#mattsun fluff

[makkir0ll]

summer heat

(reader x mattsun)

959 words

{a/n: I did in fact finish writing this at 12 am. So excuse any grammar and mistakes. But this in fact my first ever piece I'm publishing here. So if you have any sort of constructive criticism please tell me (kindly though) anyways enjoy}

it was mid-summer, and its that point of the month where the temperatures were at their all time highs, and the fact that your air conditioning broke didn't make it any better.

it's late at night, you and your boyfriend mattsun couldn't sleep comfortably. The humidity and heat mixing which made your sheets stick to your sweaty body in discomfort.

the two of you had made your way to the living room couch. The room is dim with only the fairy lights you hung in your apartment giving it a comforting glow, and the light of the television playing your favorite show shines on your faces. The windows are open to let the cool night breeze in along with the fans spinning at the highest speeds in attempts to cool the both of you down. You and mattsun lay on opposite ends of the couch, not being able to sit close to each other without being uncomfortable, but your legs meet in the middle, tangled with each other.

"Its so hot" you groan in annoyance. Mattsun glances over at you, wishing he could do something. Anything. To put the two of you out of this misery.

"I know baby, tomorrow we'll call the landlord again and I'll make sure he fixes it. And if not, we can crash at Makki's" he responds in a sweet tone, putting his hand over your shin to comfort you. You smile at the gesture.

He feels the weight of the couch shift, he glances over at you get up and walk to the fridge. You open the freezer and grab two ice cubes, you turn back around to face him with a grin on your face. He smiles dearly at you as he watches you walk towards him, handing him the cube. He puts the cold cube on his body, the cool touch soothing him. You move his legs aside as you rub your ice cube all over your neck. You sigh at the feeling.

In that moment, mattsun can't seem to get his eyes off you. You look so beautiful to him at that moment. Your hair tied back in a bun with your front layers clipped back. You're wearing a sports bra and the shorts you've had since high school. You're wearing your glasses, that you only wear at home or when you're too lazy to put in your contacts. He wishes you always wore your glasses.

"What are you staring at? Do I have something on my face?" you question, looking at him, and putting your fingers around your mouth. Maybe some of your dinner had missed your mouth. He shakes his head no, and you turn your head back at the tv.

Suddenly he feels like this moment right here, this is it. Sitting on your couch as your favorite tv show plays in front of the two of you. He reaches his hand into the pocket of his shorts and he feels the small velvet box he'd been carrying around with him everywhere since after your one month anniversary.

Now he sits here, next to you, two years later on the couch the two of you bought when you first moved in after a year. His stomach is doing flips, he can't believe what he's about to do, but he knows that this is what he wants for the rest of his life. He's known since the moment he laid eyes on you.

"Will you marry me?"

"What?!" you say in shock, whipping your head to his direction. All your focus is on him.

"Will you marry me?" he asks again. His stomach churns, he feels butterflies in his stomach, his heart is beating faster than imaginable, and he starts sweating. Not because of the heat this time. He moves down to the ground and gets on one knee, pulling the box out his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring.

"Y/N, for as long as we've been dating that I was going to marry you. Fuck, since the moment I laid my eyes on you I knew. I-"

"Yes." you cut him off

"What?!"

"Yes. YES. YES! A MILLION TIMES YES! I'LL MARRY YOU!" You yell as you jump onto him. You have a couple of happy tears streaming down your face as you and mattsun lie on the floor of your apartment, bodies tangle with each other.

He shifts his weight so that you straddle his lap now. You cup his face, leaning in to give him a kiss. "I'll marry you any day" You say between kisses. He smiles and pulls you impossibly closer to him. He pulls away and grabs your left hand, sliding the ring onto your ring finger. It fits perfectly. Its in the metal you always wear, something he noticed immediately. It has a small diamond in the middle, nothing too fancy. You look at it in awe.

"I know its not much, but it's all I could afford at the moment." He looks at you, rubbing small circles on your hip.

"It's perfect." you say softly. Looking back at him. "It's everything and more. I love you"

"I love you too." He puts his hands behind your neck, pulling you into a kiss. You gladly kiss him bacl. It's soft, its intimate...

Its....cold?

You both feel a gush of cool air blow against your bodies. You break the kiss and stare in disbelief and turn to your air conditioner, seeing it had turned on. You giggle at the coincidence of the timing, and you guys go back to what you were doing before.

Its still late at night. You and your fiancé mattsun lay in bed sleeping comfortably in each others arms with a feeling of love in the air.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #mattsun #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa fluff #mattsun x reader #mattsun fluff #matsukawa issei #seijoh #hq imagines #hq fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines

[laiiaaa]

SEEMS PROMISING — MATSUKAWA ISSEI

summary: New to Japan, a friend drags you to a party. A bad one. You find an elusive yet alluring stranger outside.

contains: mentions of alcohol, Mattsun smoking cigs because I said so, Mattsun being a flirty little shit but you love it, just read it and find out

length: 3.6k

note: The affinity for mysterious, cig-smoking men with dark hair is real.

You press open the door, head pounding, and relish in the cool breeze that hits you as you slide it shut again. “Jesus Chri—oh, sorry,” you cut yourself off, embarrassed to see someone standing out on the balcony before you, off to the side and out of view from the door. What you thought was going to be a nice, peaceful fifteen minutes of solitude has morphed into yet another forcible—and probably unpleasant—interaction.

Leaning on the railing facing the cityscape before you, he looks over his shoulder dismissively. “You’re fine. Felt the same way coming out here.” He turns back around and you almost thank him for being so averse to the attitude inside the apartment: loud, drunk, far too inquisitive if not prying.

You want to ask when he came out here, because even after all the introductions Hajime orchestrated, you don’t think you caught this one’s name. And surely you would’ve seen him among the crowd—he’s noticeably tall, got luscious black curls atop his head, and doesn’t seem the type to talk your ear off. You make a mental note to tell your friends about him, even if his name never makes its way to you.

From his place a few feet away, he reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket—corduroy, probably cataloged as ‘saddle brown’ online—and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He gestures with the box, asking, “Is it okay if I…?”

“Hm?” You turn to face him again. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t be out here too long.” 

You’re not sure whether your comment offended him until he gives you that smirk, barely there yet enticing, almost smug with himself. He plucks one from the pack and lifts it to his lips, the metallic flick of his lighter cutting into his muffled motions. You watch carefully as he inhales and exhales, white clouds billowing from his lips and dissipating in the wind.

He takes it between his index and middle finger, leaning his forearms into the railing again before sparing you another glance, longer, more careful this time. “You know a lot of people in there?” 

“A few,” you respond, “More, now that a friend introduced me. Definitely not as many as…what’s his name? The blonde one?”

His smirk almost curls into a smile. “Atsumu?” Another puff of smoke.

“Yeah, that one—he’s a little…”

“Little bit much?”

You give him a smile, and he can’t quite tell whether it’s the city lights in the view, or the two drinks he had before coming out here to clear his head, or if it’s just you, but he’s starting to think he’s glad he came to this little gathering, as stupid as it sounded twelve hours ago.

There’s a party inside, you know that much, but as for the reason for the get together, or even the name of the host, you’re not sure. Hajime only provided you with knowing he knows these people, and that it’d give you the chance to meet some now that you’re in Japan. What you didn’t expect was the volume, or the crowd, or the pack-like nature of the people there: they all seem to know each other one way or the other, and you could feel it.

You wouldn’t even say it was overwhelming, the number of people—no, there couldn’t have been more than thirty—but the feeling of being unknown, the other, was. You need to clear your head, get some fresh air. You’re not sure if anyone inside has noticed your absence. 

You inch a little closer to the mysterious figure. “Something like that. Are you friends?”

“With Atsumu?” Something in his brows tell you that you’re not even close. “Funny. I know him from high school—played volleyball against him—but that’s as far as that goes.”

Volleyball, you think, That’s the connection? Who would’ve thought. “Ah,” you hum. “So you came to this because…?”

“You meet Iwaizumi yet? He convinced me.” He takes another drag as he gazes over the city. “Somehow.”

Your image of the man lightens at the fact he knows your only friend here, and a soft smile takes your lips. “Hajime did?”

Hajime. So, they’re close, he thinks. “Yeah, we went to the same school, played together, the works.” Could she be…? “He’s a pretty good guy, eh?”

“Yeah…yeah, he is.” You can’t tell what he’s getting at, if anything, and you make another mental note: if you don’t get anything else out of this man, you will be bugging Hajime about him.

“I’m Matsukawa, by the way. Most people just call me Mattsun.” When you give him your name in return, he thinks he could be winning. “Oh?”

You hesitate. “What, something wrong with it?”

“No, don’t worry.” He gives you a once over, and stands fully upright, facing you with one hand still on the railing. You think he’s putting too much faith in the strength of it. Maybe he’s a little more fearless, a little more reckless, than you’re used to. “Hajime’s mentioned you, is all.” He flicks away ash.

“Oh. Why’d you have to make it sound like a bad thing?”

He shrugs. “Didn’t mean to. He speaks highly of you.” You can almost see that smile of his behind plumes of tobacco.

“Really? What’s he say about me?”

“Well…that you’re smart, for one, though I can’t say I can agree with that yet.”

“Yet?”

“Yet.” He flashes a smirk again. “He says you’re funny, too. Again, not too sure about that one, but it seems promising.”

You lend him a blank stare. “Thanks.”

He wants to kick himself for chuckling at that—how could he let his advantage slip so soon? “See, you’re already on the right track.”

“Hm, nice to see you laugh a bit.” And that smile. You tug your jacket tighter around you, not wanting to sacrifice this seemingly meaningless interaction for the sake of the warmth you know is inside. “So, you find out anything else about me from Haji? Or just the basics?”

Ah, so now she’s calling him Haji. There’s a lot he’s kept from me. Hm. “Well, there’s also the fact that you’re very pretty.” He lifts his hand back to his mouth. He’s getting antsy, talking to you, and he’s not used to it. 

Your brow furrows, and you consider calling Hajime out here to speak to him yourself. “Haji’s been telling people I’m pretty?” Very very handsome people, you add, internally, but this Matsukawa—Mattsun—doesn’t need that much…yet.

“Nope,” he answers. “Just an observation on my part.”

You cock your head to the side. “…Are you flirting with me?”

He drops his cigarette to the ground and presses it out with his shoe, barely considering whether he’s even allowed to smoke here before bringing his attention back to you. “Would it be more effective if I said yes?”

A laugh escapes you—pity or incredulity, you’re not sure. “Hm, I’m not too sure about that one yet.” You sigh with your lips curving against your will, your cheeks aching with mischief and the thought that maybe it was a good thing to show up. “But I guess it seems promising.”

Mattsun’s smile turns big enough to see teeth this time and he thinks he could be falling in love with you—or maybe he’s just starting to go crazy at the thought of you taking his bit like that, as if everything he has is yours to know and take. It lights a smug fire in your chest that you’ve left him speechless, watching him exhale a sigh through his nose with pink cheeks (from the cold or your quips, who knows?) as he opts to lean on the railing again. 

“He’s never mentioned you, you know,” you start, walking right up next to him, turning what was a few feet into mere inches with your elbows on the cold, hard metal. 

Your heart races a little faster now, with the whole city right in front of you and your center of gravity leaning a little too close to the ledge for comfort. The two of you could die right now, would the railing give way, but maybe that’s the fun of it for him. Maybe this Mattsun is pretty interesting after all.

“Hajime, you mean?”

“Yeah, it’s not fair, you know things about me, and I know nothing about you.”

“There isn’t much to know.” He shrugs again, splaying his hands out for emphasis. 

“Well, you smoke.”

“Yep.”

“You wear a nice corduroy jacket.”

He whips his head in your direction. “You like my jacket?”

You nod earnestly. “Yeah, it looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” he says, biting his tongue to keep from saying more, because he has a feeling that with you, the blush rising to his cheeks will get him into trouble. 

“No problem,” you chirp back, heading back to business. “You…used to play volleyball. Used to, right?”

He turns back to facing the city. “Used to.”

“Okay, that’s three things.”

He claps his hands together. “Great, now we’re even.”

“Come on,” you whine. He’s gonna be so much trouble, you think, with the way you’re dying for more. “Can’t we trade?”

“You want to trade information?”

“Yeah, why not? You’re very mysterious, there’s gotta be something to you, no?”

“Is this a free range kinda thing, or are we asking questions?” Mattsun is a bit of a risk taker, a tad impulsive. And maybe a bit too satisfied to have a pretty girl’s attention.

“Hmm…questions. You first, it’s only fair.”

“Alright,” he huffs, struggling to hide the fact that he’s slipping right into your hands. He stares up at the sky for a moment, considering the weight of his question. “How do you know Hajime?”

“Jealous, are we?” And part of you is hoping he is. “We met in college…sophomore year, I think? Neither one of us were from America, so we just kinda clicked. He was doing his sports medicine thing, and at the time I didn’t really know what I was doing yet, and he helped me out a lot. Anyway, we thought we’d never see each other after graduation, but then I got an internship here, so…here we are, I guess. Haven’t been here long, though, only a month or so.”

He doesn’t hesitate or give it a second thought before asking, “How long are you staying?”

You smile. “No follow up questions. I gave you more than you asked, too, so now it’s my turn.”

He waits patiently, contently, wondering what he should ask you next, but you came prepared for this battle. 

“What’s your favorite song, and why?”

“That’s two questions.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He wonders what he did to deserve this: a beautiful, snarky girl like you, asking stupid questions about someone you don’t even know and aren’t obligated to. 

“I’ve never really had to think about it.” 

“Okay, then think about it now.”

He pauses. So demanding, this one, she’s gonna hurt. He ponders it almost too long for your liking. “Eight Miles High, I think, by The Byrds? My dad used to play it all the time.” He pauses again, smiling, and he wonders again about how he even ended up here, talking to you, with you smiling back at him as he explains, “He was born in Japan, but lived in Los Angeles for a while in his twenties, and he liked them a lot—said that nothing could compare to The Byrds playing through open windows cruising down the highway, so he kept a bunch of their CDs and played them for me when I was little. There’s nothing special about that song in particular, I just like the sound, heard it a lot, fits what I picture my dad was like, in a way.”

He’s cute, you think, under all that dark and gloom, he’s cute, and sentimental. “I like that answer,” you add. “Sounds pretty damn special.”

“Might be.” He shrugs and brushes aside the care you gave, listening to him. “Fuck, I need another cigarette,” he hisses, letting his head fall.

“If you do, I’ll go inside,” you say, not sure if it’s the threat you’re meaning it to be as much as it’s a plea for him to stay with you. 

“Hm, don’t threaten me with a good time.” Yet he makes no move for his jacket. “I guess that’s the fifth thing I know about you, then.”

“And what would that be?”

“That smoking’s a no-go?”

If you knew better you might wonder why he’d care. “It’s not that,” you reassure, “I mean, I was in California for four years, traveled a bunch, so I don’t mind the smell. I think it’s the idea of addiction that scares me.” Your confession hangs in the open air. “You can add that to the list instead.”

Mattsun takes his time to respond, considers whether he should at all. He observes you from the side: the pout of your near frown, the white of your teeth when you chew at your bottom lip, the crease between your brows when you face him and say it’s his turn again.

And he keeps his eyes on you when he tells you, “I’ve never kissed someone.” And before you can ask him Why? only for him to tell you There’s no follow up questions, and before he can ask himself What the fuck am I saying to this girl I barely know?, he tells you, “I mean, I’ve kissed people, obviously, but not for any reason that’s particularly romantic. Just sex, and…everything adjacent to it.”

You chew on his words for a moment and he thinks he could throw up.

“You can add that to the list now,” he adds, filling the silence.

He feels a lot closer to you now, physically, with your shoulders and hips almost joining together and your noses no more than six inches apart when you face each other. You still want to ask him Why? even though you’re sure he’ll snap the moratorium on follow up questions back on you. Maybe confessions like this tie a rope around two people and tug. 

“I don’t think I have either.” Absentmindedly, you lift two fingers to your lips. “It’s funny that you mention it.”

“Why?”

“To the first part, or the second?”

“The first.”

“I don’t know.” You turn to look at him again and he’s already waiting halfway. “I mean, I’ve had a boyfriend before, kind of, but it was never really…”

“Romantic?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “He was a dick.”

“That sucks.”

“Thanks. How about you?”

“I fucked around a bit in years past. Didn’t really settle or do relationships or anything romantic.”

“I’m sorry.” Yet all you can think about is how you’re sinking deeper into this pit, a boy who doesn’t do relationships.

“It’s alright.”

“Things can always change, you know.” You look back at him, not knowing whether the comment was for his reassurance or your own, and something has changed in the way he looks at you. He isn’t looking just to look anymore, but to listen, as if he can read something from your expression. 

“You think so?” he asks, a hopeful lilt in his voice. He doubts whether he really knows himself.

You can't seem to peel your eyes away from his when you only hum a confirmation. Breaths exchanged between you turn white in the cold nighttime air, and you draw closer together for warmth, noses almost touching. Something in your gut tells you this isn’t normal, to be this close, and something in the back of his mind tells him that he’s more than okay with it.

He smiles something different, something of admiration instead of mirth. “This got very personal.”

“It did.” You look at his lips.

“I don’t even know you.”

“No, but you could.”

He smiles back at you, his eyes trailing to your lips in turn. “I could.”

“And it’s helping me make your list, so it’s okay.”

“This is true,” he agrees, “Though I’m a little nervous to ask what you’ve been extrapolating.”

“We can debrief another day, if you’d like.”

He tilts his head, just barely, and each breath into your lungs feels like another pull at his lips to reel him in. “Who said I’m ever going to see you again?”

Your eyes dance between his lips, curled in a way you crave to taste, and his eyes, glazed over with what can only be called desire. “I did, just now.” You give in to his movements closing the marginal gap between you, a hair’s breadth from what you’ve been pining for.

“I know I didn’t say this before, but you can call me Issei,” he murmurs against your lips. 

“I thought you said most people call you Mattsun?” 

“That I did.”

“Am I not most people, then?” You smirk and you think you’ve caught him.

“Hmm…” he starts, bringing a hand to brush up the column of your neck, grasping your jaw in his hand ever so gently, his thumb pressing to your bottom lip. “Not too sure about that yet.” 

He only lasts, mesmerized, a second longer before he presses his lips to yours. He keeps his kisses short, and he keeps them sweet, and you make the third mental note of the night to search whether nicotine can be transferred through kisses because fuck, something about his smile-ridden lips have you hooked.

You loop your arms around his neck while he looms over you and snakes his free hand from your waist up your back, holding your body oh so close to his that when he nips at your bottom lip you swear your knees start to buckle. It’s innocent, the way Mattsun kisses you, like he’s hungry for nothing more than this—the two of you, on someone’s balcony, asking questions that may very well mean nothing by the next year, kisses for cushioning. 

He slips his tongue past your lips, gently, teasing, and you think this is what it feels like to really kiss someone. He wonders if dying right now would really be all that bad if it means having your mouth be the last thing he tastes, your face the last thing he touches.

Until you hear the sound of someone’s “Oh” and you both turn to look where it came from. Your fingertips are still grazing the hair at the nape of Mattsun’s neck, his lips now at your jaw for you’ve turned your head to see the door. He can smell your perfume on your neck and he has to fight the urge to kiss you again.

Hajime stands at the door, eyebrows raised with one foot on the balcony and the other still inside. “Am I interrupting something?”

You pull away from Mattsun’s hands with reluctance, and he tries, hard as he might, to wear his calm demeanor again, itching to have the weight of you tugging on him. 

“Nope,” you snip, missing Mattsun’s warmth a little more than you’d like to admit. “What’s up?”

“We’re…” His eyes catch Mattsun’s foot tapping away and your hands fiddling with the railing, Mattsun’s messy hair and your glistening lips. “We’re singing and doing cake now, thought you might wanna join.”

“We’ll be there in a second,” Mattsun says. Is there even a ‘we’?

The two of you stand still, anxiously, as Hajime gives a very brief goodbye—scary, even, he’s so unphased—as he walks away, leaving the door ajar for you to follow.

You turn to Mattsun, almost pleading. “You think he’s gonna say anything?”

“I don’t know, actually.” He runs a hand through his hair and lets his arms fall to his sides. “I don’t think he’d be dying to tell anyone. We should probably go in there, though. Probably the good person thing to do for their birthday.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Probably.” 

You toy with his fingers as he shifts much closer to you again, inches away without either one of you thinking about it. You reach up to his head and he bends down for you, waiting patiently for the strands mussed by your doing to be returned to their rightful place. 

“Can’t be giving anyone clues just yet, hm?” you hum, one hand in his hair and the other just barely holding his chin.

Mattsun smiles when you punctuate the question with a peck to his cheek. He doesn’t quite hold your hand, and neither of you know if he even should, but he trails behind you back into the apartment regardless, back into the bustle of the crowd. His fingertips thrum with something he’s never felt. He could follow you like this all night if only you’d let him.

“Hey, Issei?” you ask, pulling him to come a little closer. It’s been less than a minute, and your head is already aching again, your eyes tired.

His ears perk up at the name, and his chest presses lightly into your back before he leans down to hear you better. “Yeah?”

You turn your head towards his without taking your eyes off the crowd in the room ahead, navigating through a place still completely unknown to you. You stop at the doorway, still hidden away from the rest of the group. “Is it really someone’s birthday?” 

Issei laughs, heartily for the first time this week, and basks in the way you glow in the mellow light of the party, smiling back at him, sheepishly hitting him while defending yourself in a whisper, “What? I don’t know these people—!” He thinks this—whatever it is, having his hand nearly intertwined with yours, your shoulder blades pushing into his chest, Hajime’s subtle smile and nod of respect from across the room—sure is something.

And he thinks it seems awfully promising.

#haiykuu #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa imagines #matsukawa drabble #mattsun x reader #mattsun fluff #matsukawa issei #mattsun #matsukawa x you #matsukawa x y/n #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #issei matsukawa #issei x reader #matsukawa fluff

[rintaroll]

❝ INSIDE THE LINES. ❞

— during matsukawa's time babysitting your niece, more than a couple realizations occur to you.

⊱┊pairing. matsukawa issei x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, established relationship, reader has a 6 year old niece and works at the bakery, food mention, mattsun has a sleeve tattoo :], unedited ⊱┊wc. 1.3k ⊱┊note. cleaning out my drafts hehe this was back when i had my mattsun brain rot (OH btw while writing this he works as a tattoo artist in my mind but i didnt mention it anywhere)

© RINTAROLL

"issei, i'm so sorry-"

"it's fine," matsukawa waves his hand dismissively. his eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. "when are you coming home?"

"soon. i just have to frost the cupcakes and wait for the customer to pick them up." you pan your phone to the chocolate cupcakes, fresh out of the oven and still steaming hot.

"those look really good, babe." matsukawa muses.

you hear a small voice squealing from behind the camera. "i wanna see!"

your boyfriend chuckles, eyes trained on your niece, himeko, whose ears have perked up at the word 'cupcakes'. the six-year-old scrambles onto the sofa, comfortably nestling herself into matsukawa's side. her eyes widen when she finally sees the cupcakes in all their chocolatey goodness. "yummy..." she says, eyes boring into matsukawa's phone screen, unblinking and shiny.

you pan your phone back to your face. "they're not for you!" you remind her.

"i know!" himeko sighs dramatically, strands of hair falling onto her face. mattsun effortlessly brushes it back. "i have to wait for tomorrow so we can make them together."

"yes, that's right." you nod in approval.

"why can't it be tomorrow already?" she pouts. mattsun doesn't realize, but your eyes are trained on him while he stares at your niece while adorning an amused smile.

"hm," you ponder. "maybe if you sleep early tonight, then tomorrow will come earlier?" a sly grin forms on your lips.

himeko narrows her eyes at you. "that's not gonna work on me!"

you shrug. "worth a try."

matsukawa snickers at your failed attempt to trick her. "smart girl," he praises her before raising one of his hands, which is met with a high five from himeko. your niece then proceeds to stick her tongue out at you.

you shake your head, but there's a smile on your lips despite you doing so. she might as well steal your boyfriend at this point, you think to yourself.

you can almost remember the good times—when himeko was four and hiding behind your legs, while matsukawa was crouching in front of you. she was terrified, little hands gripping onto your pants. she told you he looked like a gangster, with all the tattoos covering the entirety of his right arm. "what if he kidnaps me?" she wailed once he leaves, to which you comfort her by saying that he won't. from her skeptic expression and her glassy eyes, it was safe to say that she was far from convinced.

and yet now here you are. with your boyfriend and your niece in cahoots, conspiring together to overthrow you someday.

"anyways, i was calling because she wanted me to tell you she finished her coloring book, isn't that right, hime?"

halfway through his words, himeko lets out an 'oh!' and jumps up from the couch. she picks up her coloring book off the floor, where it was surrounded by an assortment of colored pencils and markers in disarray. flipping to the last page, she proudly shows off her latest piece of work. "look!"

you gasp, genuinely admiring the effort she's put into coloring in the drawing of a fish. considering how she's just turned six, she's done a wonderful job in coloring inside the lines. "that looks so nice! did you do that all by yourself?"

"yep!" she chirps, nodding excitedly before stopping to ponder for a moment. "hm... i guess, uncle mattsun did help me color the amenomies..."

"anemones," matsukawa stage whispers.

"right, amenemones."

you and matsukawa bite back your laughs. "it looks really good, himeko," you comment, still smiling.

himeko nods absentmindedly. it becomes obvious to both you and matsukawa that her attention is not on either of you anymore. she goes out of frame as she continues to flip through her coloring book and zeroes in on her work, leaving matsukawa the only one left in view of the camera.

your eyes flit to the top of your phone screen, clicking your tongue when you read the time. "alright, i better go and start frosting. the customer will be here soon. bye, himeko! bye, baby."

matsukawa's heart flutters helplessly. he will never get tired of you calling him that. "see you," your boyfriend beams. although still engrossed by her coloring book, you hear your niece mumble a soft 'bye' right before the call ends.

pocketing his phone, matsukawa turns his focus back on himeko only to find her tiny lips curled into a frown. "something wrong, sweets?"

she looks up, with her brows all scrunched up. matsukawa feels his heart melt at the sight. "i'm out of pages. what will i color now?"

"i'll buy you another one tomorrow, okay?" he pokes her nose.

with a giggle, she scrunches her nose in effect. "okay."

an idea spontaneously strikes matsukawa. it might be one of the best ideas he's had in a while—the realization that himeko brings out his creative side more often than not quickly becomes an afterthought.

"actually, hime..."

her ears perk up, big eyes staring up at him. those big, doe eyes he has not learned how to say no to.

"i know something else you can color."

matsukawa was sure he saw himeko visibly light up when he offers his tattooed arm. he doesn't need to tell her twice. she expeditiously collects her markers off the ground—she's big enough to know that pencil colors won't be able to color in your skin!—and spreads them out on the sofa next to where both of them sit.

snuggled into his side, matsukawa has his tattooed arm around her as himeko starts to color in the tattoos from the ones on his forearm. "i'll make sure your arm looks extra pretty!" she exclaims excitedly.

"can you make it look as pretty as you are?"

himeko tilts her head to the side as she thinks of an answer. "hm... maybe. i'll try." the earnestness in her answer makes matsukawa chuckle.

as himeko continues, her inquiries about his sleeve don't stop. did it hurt? (just a little bit.) what's the meaning behind this one? (there's no meaning to that one. this one, however...) are you gonna get a tattoo of y/n? (i already did.) can i get one too? (matsukawa laughs awkwardly when he hears the last question, immediately changing the topic by asking her what her favorite color is. he doesn't want to get into trouble.)

the conversations tone down when himeko makes it halfway through matsukawa's forearm. he knows himeko turns quiet once she's focused. it's only when matsukawa feels her marker slip that he realizes that she has nodded off. making as little movement as possible, he closes the cap on the red marker that she was holding and puts it aside.

half an hour later, you tip-toe into your living room with the intention to surprise your boyfriend and your niece at heart. as you get closer, suspicions start to arise when you realize that it's awfully quiet.

wait, are they-

oh.

they are.

your heart blooms at the precious sight of matsukawa and himeko fast asleep on the couch. matsukawa's head is lolled back on the back of the sofa, his arms around himeko as she is curled up into his side. they look so comfortable and peaceful, soft snores coming out of the both of them with hideko's head rising up and down along with matsukawa's chest with every breath that he takes.

you just finished snapping a quick picture when realization sets in.

and no, it's not about how matsukawa has successfully won her over for good—that realization has set in a long time ago.

but it's realizing that you want to spend the rest of your life coming home to this sight. him dozing off on the sofa, waiting for you to come home, and maybe a child, or two, of your own curled up next to him.

vocabulary !

himeko is written like so: 姫子 in kanji. 姫 (hime) means princess, while 子 (ko) means child. mattsun's nickname for her is hime, which essentially means he calls her 'princess'.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa issei #mattsun #mattsun fluff #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa issei fluff #haikyuu fic #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu mattsun #mattsun x you #mattsun x reader #kiawrites

[bokubear]

THE HQ BOYS FORGET ABOUT YOUR DATE

featuring ; matsukawa issei, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji

warnings ; slight angst/hurt, eventual comfort, crying

notes ; it’s been a while since i updated you guys, think of this as my check in. i hope you’re all doing well !

MATTSUN experienced that uncomfortable feeling of dread filling his senses at around six thirty, approximately an entire hour late from your scheduled dinner date. the restaurant he picked out, the outfit you had bought specifically for this rare occasion. wasted. yet he didn’t realize until he happened to open his messages, your pinned number causing him to leap from the loveseat in terror. he messed up big time. your beautiful face crumbling with sadness sent him dizzy in distress. the frazzled man disregarding his usual belongings to run to the place, evening lights twinkling with the dimmed lighting; elevating the romantic atmosphere. “baby i’m so so-“ however, the apology was cut off when you shoved past him—soft sniffles heard. “if you have time to apologize, you surely had time to show up.” you hissed, not sparing a single glance at issei. after that, he trailed behind you on the way home—downcast. the sounds of your crying haunting him from the living room. he was giving you space, but this was killing him. “i made your favorite dish, come out so we can talk-“ once again, the words frothing in his throat dissolved upon impact. your face hidden in his t-shirt. “you jerk, don’t you ever do that again or i will not hesitate to cut off your hands and feet.” he stood in stunned silence. “alright then, am i forgiven ?” — “not a chance.”

KUROO was fully immersed in his job, and you couldn’t be happier for him. except for the portion which required him to be away for long periods of time. apparently, the at-home movie date was long forgotten. because tetsuro was a no show. the thought of calling him left your lip quivering. this could possibly be one of the only times you get to see him this week and your patience and resilience was running thin. finger pressing the call, listening to the dial tone with absolute silence—emotions in an overflow. but the anger bubbling quickly dissipated when the fluid and ear numbing voice was heard. his. “..how could you forget ?” your voice cracked, crucially unhelpful. “that’s it ! tonight was the movie night wasn’t it ?” he bit his lip, guilt eating his heart alive. “it was.” you finished, hands shaking as you held the phone—struggling to keep it together. “it’s okay kitten, i hear you, i can’t even explain how sorry i am, let it out i’m here.” he hushed, easing your choked sobs. he stayed on the phone with you all the way to the door, enveloping you in his arms while gently rubbing your back. “how about my neighbor totoro ?” you gasped in air. “that sounds okay.” he smiled weakly, kissing your lips. “anything for you.”

BOKUTO grinned form ear to ear, this smile was most definitely not as large as it was when gazing at you—but impressive in the least. his power was phenomenal and this practice was proving simple. kotarou’s gained skill over the years bringing him to this moment. he was obsessed. although no matter how deeply he adores volleyball, you took first. today though the ace was fully charged. mind straying from the picnic date set up forty minutes ago. “that one was the best !” he shouted with glee, fists clenching pridefully. his mini celebration cut short at the gym doors being opened. there you stood, gorgeous as ever in your newly purchased sun-dress. “how’d the practice go ?” you quietly exclaimed, eyes saddened. automatically he ran to you, noting the picnic basket in your hands. “sweets i forgot i’m sorry honey i—“ the look on your face unreadable. “can we start this day over ?” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. “just take me on a date you oaf, and if you forget next time i’m not going to your next game.” he brightened first, then paled at the later add in. “that’s easy peasy then.” he smirked triumphantly, hands on his hips. “mhm i bet it is.” you hummed, brows lifted in amusement. ‘honey.’ you haven’t heard that one before.

AKAASHI is a busy man. from filing reports to his editing career, his life at the moment is an endless loophole of assignment after assignment. spacing out hardly any time given to spend with you. today was a breakfast day. a day he reserved especially for you, only for you. to go out and eat early and to return to your comfy abode to lay in bed, simply conversing. nevertheless, his internal alarm clock filtered on his job, waking up beside you to leave a peck on your forehead before walking to the subway station. regular routine. funny enough, this one was a close call. a very close call. seated in his office chair, your text affirmed on the screen. ‘where are you ?’ the memories drowning keiji in a huge tsunami. recollections of yesterdays excitement crashing into him. ‘went to the store, hang tight love.’ and just as fast as he’d entered the building he exited. with the small white lie discarded. déjà vu passing by at the familiar bedrooms entities. “you weren’t actually at the store we’re you ?” surveying his coat with a sleepy smile gracing your angelic face. “no, but i’m here now.” he puckered, glancing away from embarrassment. “close call.” he hovered above you, breathy kisses devouring your neck. “but i made it.” you chuckled, his lips tickling your jaw. “that you did.”

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited

#hqxreader #haikyuuxreader #hq #haikyuu!! angst #hq angst #haikyuu angst #mattsun fluff #mattsun issei #issei mattsun #mattsun x reader #bokuto angst #bokuto kotaro fluff #bokuto kotaro angst #bokuto kotarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotarou x reader #kuroo fluff #kuroō tetsuro #kuroō x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo angst #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #akaashi angst

[pixelwisp]

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that some higher power thrived off of watching him suffer. As if the last few months weren’t taxing enough - getting ordained, dealing with groomzilla Oikawa, dealing with other groomzilla Iwaizumi, and taking on a co-op role of Iwa’s best man with Makki, who, by all accounts, should never be allowed to plan anything by himself - he now had to share a room with you; his best friend, Oikawa’s person of honor, and someone he’s been horrendously in love with for so long he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be in love with you.

When he first found out the news, he thought ‘this is fine, we can handle this. It’s just a room’, but the back of his mind was scrambling to figure out what he possibly could have done that would have pissed the gods enough for them to punish him like this (he could only recall that one time during New Years, when he picked his nose and wiped it on the shrine; but he was six, and Makki had dared him, so surely they had forgiven him for that?). He was too stuck in his head to notice the lilt in Oikawa’s voice as he explained that ‘We’re just trying to save some money, and Makki is already rooming with so-and-so, so you understand, right Mattsun?’, nor the mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed him the two hotel room keys, along with an order to not show up late to the ceremony, to which Mattsun only barely nodded to.

One night. One room. It’ll be fine, he thinks.

His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he saw the singular mattress in the middle of the hotel room. He briefly wondered if Oikawa was the aforementioned higher power. Does he know about the booger? 

Mattsun almost wanted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, because of course. Of course Oikawa would use his own wedding to try to get Mattsun to confess for the millionth time. Of course Oikawa would make it as uncomfortable as possible for him in the process. Of course Makki would be in on it; Iwaizumi too, probably (although begrudgingly so). Of course he was, once again, at the mercy of his shitty friends, forced to suffer through another awful set up that’s destined to go horribly wrong. 

He knew whoever was “upstairs” was laughing at him. They were laughing at his suffering and honestly? He wouldn’t be surprised if Oikawa did turn out to be some sort of demigod, who’s only mission was to make Mattsun wish the next funeral he’d have to plan was his own.

After a rush to the bathroom, a splash of cold water, and a less-than-peppy “pep” talk in the mirror, Mattsun decided that he could do this. He can totally sleep next to you for one night. He’ll face away from you, or lay over the blankets, or even sleep on the floor - whatever will help minimize contact between you two. He’ll hash out the details later. The important thing is, he can do this.

He could not do this.

He didn’t plan for you to look as good as you did tonight. He didn’t think to consider that you would practically beg him to dance, feeling you pressed up against his chest as you giggled breathlessly into his ear. He didn’t factor in the possibility that you would forget to pack pajamas, which meant you ended up in one of his shirts. He didn’t take into account how good you always smelled, and how it would envelope him as you laid next to him, soft breaths hitting his shoulder as he stared at the ceiling.

Mattsun played with his fingers as he tried his best to force sleep to overtake him, but all the little things had been building up throughout the day, and he was just so tired, and so hopelessly in love, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He shifted; turned toward you. He took a moment to appreciate the moonlit path that shimmered across your cheekbone, the way your other cheek squished against the pillow, the hands that balled together against your chest. He saw your nose scrunch a little at something - probably his breath - and the final thread of hesitation gave away.

“Hey. Are you awake?” His voice was soft, a whisper, in case you were actually sleeping.

Your nose scrunched again.

“No,” you whispered back, and you smiled and opened your eyes to look at him. His breath caught in his throat, but he somehow managed a smile back.

“Funny.”

“I’m here all week.”

“Y/n,” he started. He swallowed. “Are we friends?”

You furrowed your brows, and nodded slowly.

He exhaled. Reached a hand to touch your cheek. His fingertips danced over your skin - his touch light as a feather, like you were the most delicate thing in the world.

“Just friends?”

You looked at him for what felt like an eternity, your face unreadable. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, and every second you didn’t answer him had him falling deeper into a new kind of pain he had never experienced before.

You shook your head.

He felt the hope spread throughout his chest as he sucked in a breath. His touch deepened, ever so slightly.

“More?” He whispered. You reached up to cup the hand on your cheek, turning your head to place a soft kiss into his palm.

“More,” you affirmed.

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that he owed an apology to whatever higher power he had been cursing the last few months. Maybe Oikawa wasn’t a demigod - or maybe he was, but he was helpful, rather than spiteful - and maybe whoever was hanging out upstairs dealing with him had been as frustrated with him as he had been with himself.

As his fingers trailed up your thigh and you whispered affirmations of love into his very soul, he realized, begrudgingly, that he would have to thank Oikawa tomorrow, but when he smiled against your lips for the first time, he decided that he'd gladly thank a smug Oikawa a thousand times over if it meant he finally got to have you.

yet another repost from my old archive so I look semi productive. Minor edits but this one was always a fav so barely any edits tbh lol. enjoy the simple cute fluff fic and don't forget to check out our new network - shibuya station!

#matsukawa x reader #matsukawa #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa fluff #mattsun x reader #mattsun fluff #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq ficlets #✧ — noe’s works

[sleepyxxhead]

FLUFFTOBER WEEK 1 COMING TMR @12PM EST

ig it's technically "today" but i haven't gone to bed yet so we'll just say it's tomorrow

#flufftober 2023 #flufftober #fluff #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa #matsukawa fluff #mattsun #mattsun fluff #mattsun x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #matsukawa x you #matsukawa x y/n #mattsun x you #mattsun x y/n

[cottonlemonade]

500 yen

warnings: Seijoh 4

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“Over there by the benches, 12 o’clock.”

“Oh, pretty.”, Makki said.

Issei emptied his water bottle in deep gulps. “I’m going in.” He slapped his cheeks with both hands and rolled his shoulders, then looked at his friends expectantly. “Say something encouraging.”

Makki inspected his hands. “Not a chance.”

“Nope, but I can slap you, too, if that helps.”, Iwaizumi offered.

“Thanks, I think I’ll pass.” Issei’s shoulders dropped.

“Of course it’ll be fine, Mattsun. You got this.”, Oikawa assured him.

Once his friend left he added, “500 yen, he gets rejected.”

“Yup.”

“I don’t know.”, Makki interjected, trying to observe the situation covertly while Iwaizumi and Oikawa just blatantly stared, arms crossed, “She might be into it. I mean, tall protective boyfriend is something girls like, right?”

The other two looked at him.

“Yeah I know, I don’t believe it either.”

“I can tell from here that she’s out of his league.”, the captain noted, tilting his head and letting his eyes wander over your curvy figure.

Then Makki grabbed his shoulder and Oikawa’s jaw dropped.

“No way she is giving him her real number.”

“I think she might be. Look at that blush.”

Iwaizumi grinned, never having doubted his friend.

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✨ @starrbright ✨ 🫰🏻

#matsukawa issei x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #mattsun x chubby reader #matsukawa x chubby reader #issei x chubby reader #matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu matsukawa #hq matsukawa #matsukawa issei #haikyuu imagines #seijoh four

[atsumwah]

mattsun's the kind of boyfriend that calls u pretty to calm u down (doesn't matter if he's the one that made you mad or if anyone else did he is your diffuser no matter what)

#—lu rambles #—matsulu #i am weak again 4 this man! #matsukawa issei #hq mattsun #hq matsukawa #haikyuu matsukawa #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa fluff #matsukawa headcanons #mattsun imagines #mattsun headcanons

[miya-rin]

matsukawa knew that he liked you.

he didn’t know what it was, but something about you had just always drawn him towards you.

maybe it was the fact that you always understood his jokes and laughed when no one else did, maybe because you always remembered the little parts in stories he told you and linked them to the ones he more recently told, or maybe it was the way you always went along with his little routines.

and by routines, he means how how excited he would be every morning when he would walk into class to see you sitting down with all your equipment laid out neatly, and how every morning he would place both hands over your eyes before getting closer to your ear and saying “guess who?” to be met with “oh i have no idea, mattsun maybe?”

except for this morning, because today you are nowhere to be seen.

this worries matsukawa a little more than he would like to admit. you are always one of the first people in class so where are you?

“they’re probably just a little late.” he tells himself, sitting down in the seat next to yours as he always does after your greetings to each other. but 10 minutes fly by and you still aren’t in class yet. he’s more than worried now.

are you lost? are you just helping someone to their class? did something happen to you on the way to school? did you move class because you didn’t want to be desk mates with him anymore???

while he is going through all the different possibilities of why you aren’t next to him, his ideas are cut short as a pair of hands smoothly slide over his eyes, he starts to feel faint breath fanning over his neck as a small “guess who?” is said by a very familiar voice.

you’re here.

even though he doesn’t say anything you can tell how excited he is by the very wide smile plastered across his face. he’s so cute.

“where were you? i was so worried.”

“careful now issei, you might make me think you actually like me,” he does. “my mum’s car broke down and i had to walk, i underestimated how long it would take me to get here.”

“you never were the brightest were you?”

“and yet you were soo worried for me.” the smug smile on your face is enough to bring his back, he’s glad you’re sat with him again.

matsukawa knew that he liked you. and he knew that it was something he would never be able to understand, but he’s fine with that, as long as you were with him in some way he would be happy.

#lav.posts♡ #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #hq x you #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa issei #hq matsukawa #hq mattsun #matsukawa #matsukawa oneshot #matsukawa scenarios #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa drabble #matsukawa imagines #matsukawa x y/n #haikyuu matsukawa

[osamusriceballs]

Sweet Treats with Seijoh

Oikawa x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader, Makki x Reader, Mattsun x Reader

Words: ~1,2 k

Warnings: None

A/n: sry, I only did the 3rd years >.< I'll do the other’s next year on Valentine's Day, hehe! <3

Sweet Treats with Inarizaki

Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa

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Oikawa:

The only thing keeping you steady is Oikawa's warm hand and his encouraging words while you both skate your very first round through the empty hall.

"You're doing so good, my darling. You look so cute when you're concentrated." He squeezes your hand, and you wonder once again how your boyfriend could be blessed with so many talents AND extraordinary good looks. Oikawa Tooru, who easily convinced you to go ice skating with him on Valentine‘s Day together, and it should be unfair how effortlessly good-looking he is on the ice.

He surely knows well how to skate well, his stance secure and steady, and he even manages to give you a feeling of security besides your wobbly legs.

"I can't believe you actually rented this whole hall." You gesture to the empty place with your free hand, briefly looking at the big screen of advertisement that is now displaying both of your names and a few hearts much to your surprise. The cheesy picture makes your heart swell with sudden affection for the brunette setter besides you.

"I just asked if they could give us two hours after their closing time. Iwa-chan pulled a few strings for me, his connections are no joke." He chuckles and shakes his head- but you suddenly lose focus when you try to respond and stumble, and Oikawa reacts immediately, his body almost moving on autopilot.

He whisks you into his arms and holds you steady in a matter of seconds- and you forget how to breathe for a moment when you feel his arms caging you and holding you close to him. Oikawa is staring right into your eyes, his confident smile turning into a serious, yet soft expression when he focuses on you and only you- and you can also not help yourself but getting lost in him. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much, it hurts sometimes." He whispers, his brown eyes closing for a short second as if he needs to calm himself down, and there is a vulnerability in his features that makes your body react instantly. You wrap your arms around him and bring one of your hands to cup his cheek. You look into his eyes, hoping to convey that you feel the same for him- that he is your everything, that he is the one you wholeheartedly love with your whole existence.

"I love you too, Tooru. You're my everything." And that's when he smiles genuinely, a smile that is only reserved for you, and leans down until his warm lips meet yours in a loving kiss.

Iwaizumi:

"I know I've been busy with the upcoming season lately, but I wanted to make sure to make up for that tonight.“

He opens the door and holds it open for you to enter first- Iwaizumi is the perfect gentleman without even trying, it seems like he is made of perfect boyfriend material with every single cell of his handsome body.

"It‘s okay, Hajime. I know the season will be over soon, and then we can go on our vacation.“

You turn towards him, and he smiles softly at you. But before you can lean down and remove your shoes, he suddenly pulls you closer and presses your body against his chest. "Hajime-"

"Just- can we stay like this?"

He rests one hand gently on your lower back and one between your shoulder blades, and you immediately melt into his touch and wrap your arms around his shoulders to deeply inhale his familiar cologne. You feel his chest raise against your cheek with every breath that he takes, his warmth against your body, and his hands, that rub slow circles on your back- and that moment feels so intimate, so, so close, and so full of love -

Iwaizumi slowly begins to move his body in a slow rhythm, and you simply follow his lead. He is slowly dancing with you in the dimly lit floor, just you and him, feeling each other, and listening to each other’s breaths and heartbeats. You can't help but to fall a bit harder for the athletic trainer that easily managed to get into your heart from the very first moment you saw him.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" You hum against his chest, feeling his slow and steady heartbeat against your cheek, and you know that you probably would stay like this forever if you could- just in his arms, right where you belong-

“I love you. Forever.“

“I love you too, Hajime. Forever.“

Makki:

It's not hard to spot your boyfriend in the middle of the crowd- he is the one with the biggest bouquet of roses you have ever seen in your whole live. The beautiful arrangement of flowers is big enough to draw attention from all over the place, everyone probably wondering if he has gone insane- but you know that it's just such a Makki thing to do.

"Y/n! I'm here, my angel!"

Before you two started dating, you had absolutely no idea that he could actually be so cute and romantic, only knowing his easygoing and lighthearted side- but he never fails to fluster and surprise you every single day.

"I can't believe you got these for me." Your eyes widen when you look at the bouquet from up close- it seems even more gigantic than from afar.

"Only the best for my gem." He smiles and cups your cheek gently with one hand to press a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. "I've got so many plans for today. I will spoil you and make sure you'll never forget this day- it's our first Valentine's Day together, and I want to make sure you know that I will always put effort in our relationship, even though I seem a bit unsteady sometimes." He wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer, the huge bouquet still in his other hand. You're glad that you're not standing in the middle of the way, and that the people passing you are not looking at you anymore, because you know that you look absolutely flustered after his sudden outburst.

"You know that you don't need to do all of this. Just spending time with you is enough for me."

"I know. But I wanted to do it. For you, for me. For us."

He seems so serious, and you can't help but to smile fondly at his expression. He looses his tension when he sees your happy smile, and you quickly interlace your fingers with his.

"Let's go. I'm all yours today."

"I'll make sure to cherish you to make you mine forever." He mumbles, his cheeks turning pink at the sudden thought of marrying you once day.

"Did you say something?" You glance at him and shortly catch the sight of his reddned face but he is quick to divert your attention to something else.

"Nothing to worry about. Let's go!"

Mattsun:

"I'm home! Please don't be mad!"

The second he turns around after closing the door, he is already facing your pouting face, and he guiltily scratches the back of his head.

"I got stalled at work- but I promise I'll be quick, we will make it in time, just trust me, babe."

"Hurry then, our reservation is in an hour, and we need to drive there for at least half an hour."

You urge him to go to the bedroom to change his clothes, but he finally seems to realize that you're already wearing your pretty dress and lipstick, with your favorite necklace that he gifted you on your first anniversary on your neck- and he freezes for a second.

Mattsukawa takes a few moments to look at you from head to toe- and he is instantly convinced that no one has ever looked as beautiful as you do now.

"What? Issei, I swear to god, if we're late and they cancel our reservation, then you'll be in trouble-"

"No, babe. You just look so beautiful right now." His mumbled words heat up your cheeks, and the intensity of his gaze makes you speechless for a few seconds.

"Oh." He steps closer to you and carefully places his hands on your hips before he leans down to look at your eyes. "So beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you." His lips slowly meet your cheek- "So smart and witty." His lips meet your other cheek. "Kind and caring." His lips meet your forehead "Strong and-" his lips hover over yours, and you feel like hyperventilating- he still has that effect on you. "Only mine." It only takes him a small tilt of his head to connect your lips, and you instantly reciprocate the kiss, much to his delight.

The sweet moment is interrupted when your phone rings- and you pull back with slight panic in your face.

"Issei- stop, get dressed already!"

He smiles at your words and playfully salutes.

“Yes, Mrs. Mattsukawa!“

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #makki x reader #mattsun x reader #seijoh x reader #oikawa #iwaizumi #mattsun #makki #WELL #I'm a bit late #I planned to post this in February #but well #belated Valentine's Day #I also had a scenario with Makki in mind #where he forgets Valentine's Day #and tries to make up for it #I might use that for another character #ANYWAYS #Sending lots of love to you all <3 #sleep well and stay healthy and hydrated <3 #I'll try to post new stuff soon! #I also wanted to change my profile and aesthetic soon!! <3 #I should be busy with my internship and my two papers and work #but weeeell #not feeling guilty Hahahah

[admiringlove]

[16:53] . . .

fuck, fuck, fuck.

mattsukawa hates hanamaki with everything in his being at this moment. he should have never trusted him with the information in the first place, but he did anyway. he could strangle makki right about now. if murder was legal, he'd be punching his own childhood friend to death.

last week, when he went out drinking late, mattsukawa issei told his best friend that he was irrevocably in love with you. that he had loved you ever since senior year of high school, and you were the reason why all his relationships kept failing.

"dude, what the fuck?" hiro had asked, putting his drink down, "you're telling me that you've been in love with them all this time and that's why your relationships don't work out? what about nami? i thought you genuinely liked her."

"there's a difference between like and love, you know," issei had replied, sipping his beer. he now wishes he hadn't. because after he entrusted that information to hiro—that scheming conniving absolute rat bastard had gone and told you everything. every single thing mattsukawa had said in drunken stupor but also in complete confidence was revealed to you.

you, his other best friend that couldn't make it to the bar that night because of some emergency at work. you, the best friend that he's been in love with for the last five years, and hasn't said a word about it because of how scared his own feelings make him.

he saw you just now. and you spotted him too. he was at the mall, and coincidentally, there you were. with makki by your side.

god, how issei wanted to punch that idiot. he could see hanamaki's lips turn into a smirk as he pointed him out to you. and you waved, smiling.

now, what could poor old issei do? the only thing that came into his mind was to run. and so that's what he did. he turned, and he kept walking. he didn't stop until he's in the parking lot, unlocking his car and forgetting about the shoes he wanted to buy today. he's opening the door as he hears your voice, "issei, wait!"

he doesn't want to listen. he really doesn't. but his stupid heart stops him from getting in his car and driving away. his heart stops him from cutting you out of his life entirely, and he's way too scared of what's about to happen.

you walk faster. and faster. and faster, until you're basically running. as soon as you reach him, you're jumping into his arms. wrapping yourself around his torso, as you bury your face into his shirt, you mumble, "i missed you, dumbass."

he chuckles lightly, because that's all he can muster right now. his leather jacket feels heavy on him all of a sudden, and unexpectedly, there's dark splotches of tears where your face had been moments ago. you're looking up at him now, and he can see the stains on his own shirt.

"you're... crying," he says, "what happened? are you okay?"

"are you?" you raise an eyebrow up at him. you pull yourself away from him, before shoving him, "what gave you the right to ignore me, huh?"

"hey, slow down-"

you shove him again. and again. and you continue pushing at his chest, "do you know how worried i was? do you have no concern for people that love you? for people that care about you more than anything else in the world? huh? are you that stupid? you idiot, do you know how scared i was that i had done something wrong?"

"wait, slow down for a second-"

"you hate hiro right now, but do you even know why he told me?" you slow down now, looking down at your shoes, "i've liked you since freshman year, a-and hiro was the only person that knew. well, oikawa found out after senior year ended but then he left the country so i wasn't really worried that he'd tell someone—pfft, like anyone would believe that idiot, anyway. but the point is, i like you. wait no, i love you. i really, really, love you. and, yeah. that's it."

mattsukawa blinks slowly, as if processing the information like an old machine from the seventies. you look up now, your eyes slightly glossy. your voice croaks as you point back with your thumb, "y'know what, i'm gonna head back now- mmph!"

issei does it. he kisses you. he cups your cheek, dips his head and kisses you with so much passion that he feels like he's grown wings. he feels like he's going to fly around; all the excitement, all the pining has led to this moment and he's never felt this way before. kissing someone had always felt like a chore to him—until today. your lips taste different, almost dreamlike. he can taste the coconut lipbalm you use. he smiles into the kiss as his back hits his car, and he pulls you in tightly.

"holy shit, i've been waiting to do that for five years," he grins, pulling away. you smirk at him, "i win. seven years."

"are you sure you didn't lose? loving me longer means you lost, you're a simp," he says, sarcasm laced with his tone.

you're about to reply with your own snarky comment, but just then, the two of you are interrupted by a familiar voice, "oh my god, it worked!"

takahiro stands at the parking lot entrance, his hands up in excitement as he first bumps the air. he whoops, before yelling, "i finally don't have to listen to the two of you simp for each other anymore!"

issei looks back at you, meeting your gaze, "you think he still deserves to be beat up?"

"i mean," you grin like the cheshire cat, "why not?"

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Butterfly Bonds

Pairing : Matsukawa Issei x Reader Note : Another rewrite from one of my old fics, but I add more to it! You can find the old version here. I don't exactly do any major changes but more of the way I write it!

"What's in your hands, sweetheart?" Matsukawa asked as you set down the packages you received from the mailman today. "Oh, just a bunch of stuff I bought online. Care to help me out?" you grinned. Being addicted to online shopping, you couldn't resist buying not only for yourself but also for Issei.

Issei sighed at your little addiction but still walked over to grab a pen knife from the drawer. You settled all your packages on the floor and started organizing which ones to open first.

"You're going for the big ones first?" he asked. "Mhm! Just be careful with this one; it's really fragile." Today's mail contained six packages, and one of them was a gift for Issei.

The first package was a glass water jug dispenser. You wanted to spruce up your apartment by changing some furniture and making it look prettier and cleaner. After Matsukawa managed to open all the cardboards and bubble wrap, he carefully pulled out the dispenser along with a plastic bag containing its accessories.

"There should be a stand for the dispenser… Ah! It's stuck in the box," you said, flipping the box to the other side to try opening it, but it wouldn't budge. As you attempted to open one end, Matsukawa suddenly noticed, "Wait, Y/N—" but it was too late. You cut your finger on the cardboard.

It was a somewhat deep cut, and it started bleeding. "Ah, shit! Hold on, let me get you some bandages," Matsukawa said, rushing to a drawer and returning with a first aid kit. "Here, show me your finger," he said, gently taking your hand and examining the cut.

"Seii, it stings," you whined as Matsukawa carefully wrapped the bandage around your finger. Once it was done, he set aside the first aid kit and the troublesome box. "We'll come back to that later. I'll open the other packages for you."

So you sat there, watching Matsukawa open the packages one by one. There was a mug, a figurine, jewelry, and some books. There was one tiny package left, and you decided to open it yourself.

Meanwhile, Matsukawa cleaned up the mess you both made and disposed of all the packaging supplies. You pulled out two matching silver rings, one with a butterfly on top and the other a ring band with a hole shaped like a butterfly.

"That looks pretty, baby," Issei commented as he returned from cleaning up. "This one's for you, so we can match!" you grinned, holding out one of the rings. Issei smiled back at you and put the ring on his finger. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, kissing your temple.

As you both sat there, admiring the matching rings on your fingers, a mischievous glint appeared in Matsukawa's eyes. He leaned closer to you, whispering, "You know, there's one more surprise I have for you." Curiosity piqued, you tilted your head, urging him to continue.

Matsukawa reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. With a playful smile, he opened it, revealing a delicate necklace adorned with a silver butterfly pendant. Your eyes widened in delight, and Issei's grin mirrored yours.

"For the butterfly who brings light and joy to my life," Matsukawa said softly, placing the necklace around your neck. You could feel the weight of the pendant against your chest, and it served as a constant reminder of Matsukawa's love and thoughtfulness.

Touched by his gesture, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love. The two of you shared a moment, basking in the warmth of your connection and the joy that radiated between you.

As the evening continued, you all settled down on the couch, snuggled up together. Matsukawa had brought out a fluffy blanket, and wrapped it around the two of you, creating a cozy nest. With contented smiles on your faces, you began to discuss future plans and dream about the adventures that lay ahead.

The room was filled with laughter, whispers, and the soothing sound of each other's heartbeat. In that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges life threw your way, as long as you had each other, you could conquer anything.

And so, in the warmth of that embrace, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring new joys, new surprises, and a love that would continue to blossom like butterflies taking flight in the summer breeze.

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[kuroosdarling]

The Kitchen Sink

♡‧₊˚ mattsun x reader

‎♡‧₊˚ wc: 1.9k

‎♡‧₊˚ cw: domestic fluff with mattsun that takes place after an argument

a/n: honestly i wrote this out without a specific character in mind. but once i reread it, mattsun just felt right hehe. thank you @myheroesaretired for making the beautiful banner! also.. @mattsunkawa come get ur mans <333

Your mother always told you that there was always beauty to be found in even the simplest moments. Right when you feel like the world is getting too heavy is often the time to take a step back, to focus on the here and now, to be mindful of your surroundings and pull your head out of your thoughts. One way she always got you to do this was to wash the dishes with her. 

It was often a time of reflection, soothed by fresh-scented soap and warm water. Scrubbing and washing away the things that once served you. Ever since then, you’d think back on that moment with her. The two of you scrubbing away at the dishes in the sink, opening a world of conversation that could only be drawn from the softness of the suds and the atmosphere of the kitchen sink.

The process itself was calming. It was routine and something you could always count on. Something dependable in a chaotic world that always caught you before you could spiral down too far in your thoughts. 

It always started off with clearing the table and putting everything on the counter next to the sink. Stacking up the plates with a careful hand, making sure that everything had been previously scrapped off. Then the water would come next, warming it up to the perfect temperature. It's then when you lose your stream of thought, focusing on the sensation and bringing yourself to stand firmly in the present. You grab your sponge and lather it up with the dish soap, enjoying the suds that started to take up its space in the sink.

A large hand lightly touches your shoulder, dragging their fingers lightly along your upper back before caressing the opposite shoulder. A gesture that held so much emotion without needing to utter a word. Something that you had grown used to after all these years.

“Need some help?” His voice was lower than normal, more slower than soft but low nonetheless. As you pull your fixated gaze off the water, you look up at him. His dark eyes peer down at yours before looking down at the sink, suddenly nervous under your gaze. His hair looked a little messier than usual and his cheeks were slightly tinged pink. 

“Issei-” you smile softly. The two of you would do this some nights. When your minds were quiet after a heated argument that happened over dinner. “That'd be great.”

The argument itself didn’t matter, at least not in the way you guys made it seem. It was petty, covering up the real root of the problem. It took some digging and shifting to finally get there, but you got there together. The things that were said needed to be said, but probably should’ve been said in a more constructive way. Everything had come out a little more harsher than it should’ve. It was hard not to feel the guilt pulling at both of your heartstrings.

No words needed to be said yet as you start with one of the dishes. Gliding your sponge over the murky pan, a dark color running through the water before swirling down the drain and out of sight. 

Once it’s clean to your liking, you pass it over to him. His fingers don’t hesitate to brush over yours. Years of marriage made it an involuntary pull of gravity; the two of you always needing to touch one another somehow. It was engraved at the very bottom of your hearts and always tucked away in the back of your minds. Something as simple as a petty argument could never dare to break this connection. He smiled back down at you with the same level of softness as if he had the same exact thought as you. 

Maybe even the way you thought was the same. So many shared experiences evolved your brains, bringing your lenses of life closer and closer, but still remaining entirely their own. Maybe that happened eventually after spending so much time with someone.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked, the towel in his hand drying up all the lingering water droplets that still laid itself on the pan. Once it was dry, he passed it over to the side, placing it in the small rack on the side of the sink and leaving it to do what it needed to do.

“Yes.” you say, picking up another dish, a plate this time. As your sponge works against the stains on the plate, you open your mouth back up. “I’d like to do it before our show starts.”

“I agree.” A lilt in his voice carried itself into your heart, the small reassurance warming it up in a way only he knew how to do. He let out a low sigh before speaking again. “I'm sorry for what I said earlier. You’re right, we’ve just been on a short fuse lately because we haven’t had our quality time in awhile.”

You pass him over the plate, mulling over the words mindfully. It’s something you had brought up during the fight. The two of you had been working a lot with conflicting schedules. It was so bad that last week you weren’t able to watch your favorite show together. 

“No, I'm sorry. I should've heard you out more instead of getting defensive.” You sigh, working on your next dish as he finishes up his. “I've really missed you. Everything has felt so distant lately with you and I just want to be close again.”

“I’ve really missed you too.” he said softly, reaching over to take the dish from you. You both held onto it for a moment, looking right at each other. Some part of you didn’t want to let go. Wanting to savor his attention on you for even just a second longer. But you let go, still feeling somewhat self-conscious over the whole ordeal. “We’ll be closer again, I don’t plan on ever letting you go. I know that work has been hard lately and we’ve had to spend more time apart than we’d like to, but I think now that we’ve talked about it, we can change it and make it better.”

Silence cut through the air for a moment, the only sound that made its presence known was the running tap. As you absent-mindedly scrub the dish for too long, you go over each word he said in your mind. It was true, work had been piled onto you lately. The two of you were so busy that you hadn’t even had a chance to talk about it until tonight. Even then, it was brought on by an argument that should’ve never happened. But you were starting to think it was a good thing it did.

“I don’t want to let go of you either. We’ll have to sort out work and try to find our balance again. It’s us, so I know we can.” you pass the plate and smile at him, the light shining in your eyes. He couldn’t help but return it, the glow you radiated always infected him, swirling around him before coating his heart in something he could never fully describe; all he could feel was its warmth. And that was more than enough for him.

The water starts to run a little cooler so you go to reach the tap. He must’ve had the same idea as he reaches over, coming into contact with your hand. The sudden touch catches you both off guard, jumping back before meeting each other’s eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.

He quickly stuck his tongue against his cheek, a habit he held when he was trying hard to hold in the laugh that threatened to escape him. A strained noise came about before the two of you erupt into a fit of giggles. The sound echoes around the kitchen, wrapping itself around the two of you in a warm embrace.

“Sorry.” he manages to let out, his eyes shining in the most beautiful light. You knew yours reflected his as you felt the balance restore itself.  You could never stay mad at each other for long, especially over something like this. The two of you were angry and fighting over the fact that you missed each other.

“Ridiculous.” you giggle. The noise shot through him, something he treasured so closely to his heart and planned on locking it in there tightly. Your happiness meant the world to him and if he could make you happy, then he’d never stop trying. “We’re ridiculous.”

“What makes you say that?” he teased, regaining some semblance of control over his laughter, although his smile was twisted into something that was just asking to let loose another round of giggles. “The fact that we argued over who missed who more? or that we were giggling in the kitchen about it.”

“Both.” The two of you let your laughter consume the moment again. It was times like these that made you thankful for someone like him. Someone who was just as ridiculous as you, and more importantly, just as in love. “Definitely both.”

He quickly turns off the sink and wipes his hands off. Before you could object that you still had dishes to do, he caresses your cheek. He finger delicately wipes the stray tear that fell from your eye. The tear that was formed with so many different emotions, the last one holding so much happiness over the fact that the two of you were alright. You’d always be alright as long as you had each other. All words escape you as he drew you in closer to him.

“I'm so in love with you.” He murmurs, pulling you closer to brush his lips against yours. You smile into the kiss before speaking against his lips.

“Right back at you, handsome.” Wrapping your arms around him, melting further into the kiss. You could feel the smile lace his lips as he moves them against yours.

He slowly pulls apart, his eyes still shut as he leans his forehead against yours. Once he took a breath, he opens them and gazes into yours, the look itself holding the softest form of affection. 

“Let's finish this up, yeah? Then we can curl up on the couch together and finally watch our show.” he whispers, not breaking eye contact with you. Nodding slowly, you lean in for one more kiss before the two of you get back to the dishes. “Need to hold you real close, okay?”

“Okay.” You breathe out, somewhat hypnotized by him and his addicting lips. It was always easy to fall back into place with each other. The strained moments never lasted long and it always ended up strengthening your bond. The one that was unbreakable, the one that could stand against anything that was thrown at it. Always wrapping itself in something stronger than the last, forming something so entirely reliable and unshakeable. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Good, because once I get to hold onto you, I’m never letting go again, angel.” He murmurs, stealing a quick kiss against your head, lingering there for just a moment before he reaches over to turn the water back on. “Let’s get to it?”

There’s something to be said in sharing a moment in simplicity. Not many people could draw out that level of vulnerability out of each other like that. But you and him, you just knew each other’s souls so well it had become second nature.

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[poursomesunaonme]

for the promised event, can i ask for matsukawa issei with the song itch? i’m thinking mostly sfw, but i don’t mind if it gets a little suggestive if your inspiration leads you down that road. i’m all for pet names. i love all of them. go ham. you decide on the trope. whatever the song and issei inspire in you <3

also! this event is so cute and i’m very excited to see what you write for it (both my request ofc but also any other incoming requests) AND ALSO! congratulations on the milestone! well deserved. you’re lovely <3

HI MICAAAA ! thank u for ur submission !!! <3

cw: gn reader, idiots to lovers, cameos from oikawa n iwa, smoochin !

"although i'm oversaturated / know i'm earnest too / and i know i'm eager / but i can't fucking wait / for the day that i finally get to kiss you"

“just terrible, mattsun,” oikawa groans as they both lean back against the couch, finishing a match of their video game.

“you fucked us that round,” issei snaps, tossing the controller onto the coffee table.

“you both just suck.” iwa’s already getting up to get another round of refreshments.

“that may be true,” tooru’s eyes glisten.  “but actually i’m thinking of something else.  something that begins with…” he sings the first letter of your name.  mattsun had been talking about how you fell asleep in his bed the night before (yet again) and he still hasn’t admitted how he feels about you.

“what is it?” issei’s ears burn and he cocks an eyebrow, trying to keep up the cool façade.

“nothing, nothing.” tooru waves a hand teasingly, letting his unspoken thought crackle in the air.

iwa comes back with more drinks and passes them out.  “shittykawa’s too much of an asshole to just flat out say it, but just fucking kiss ‘em already.  you’ve already slept in the same bed - and god how do you do that without nothing occuring - so what difference does it make?”

issei’s mouth opens, then closes as he tries for an answer.

“i’ve never seen you this flustered,” tooru giggles, sipping his drink pointedly.

iwa’s mouth sets in a hard line.  “you just gotta go for it, man.  at this point, it wouldn’t be a mistake if you’re that close.”  he sighs, his hands on his hips.  “but it’ll just get weirder the more you drag it out.  if they’re not gonna make the move, you just gotta do it.  the rest will work itself out.”

tooru’s screen lights up and he types something, then puts it down.

“problem solved. they’re on their way.”

“what-” issei stands up, nearly knocking over the whole table.  his heart begins to pound - he can hear it in his ears.  “you can’t - you can’t just-”

“well, i did!” tooru grins, tugging on iwa’s sleeve.  “they’ll be here in a few.  we’ll give you some privacy.”

they dash out in haste with iwa slapping the back of tooru’s head, leaving mattsun to his own devices while he paces around their shared apartment.  after a few seconds of freaking out, he takes a deep breath.  he brushes his teeth.  he dabs on a bit of cologne.  he slaps his cheeks a few times.  your knock sounds out through the apartment.

“hi,” you breathe when he opens the door.  you peer inside, slightly confused at the strange silence within the apartment.  oikawa had texted you to come hang out, and usually he’s calling out to you when you get there.  and then you see mattsun’s demeanor.  he looks nervous.  his cheeks are flushed.  his lips are slightly parted.  there’s a bit of a sheen of skin on his forehead.

“are you-”

he immediately cuts you off, pressing his mouth against yours.  it’s swift but sweet and he pulls back quickly.  you immediately feel heat rushing into your cheeks as you stare at him, unable to say anything else.  it was an embarrassingly long amount of time you’d spent together, an embarrassingly long amount of time you knew you’d liked him but weren’t sure how to communicate it, an emarrassingly long amount of time you’d spent wanting to kiss him, even if it was just a peck goodnight before you passed out in his bed like clockwork.

“i-”

he effectively cuts you off again, tongue gliding over your bottom lip just to taste the strawberry lip gloss you applied just in case it would finally happen (it had been months and you’d gone through multiple sticks of it).  his breath is heavy through his nose as he breathes, then pulls back.

“listen—sorry it took so long, but... just shut up and kiss me."

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