#domesticity being one of the purest forms of intimacy

[wttcsms]

domesticity with kageyama is when, before you’re married, before you’re even engaged, tobio will hold your hand under the dinner table, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your ring finger. it’s the way fans zoom in on his paparazzi photos, to catch a pixelated glimpse of his lockscreen; he’s a private person, but the lockscreen is definitely a selfie of the two of you. it’s the way he’s upset over court rules dictating he can’t have his wedding band on while he plays; he doesn’t like anything separating him from the feel of the ball, but his ring feels as if it’s always been a part of him. (it’s him looping the ring around the laces of his shoes, so he can always have you on the court with him). it’s having him be the designated Tall Guy; the person you look at and point to the top shelf of the cabinet or the highest shelf at the grocery store, and he’ll always be ready to grab the items for you. it’s you struggling to open the cap on a water bottle, and him always cracking open every water bottle before he leaves for an away game or big trip because he worries about you. it’s him always needing to have his toothbrush standing next to yours on the bathroom counter. it’s him being featured on a box of cereal, and you make a joke about how cute it would be to have a little kageyama enjoying breakfast promoted by his father; it’s the blush that creeps up on him as he can see it all perfectly in his head. it’s the way he can’t seem to sleep unless he’s holding you; even if you two don’t fall asleep cuddled up to each other, you can bet you’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find his arms wrapped around you, pressing your body against his.

[masqe]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 ?

          when they’re unaware : shiro 

they don't always see you. but that's a good thing. this is when you love them most. when they are so absorbed in their thoughts you can just sit there and enjoy them existing. it's the way they move through the world which made you fall in love. the grace with which they walk their path. the stubbornness. the dedication. they know their place in the universe and somehow, that makes you feel a little more confident in your existence too. they know who and what they are and there is nothing more beautiful to you than the ability to witness it all. in the simple things and the big things. the expressions they make when they think no one is looking. the way they laugh when they're not holding back. the little swears under their breath for no one but themselves. you love it all and you want to spend the rest of your life being their life's witness.

          when they're sleeping : keith 

it's not just the way they're at rest. it's that they're at rest with you. it's not just that they're safe but that they feel safe enough to let you see them like this. it's trust and it's intimacy. and you're not sure you're ready for them to see the emotions in your eyes right now. they've been through enough. you both have. sometimes it scares you just how much you love them. it terrifies you that you feel happy as they lay there, eyes closed and hair a little messy. their features twitch and you know they're dreaming and it scares you because if you fall asleep too you won't have a nightmare tonight. you'll dream of them. or nothing at all. and either way it will make you need them more. and you're not supposed to need anyone but it's them. you want to hold them in your arms and never let go. you want to protect them but you know they want to protect you to. this is the kind of love you long for and it's the kind which will hurt if you lose it. but here you are anyway. it's too late now. you're glad it's too late to go back.

          when they're getting ready for the day : james griffin 

this is all you've ever wanted. you and them and the promise of a future. you should be getting ready too. but you lay in bed for a moment, still feeling the traces of their warmth on the sheets, their scent on your skin. you watch how carefully they choose their outfit for the day. you watch as they pair the colors. you memorize that face they make when they stand at the mirror checking every detail. you savor how routine it is. you savor it because you both earned it. there is something precious in the domesticity and you vow to never take it for granted.

          when they are working : adam

see this is what you love most. their eyes light up and no one can do it quite like them. whether they are a fighter or a healer. whether they are full of grace and gentle poise, or brute strength and wild energy, you love them when they are at their purest form. raw and unfettered. unadulterated by social cues and careful masks we all wear. when they are just them, trusting their instincts, using their experience, relying on the skills they earned. this is when you heart swells with pride. and you can never decide if you want to interrupt them and draw them into your arms with a hungry, appreciative kiss. or if you could sit there and quietly observe them for hours with more satisfaction than anything physical could bring.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey, could you maybe repost your list of virgin-sherlock fics? and which ones would you recommend especially. thank you.:)

Hi Nonny! I’m actually currently going through my recs because I knew that this would come up one day! Here’s what I have on it so far; I’ll star my personal faves that you MUST read!

Gigantic by BubbleGumLizard (E, 2,135 w. || PWP, Size Kink) – John seems to avoid Sherlock seeing him naked. Sherlock wants to fix that. This is porn. Part 19 of Mystrade NaNoWriMo 2015 

What He’s Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much. [FAVE!]

Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff) – “Sunlight dappled John’s skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber.“ Part 8 of All the ways we love

Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, 3,897 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Anal/Oral, Seduction, John in Charge, Pining Sherlock, John’s Penis, Bottomlock) – Sherlock is putting together an elaborate plan of seducing John. John grows tired of waiting and takes matters into his own hands.

One Day Like This by nondeducible (E, 4,872 w. || First Time, Bed-Sharing, Romance, Fluff, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock emerged from the bathroom, the sight before him nearly took his breath away. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the bedside table. John’s skin shone like gold, his hair like the purest silver. He was on his side, facing the empty part of the bed, his outstretched hands ready to embrace whoever climbed in next to him. Sherlock could imagine, just for a second, that this was their shared bed and he was coming back to settle into John’s arms.

A Study in Intimacy by doodle (T, 5,183 w.|| First Time, Romance, Virginity, First Kiss) – People don’t touch Sherlock Holmes, not like they touch other people. Then he meets John Watson.

Strings by EstherShapiro (E, 5,267 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Massage, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Anal, PWP) – Sherlock wakes his doctor up. Was this weird? John was sitting on his bed, late at night, rubbing his hands over another man’s body? That was supposed to be weird, right? Then again, this wasn’t just some man, it was Sherlock. They were so used to each other that John didn’t even think to question it. It wasn’t weird.

Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6,090 w. || First Time, Clueless Sherlock, Texting) – Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to recieve pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

Inside by magikspell (E, 6,757 w. || Loss of Virginity, Anal / Rimming, Fluff, Humour, Awkwardness, Shy Sherlock, Bottomlock) – "Being inside someone. Feeling someone inside you.”

The space between by Salambo06 (E, 6,830 w. || PWP, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Miscommunications, Bottom Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Sexual Fantasy) – “It’s for a case,” Sherlock says as soon as John looks down at his computer. John remains silent for a long moment, eyes moving from the screen to Sherlock, before saying, “You don’t have to explain.” His voice is low, too low, and Sherlock looks at the computer, putting the video on pause. “Lestrade asked me-, no, forced me to find out who’s threatening a famous porn star, and the suspect is among his co-stars, so I only need to watch out for any signs from his partners, anything that might show they’re the one sending those threats and I can move to something else.” “Right.”

Drive by lifeonmars (M, 9,537 w. || Virginity, Awkward First Times, Minor Injuries) – John and Sherlock are stranded by the roadside, and John is injured. They need to spend the night in the back of a humvee. Sherlock is confused. John is understanding. [FAVE!]

Paparazzi by SilentAuror (E, 10,543 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Post S3) – John moves back into 221B Baker Street after his marriage falls apart and the paparazzi won’t leave him and Sherlock alone about the status of their supposed relationship. Sherlock, of course, never denies it, until one day he does…

The Thin Line by Odamaki (M, 10,809 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Awkwardness, Confessions, First Times, Anal) – John swallows. Keeps his eyes on Sherlock. Begs him not to ruin him.Sherlock leans forward over the witness box ever-so slightly, “I was distracted,” he informs the court, “by my partner, John Watson.”

Praise Me by testosterone_tea (E, 11,813 w. || Sherlock POV, Bottomlock, Dev. Rel., Virgin Sherlock, First Kiss / TimeBJ’s, Anal, Praise Kink) – In which Sherlock has an interesting physical reaction to compliments and John discovers it.

Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Christmas Spirit by  SilentAuror (M, 15,002 w. || Christmas, Domesticity, Post S3, Happy Ending) – John hates Christmas. So does Sherlock, but he suggests that they do Christmas "properly” this year to see if they can’t track down its elusive magic and discover for themselves what Christmas is supposed to be about. [FAVE!!!]

In A Changing Age by allonsys_girl (E, 15,590 w. || Victorian AU, Virgin / Demi Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Love Confessions, Mild H/C) – Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there. [FAVE!]

For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket (E, 19,557 w. || Jealous Idiots, Virgin Sherlock, UST/RST, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss / Time, Insecure Sherlock, Masturbation) – Sherlock realizes he has fallen in love with John, but believes he is unlovable. Cue lots of pining and jealousy on Sherlock’s part, followed by our favorite cuddly marksman making it all better. Because for Sherlock, there’s only John. [FAVE!]

At the Heart of it All by SilentAuror (E, 19,812 w. || Virgin Sherlock, Post S3, POV John, Domestics, First Time, Kissing, Romance) – John has been back at Baker Street for four months now and thinks it’s about time they had the Talk to see whether or not they could be more than friends. Sherlock has a lot of uncertainty about this concept for multiple reasons. Unabashed romance.

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?) [FAVE, MUST READ!]

State of Flux by Atiki (E, 24,655 w. || Sherlock POV, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Friends to Lovers, Frottage, Cuddles and Snuggles, Awkwardness, Insecure/Virgin Sherlock, Romance) – John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they’re both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen. [FAVE!]

Bedtime Stories by Liketheriver (M, 34,388 w. || Emotional H/C, Romance, Angst & Humour, Bed Sharing, John First Person, TRF, John Whump) – John’s POV during Season 2 and beyond when Sherlock takes up semi-permanent residence in his bed. A collection of codas and missing scenes wrapped up into one long fic and topped with a bow that takes the story beyond Reichenbach and into happy territory once more. Part 1 of Bedtime Universe

The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm (E, 35,663 w. || Alternating POV, MollyxJohn [Molly pines for John], Public Sex, Casual Sex, Obliviousness, BAMF!John, Awkwardness, Angst & Humour, First Time, Virgin Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock) – Molly sees John in a new light and realises that she may have hitched her horse to the wrong wagon…or something like that. John pines for Sherlock and worries what he will think if he ever finds out. And Sherlock doesn’t know what Molly’s up to…but he knows he doesn’t like it.

A Promise Made to Be Broken by PlantsAreNeat (E, 37,018 w. || Fake Relationship, Pining, Slow Burn, RST, Eventual Relationship, POV Sherlock) – A young John makes an ‘if we’re still single at 40, we’ll get together’ pledge to a woman who ends up all wrong for him. She keeps reminding him of the promise, and won’t let go of it. John asks Sherlock to pose as his boyfriend at a family wedding, so as to dash her hopes permanently. Sherlock, who has at last acknowledged his feelings for John, reluctantly agrees despite knowing how painful it will be to ‘have’ John, but not keep him. [FAVE FAVE FAVE! MUST READ!!]

Spare Change by Ermerness (E, 51,966 w. || Rich Holmeses AU || First Kiss / Time, Holmes Family, Virgin Sherlock, Anal, First Meetings) – The Holmes family is one of the richest and most powerful in England. Sherlock spends his time flying around the world on the family’s private jet drinking a lot and shopping at expensive boutiques as a way of trying to alleviate his endless boredom. His mother decides it’s time he settles down with someone powerful, wealthy and well connected. John Watson happens to be none of those things.

The Moonlight and the Frost by CaitlinFairchild (E, 77,289 w. || Case Fic, Post-HLV, Self Harm, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Oral/Anal/Rimming, Romance, Angst, Mary is Not Nice) – John has to somehow rebuild his life in the wake of Mary’s betrayal and Sherlock’s deceptions.

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (E, 157,369 w. || Post-TRF, John First POV, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Present Tense, Imaginary Sherlock) – “Do you just carry on talking when I’m away?”

[itsandreneely]

everything fits in the room (simone aughterlony & jen rosenblit)

What it’s made ends up being destroyed, over time, over choice, over exhaustion, through decay. Nothing stays still, no existence is eternal. We inhabit an ephemeral space of performance and performativity, we exist in a constant battle to assert the certainty of our present self whilst striving to fight for the importance of it’s temporal fluidity.

The work happens in an industrial warehouse space, in which a brick wall is built in the middle. The audience is free to wander, in between the materials - performers and objects -, being given the freedom to curate their own experience, to compose their own images and change their own presence in the space throughout the duration of the gathering/ritual/performance. Just as the kitchen/sound desk is moveable, like an island moving to find different coasts to attach itself to, so is the audience. Everything is changing, growing and disappearing. Time keeps passing and nothing stays static. To assume stability, or assume that some things are fixed, that some things are suspended somehow in space and time is to completely forget the inescapable nature of time-passing. But somehow here, in this both run-down and state of the art laboratory of scientists on acid, it’s like temporality has found a suspension, it’s as if time is comfortably balancing itself on top of the ruins left by an unforgivable late-capitalist hurricane. Time, sound, affect, bodies, wind - they’re all materials here, they can all be played, they can all be experimented with.

Everything is a material and everything can be used in strategies for world-making. Everything fits, It’s all allowed - like Deirdre Heddon and Dominic Johnson have titled their book on the works of British artist Adrien Howells, who was known for his intimate performances -. Everything fits in the room. Everything morphs into one, and at the same time retains it’s individuality whilst never losing the potential of morphing into something else again. Simone caresses, and touches, and grabs, and stitches, and clips Jen’s hair to the wall and to herself and to harnesses and to a grapefruit and to plants and bones and logs; to the (hu/wo/wy)manmade and to nature; Jen’s hair is a link, is a part of another material, a part of Jen but also a material in itself; it becomes individual through focus and through use - but as everything in this show, in this room, in this world - it is ephemeral, it is decaying, it is in it’s own journey of transformation, it becomes and un-becomes in its own non-linear process of temporality.

I catch Simone squeezing the juice of a grapefruit directly into Jen’s mouth and although hot and filled with unashamedly wild desire, it is also a break, it is slow or even still, it’s pure care and intimacy, it’s an image and a togetherness that isn’t afraid of existing at it’s own pace and in it’s own time. And everything else momentarily comes to a stop and we’re all breathing, and connecting to each other through the juice that’s dripping from that fruit. And I’m there in the middle, overstimulated, frenetically walking across the space, trying to find new places to position myself, new images to absorb, afraid of missing out on compositions my body and eyes could’ve unlocked. I’m unable to stay still, to remain stable, to trust the depth of what will come if I accept that even in my stillness everything around me is and will be in a constant infinitely changing movement, that being still can be as or more active and radical and transformative than moving with no aim, placing with no context.

Then Miguel and Colin stop playing and there’s a silence. We’re suspended again, just breathing. The island/kitchen/lab is on the other side of the room. They’re looking at each other and walking slightly away from their laptops and the sound desk. The sound that up until now has been electronically produced and mixed, is replaced by the openness of their mouths and vocal cords, a fully human made harmony. And I’m still there in the middle, surrounded by people that I was recently forced to renegotiate how to relate to, how to find togetherness with, how to preserve, to love, or move with them despite changes and despite distance. So I’m confronted with my own way of understanding community, and of acting togetherness; I’m confronted with the performativity of my openness and the body language of my honesty, with my emotional bursts and the impulsiveness of my life movements; I’m reminded of the different iterations of queer scenes I’ve experienced and at the sometimes so overtly exterior and exaggerated performance of emotion and care, in contrast with an incapability of allowing space for true and raw vulnerability.

I’m now the island floating in the middle of that warehouse that I’m sharing with so many people I’ve shared other warehouses with before, and I’m holding myself in the same position and in the same place,- I’m still - while I look at Jen becoming more and more acquainted to this log, and while I look at the log crossing and interacting with the pink, green and white neon lights in the wall behind them. But I can’t not think about how much I kept moving before, and I can’t not think of how much I always move and strive to move in general; and I think I regret, and I think of regret, or with regret. I think of how quickly I move as soon as I’m settling in some place where I allow myself to be vulnerable; as if I’m scared; like I’m not in touch or I don’t allow myself to be in touch with the multiplicity of my emotions and depth of being, I don’t allow myself to gather the different and contradictory parts of my fluid self - I’m just committed to a fragmented existence where I temporarily inhabit different parts of my identity on their own but I never allow myself the time, space and trust to let them exist together at the same time-. And I wonder how much of my ecstatic and fragmented existence comes from the polarity of my manic depression and how much it comes from the influence of quantity-driven and superficial capitalist paces of production and commodity. Then suddenly just like Colin I’m being sucked head first into the drain of my kitchen sink.

When our times, and our flawed structures and systems, found a way of taming and assimilating and attempt to eternalise performance by preserving its ephemeral nature - through archiving it in museums and institutions, through exhibiting their remains, through overanalysing and glorifying the mess they leave behind - Aughterlony and Rosenblit create a piece who cleans after itself, who understands the need for care: for one another, for art, for it’s materials, for the world but above of all for the moment and for the now, for ephemerality. They refuse displacement and futurity by facing the utopian possibilities of a queer now, the potentiality of diving into the dystopianism of domesticity and twist the programmed perspectives with which we approach it.

And by exhausting the use of domestic objects, by transforming their meaning, by covering our learnt behaviours with their shape, by intensifying the way we use them and the how we use them, we arrive at an exploration of nature, or wildness in it’s purest form(s), we arrive at an individual and collective togetherness that socialisation has taken away from us. We return to unlearned behaviours of relating that are given to us not by civilisation but by wildness, by the true core of our flesh. I was sat in HAU1 a couple of months ago listening to Jack Halberstam argue that in the face of a civilisation which has so clearly failed us, our only escape from the ways it constrains us and our relations, is to look at wildness as it’s opposite and consider the possibilities it holds. And here Aughterlony and Rosenblit give desire, they give bodies, give feeling and curiosity a chance - however that might look, however those bodies might move, however those objects find their true expression, however this room and us end up filled - or not. We can be together although the space to do so is constantly taken away from us. We can make space, we can hold it so we can hold each other, we can find breaches in time, space and matter for our identities to clash and for our skins to meet. Our skin is the only membrane that can protect us from inner degradation under the outside pressures of socialised doom.

Now hold me, please. I’ll try not go anywhere.

[wttcsms]

saying let's get married;

domestic and sweet moments during the first year of newly-wed life (f!reader) <3

KUROO — "my wife" this and "my wife" that to the point where all his friends and coworkers are groaning and saying we get it, man! you're married now! his dorky nonfiction books taking up all the space on the nightstand. helping him tame his bed hair when he wakes up and is trying to get ready for work. created a powerpoint presentation where he told you he was going to give you the most epic promotion of a lifetime (the powerpoint was themed to mimic an HR presentation describing new employee benefits and perks, along with what the new position would consist of; the final slide asked "do you accept the position of being tetsurou kuroo's wife? limited time bonus offer includes a diamond ring!")

OSAMU — doesn't know how to fold your clothes properly (it's not weaponized incompetence, he just doesn't understand why your tops have these many strings and components to them). tries out all his new recipes with you as his taste-testing guinea pigs. during your wedding reception, atsumu asked you who was cuter: him or osamu. on your off days from your job, you go to onigiri miya and help him close down the shop. blowing bubbles at him from the soap that foams up when you're washing the dishes. him knowing where you're most ticklish and using it against you every time he asks you for a minor favor.

BOKUTO — asks you about kid names before he even pops the question. wants you to quiz him on your family tree because he so badly wants to impress them when he's meeting them (he then asks for a quiz on your extended family once the wedding date is scheduled). gets excited when he sees those corny tiktoks that claim "these initials are soulmates" and he sees yours and his initials paired together; he'll send you those tiktoks and go "babe, look!!! i told u we were meant to be!!" brings you up any time he can, whether it's in regular conversation with friends, small talk with a cashier, a meet n greet with a fan, or a post-game interview. loves to do push-ups with you on his back.

OIKAWA — makes a vision board at the beginning of the year, except the main image is a horribly photoshopped picture of your head pasted on some stock photo of a bride. he was showing you something on his phone, and the notification from his jeweler announcing that your engagement ring was ready for pick up popped up and he nearly dropped his phone while trying to hurriedly swipe away the notification whilst shielding his screen from you. gets all pouty and wants to be the little spoon; will also start asking you "baaaabe, would you still love me if i was a worm?" saw you in the stands booing his opposing team, and whistled, exclaiming "that's my girl!" panics when he sees strands of his hair on the bathroom floor; proceeds to ask you if you'll still be with him even if he becomes bald. then asks if you'll pay for his hair transplant (as a joke; you never use your card when you're with him).

[wttcsms]

domesticity with nanami is him leaving you a kiss on your forehead before he leaves for work; you’re still asleep, and he has to be in the office bright and early. it’s you packing him lunch with notes written on heart-shaped sticky notes, telling him to have a good day! i love you! it’s the way he says your name after a long day at the office, on an exhale, and it would be almost like a sigh if he didn’t sound so relieved when he says it, like just the sight of you, just the sound of your name, shoots life right back into his system. it’s him having you pick out his tie for work, and he’s fully capable of tying it himself, but even when you struggle to do so, having to get on your tiptoes to even reach, he loves how his tie looks (crooked, loosely knotted) when it’s you doing it for him. it’s you reading the books he hasn’t had the time to get to, and it’s him listening intently as you summarize everything that happens in it. it’s your name with a heart next to it in his contacts; no one else has something so special and unprofessional saved in his phone contacts. it’s buying stuff from ikea and sitting pretty while he rolls up his sleeves and starts assembling it for you. it’s comfort and security in knowing that you can love someone so much to be satisfied with a simple life.

[wttcsms]

domesticity with rin is cleaning up your shared penthouse after hosting a party for him and his teammates. it’s the sweet silence that’s shared between the two of you when he wakes up at five to get ready for the day, and you’re fighting off your grogginess and trying to get up with him but he shushes your incoherent morning ramblings with a kiss to your forehead. it’s him driving with one hand on the steering wheel and his other holding yours, always bringing your hand up to his mouth so he can brush a kiss against your knuckles. it’s you wiping down the glass frames that hold his most iconic jerseys, and it’s him playing with his wedding band during interviews. it’s mealprepping with him before the season starts, both of you making the kitchen a mess because he’s good at a lot of things and cooking just isn’t one of them. it’s the sound of his voice through the speakers on your phone; he leaves you long voicemails detailing you about his day because sometimes, games take him to different countries and the time difference is too severe. you call them your personal podcasts and you fall asleep to them. it’s his clothes being yours; no sweatshirt or pair of boxers is safe from you, and he secretly loves that. it’s the way his instagram is rarely ever used, unless he’s posting a mandatory sponsored post or a picture of you — very rarely does he share his personal life, and it’s never captioned, but domesticity with rin is knowing that this romance won’t die because the two of you are keeping it just yours.

[wttcsms]

domesticity with colt is him filling a jar with pink skittles that he had to meticulously pick out because he knows that those are your favorite (and that you like them for the aesthetic). it’s him having an album of pictures he’s taken of you when you’re not ready (washing the dishes or hyperfixated on the tv) and you think you look goofy in all of them but he swears (and believes) that you look absolutely beautiful. it’s you always being a passenger princess but still always wanting to place your order at the drive thru speaker (even though he knows all your complicated orders by heart). it’s him ignoring the way you dig your palms into his thigh trying to keep yourself upright, and he knows the employee must think you two are obnoxious, but all colt can do is stare at you with heart eyes. it’s the way in every photo taken of you two together, he’s never looking at the camera; he’s looking at you. it’s him sprinting, nearly slipping on the ice on the pavement and breaking his ankle, because you beat him to the car but he still wanted to open the door for you. it’s spending a sunday afternoon together, grocery shopping in target, and he’s pushing the cart (because you know you’ve got a boy down bad if he’s doing this). it’s you accidentally getting little egg shells in the scrambled eggs you make him, and he’s telling you (with a smile) “that’s ok, babe, i like the extra crunch”. its asking him insane hypotheticals to gauge his loyalty, and he passes with flying colors every time. it’s your “what if the hot bartender offers you free drinks because she thinks you’re cute and wants you to herself”, and it’s his “im telling her i made a vow of sobriety and i’m never drinking again”. it’s love that’s so simple and pure and all yours.

[kisimet]

I love this asshole

domesticity with naoya is waking up to the weight of his arm wrapped around your body. it’s you focusing on a task and finally looking up at your surroundings, only to find out that naoya’s been silently admiring you the whole time. it’s him helping you in the kitchen; he’s clumsy and unsure of his movements, scoffs when you try to give him gentle guidance, and ultimately ends up just taking a step back and let’s you do all the work. it’s him learning how to do the dishes, because he’s never had to do stuff like this growing up and he grumbles and complains about doing them, and then he’ll walk up to you to announce that he’s just washed the dishes. it’s you hugging him and saying thank you, because even though something like that is below the bare minimum, it’s a matter of him going over mountains worth of pride and outdated traditions to take this step. it’s him casually talking about the future family the two of you will have. it’s always our son this and our daughter that. it’s him carrying your bags when you two go shopping, and it’s him being upset if you don’t let him pull out the chair for you when you two go out to eat. it’s him whispering i love you in the quiet of your shared bedroom but only when he thinks you’re asleep because he’s not used to being so open or vulnerable. it’s him swallowing down his pride and standing in front of you before kneeling down on the ground — he’s never been one to kneel — and he’s asking, begging, you to marry him. it’s him never believing that he’ll marry someone who he actually wants; never in his daydreams about the future did they involve him doing menial tasks like making the bed together. it’s choosing each other.

[wttcsms]

do you guys want “balancing act” spoilers bc we are now 9k into part one and the outline for the entire series came out so nicely and im so!!!!! excited !!!!! lots of domesticity and ofc we all know my favorite theme to tackle is the idea of domesticity being one of the purest forms of intimacy + we get to see gojo really open up and shed that faux skin of being a cocky playboy and we see his sincerity and kind personality in hyper focus and-

[wttcsms]

domesticity with iwaizumi is his whey protein taking up all the space in the pantry. it’s you jokingly complaining about the stench of his sweat every time he’s done with a workout only for him to chase you around the house, arms stretched out with the threat of giving you a massive hug. it’s cheat meals on saturday where the two of you sit on the couch and eat whatever you want with no regrets, and it’s weekends where the two of you watch horrible reality dating competition shows and add your own commentary. it’s you calling him every time you’re forced to go to the mechanic by yourself, and you have zero clue as to what’s happening, so it’s also you putting him on speaker and making him deal with the mechanic. it’s screaming like you’re getting murdered and he rushes to your rescue, only to find you cowering in the corner of the bathroom, pointing at a furry spider. it’s you clinging onto his arm as you screech at him to kill it, hurry!!! and he’s telling you that he’s trying, babe, but you’re cutting off the circulation in his biceps right now and it’s kinda hard to move when you won’t let him. it’s him killing it and you peppering his reddening cheeks with kisses, calling him your hero, and he tells you to knock it off (spoiler: he doesn’t actually mean it). it’s struggling to open up jars and him coming to your rescue every time. it’s sleeping in on sundays and every mundane action being laced with love.

[wttcsms]

domesticity with suna is both of you sleeping through the alarm, resulting in the two of you waking up to each other with wide eyes and exclamations of holy shit, we’re late!. it’s you trying to simultaneously fix your hair and brush your teeth, and you glance up at your reflection in the mirror, only to see a bleary eyed suna behind you, giving you a goofy grin. it’s you trying to speak with your toothbrush in your mouth, asking him what he’s doing, and he just smiles and kisses you on the forehead, muttering something that sounds like yer cute. it’s him laughing at you on the rare instances where you drive him around. he’s taller than you, so it makes sense that his seat is pushed farther from the wheel, and he records you as you push the driver’s seat closer to the wheel, ignoring your cries for him to shut up and leave me alone. it’s pulling up to the drive thru and as you place your order through the speaker, he’s tickling you, trying to distract you, and there’s cameras, yknow. the employees can definitely see y’all, and he hits the right spot that has you almost screeching into the speaker, and you’re so embarrassed right now, you don’t even want to pull up. it’s getting tiktoks sent to you when he’s in between sets at the gym or about to start a game. it’s him still wearing the silly beaded friendship bracelet you made for him when you two were in high school. (he only takes it off during games, and that’s because it’s against regulations). it’s him going on do not disturb, but the only calls and texts allowed to go through are from you. it’s you making him a sentimentalist.

[wttcsms]

domesticity with atsumu is him never putting the toilet seat down. it’s sharing the same body wash, so sometimes you go to bed smelling like axe for men 3-in-1 (only in your weakest moments) or he’ll “accidentally” bring your bottle of body wash when he travels for away games (it’s never an accident; the scent reminds him of you and after a long day and being miles away from you, he just wants to be with you in any way he can). it’s you always wearing a sweatshirt or t-shirt that has the msby black jackals logo slapped on it (and it’s always two sizes too big because it’s technically atsumu’s). it’s atsumu’s homescreen being a photo of you when you think you look your worst — photos of you mid-bite during meals or when you’re knocked out on the couch. it’s atsumu always offering to host parties or get togethers at your house because he’s nothing if not boastful, and there’s nothing but pride in his tone when he first invites his teammates over and tells them welcome to our home. it’s him traveling a lot during the season, and you planning to pretend not to care that he’s back, but you can’t go through with the tiny prank because you’re jumping straight into his arms before he can even finish fumbling with the door. it’s grocery shopping on a tuesday afternoon and he’s pushing the cart (because you know you’ve got a guy down bad if he’s grocery shopping with you and pushing the cart). it’s waking up to the weight and warmth of his body pressed up against yours, and disgustingly enough (or maybe endearingly) it’s his drool being on your pillow. it’s watching action movies with no discernible plot on his rare days off. it’s you being his emergency contact every time he needs to fill out an application. it’s you and him in the bathroom arguing about the box dye instructions. it’s him hanging up the tv crooked because he swears he can do it, babe, just trust him on this, and you know atsumu (maybe even better than you know yourself) so you know that he definitely cannot do it, but you don’t really care because it’s atsumu, and you think you’ll let him get away with just about anything (especially because he does this cute thing where he sticks out his tongue when he’s deep in concentration). it’s the tv still being crooked. it’s the way you always bring it up to tease him, and it’s him saying fine, if it’s that bad, we’ll call someone else to do it, and he’s pouting when he says it, just like a little kid, and it’s you saying i never said we had to get it fixed, and it’s the two of you being accustomed to tilting your heads just the slightest when watching a show, and it’s the two of you being so used to doing that that whenever y’all go to someone else’s house and subconsciously tilt your heads to watch the tv, all your friends think it’s hilarious. it’s tiny mannerisms that are born from situations only the two of you know about, and it’s arguing about petty things, and it’s atsumu not caring about his online haters because he knows he’ll always be able to go home to his number one fan. 

[wttcsms]

domesticity with naoya is waking up to the weight of his arm wrapped around your body. it’s you focusing on a task and finally looking up at your surroundings, only to find out that naoya’s been silently admiring you the whole time. it’s him helping you in the kitchen; he’s clumsy and unsure of his movements, scoffs when you try to give him gentle guidance, and ultimately ends up just taking a step back and let’s you do all the work. it’s him learning how to do the dishes, because he’s never had to do stuff like this growing up and he grumbles and complains about doing them, and then he’ll walk up to you to announce that he’s just washed the dishes. it’s you hugging him and saying thank you, because even though something like that is below the bare minimum, it’s a matter of him going over mountains worth of pride and outdated traditions to take this step. it’s him casually talking about the future family the two of you will have. it’s always our son this and our daughter that. it’s him carrying your bags when you two go shopping, and it’s him being upset if you don’t let him pull out the chair for you when you two go out to eat. it’s him whispering i love you in the quiet of your shared bedroom but only when he thinks you’re asleep because he’s not used to being so open or vulnerable. it’s him swallowing down his pride and standing in front of you before kneeling down on the ground — he’s never been one to kneel — and he’s asking, begging, you to marry him. it’s him never believing that he’ll marry someone who he actually wants; never in his daydreams about the future did they involve him doing menial tasks like making the bed together. it’s choosing each other.