I feel like mattsuns hair would be rlly soft and fluffy, esp timeskip mattsun
do u think the boys ever thought abt ruffling his hair
do u think mattsun, as the eldest brother in his family, would enjoy it because no one has ruffled his hair since his siblings came along
do u think it keeps makki up at night, imagining what it would be like to run his fingers thru mattsuns hair
I also feel like the first time mattsun got his hair ruffled was during practice one day from iwa. he wasn't expecting it to happen so it stops him in his tracks, but the boyish smile mattsun had on his face after processing what happened made everyone in the gym stop what they were doing
no matter which of my ships i put him in, mattsun is always the levelheaded one. matsuhana? makki is a damn goofball what do you want. matsuiwa? we all know iwa's got a temper. matsukuro? girl please. and i live for teasy mattsun, for steady shoulder to lean on mattsun, for endlessly calm and relaxed mattsun, for mattsun turning his partner into a blushing mess by looking at them and relishing it, that's why i love these dynamics so much. but i know mattsun falls first. i know he tosses and turns at night, trying so hard to rationalize the things he's feeling and to convince himself that it's nothing, growing anxious at the emotions only becoming stronger with time and pushing them down again and again and again until someone finally musters up the courage to confess and he will never tell the love of his life that they were the reason he was once on the brink of losing his mind.
Iwaizumi writhed under Matsukawa's body, laughing brightly as thumbs pressed against his hipbones, driving him up the wall.
To think this all started just because they were taking a nap together, Matsukawa thought it was hilarious.
Not even two hours ago, Matsukawa had returned back home from work exhausted, drained, and wanting to collapse against the only person that he could call home in the whole world.
He announced his arrival as soon as he stepped foot inside the house, but to his surprise, he had no response and his heart skipped a bit with concern. He tried to stay calm, there was no reason to be anxious, Iwaizumi could be asleep... and he was.
Entering the room, Issei was first greeted by Christmas music playing from Iwaizumi's phone. Right away he noticed that the lights in the tree in the corner were on, blinking almost in time with the music. Finally, his eyes met Iwaizumi, who was sleeping peacefully on the sofa, wrapped in a red blanket that, to Matsukawa, was so thin he could barely call it an actual blanket.
Matsukawa breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled, letting out a small laugh. His body moved without thinking and in seconds, Mattsun was already lying next to Iwaizumi, hugging him tightly.
Iwaizumi had hummed placidly and snuggled closer to Matsukawa, burying his nose in the crook of his neck.
"Welcome back," he mumbled and Matsukawa giggled.
"I am back," he answered, kissing Iwaizumi's forehead. "Let's take a nap together."
Hajime shook his head, "I'll make dinner now that you're back."
Matsukawa whined, hugging Iwaizumi a little tighter and pressing him against the back of the couch a bit more. "Don't. It's cold and I'm so tired, only for a bit, yes?"
Iwaizumi hummed, "some warm soup will make you feel better, Issei," he said, patting Matsukawa's back. "Let me hurry so we can lay down together again and-
"No," Matsukawa firmly said, clinging to Iwaizumi with all his might when he tried to move up and out of their little warm nest.
Iwaizumi giggled and started to squirm, trying to free himself from Matsukawa's arms, but Issei was holding him tightly, refusing to let go of his warm boyfriend.
"Hajime, if you try to get up one more time I swear I'll-
"Mattsun, stop being stubborn, I am hungry and I bet you are too, so let me just- hah! N-No! Nohoho! Thahahat's unfahahair!"
"I warned you."
Matsukawa was forced to take drastic measures when Iwaizumi insisted on wanting to leave his arms. His fingers easily found Iwaizumi's ribs and Hajime burst out laughing, squirming under the playful touch as Mattsun threatened to tickle his hips if he dared to move from there.
Clearly, Iwaizumi decided to take the risk, but Matsukawa doesn't make empty promises and, delighted, Hajime had shifted his torso, trying to sit up, Issei's hands were stuck on his poor hips, squeezing them with the right amount of pressure to have Iwaizumi laughing in hysterics in mere seconds.
His squirming and Matsuakws trying to follow every of his moves, caused them both to fall off the couch and onto the wooden floor with a loud thud. Hajime tried to crawl away, but Issei's hands were back latched to his hips, making him howl with laughter- that was their current situation.
"I CAHAHAN'T! Nohohot thehehere, PLEHEHEASE!" Iwaizumi cried with laughter, disastrously trying to catch Issei's hands as laughter nearly incapacitated him completely.
Matsukawa chuckled, smiling fondly at his hysterical boyfriend. "I did warn you, didn't I?" He purred, pinching Iwaizumi's hips in that way it drove him crazy. "I told you not to move, didn't I?"
Iwaizumi shook his head, (it was the only thing he could do besides laughing), and the lights created shadows and reflections on his perfect skin. It wasn't a lie that Iwaizumi looked exceptionally beautiful under the Christmas lights. The twinkling colorful lights all reflected against Iwaizumi's laughing face, making his skin glow and his smile shine brightly.
Even the tears falling from the sides of his face looked like little diamonds.
"ISSEHEHEHEI!" He cried with laughter. "I gihihive uhuhup!"
Matsukawa laughed and he nodded, "fine, let's go make dinner together and then we'll cuddle, deal?"
Iwaizumi nodded his head desperately, "FIHIHINE! FIHIHINE! Stahahahap ahahalready!"
Matsukawa did so and he let Iwaizumi catch his breath as he massaged his tingling hips with just the right pressure to help him relax. She looked at Iwaizumi with almost boundless adoration, her hands caressing her flushed cheeks tenderly.
"You're so beautiful, Hajime" he said and Iwaizumi giggled, rolling his eyes playfully. "Can I kiss you?"
Iwaizumi laughed, "silly, you don't even have to ask."
Kissing a beauty under the Christmas lights, life couldn't be better.
thinking very hard abt seijoh 4 poly (bonus kudos for uni/roomates au) TT
"rambles about interests" oikawa and "listens with heart eyes" issei
literally all 4 of them overwork themselves lol. they have to remind each other to take care of themselves
issei puts milk first takahiro hates them for it
hiros fuckin lactose intolerant and he hates all the types of substitute milk, he’s not allowed to have an opinion on this >:/
iwaoi go out for morning runs and hiro (NOT a morning person) absolutely hates them for it
issei has ZERO sleep schedule. this dude has chronic insomnia/hypersomnia at the same fuckin time
roulette wheel sleep schedule ass mf
tooru and hiro have the worst fuckin fashion taste
its intentional in hiro’s case
HE BUYS THE MOST CLASHING COLOURS AND STUFF JUST BECAUSE HE WANTS TO LOOK TERRIBLE
mans actually has a good fashion taste but he refuses to follow it
iwa being late to a morning class by accident!!!
he pulls on a hoodie without looking to see who’s it is and rushes out the door
only when after he gets to class does he realise it’s isseis
it’s like. 3 sizes too big
but it’s way too cold to take it off so he’s just embarassed the whole time
when he gets home tooru and hiro have gone out to get lunch for them and only issei is home
they see hajime in his hoodie and just,,, HEART MELTS.
THESE TWO ARE SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT DO THIS
hajime just drowning in this navy blue oversized sweater all soft and blushy....
issei’s brain turns to MUSH
hiro and tooru get home after to see hajime and issei cuddling with hajime on issei’s lap and they nearly drop the food
they r the cutest
issei taking out tooru to go shopping
rich trust fund baby issei
hiros rlly good at baking and decent-ish at cooking, though he’s known to accidentally spill stuff a lot and never wash the stuff he cooked with after
tooru on dishwashing duty because he’s really bad at cooking
hajime is a decent cook and can make some basic desserts
ALWAYS washes his stuff after
issei is like. russian roulette cooking. you can either get a gordon ramsey michelin star 3-course meal or grey potato mush
they use like 3 pots max and cleans up after only if they feel like it
nonbinary mattsun and transmasc iwa/hiro give me life. also i fuckin love genderfluid tooru
so yeah all 4 of them are like. What Is Gender???????
they/them issei
he/they/xe tooru
he/they/pup iwa
he/him/fae hiro
god i love them. seijoh 4 my beloved
Bonus: Once hiro and tooru just started BLASTING Thomas the tank engine theme song at like 3 in the morning and they got so many noise complaints because of it. iwa sent one of the noise complaints
content: angst and fluff and hurt/comfort, urban fantasy, temporary past character death
wc: 1176 (”500 word drabbles,” i said)
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“Oikawa?” Iwaizumi asks, disbelieving. The man standing before him, hair matted with rainwater, is an impossibility. Wild animal attack, the police report had said. No wild animal that they could identify. Please give our condolences to the family.
“Hey, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says. He tries to keep his voice light, but it’s strained. “Are Makki and Mattsun home?”
Iwaizumi nods dumbly, stumbling back as Oikawa pushes past him into the apartment they used to share. A lump forms in his throat. No one’s called him Iwa-chan in weeks. No one’s called Hanamaki and Matsukawa Makki and Mattsun in weeks, but the endearments trip off Oikawa’s tongue like honey.
“‘Zumi? Who is it?” Matsukawa asks, emerging from their bedroom, hair mussed and eyes hooded. Hanamaki is a step behind him, arms loped around Matsukawa’s broad shoulders. Any other time Iwaizumi would take a moment to appreciate the view, but right now, the only thing on his mind is -
“Oikawa?” Matsukawa’s eyes sharpen when they land on the newcomer. “What the fuck?”
Oikawa smiles, a little sad. “Hey,” he says. “I’m home.”
One heart-stopping pause, and then Hanamaki is the first to react. He straightens, any trace of softness gone, and pushes Matsukawa behind him protectively. “Hajime, get away from him,” he hisses. “He could be dangerous.”
Oikawa steps forward, hands held up in a placating gesture. “Makki, it’s me.”
“You’re not him,” Hanamaki says. “You can’t be.”
Matsukawa glances between Iwaizumi and Oikawa, uncertain. “They told us you were killed,” he says.
Oikawa faces Iwaizumi, frozen in place by the door. “Iwa-chan,” he says. His voice trembles. “You believe me, right?”
“I -” Iwaizumi hesitates. The man looks like Oikawa, but as he approaches, it becomes clear that a few of the details are… wrong. His eyes, once pure brown, are tinged with red around the pupils. His skin is… is it paler? And his fingernails have grown sharp, almost claw-like.
Oikawa notices his wariness and deflates. “I wouldn’t hurt you,” he says. He licks his chapped lips, and Iwaizumi swallows hard when he thinks he sees a hint of fang.
“You have to believe me,” Oikawa says to all three of them. “I - I didn’t know if you would want me to come back like this, but there was nowhere else for me to go, and… and I missed you.”
He sounds almost on the verge of tears, and Iwaizumi itches to take him into his arms despite his fear. He locks eyes with Matsukawa.
“I believe him,” Iwaizumi admits. Oikawa’s shoulders slump with the weight of his relief.
Matsukawa nods slowly. “I do, too,” he says. “I’m worried it might be wishful thinking, but…” He shrugs, huffing a humorless laugh.
Hanamaki stays on guard, but he lets Matsukawa lead him closer. Oikawa’s expression brightens with every step they take to him. He clenches his hands into fists as if to prevent himself from reaching out. “Mattsun,” he chokes. “Can I -”
“C’mere,” Matsukawa says. He opens his arms, and Oikawa falls into them with a muffled sob, burying his face in his shoulder. Hanamaki pats his back hesitantly, guiding them to the couch.
Iwaizumi watches. He aches to join them, but that can wait for later. For now, Oikawa looks like he could use a towel and a hot bath.
He grabs a towel from their master bathroom and fills the tub, testing the water to make sure it’s not too hot. Iwaizumi doesn’t even know if temperature affects Oikawa anymore, but it can’t hurt to be cautious.
When he returns to the living room, Oikawa is tucked in between Hanamaki and Matsukawa. He’s taken off his shoes, his lanky legs are curled to his chest, and he’s dripping water all over the couch. None of them mind.
“Here,” Iwaizumi says, bending down in front of him to pat his hair dry.
“Thanks,” Oikawa mumbles, leaning into Iwaizumi’s touch. Iwaizumi smiles at him, grabbing a nearby ottoman and pulling it over. Once he’s seated, he takes Oikawa’s hands and clasps them tight in his own. The sharp nails dig into his skin but not enough to draw blood.
Matsukawa has Oikawa cradled flush against his chest. There’s hair in his face, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. Hanamaki’s thighs are pressed against Oikawa’s, and he leans forward to kiss his forehead. It’s like all of them are jostling to soak up his presence, to touch the miraculous body that has returned to them.
Hanamaki clears his throat. “What happened?” he asks. “They said a wild animal got to you.”
“Not an animal,” Oikawa says. “I thought it was a hiker who got lost or something, so being the kind person I am, I got out of the car to help.” He flashes them a weak smile, and they all chuckle.
“But it - it was…” Oikawa grips onto Iwaizumi’s fingers until it’s almost painful. “It hurt like a bitch,” is all he says.
Iwaizumi grits his teeth. Some primal part of him revolts at the very idea of Oikawa being hurt; he wants nothing more than to hunt down whoever did this to him. He meets Hanamaki’s venomous glare and knows he feels the same.
Oikawa notices and laughs. “My knights in shining armor,” he says. Never mind that he’s a hundred times stronger than any of them now. He clears his throat. “I didn’t wake up for a few days, and when I did, I… I was so fucked up. I didn’t want to make that your problem.”
Iwaizumi lets out a strangled sound. “You selfish asshole,” he says. “Thinking you were dead was our fucking problem. Anything is better than that.”
“We’ve always got you, Tooru,” Matsukawa says, running his fingers through Oikawa’s tangled locks.
Oikawa melts into him with a happy sigh. Hanamaki is unusually silent, frowning down at his lap. Iwaizumi nudges him with his knee. “‘Hiro?”
“It’s just - we should have been there. We all knew how much you hated driving at night,” he tells Oikawa. A wan smile flickers over his lips. “You big baby.”
Oikawa pouts. “Yeah, and I was right. This wouldn’t have happened if it had been daytime.” Hanamaki huffs, and Oikawa continues, “Come on, Makki. You would have to be really dense to blame yourself. None of you could have known.”
“Tooru’s right,” Matsukawa says, smiling at Hanamaki over Oikawa’s shoulder. “There’s no point feeling guilty. We have other things to worry about.”
Like what they’re going to tell Oikawa’s parents. Like how three college students are going to hide a fully grown vampire in the middle of Tokyo. Like whether there are others like Oikawa out there.
Iwaizumi is already overwhelmed, but the important thing is that Oikawa is here. He’s home, and though his skin is colder, he slots back in their lives so easily, all soft kisses and warm looks and that sharp, teasing tongue.
“The bath’s getting cold,” Matsukawa reminds them, and Oikawa plasters himself to Hanamaki and demands to be carried to the bathroom, and Iwaizumi knows they’ll make it out all right.
I had a Mafia AU where Karasuno and Shiratorizawa were team police and Nekoma, Fukurodani and Aoba were criminal familys. I think I'm going to do it but I'm going to full up with rare pairs everywhere. Like, boom, TenSuga, boom, OiYama, boom, SuguKen, bOOOM, YamaKage too, AND MATSUIWA.
1. AngstYou can’t have Iwaizumi without Oikawa and he knows this just like you can’t have Mattsun without Makki but that doesn’t stop the surge of pain through his chest when he sees Oikawa leap onto Iwaizumi’s back with a laugh because he knows, oh he knows so, so well that there is no place in this wide universe for someone like him to be next to someone who shines as brilliantly as Iwaizumi does; not when Mattsun is a mere flickering candle compared to the starlight that Oikawa emits.
2. AUThey’re too far away from any reasonable place to stop by the time he realizes there’s a stowaway in the engine room and by the time Makki finally drags the man up to Hajime’s pilot seat the two of them are apparently the bestest of friends and he’s probably going to regret his decision but when the man introduces himself with a smile and eyes that glitter like the stars outside the ship he can’t help but simply welcome the man to the crew.
3. CrackIssei winces in sympathy as Hajime punches through the rock and he’s already got a healing spell at his fingertips before he registers that Hajime had punched through the rock like it was made of paper and upon closer inspection he realizes that it is.
4. Future ficAt twenty-nine he doesn’t move quite as smoothly as he did at nineteen but that doesn’t stop him from chasing after Hajime until they’re both out of breath - from the chase and from laughter - and collapsed together under the trees.
5. First TimeThey’ve held hands, cuddled up, hell they’ve even kissed multiple times over the last decade of friendship because sometimes you just gotta kiss your friends but none of that really seems to matter when he leans in for the first time and whispers against Issei’s skin just how damn much he loves the other man.
6. FluffThere were a hundred ways today should have ended badly - the most memorable of those being getting sprayed by sprinklers, chased by geese, getting thrown out of a flower shop, and literally running into Hajime’s mother - and yet as they sprawl out on a blanket and watch the clouds high above them Issei realizes that he really couldn’t have asked for a better day spent with the man he loves.
7. Humor“I can’t wait to hear this story,” Issei laughs as he takes in the leaves stuck in Hajime’s hair, the neon green shoe print on his left thigh, and the pout on Hajime’s face.
8. Hurt/ComfortA sprained wrist, a twisted ankle, a scraped knee, a black eye were all things he could help deal with without breaking a sweat had Issei come to him with them but this was a little outside of Hajime’s expertise; after all how the hell are you supposed to help heal a broken heart?
9. SmutHajime does not back down, does not bend easily to others but Issei isn’t just anyone and Hajime will happily bend and bow and stretch and twist to Issei’s whims, will let Issei press him into corners and lift him onto counters and pull him along until they’re both panting writhing messes.
10. UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension)The things that make him ache when he watches Hajime aren’t the usual things that most people think of - his muscles, his smile, the way he laughs, how his skin looks in the sun - no what makes him ache, what makes warmth slowly spiral through him, what makes his knees weak and his chest tight is the way that Hajime looks at him, really fucking looks and sees and notices Issei and the emotion in his eyes when he does.
