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#matsukawa issei fluff
rintaroll · 8 months
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❝ INSIDE THE LINES. ❞
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— during matsukawa's time babysitting your niece, more than a couple realizations occur to you.
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⊱┊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)
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© RINTAROLL
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"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.
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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'.
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kyopmi · 2 years
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♡ — "now we're holding hands as not quite friends, but not quite lovers"
cw — mention of alcohol
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it is uncharacteristically quiet between you and matsukawa issei as you walk next to him under the darkness of the night sky.
it’s past midnight, so the streets are empty save for the parked, unmoving cars every few metres or so, illuminated by the streetlights lined up on the edge of the sidewalk and the light from several windows on either side of the street. it’s quiet, too; the only audible noise being each other’s familiar footsteps — issei’s are slightly dragged, the soles of his shoes scraping against the pavement at the end of every step, while yours are a softer thudding that manage to fall in sync with his.
you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this silent with issei. no, not just silent — awkward. there’s an air of unspoken tension hanging between the two of you. it’s not a discomfort that makes either of you want to turn tail and flee, but it’s present enough to produce an unwelcome restlessness in your chest.
maybe we’ve just run out of things to say, you try to rationalize, we just spent the whole night together with the rest of our friends, after all. but no matter how many times you repeat it in your head, you can’t bring yourself to believe it. you find it ridiculous — it’s matsukawa issei you’re talking about.
matsukawa issei, who you’ve known for years because he lived two houses down from you and you used to take the same train together to school every morning.
matsukawa issei, who has managed to rope you into the most comical shenanigans with his volleyball buddies more times than you can count.
matsukawa issei, who always has a witty remark to throw into a conversation that makes laughter bubble from your chest.
matsukawa issei, who you regularly stay up with until the sun rises, whether you’re talking over the phone or in person, to confide your worries in each other.
matsukawa issei, who buys you rice porridge whenever you get sick, despite your repeatedly expressed distaste towards the dish, and won’t leave until you finish the entire bowl.
matsukawa issei, who, like tonight, never fails to walk you home whenever your outings get too late, even though you’re no longer neighbours and his house is in the opposite direction.
matsukawa issei, who you shared a kiss too ardent to blame on the alcohol with when you were visiting his apartment the previous week.
matsukawa issei, whose knuckles are lightly brushing against the back of your hand as you’re walking wordlessly with each other at this very moment.
your breath catches in your throat and you try in vain to calm your racing heart whenever your skin comes in contact with his. you nervously swallow, stealing a quick glance at the almost nonexistent space in between the two of you, not quite sure what to do or if you should do anything at all.
the next time your hands touch, it’s a little closer, a little braver, a little longer, as issei’s pinky lingers and eventually — finally, curls around your own. you reciprocate his hold, firm yet delicate at the same time, effectively linking your fingers with each other’s.
at this point, there’s no mantra you can recite and no amount of deep breaths you can regulate to stop your heart from beating a mile a minute. you dare yourself to look at the man next to you again, this time at his face, only to find his head tilted just the smallest degree away from you. it’s dim, but you don’t miss the faintest upward curl on the edge of his lips and a light red blush settling on the tips of his ear.
you can’t say you’re doing a better job at hiding your fluster. just like him, you’re barely fighting back a smile and feeling the warmth climb up the base of your neck to the apples of your cheeks. and when issei playfully swings your hands together back and forth, an amused giggle escapes you which, in turn, makes him chuckle and his smile grow wider.
it is uncharacteristically quiet between you and matsukawa issei — but no words need to be exchanged when the two of you let go of your pinkies and his warm hand fully envelopes your smaller one instead, securely holding onto one another while you continue to walk without missing a beat.
and the both of you know for sure now, drunken kiss or no drunken kiss, you’re not quite just friends anymore.
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my fav just dropped a new song today so yk i had to write something about it. if you want to check it out, the song is Before by NIKI! it’s actually a sad song but i picked out this one fluffy lyric for this drabble :,) tempted to write something that’s actually based on the entire song, though
and thank you isa @icedhoneyy for the character suggestions! when you wrote “mattsun (!!)” my brain reciprocated the (!!) too
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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years
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Matsukawa Issei || “he’s cute.”
tags : just hs crush fluff, she/her pronouns, female reader
a/n: its concerning how im active again in haikyuu, fandom and writing fluff because i want to (65 followers omg… tysm! Im flustered because you guys🥹🫶)—i cant find a manga panel of matsukawa issei and hMp, realistically speaking if any of the hq characters were real, i’ll have a crush on him and sakusa. anyways, hope u enjoy my silly little one shot because of my silly little scenarios running in my silly little mind likes and reblogs are super appreciated!!
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The first time (Name) really had a crush on someone was back then on kindergarten, she couldn’t remember the boy who gave her small flowers every recess anymore.
The second time was when she was in first year of highschool, her third year senior who was a captain of the soccerclub but alas, he had a girlfriend after he graduated, leaving (Name) all pouty and muttering in her class when girls flocked to her sides, showing her a post between the former soccer captain and his pretty girlfriend. “hmp, i’m never having crush again.” Was she said when they teased her for not acting fast.
The third time however…
Her cousin, Iwaizumi Hajime, made sure his words get into her head, drilling them and make sure it’ll never slip out of her mind that she’s not going to visit him in his practice match because Oikawa and her would be an unstoppable annoying duo but (Name) honestly didn’t care and claims to be “the fun cousin” as she prepares herself to hurl herself if she saw her favorite cousin in the practice match.
It was a practice match between Karasuno, her school and Aoba Johsai, her cousin’s school today and (Name) couldn’t miss up the opportunity to see her cousin on action again, after all, her school volleyball club didn’t put up much of a fight anymore but seeing two promising players this year, she was immediately hooked. Also, it’s been a long time since she saw Iwaizumi played and by the talk of her classmates, he’s popular along with Oikawa that makes her proud.
But confidence wasn’t on her side today, standing in front of the unfamiliar school gates with a wince, she grip the strap of her bag and anxiety was filling her up. (Name) could have joined Kiyoko, knowing they’re good close friends but by the looks of it, the manager of the crows is busy, didn’t had the heart to disturb her classmate because she wanted to annoy her cousin for good old times.
She’s shy. Even with the happy exterior, (Name) is absolutely a shy school girl when she’s by herself.
Placing both of her hands in her cheeks, she gives a few soft pats, encouraging herself to walk forward. She could do this, she will not get lost, she’s the fun cousin—
Her eyes suddenly landed on two tall third years, walking together at school and by the look of their uniform, they’re from the volleyball club! Must be Iwaizumi’s teammates! Forget her shyness! Surprising her favorite cousin is her priority! With that, she finds herself walking toward them, placing a practice friendly smile on her lips. “Excuse me!”
Oh My God.
Stopping in front of the two men towering over her figure, she looks up to dark haired who’s looking at her with eyebrows raised in question, his dark eyes looking at her carefully. Unconsciously, she grasp the strap of her bag as she looks at this man features and her mind went blank for a moment because:
“Holy shit, he’s cute.” She thought, (Name) forgot about what she’s going to say but when he tilts his head to the side, waiting for her to speak up, (Name) cleared her throat, fighting the oncoming heat threatening to spread across her cheeks. “I— I, can you please point me the way to the practice match…” giving herself a pat on the back to complete a sentence but mentally slapping herself because she sounded rude and quiet.
Matsukawa heard her, loud and clear, but he’s not going to act blind when he can see the red tinge by the tip of her ears, Hanamaki noticed it too and he shot his bestfriend a knowing look when it’s obvious Matsukawa finds her cute because her confidence earlier was now melting to a shy one and from the way he’s holding back a grin.
Matsukawa Issei heard her but he’s going to prolong their conversation with this cute girl, he’ll make sure he’ll make her remember this time.
(Name) couldn’t handle the blush spreading her cheeks anymore when the tall dark haired attractive volleyball player leaned down slightly to get a better hearing of her words, (his perfume hits her nose, he smelled really good too, can’t this guy have one flaw?) and hummed as if asking her to repeat again— making words lotched up on her throat and screaming at herself to focus, this is very first time (Name) was ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment.
“Sorry for disturbing you, but I was wondering if you could point the direction of the gym for me? I’m here to visit my cousin.” (Name) said, this time with more confidence, acting as if him leaning down didn’t make her flustered and voice higher than usual, her fingers now playing at the zipper of her bag that goes noticed to the two third years. Hanamaki was eyeing her hands with a teasing smile (making her more embarrassed, was she that obvious?) while Matsukawa fought a grin breaking when she struggled to keep eye contact.
Cute, the tall middle blocker thought.
“Ah,” he stood back in full height, flashing her a smile before pointing the gym not far from them. “Right there, are you going to watch the practice match?” Matsukawa was lowkey hoping she’ll say yes and cheer for (him) his team.
Tall, handsome and his voice is deep too.
This is exactly (Name)’s type—
Before she could answer him, she saw Iwaizumi storming up behind, eyes narrowing at Matsukawa’s head before landing at her, making her wave her hand at him.
She actually forgot she came here for Iwaizumi.
(Name) didn’t get a chance to greet him her cousin who landed his palm of Matsukawa’s back, making him wince at the contact and pouted to see his vice-captain throwing a glare at the both of them.
“Don’t make my cousin uncomfortable—“ she wasn’t though. “—and start warming up, we’re about to start and you, come with me.” With that he grabbed her arm, making the girl yelp in surprise before throwing a quick thanks at Matsukawa’s direction but avoiding his gaze when he finally lets out a grin, making him more ten times attractive.
Out of earshot, (Name) looks at the grumbling Iwaizumi and smiled, the blush was still present on her cheeks. “Bro, your teammate is a total cutie. What’s his name?“ To which Iwaizumi only rolled his eyes, he can’t find his confidence to tell her that his teammate was her first crush back in kindergarten who she keeps telling young Iwaizumi she’s gonna get married and he’s invited when she shows the flowers Matsukawa gave her.
“Hey, isn’t that the girl you had a crush on kindergarten, giving her flowers and corny things like that?” Hanamaki grinned when Matsukawa rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
“Yeah and for your information, I still have a crush on her, i’m going to ask for her number later.”
Yep, Matsukawa Issei will make sure (Name) hold onto the promise they both shared when they were in kindergarten because even though it sounds corny, he’s still head over heels for (Name) only.
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strwbrryeyes · 3 months
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𖦹°。⋆ matsukawa as a best friend
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⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, him and makki being weird, slight angst at end, lmk if i missed anything
⟡ a/n: ok im locked in now i swear im back to posting regularly. anyway, idk how to feel about this one </3 sorry if it sucks
⟡ best friend series: hanamaki, iwaizumi, oikawa, || masterlist
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best friend matsukawa who you've known since you were 10 after you pushed him off the swings when you were at the park.
best friend matsukawa who then pushed you off as payback.
best friend matsukawa who you got closer to when your moms both saw this happening and made you apologize to each other.
best friend matsukawa who along with you, totally forgot aout the incident and just played for the rest of the afternoon together.
best friend matsukawa who you now saw every weekend up until middle school when you guys were able to go to the same school, now you saw each other everyday.
best friend matsukawa who left you for makki your third year of middle school </3 jk you guys welcomed him into your little circle and became menaces together.
best friend matsukawa who made fun of you for drooling over oikawa when you met him (you were a fangirl for a solid week before something inevitably gave you the ick).
best friend matsukawa who always stole your juice boxes during lunch saying that you were too old for them (he just wanted it for himself).
best friend matsukawa who had you officiate his and makki's "wedding" in the middle of practice just to annoy iwaizumi and the coach.
best friend matsukawa who in your second year of high school got more chill because he and makki had to 'act like men to get girls'. you thought they were full of shit.
best friend matsukawa who realized his feelings for you when he got into his first relationship because he would constantly talk about you which caused his partner to break up with him.
best friend matsukawa who ignored it for now and blamed his failed relationships on him being too cool for the other people (makki knew but never said anything).
best friend matsukawa who in your third year of high school insisted you, him, and makki were the bestest of friends to the yearbook committee because he wanted the superlative.
best friend matsukawa who when he found out you three got the superlative, submitted the most embarrassing group picture where you were mid sneeze, makki was in the middle of a sentence, and of course, where mattsu looked perfect. you both chased after him.
best friend matsukawa who you went to college with after he begged you to go to the same one as him because 'who else would ruffle his hair every morning to get the perfect bedhead look'?
best friend matsukawa who spent a lot of time in your dorm since you didn't have a roommate and because his roommate was lame and boring.
best friend matsukawa who didn't let you out of his sight at any parties you went to because even though he knew you were capable of taking care of yourself, he still didn't trust other people.
best friend matsukawa who you got mad at because he was being too overprotective so you ditched him and went back to your dorm.
best friend matsukawa who showed up at your door the next morning with a bouquet of flowers and your favorite kind of juice and handed you a letter before walking away.
best friend matsukawa who wrote out all his feelings in said letter. 'sorry i'm too overbearing, i just don't want you getting hurt or lost or anything. i love you please forgive me.'
best friend matsukawa who you hunted down and found at a park sitting on a bench.
best friend matsukawa who wasn't phased when you said his apology was lamefwhen you finally stood in front of him but was shocked when you immediately kissed him after.
best friend matsukawa who asked what you were now which caused you to make fun of him because that was such a middle school question. but you told him that you wanted him to be your boyfriend and he happily agreed.
best friend matsukawa who is now boyfriend mattsun who called makki after you two became official and said that he'd "send the divorce papers" by mail to him.
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loveephia · 1 year
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:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! you as aoba johsai's beautiful manager . . .
`· . ꔫ . . . inarizaki ver. | nekoma ver.
+ shiratorizawa ver. | fukurodani ver.
⚠ warning/s: none.
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-🧍‍♀️
- you signed up because iwaizumi hajime is on the team you needed some team building experience
- and the members were kind to you, of course!!
- maybe maddog didn't like you very much.
- you don't know why, but it's okay.
- you'll grow on him one day!!
- sadly, that day is just not today. 😔
- oikawa thought you were a fan of his
- which is not true
- like.
- at all.
- if anything, you were more of a fan of iwaizumi, but moving on
- word got out that you were their manager, and you SWEAR that oikawa's fangirls are plotting something.
- oikawa treated you the same as he does with every other girl, maybe the occasional flirty statement here & there
- but like
- NO.
- YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS!!!!!
- yahaba tried HIS shot on flirting with you using the good ol' toss-and-run, aka the same thing he tried to do with yachi
- you quickly shut him down by running away, absolutely mortified by the expression on his face.
- NO BC SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS
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- bro's rizz came right outta aot 😭😭😭
- just avoid him like the plague, and you'll be fine
- kunimi is one of the more calmer boys, so you /may/ have unintentionally favored him
- like, you'd refill his water bottle first, you'd fetch his towel first, etc.
- kindaichi gets the job done, but he tends to get lost in his own thoughts
- matsukawa and hanamakki are pretty chill as well,, a joke about oikawa every now and then makes you laugh
- and iwaizumi
- wow, where do you even start
- wou don't know WHY oikawa is the one with a bunch of fans, when his hunk of a best friend is right there
- but it's okay. less competition, am i right lass.
- you do not hide your liking towards iwaizumi.
- "iwaizumi is so cool!" you say with hearts, visibly forming on your eyes
- "are you aware that you're talking to yourself?" kunimi asks with a stoic face
- "very aware."
- iwaizumi messes up his spikes every now and then because he feels you watching him
- YOU'RE JUST. THAT. PRETTY. 😭😭
- he gets all shy whenever you hand him his things because he can see flowers and sparkles all around your face
- "..thanks, y/n."
- "you're welcome, iwa!"
- PARDON??
- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM.
- "o- oh—! sorry for calling you that. i heard oikawa say it, and well.." you sheepishly apologized. you truly didn't mean it. it completely flew over your head that this was just your first day as their manager.
- "no, it's okay. it was cute." iwaizumi puts a halt to his step.
- ok
- wgat ☺️
- so here you two are, a blushing mess, while the third years watch
- "i bet the entire team some ramen that iwaizumi is the first to get married between him and oikawa." hanamaki says.
- "deal." matsukawa accepts
- "you two are so annoying..!" oikawa cries out
- maybe maddog will grow more accustomed to your presence if you'll be iwaizumi's future wife :p
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© lowercase intended | loveephia
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atsumwah · 7 months
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too pretty!
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featuring : matsukawa issei the loml <3
notes : you're jealous your bf is too pretty
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you're aware that your friends are very attractive. 
oikawa's somewhat charming personality easily grabs a girl's attention, iwaizumi's buff figure immediately turns heads whenever he enters a room and makki had this boyish ruggish look that somewhat looks cute to some people. it's normal seeing them being hit on by girls and sometimes it's like a form of entertainment for you.
but your boyfriend on the other hand, now this is new.
you've been together since high school. you've always found issei attractive. he's not a smooth talker like oikawa, but his attentiveness and response when you talk to him makes you feel seen and heard. he doesn't seem as built as iwaizumi at first glance, but underneath those baggy clothes hid something you're glad only you can see and touch. he's not as easy going as makki, but the way he spontaneously shows up at your house at 3 in the morning when you're upset tells you maybe he's easy going when it comes to you. 
so falling in love with him was inevitable because all the things he does with you and only you are attractive. 
but you're not the only one who thinks that anymore. 
see, after your boyfriend figured out his own style that weren't baggy clothes and instead fitted his physique and also found a way to style his usual mess of a bedhead into luscious curls, he suddenly became attractive to everyone around him. 
and it pissed you off. he was always attractive without the sudden change but now its like that's all people see. 
like when you visited oikawa and iwaizumi at the gym and the manager shamelessly flirted with issei the moment you left to greet them. or when you visited makki with him at the cafe he worked at and makki's coworker only paid attention to issei and completely ignored you. or when you were out grocery shopping and left issei for five minutes only to come back to a girl who had the audacity to ask if he was single.
so yeah you're pissed off. and there's only one logical way to fix this.
"what are you doing?" issei asks as you settle down on his lap and ruffle his already done up hair. "baby, i just fixed it."
"i know. i'm ruining it." 
instead of being mad his hair is being messy, he raises an eyebrow instead. "but then we're gonna be late."
"you'll go out like this then." 
he has this amused smile now. "okay, what's up with you?"
"nothing." you said, somewhat proud of your work. "just fixing you up."
"this is the opposite of fixing me up, babe." he took your hands and plants kisses across your palms, then he rests his own hands on your hips. "why are you making me look like i just made out with you? there are other ways to achieve that." 
in another situation you would cave in but you had a mission. "you're too good looking. i'm trynna make you look less good looking."
this time, he laughs. "gee thanks babe. i appreciate the compliment." 
"i'm serious." you pout, though issei just keeps on laughing. "you're too pretty and girls are swooning all over you and you don't even do anything about it."
"whoa what," he stops, eyes locking onto yours. "who's swooning over who now?"
"everyone is all over you. can't you tell?" you huff when you realize his bed head makes him look even more attractive. damn it.
"honestly no." he says simply. "and you're…jealous?"
"i'm not jealous. i'm pissed. there's a difference."
"pretty sure they're the same thing, babe."
you squish his cheeks, framing his face with your hands. "stop being so pretty."
he chuckles and brings his hands up to cover yours. "this is really bothering you, huh?"
"maybe just a tad bit."
"you know i only got eyes on you, right?" he takes your hands off and leans in so you both are nose to nose.
"i've been told so once or twice."
"once or twice?"
"maybe hundreds of times but who's counting."
"and you know im stuck with you forever, right?"
"mhm," you indulge him by wrapping your arms around him, "you better be."
"so there's no reason for you to get all jealous." he says, eyebrows raising up as if an idea popped into his head. "what if you just kiss me if that happens?"
"like stake my claim? what are we, animals?" 
"i mean that's what i've been doing when guys hit on you."
"it is? wait, back up, when has that happened?"
"you're delusional if you think guys don't hit on you."
"they don't!"
"yeah well they don't get the chance to do it properly because my radar is just too good."
"oh my god, you're serious."
"deadass. and lemme tell you, it always works." he says proudly. "i get to turn you into mush and also send a warning to other guys. win-win situation."
"i do not turn to mush."
"really now?" he wiggles his eyebrows. "want a reminder?"
you think you've indulged him quite enough so you flick his forehead instead. he winces. good.
"so you don't mind?" you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. "you don't mind me staking my claim on you next time it happens?
"baby, please, I encourage it." he says, almost too quickly.
you giggle, feeling some sort of satisfaction that your boyfriend is all on board with you staking your claim in front of people. it should make you feel shy or embarrassed but it kind of makes you feel giddy instead. but he doesn't need to know that yet.
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tempted to do a pt2 but it's just me reader making out w issei
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infi8ity · 1 year
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IMAGINE THE DAY OF YOUR WEDDING, your nerves are through the roof and your bridesmaids are trying their very best to calm them. every suggested method-- immediately shut down by a very frustrated and on-the-verge-of-a-mental-breakdown-bride. no amount of breathing exercises, ice packs, glasses of wine, or whatever the fuck helped. 
how could they when nothing was going as planned? the photographer that you had booked months in advance cancelled last minute, on the way inside the building the wedding cake designers’ assistant tripped and dropped the expensive wedding cake your parents paid for, everyone was bombarding you with questions you didn’t have the answer to, the room was hot as balls and for gods sake you couldn’t-
“breathe, y/n. do the exercises we talked about.” your maid of honor says comfortingly to your reflection in the vanity where you perch.
“you look beautiful. everything will work out. just breathe. in and out. out and in.” she squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. for the fifth time, you obey her advice. 
and for the fifth time, it doesn’t work. of course it doesn’t. you knew what, who, you needed— to calm you down. your bridesmaids did too. 
you could feel a lump crawling its way up your throat and place a shaking hand over your belly. has it always been this hot in here? has this dress always felt this tight? you snatch your phone from the vanity dresser. 
4:30 PM
27 MISSED CALLS.
thirty minutes before you were set to walk down the aisle and all 27 from your mother and mother-in-law combined. you stand, a little too quickly one might add-- and the room begins to spin. Hands reach out to grab you.
you shake them off and stumble your way to the door. your bridesmaids stand in unison. the maid of honor inches towards you wearily. 
“y/n. please, it's bad luck if the groom sees his bride before the wedding.”
“and how much bad luck do you think it’d be if the bride jumped from the goddamn balcony?” you hiss, slamming the door in their aghast faces. 
fuck. that was completely unlike you. you’d have to apologize to them later. but now, you needed to see him. your heart began to beat faster. louder. you could feel tears threatening to spill. his number was saved on speed dial and he picked up on the first ring. 
“y/n?” his husky voice thick with concern was like music to your ears.
you clutched your chest tightly. “i need to see you right now please.”
“meet me at the gazebo.” 
he beat you there, of course knowing him he’d probably run there. the slight heaving of his chest and shoulders was of plenty enough indicator. the clack of your heels alerts him of your presence. when he turns, it seems as if the world slows. you don’t think you’d be able to formulate a sentence without choking up. so you two say nothing.
there you two stand, with nothing else in the world mattering but each other. all you can muster is a smile from ear to ear that he reciprocates and the strength to fight back sobs. for a few beats, he cannot find the words that were nearly applicable enough to describe your beauty in this moment. 
and unsurprisingly, it’s him who cries first. 
you break your intensive stare, exclaiming, “don’t cry! fuck! now i’m gonna-,” its as if the ball in your throat bursts. one second you were fighting to keep your composure and the next, well composure be damned. 
his body slammed into yours as he pulled you in a damn near rib shattering hug filled with nothing but love as you wail into his arms. 
“how can i not?” he starts through sniffles. “i’m marrying the woman i’ve loved for damn near a decade and you look-”
“don’t say beautiful,” you choke out.
“divine. alluring. stunning. lovely. radiant. exquisite. shall i go on?” he drawls, without skipping a beat. 
“don’t let me stop you.” you joke, sharing a laugh. and perhaps its the nerves, or the wine and champagne or the fact that your wedding day was going to shit; you couldn’t help but laugh harder. confused, your fiancee laughs at your state. perhaps contagious, you both double over, shaking with laughter. wheezing, together you collapse on the wooden planks until your laughter dies down. 
“what are we doing?” you say through an exhale of breath as you push yourself up against rails of the gazebo. your fiancé follows suit.
“getting married?” he says, serious.
you lightly punch his arm. “well duh. but why all of… this? this isn’t we wanted. or how we wanted it to go. we always talked about something simple and private.” you say, referring to the wedding guests. 
“you’re right, its what our mothers wanted.”
“i don’t even like half of the people in there.”
“at least your mom didn’t invite your primary school bully.”
“she invited all four of them actually.”
“jesus.” he comments, scoffing. 
a beat.
your groom takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “d’you wanna leave?”
you smile. “that’s the best fucking idea i’ve heard all day.” you exclaim. locking eyes with you, you grab his face into your hands and kiss him passionately. a kiss so fervent, you lose your breath. this man before you was your husband. till death do you part. 
“i love you so much.”
“and i love you infinitely.” 
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miyazas · 2 years
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SNEAKING INTO YOUR ROOM — FT.HAIKYUU
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[❤︎] — Suna Rintaro, Miya Atsumu, Issei Matsukawa & Kuroo Tetsuro
Warnings: fem!reader, suggestive, (1) ass slap from Suna
PART 2 | PART 3 | TOKREV VER
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SUNA RINTARO ༢
“Hurry up rin.” You hissed as Suna struggled to fit himself into your window. “Suna Rinataro, my neighbor is going to see you and tell my parents if you don’t hurry up.” Grunting, he finally pulls himself into your room, thumping on the floor. “Rin, stop making so much noise!” You scurry and shut your window. “Yea whatever, c'mere and give me a hug.” holding in a smile you fall to his lap and squeeze him. “Damn baby, squeezing me like I’m your lifetime.” “Shut up Rin, I won’t hesitate to push you out of my window.” You say as you stand up and walk to your bed with Suna following closely behind. Before you can get into bed Suna pushes you face forward and slaps your ass. “Rinnie!” You squeak. “That’s what you get for threatening me, pretty girl, now I want an apology kiss.”
MIYA ATSUMU ༢
Stifling a giggle you pull onto Atsumu’s jacket sleeve as he swings his legs over the window seal. “Don’t yank me baby, gonna make me fall—ya want me to die or somethin’?” Ignoring his teasing tone you jump into his arms as soon as he finds his footing in your room. “Ya miss me hmm?” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and walking you back to the bed. “Missed you s’much tsumu.” You whisper, tightening your legs seeing his muscular waist. Atsumu smiles when he feels you leave light kisses on his neck before gently setting you down on your bed. Whining at the loss of contact, you open your mouth to say something before he falls on top of you. “Tsumu!” You yell before Atsumu squishes your cheeks together and gives you a fat kiss. “missed ya too angel, s’much.”
ISSEI MATSUKAWA ༢
Mattsun hides in your closet trying hard not to make any noise as your mom searches your room. “Mom nobody is in here, you must’ve heard something.” You muttered, sitting at the foot of your bed as your mother looked around your room. After a few more minutes of searching and not finding anything out of the ordinary she gives up, muttering a goodnight. After she shuts the door you run to your closet, opening the door for Issei as he all but topples out of the cramped space. “Jesus Christ, baby.” He grunts, stretching his cramped muscles. “This is your fault Issei! You’re the one who fell through the window and woke the entire neighborhood!” You pointed out. “Don’t be so dramatic princess, everything is ok, now c'mere, I need you to use those pretty hands and rub my sore muscles.” He grabs your hips and brings the both of you to the bed, setting you on his lap. Giving into your tall boyfriend, you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. The impromptu make-out session doesn’t last long when you hear your mom gasp, you are so dead.
KUROO TETSURO ༢
You feel someone repeatedly nudging you, pulling you out of sleep. “Kitten? Kitten I gotta go.” Kuroo whispers. Tightening your arms around his hard chest, you mumble something incoherent. Chuckling he kisses your forehead, unwrapping his arms and legs from your body. “Noooo, don’t go Tetsu.” You whine. “I gotta go kitten, don’t want your dad to find me in your room at five in the morning do you?” That wakes you up because no, you would rather die than see what happens if your dad finds out your boyfriend snuck in and spent the night. “Hmm did that wake you up baby?” Tetsu teases. “Shut up and get out of my room Kuroo.” “Ok ok, but before I leave can you wipe this puddle of drool you left on my chest?” “Tetsu!”
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rintarousgirl · 9 months
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dating matsukawa issei is like...
a/n: please enjoy the headcanons! off topic but i have like 60 followers rn and i just want to say thank you very much and please send in requests!! beware of the smut below the cut (all smut is post timeskip)
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★ - before dating matsukawa, you'd been crushing on him. and you'd been crushing on him for a while. ever since your first year of high school you'd found yourself growing incredibly fond of the heavy-lidded boy in your mathematics class.
★ - three years later, halfway through your third year, you confess to him on Valentine's Day. he's amused by your confession, watching you stare at your feet as you hold out a small box of chocolates and pink letter with neat handwriting out to him.
★ - it's more surprising to you when he accepts, curious and teasing the shy girl who'd confessed to the closed off matsukawa issei.
★ - he's very comfortable with you right off the bat, and there's no special milestones for things. he sits with you at lunch, or well, he drags you over to his table and introduces you to his volleyball friends.
★ - he always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. he likes holding you close to his side, enjoying how small you felt next to how tall he was. you certainly weren't complaining.
★ - loves hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your head and his hands dangling off your shoulders. also a big ego boost for him about his height.
★ - loves lazy cuddling in his bed. holds you close as the two of you watch a movie at his house. you groan when he falls asleep, but he grumbles and says, "how can I help it when you're so soft?"
★ - holds your chin when you kiss, so you can't get embarrassed and pull away. of course, if you want to stop, he will, but he won't let you hide. not from him.
★ - carries your bags and books for you in the school hallway.
★ - you have a box in his closet with all your belongings for when you're over there. sweatshirts, underwear, etc...
★ - handholding is a must. he's a surprisingly affectionate guy for seemingly being so lazy.
★ - buys your favorite flavor of chapstick so he always tastes good for you when you kiss. it's small, but it's sweet and thoughtful.
★ - always is sharing clothes with you. sometimes he'll purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house in hopes you'll show up to school the next day.
★ - always buys you your favorite chocolates before dates. he'll stop by the store and grab them, even if you guys are just going to a picnic in the park or something.
★ - loves swimming. he loves to drag you and the other third-years to go swimming with him. is constantly pushing you off the dock and then jumping in after to you and pretending he didn't.
★ - is always willing to give piggyback rides when your feet/legs hurt. volleyball has built up a lot of muscle for him, and lifting you is no harder than lifting his baby brother.
★ - petnames include "baby, sugar, and sweetheart." along with multiple silly nicknames based on your name.
★ - dating matsukawa issei feels like summer all over again, even in the deep frostbite of japan's winter season. he's warm and soft and cuddly. he feels like late mornings in bed, sheets tangled and the sun peering in through the windows. it feels like freshly washed linen and blooming gardens. matsukawa issei feels like a breath of fresh air.
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★ - matsukawa pins your wrists above you as you fuck, watching you gasp and squirm and be completely unable to do something about it as he overstimulates you.
★ - matsukawa can't keep his mouth off you. he's kissing your lips, your breasts, sucking deep marks into your neck, biting at your hips.
★ - matsukawa pounds into you until the sheets beneath you both are soaked with your fluids and the only noise leaving you are soft little "ah-ah-ah"'s.
★ - matsukawa loves to brush your hair from you eyes and watch as they cloud over with lust and want.
★ - matsukawa can't help but smirk and grow a bit hard when he sees you in your bathing suit.
★ - he loves sweet dirty talk.
★ - "can't help but touch you when you look so pretty just for me, baby."
★ - doesn't let you hide your face. "c'mon baby, let me see your face when you cum."
★ - is obsessed with eating you out. he loves the way you taste, and feels intoxicated when he's between your thighs. matsukawa issei is totally pussy drunk off you.
★ - he absolutely adores teasing you in public, watching you blush and bite your lip as your thighs rub together. you try so hard to maintain conversation with oikawa, iwaizumi, and hanamaki but you can't help the way you stutter and squirm as his hand brushes your clit, fingers touching you through your soaked panties.
★ - he loves it when you whine and cry for him.
★ "please," you gasp, reaching for him. he pins your hands above your head with one hand of his own, and your hips buck lightly. "i need you, issei."
★ - "shh, don't cry baby," he'll coo as he kisses your wet cheeks, "i'll touch you baby, i promise."
★ - he begs for just the tip after a stressful day at work, and he keeps his promise to go no further but you can't help the way you twitch and squirm. he'll hide his face in your neck, his hand firmly planted on your hip as he tries so hard not to bottom-out in you.
★ - laughs as your hands fumble with his belt, shaking and desperate for his cock.
★ - covers his mouth and hopes his groans are relatively quiet when you sneak under his desk while on a video call with his clients at the funeral home. tries his hardest to stay focused as you lick along his length and pop his tip into your mouth.
★ - loves semi-public sex. he'll fuck you in a closet at a family gathering, tease you under the table, grind against you behind the kitchen counter while everyone else is in the kitchen.
★ - has very high stamina and can easily go a handful of rounds. your pleasure always comes before his anyway.
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cottonlemonade · 15 days
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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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satantica · 11 months
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haikyu boys meeting your family pt.2
he tells you that this is okay but actually freaking out as his whole life depends on this. he will never admit it but he desperately wants your family to like him. therefore he keeps mouth shut so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. also will buy something outstanding for each member cause he thinks that’s a sign of a good tone. in spite of him being too silent and shy, he listens to your younger siblings very interested in what they want to tell him. he nods and asks them several questions to completely understand the topic. he’s not sure how to act at the table so he’s a bit afraid to touch you but then thinks of your thighs as a safe space and a moment later tells himself that he should wait till you two get home.
kenma kozume, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, kita shinsuke, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, kentaro kyotani
compliments each member of your family and just keeps being such a sweetheart. really gets along with children so your younger siblings get more attention than you. but that happens because he thinks about having children of your own. at the table will lean over to give you a kiss on your cheek moving his hands from your waist to thigh while your family doesn’t see it. when someone asks him about how serious he is about you, he chokes and then starts nervously telling EVERYTHING about your relationship and how perfect and wonderful you are. he starts off smoothly and then ends up saying the most random, awkward and embarrassing shit. after realizing he will talk louder thinking that it will make everyone forget. mentally curses himself panicking that he is no longer allowed to date you.
nishinoya yuu, ATSUMU MIYA, matsukawa issei, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, yamamoto taketora, OIKAWA TOORU
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the-haikyuu-trash · 1 year
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oikawa toru, bokuto koutaro, kuroo tersuro, matsukawa issei, atsumu miya, konoha akinori, meian shugo, hinata shoyo, tanaka ryunosuke, sugawara koushi, tendou satori
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sugamii · 1 year
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he was wrapped around your finger. and it had taken months for you to understand just how true that statement was. seeing the way his eyes lit up as you leaned in to kiss him, only for the look to drop from his face when you moved to kiss him on the cheek instead. you would be death of him, he was sure.
you'd been best friends for so long that it felt natural to be with him like this. it didn't bother you as much as you thought it might, finally realizing that he had been in love with you that entire time. because, even as he fell for you, all he had ever wanted was to be near you. to see that you were happy, that someone was taking care of you.
it finally clicks as you watch his face after your "rejection." he's pouting down at you now, you can tell that he's not really upset as he's struggling to keep himself from smiling. how could he be upset looking down at your face and seeing the laughter in your eyes? you're making it difficult to stay annoyed - even if it was fake.
"you're always so mean to me. three years of waiting and this is how i'm treated?" he's still frowning, but it's far too droopy to be real. he never had been subtle with his facial expressions, it was one of the many things you loved about him.
you pat his cheek with your free hand, the other one still being held by him. "but don't you just love it?" is your reply, trying to keep the smile out of your voice while looking into his not-so-sad eyes. the best part of all of this is watching him cave and give up on his act.
"i do," he says with a smile so wide anyone else might've thought he was still faking. he looks like a lovesick puppy and, in that moment, you realize that maybe it felt natural because you had loved him from the start. he wasn't alone in that, you were wrapped around his finger and you were sure he'd be the death of you too. "i really, really do."
characters: issei matsukawa, satori tendo!!!!, kotaro bokuto, tetsuro kuroo, ryuunosuke tanaka, atsumu miya,,,
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sassycheesecake · 7 months
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Conversation that I recently had with hubby, that could be a conversation with HQ characters #4
You: * sits peacefully on the couch, watches 'Love is Blind' on Netflix *
Hubby: * stares at you *
You: * turns to look at him * “What?”
Hubby: “You know I never realized it, but you are like the desert rain frog, whenever you get angry.”
You: * highly confused * “What the f? My angry face reminds you of a frog? Thanks, babe.”
Hubby: "No! Not your face, your attitude! It’s so cute, when you are angry, like right now." * grins *
You: "But a desert rain frog? What does that thing even look like?"
Hubby: * shows video *
You: “You’re forgiven. That’s the cutest shit I have ever seen.”
Hubby: “I know right?”
- MIYA TWINS, Tetsurō Kuroo, Morisuke Yaku, TŌRU OIKAWA, Issei Matsukawa, Kenji Futakuchi, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Satori Tendō, RINTARŌ SUNA
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atsumwah · 2 years
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matsukawa issei is the type of man who always wants you in his lap. it doesn't matter if you're too short, too tall or worried about your weight, mans does not care. he likes having to hug you from behind and tuck his head in the crook of your neck.
matsukawa issei is the type of man who sings off key. he sounds horrible but at the same time, kind of cute actually. oh and he doesn't care where or when it is, hell he'll even sing in public and when you tell him to stop because of everyone looking, he'll sing even louder.
matsukawa issei is the type of man that will subtly push you towards the inside of the sidewalk. sometimes you don't even notice it when he does. he's also the kind that will go to the side where the car's coming and hold you by the back to lead you both to cross the road safely.
matsukawa issei is the type of man who will hug you from behind and sway you from side to side no matter what you're doing. he especially likes doing it when you're dressing up for a date night, looking really pretty, and purposely making you both late for said date.
matsukawa issei is the type of man that will get pouty if you're watching a show together and you watch an episode without him. mans will actually be upset and will not negotiate unless you agree to pay up with kisses. the only way he'll forgive you tbh.
matsukawa issei is the type of man that will come in the bathroom while you're showering and do his routine. he could be shaving and just asks you the most random questions ever (sometimes he does join you but only if he has time to spare before you both go to work wink wink )
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reblogs are appreciated bbys <33
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infi8ity · 1 year
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HE WAS AN INEBRIATED HOPELESS MESS.
you could tell as much from the phone call. barely could you make out a sentence through his slurred words and the loud music, but you had picked up on several, i miss you’s and you were my everything’s. 
a small part of you wanted to hang up on him and go back to sleep-- if one could call being wide awake, tossing and turning-- but you were still friends. good friends. it had been a few months but a three year relationship ended through mutual decision didn’t erase a decade’s long friendship. 
and even if the breakup had been messy, you knew that he’d come to you in a heartbeat. 
you found him perched against the wall of the bar, lost in a drunken thought when you drove up. perhaps the thought somewhere along the lines of, why the fuck did i ask my ex to come pick my drunk ass up at 3 in the morning?, was running through his head. because the exact opposite thought was sure running through yours. 
you park the car across the street and can’t help the loud sigh that escapes you. a million different scenarios of how the rest of your night could go, plays through your head and each of them ends with even more heartache on your behalf.
you rest your head against the steering wheel, and mutter to yourself, “grow a pair y/n.” 
exiting the car, you shiver and pull your coat tighter around you, the chilling night’s wind a harsh reminder that he was standing outside shaking like a leaf from his lack of a jacket. it was the middle of winter. how messed up did he get?
you coolly make your way towards him. in utter awe at the sight of you, he leans his head against the brick wall, grinning lazily. that goddamn smile. the lamppost behind you illuminates his features. allowing you to give in to the temptations and admire him once more. his cheeks are dusted pink and his lips are slightly chapped from the cold. his eyes are glossed over and his pupils dilated. 
“hi beautiful,” he says. his voice raspy and hoarse. 
you could say the same to him. but you only narrow your eyes. a silent warning. you knew his tricks and games. “don’t hi beautiful me. It's three in the morning. i have to get up for work in a few hours. you know this.”
he sighs regretfully and slides against the wall to the snow littered concrete. “i do, i know. i’m sorry y/n.” he replies, his head in his hands. 
“and it’s freezing out. where’s your jacket?” 
no response. you lightly toe his shoe with your boot. 
“hey. where’s your jacket? and where are your keys?” 
he looks up at you beneath his lashes and huffs a laugh, void of any humor. “i’ve got no fucking clue y/n. not the slightest. i don’t even know what i’m doing here. i don’t even know why i wasted your time calling you here.” 
“are you okay?” you inquire, voice laced with concern. 
“are you? we haven’t spoken in a while. and i miss you.”
“so you’ve said.” he quirks an eyebrow. “over the phone. among other things.”
“oh,” he groans melodramatically. “how bad?”
“terrible. pretty sure you said something about me having a killer body-,”
“jackass.” 
you shrug and lean against the wall next to him. “hey, you know you can talk to me if something’s going on.”
he nods, acknowledging you. “i know. i know.” he stands, albeit disjointedly and stepping on your toe in the process. “i’m sorry for waking you. i’ll just walk home.” he says to no one in particular, making his way across the street. 
you smack your teeth and reach out for his arm. stubbornly, he pulls against you and you latch on to his fingers, holding tightly. “jesus you’re freezing,” you whisper, your breath forming in the air. “and you’re going the wrong way genius. you live the other way. you’re so fucked up right now you can’t even tell. i don’t want to argue with you. just get in the car.”
he doesn’t bother to reply, he simply opts to stare into your eyes. searching. hoping. and for a second you forget its cold as hell. for a second, you forget that he’s no longer yours. you feel his thumb brush against the back of your hand and you flinch. there it is. that trap. 
you snatch your hand back. nope.
“y/n...” he groans strangely.
“don’t say another word. just get in the-,”
and the motherfucker retches into the snow and on to your boots. 
the car ride to your apartment was silent. thank god. mostly because he’d fallen asleep sometime during the fifteen minute drive. but still, thank everything holy. the silence gave you time to think about whatever the fuck that was and confront the horrifying fact that he still had a choke hold on you. 
you shudder at the thought, all the way from the car to your front door. the shudder stays even as you slip out of your boots marked with bodily fluid and into your house slippers. you toss his dead weight to the sofa collapsing to the floor, breathless, you nearly fall with him. 
you fix a glass of iced water and grab two pain killers and a stomach soothing pill from the kitchen. when you make your way back to the living room, he’s moved from the sofa to the rug. you kick at his unconscious form, startling him
“sorry. take this. wash it down and drink all of it.” you hand him the pills and water, standing directly over him to watch him carefully as he follows your directions. “i’m going to run the shower for you. okay?”
he mutters something incoherent, pulling a pillow from the sofa and flopping on his side comfortably. 
“and take your goddamn shoes off in my house,” you call over your shoulder. “caveman.”
he grunts a caveman-like response.
you snort and shuffle to your bedroom to rummage through the drawers for some of his clothes that you never thought to return. strangely enough most of his shirts and joggers sat in your laundry basket... as if ... a certain someone had been wearing them to bed or late night trips to the store...
the steam from the hot shower engulfs the room whilst you lay out clothing, body wash, an unopened toothbrush, mouthwash, and-- towels. shoot. you open the closet and fish for towels when he stumbles in. 
“oh hey, i was just about to come get you and ohmygodwhatareyoudoing?”
you lift the towels to your eyes to obstruct the view of him pulling his pants down to take a piss. he’s so fucking out of it. you’re sure he hasn’t even noticed your presence. 
“jesus!”
you hurriedly rush out of the bathroom, throwing the towels behind you and running to your room which happened to be void of half naked exes. it was going to be a long night. 
an hour later, you’d nearly drifted back off into sleep when there’s a knock at your door. 
“come in.” you croak, switching on your bedside lamp.
he opens the door, peaking in, fully dressed, hair damp. “you don’t happen to have a blanket or something do you? i was half tempted to use your rug for warmth.” 
you press your palm to your head and curse. “no, i’m sorry, a friend stole my only one because she liked the designs.”
“oh,”
“yeah.”
“that’s fine. goodnight y/n. thank you anyways.” he starts to close the door.
“wait,” you’re going to regret this so much. “honestly you’re plenty familiar with this bed.” he clears his throat at the sudden rush of memories. “just sleep in here. i can make a pillow wall or something.”
the room stands so still and silent it almost makes you want to scream. was that weird to offer? did you overstep? 
“are you sure?” he asks, slowly making his way in. 
no! “yeah, pfft i don’t care.”
“cause i was fine with using your dish towel. really.” you giggle at the smart remark.
a familiar sensation one could only describe as nostalgia fills you when you feel the bed dip in as he crawls in beside you. you’d lived through this night routine countless times. some part of you half hoped that he’d lean over to give you a goodnight’s kiss and tell you he loved you. like he used to. like he did hundreds of times before.
but he doesn’t. 
he simply places a pillow in between you two and you turn out the light. you both had more to say to each other. but in your hearts they were best left as words unspoken.
“goodnight y/n.” i still love you.
“goodnight.” i still love you too.
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