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I spent like three hours drawing this useless generic type illustration…

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this is stupid.

kuroo knows that better than anyone—knows that this is entirely unreasonable and entirely spur of the moment and entirely something he should not do—but you're standing in the kitchen, covered in flour, and the words seem to fall from his lips as if they were always meant to be there.

"marry me," he says, and he means it just as he did when he asked you yesterday as he kissed you goodbye, and just as he did the day before when you tripped down the stairs, and just as he would tomorrow if you said no.

but this time, as laughter spills from your lips, messy dough coating your cheeks, something stirs in him. something that he wouldn't find yesterday and won't find tomorrow and something that feels like hope, and delirium and you—and he thinks, if only for a second, that stupid isn't even the word for it.

"you're asking right now?" you raise a brow, motioning your fingers around your mess of a kitchen, and a silly little smile draws across his cheeks.

"i am."

"i'm covered in flour," you say.

and he grins, "yeah, and you should marry me."

you shake your head, pulling your lips together, and you give him that look you always do; the 'maybe when we're older and smarter and a little less prone to divorce' look that he's grown to dread.

because, yes, this is stupid—incredibly so—but he's twenty-one and he's pretty sure he's never going to get much smarter than this and you share a bed every night without killing each other, so, really, why not?

he holds his hand in the air, waiting to insist on asking you again tomorrow, but you laugh—soft and bright and something that aches like home—and a little okay rolls off your lips.

"what?" his fingers stutter in front of him, voice tugging at the back of his throat, and you laugh.

"i said okay."

"you're kidding," he says, a little too dumbfounded for his own good.

"now why would i do that?" you reply, a little tease catching your breath.

(oh, you must be trying to kill him now.)

"because i asked you to marry me."

"you did."

"and you said yes." a breath spills from your throat—happy little laughter swirling between you.

"i did."

and he doesn't know whether to scream, or cry, or maybe throw up, but he does know that you just agreed to marry him, so all three sound like a solid approach.

"i'm in love with you," he says, hands reaching for floured cheeks.

"well i would hope so."

and he rolls his eyes, pulling you in—lips meeting yours with a clash of flour and warmth and a breath of anything but regret—and he's sure that he'd be stupid every day of his life if it meant being with you.

hi this is for @neoheros and @coophi's summer writing challenge and i am nervous and scared and about to sob into my hands but i wanted to throw a lil smth in there for fun <3 this is such a lovely idea i'm so glad i got to participate :)

HAIKYUU BOYS AND HICKEYS

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, atsumu miya, matsukawa issei, sawamura daichi, sakusa kiyoomi

warnings. SUGGESTIVE. please don’t read/interact if you’re under the age of 16!! MATTSUN AND DAICHI’S ARE ESPECIALLY SUGGESTIVE PLEASE

note. also i know a lot of my moots might feel obligated to reblog this but please know that if you feel uncomfortable w it you don’t have to!! this is suggestive so i really won’t be offended if you don’t reblog this one :) love u guys EDIT: IM NEVER OFFENDED WHEN YOU GUYS DONT REBLOG THINGS I REALIZE THAT SOUNDED BAD I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT THIS ONE ESPECIALLY IS UNDERSTANDABLE

IWAIZUMI prefers to keep things private. he’s careful with every kiss and he knows where he should spend an extra amount of time, and often he spends his little moments below the collarbone and along your chest, inching towards the parts of you that you can cover up with clothes when tomorrow comes and bruises have bloomed along your skin. and he’ll kiss every one as the sun rises and crawls along your flesh and your sheets, letting sweet memories drift with his breath as his lips meet yours again.

KUROO is nothing if not a terrible menace, so he’ll leave bruises wherever he pleases—biting and kissing at the skin of your neck and just below your jaw, always high enough that you can’t quite cover it up with a turtleneck. he’ll press his fingers into them just as they start to form, laughter crossing his breath and pulling at his lips when you narrow your eyes up at him. and then, he’ll whisper into your skin, letting his voice and his laughter vibrate through the side of your neck.

ATSUMU is nearly as bad as kuroo, leaving bruises along your shoulders and your collarbone, dragging dull nails along your waist and up along your sternum. he’s loud and teasing, biting at the little red marks that dust your flesh, reveling at the way your fingers tangle in his hair and drift down the nape of his neck. he’ll sigh and laugh into you, breath fanning over your skin and lips fleeting as they try to capture every part of you they can.

MATSUKAWA finds solace between your thighs. he’ll bite and kiss and lick the skin that rests on your inner thigh, smiling enough that you can feel it with every kiss. his breath is warm against your skin, sending little shivers down your spine. he’ll whisper into the bruises, little murmurs of honey over and over again until you’re sure it’s the only thing he can say between kisses.

DAICHI leaves bruises all along your hips. he runs his nails along the curves of your body, drinking you in as slowly as he can before dipping his lips down below your waist. he’s sweet, slow, humming at the way your eyes flutter shut. above all else, he’s careful with you, pressing kisses only where you’ll ever allow.

SAKUSA prefers to be littered in hickeys than to give them. it’s something about the purple and red bruises blooming against his pale skin, something about you spending special time with him and him only. he’ll sigh and tangle his hands in your hair, let his eyes flutter shut, too enraptured by you to be able to take in anything else.

new dad! matsukawa who was *terrified* of having children. but now here he is, 2:37 am as he sits in his 1 week old daughters room, holding her after he finally got her to sleep, terrified of waking her up, of dropping her, of doing any kind of harm to her. but so so in love with her.

♡ 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

❥ atsumu never settles for just one kiss so when you ask him for another, he agrees almost immediately. he always tries to play it off but the look on his face—the way he smiles with the corners of his eyes crinkling—is more than enough to give him away. it’s quite amusing to watch him try and suppress the lopsided grin at his lips because he really tries to act smug about you wanting to kiss him again, but his little façade never lasts long. he likes to lean in nice and slow, pressing your foreheads together for a moment as he simply peers at you with droopy, lovesick eyes—he’s smitten, truly. atsumu likes to compliment you—or say something borderline embarrassing—before your mouths meet just so he isn’t the only one who’s grinning like a fool, and kisses you just before you can call him a dork in return with two fingers hooked beneath your chin and a pleasant hum buzzing past his lips.

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“no.”

you and oikawa’s synchronicity to iwaizumi’s announcement only upped the brewing discomfort. iwaizumi responded with a shrug, unconcerned to the damning fate he just signed you off to.

“sorry guys. makki misbooked. you’re just going to have to share a room.”

“with him?” you exclaimed, ignoring the petulant, whiny protests that escaped oikawa’s lips. “iwa, you know that i’d be more than happy to share a room. that’s not what this is about. what it is about is partnering me up with the devil incarnate himself.”

“hey!” oikawa interjected. “first things first, i’m borderline angelic. second things second, you can’t possibly pair me up with—” oikawa took the moment’s pause to gesture to you, further exaggerating the displeasure on his features.

iwaizumi sighed, his intentions of staying as far away as possible the conflict apparent in his face. “it’s just one night, you two. we’ll get separate rooms tomorrow.”

“but—stop copying me!”

“you’re the one who’s been copying me. you stop—”

“enough!”

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# things you do that give them butterflies !

✫ ft. suna , akaashi , kuroo , sakusa , oikawa , iwaizumi , atsumu x gn!reader

✫ a/n: i’m a sucker for casual intimacy. @luvrinnie i hope this makes your week a lil better <3

✫ SUNA can’t help but lean into your touch when you run your hands through his hair. “mm, keep doing that,” he tells you, closing his eyes with a gentle smile on his face. he’s laying his head in your lap, hiding his face in your stomach. and he’s lucky that you can’t see the blush on his cheeks as you comb your fingers through the soft strands. “what was that? you want me to stop?” slowly retracting your fingers, you hear a a tsk. suna laces his slender fingers around your wrist and brings it back to his head. and when you lean down to give his forehead a soft kiss, a grin breaks out on his face — all because of you.

✫ AKAASHI feels his heart rate pick up when you pull him into a hug. there’s something so innocent about the way you hold onto his waist, pulling him towards you so you could wrap your arms around him, and he loves the pure kind of love you show him. he hopes you can’t hear the beating in his chest (you can), and he prays that you never let go. “keiji.” he simply hums in response. “you give the best hugs,” you murmur into his chest. a breathy laugh leaves his mouth, and you know by the sound of it that he’s smiling. his eyes are probably crinkled, his dimple making an appearance. and you smile, too, hearing the way the beating in his chest gets just a bit faster.

✫ KUROO feels so incredibly giddy when you laugh at his jokes. he melts at the sound of your laughter. to him, it sounds like everything beautiful in the world — the dew on a spring morning, wind chimes on a breezy day, the sparkles you see on water when the sun hits it just right. and when you look up at him with the remnants of that glorious sound leaving your lips, he can’t hold himself back from placing his hand on your jaw, and slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. you’re both laughing into the kiss — the feeling of nothing but joy encased between you two — and he feels his heart burst in his chest.

✫ SAKUSA knows that he isn’t always the best at giving you affection. of course, he tells you he loves you every day, and does little things for you, but physical touch has never been his strongest point. so when you lean your head on his shoulder to get comfortable during a long and tiring train ride, sakusa looks at you with love in his eyes. to be this comfortable with him and to initiate the touch he craved so much makes him fall for you even more. he leans his head on yours, taking the chance to slowly intertwine his fingers with yours.

✫ OIKAWA feels his face burn when you tell him you’re proud of him. with sparkling eyes, you tell him the three words that mean so much to him — “i’m so proud” — which sound a lot like three other special words to him. and sometimes, he’ll pretend it was nothing, saying “of course you are, i did great out there.” but when you nod in agreement, pink paints his cheeks. other times, he’ll look at you and simply pull you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and wishing you’d tell him those words forever and more.

✫ IWAIZUMI rarely talks about his day, opting to ask about yours instead. he’s always been one to listen and support others, whether it be his team or you. however, when you ask him about his day out of the blue, his breath gets caught in his throat. all of a sudden, he’s a stuttering mess. he feels your hand slip into his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand, and he tells you about every aspect of his day: the little kid who said he wanted big arms like him, the bitter coffee at work, and how he missed you all day. at the end of it, you’re the one who’s flustered, smiling at the thought of being on his mind all day.

✫ ATSUMU lives for your attention. he says he can’t live without it. he often surprises you with little gifts, or by wrapping his arms around your waist to catch you off-guard, but once those actions are reciprocated, tsumu feels his whole body warm up with the feeling of pure love. and when you show him that you were thinking about him by bringing him some lunch to practice, or by randomly coming up to him to kiss his lips, he realizes that he’s never felt this type of love before he met you. “what was that for?” he’ll say smugly, taking ahold of your waist after you kiss his lips. “hm? nothing, just felt like doing that.” and with that, he’s pulling you in for another kiss — this one deeper, and slower. you can feel his heart beating in his chest against yours, and he hopes that your hands won’t notice how warm his cheeks are.