.”

“Do you want to meet at that ramen place for lunch?” Issei was getting ready for his break, awaiting your text response. He was going to go anyway, he hadn’t packed any food. He just wouldn’t mind picking you up on his way.

“I can’t, I have a lunch meeting.” He frowned, those usually meant the worst for you.

“Do you want me to drop something off for you?”

“I’m not hungry,” he rolled his eyes before putting his phone back in his pocket, walking calmly down the street.

He had been battling your loss of appetite due to stress for the entirety of your relationship without much luck. He had never been one to push, but sometimes the only food he could assure you ate was breakfast. He had only gotten you to eat breakfast by making dinner early, leaving you starving by morning. It was only on bad days, it’s like your body would forget. Sometimes you noticed, but were afraid of getting sick if you ate something when you had already felt “full.”

He ate his ramen, debating bringing some back for dinner. There had been weeks where you ate the equivalent of one large meal a day. Every ‘not hungry’ made him fear a week like that, making food that you’d barely touch and praying you’d take it to work with you tomorrow so you wouldn’t wither away. His only solution up to this point was eating, and reminding you that normally this is when you’d eat too. Using your love for routine against you was his only hope, and it hadn’t been working as well as he wanted.

He could tell you felt bad about not eating, that you felt bad about worrying him. What else were you supposed to do if you simply weren’t hungry? Force feeding only made you feel inadequate, you felt full after half a sandwich or a few bites of pasta. The thought of eating a full protein made you sick. At your lowest points you’d start crying while watching tv with him, watching him snack on something you couldn’t bare the thought of consuming. ‘Issei, what’s wrong with me?’ He never knew what to say. When you got stressed your body simply refused fuel, and that worried him.

“How was work, angel?” His job had given him the ability to appear entirely composed regardless of the environment. You could never tell if he was stressed unless he dropped the facade and told you. When it was about you, he’d never tell you. When it was about you, though, you could tell. Issei was always caring. If he could tell you were in distress he’d pull out all the stops. He’d light lavender candles, he’d cook, he’d clean the counter. He wouldn’t complain if you wanted to watch something he didn’t, he wasn’t planning on taking his attention off of your subtle emotional responses.

“It was okay,” you lied. He already knew it wasn’t, but you didn’t want to talk about it. He always got home before you did, he didn’t have nearly as many responsibilities as you did. His work didn’t change, yours did. New projects meant new worries and new responsibilities.

“I’m almost done making dinner,” you had dropped your things by the door as soon as you stepped inside, making your way towards the man slaving over a pot of chicken soup. “I took the winter blankets out, I thought this might help warm you up.” You snaked your arms around his waist, hiding your face into his back as it warmed up, holding the tears welling up in your eyes. You could eat a little bit of soup, just a little bit, if it would make him feel better.

“Thank you,” you let out a deep sigh into his back. “I’m gonna shower.” He was already in his ‘pajamas.’ Issei ran too hot to sleep in anything but underwear, but enjoyed lounging around the house in your oversized Batman pants. You’d offered to buy him his own so you could match, but he said it wouldn’t be the same.

You both sunk onto the couch, searching for something comforting to watch. Maybe a disney movie, or something else you’d seen a million times. “You know how I played volleyball in high school?”

“Yeah, why?” You hadn’t forgotten. He even taught you how to play so your beach trips would be more fun.

“After practice Makki and I would compete to see who could make the better protein shake. I always won.” You laughed, probably way too much.

“You’re bragging to me about protein shakes you made 10 years ago?”

“What? They were good! Have some faith in me,” the movie kept playing, he tightened his grip around your waist. “I have no clue how I’d drink one everyday, though. If I had one now I’d probably puke. Oh, the joys of youth,” he laughed.

“Are you still hungry or something?” He wasn’t, his teenage athlete appetite had gone away as he aged.

“I was thinking about dessert.”

“I’ve had your protein shakes, I wouldn’t consider them a sweet treat.” He gasped, feigning offense.

“You know how much I hate protein powder, you think I was downing that everyday in high school?” You looked at him confused. His current protein shakes weren’t bad, for a protein shake at least. “It’s an acquired taste, and I still hold my nose and chug it.”You laughed at one of your favorite Matsukawa quirks.

“So why'd you stop making them taste good?”

“I was too broke in college to buy all that ice cream.”

“Ice cream? For protein shakes?” He rolled his eyes before pausing the movie.

“I’m gonna make you one, you’re underestimating my 17 year old metabolism.” He stood up, gesturing that you stay put. Issei was having another chaotic urge, apparently.

You turned on the couch, facing the kitchen instead of the tv. He began pulling every sugary food out of the pantry and fridge. Every flavor of ice cream, cookies, granola bars, peanut butter, anything and everything sweet. “You’re using all of that?” He nodded, haphazardly throwing everything in the blender followed by some milk, chocolate syrup, and two scoops of his protein powder. This really was a chaotic recipe, straight from the mind of a gross teenaged boy.

He came back to the couch with glasses for each of them, they looked like they had been filled with a child’s birthday cake puke. “Drink it, I promise it’s good! It’s so you can’t taste the protein powder.” It probably just tastes like chocolate and peanut butter, but you were still hesitant to drink it. “I promise, the team always liked mine better than Makki's.”

You held the glass up to your mouth, slowly drinking it, widening your eyes when you realized how good it actually was. You understood now. Your 26 year old bodies would cease to function if you had these everyday. You couldn’t pull the glass away until you were done.

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t think it’d be that good.” You laughed, wiping your upper lip.

“You couldn’t taste the protein powder right?” You nodded, watching him sip slowly on his, as his face suddenly scrunched up. “You know, I ate a lot at dinner. I probably shouldn’t drink the rest of this. You want it?” You shrugged, taking the glass out of his hand, drinking the rest like you hadn’t eaten anything all day. Oh wait, he thought. You haven’t for 14 hours. Oh wait, he thought, this is it. This was the solution to his biggest worry. A hidden reset button, your sweet tooth.

#hq #haikyuu!! x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #mattsun #gn reader

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findmeinpops · 6 years

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Chapter Six: I Predict A Riot

Summary: A sequel to I’m On Fire. The six of you were all happily joking, squeezed into a single booth. No one saw the man stood outside the diner watching. The relationship between you and Sweet Pea was growing stronger, it would make getting to you even harder but he was determined to do it. One way or another, he would get his revenge.

I’m On Fire: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

I Predict A Riot: Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Abbreviations: Y/N - Your Name Y/L/N - Your Last Name

A/N: So this has been a while coming and I’d like to apologise for that. I haven’t been entirely well the last few weeks and because of that I haven’t had an awful lot of motivation. Someone dropped me an anon asking when this would be out and I was surprised because at this point I was doing this for myself, I had no idea that people were still interested... So please, if you want these chapters coming out on the reg let me know. On another note, I hope you enjoy this chapter but the next one I plan on revealing a little bit more. Enjoy x

You held onto Jug’s arm for support as you walked down the blindingly white hospital corridor. You knew that you should be the one supporting Jug. He was walking with a limp, which he insisted wasn’t there, and a large, dark purple bruise had begun to form around his left eye. But you couldn’t help it. You were trying to prepare yourself, you knew he would be in a bit of a state but Jug reassured you that it wasn’t that bad. Apparently, Pea was claiming he would be coming with you to school tomorrow and you couldn’t help but scoff.

Pea had been beaten up and was probably in a great deal of pain but he still brushed it off as nothing. He should look after himself but he was strong and determined. He could survive anything. Jug was rambling on about the Ghoulies and what had happened and you probably should have been listening but his voice faded into the general buzz of the hospital. Your eyes glazed over as you blankly stared ahead. The last few hours had been hell but you would be with Pea soon, that would help.

You were guided to the doorway of his room where you froze at the sight. Pea’s face was swollen, his eyes red and bloodshot and a deep cut on his eyebrow had been stitched up. Faint purple bruises decorated his jaw and neck and you were almost certain that the bruising on his throat were the shadows of fingers that had been wrapped around it earlier. His lip had been cleanly split open but he still attempted a smile, it didn’t reach his eyes though. He wasn’t really smiling.

Toni and Fangs were seated either side of him, throwing quips at one another and joking with Pea about who knows what. They tried to include him and Pea tried to join in but he wasn’t really there. His eyes were glassy and empty, there was no twinkle, there was no joy or anything. He smiled but it didn’t reach further than his lips, it wasn’t a real smile. It wasn’t his smile. A smile where his nose scrunched up and he donned a goofy grin, when he throws his head back and laughs heartily with his whole body, a laugh that breaks through that shield he has built and shows the world a brief glimpse of the Pea that you know.

But he was distant and each time he moved he winced, so slight that Fangs and Toni probably didn’t notice, but he did. His smiles were tight and forced, his whole-body tense and wrapped in bandages.

Jug gave you a push through the door and only then the occupants of the room saw you. Despite his injuries, Pea offered you a lop-sided smile. It was still tight and restricted but at least it touched his eyes.

Silently, Toni stood from her seat beside him, offering it to you.“We’ll go get some coffee…” she awkwardly looked between you and Pea, “or something. Me and Fangs, we’ll go, we’ll just be out-” she gestured to the waiting room, “out there, if you need us.” It hadn’t fully sunk in that he was here and alive, after hours of pacing, imagining yourself mourning over his mauled body, you were lucky that he was still with you.

Giving Fangs an elbow out the door, Toni chased the boys out before closing the door behind her.

“Come here, baby.” Your eyes met again and that ghost of a smile tugged at his lips again. On auto pilot, your legs carried you to the side of his bed where you seated yourself. Wordlessly, you took his hand in yours as you traced his bruised and bloody knuckles with your thumb. He’d put up a fight, of course, he was Sweet Pea, he’d go down swinging no matter who he faced. Just the thought and idea of him brawling made you anxious thought and you hoped he would learn his lesson.

Finally, you returned your gaze to his where his eyes were searching for any sign of what you were feeling.

“You’re alive.”

Pea’s expression softened as he reached to caress your cheek, you didn’t miss the wince he tried to stifle. Nevertheless, you nuzzled into his hand, your eyes fluttering shut and, unwilling for him to let go, you gently held it in place.

“I’m alive.” He whispered.

He was here, holding you and you never wanted him to let go. He was here but you had to keep hold of him, scared that he would disappear before your eyes. He was here, just about in one piece, holding you.

What had happened that night had just reaffirmed what you already knew: Pea would be move worlds to keep you safe and would put himself in the firing line before he let anyone touch you. But he had almost died, putting himself in the firing line to protect you. You had almost lost him because of his need to protect you. You should have stopped him. You should have known he would pull something stupid like this. Of course, he wanted to sort the Ghoulies out and the only way he could do think to do that was to play lone warrior hero and take them down all by himself. Of course, he thought that would work.

“What were you thinking, Sweet Pea?” You looked to him with a soft yet condescending expression, starting to stroke his hand soothingly. He sighed and looked to your lap, unable to keep eye contact. His other hand moved to your knee where he began to trace patterns.

After a stretch of silence, he finally spoke: “I wanted to protect you.”

His voice was hardly above a whisper and it shook with his words.

“I wanted to make sure no one dare touch you. You felt unsafe, they threatened you, they needed to pay.”

How could he still think like that? In what world would that fight have worked out in his favour? You couldn’t believe how ridiculous he was being. Angry tears threatened to escape. He had hardly survived, if you hadn’t tipped the Serpents off, you hated to think where he’d be…

“So, you went to the lion’s den.” The edge to your voice shocked him but of course you were angry, he should have expected it.

He went in to a fight without a full armoury or any sort of plan, it was based on feeling, anger and hatred. Why should he think that just because he got beaten up you should excuse him? He should have known better.

“The Serpents had decided, we had decided to wait for more evidence but no! You had to be the brave, lone warrior and go diving headfirst into a fight you would never win.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks but your voice held strong. Pea wanted to comfort you, to hold you and wipe your tears away but he didn’t know what you were thinking or feeling. For all he knew, you’d never want to touch him again.

“You should have known better! You could have died you fucking idiot!” Your voice broke as the tears intensified. You no longer knew what you were feeling. Anger? Betrayal? Hurt? Relief?

Pea sat silently, scouring your eyes for even a hint of what you were thinking.

“You could have died! I thought you were dead!” Sobs began to rack through your entire body, shaking each and every muscle. “I thought you’d left me.”

You were a mess, a crying, emotional mess and the trembling was the only consent that Pea needed before he pulled you to him, not caring about the pain it was causing him because he’d caused you pain. You needed him and he would be there for you.

“Don’t leave. Please. You’re not allowed to die.” Your face came to rest against his chest and he buried his nose into your hair. You were here and he never wanted to leave you.

“I’ll try not to.” He muttered, shuffling over so you could swing your legs up and curl against his side. You nuzzled in to his side, taking care to not put pressure on the bandaged areas. Although tainted by the sterile stench of the hospital, the scent was undoubtedly Pea. He was here and you never wanted to leave him.

In this position, you fell asleep whilst Pea held onto your waist tight. He could not believe how lucky he was to have you. He would do everything within his power to protect you and stop you from getting hurt. If the person who was hurting you was himself? Then he’d have to obey and remain loyally by your side. But heaven must pray for anyone who dares hurt you, for he will unleash hell on them.

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