#domestic haikyuu fluff

[satoruzlove]

long term boyfie! kiyoomi who’s now off- season and at home a lot more, who dreads when you leave for work.

“do you prefer your sandwiches cut diagonally?”kiyoomi hollers from the kitchen. you huff as you try to preen your blazer correctly, toddling downstairs to answer him. a pretty pink apron adorns his toned figure, “ anything, kiyo,” you sigh grabbing your bottle. he doesn’t miss your dismissive tone - but says nothing. “ do you want grapes? and they’re the green ones, i know you like-,” ,” kiyoomi , i’m going to work. not a field trip.” you deadpan.

your raven haired lover pouts with his back turned to you, and as he packs up your lunch he moves toward you. smoothing your hair and softly squeezing your shoulders, he sighs. “ you don’t have to be mean, y’know,” he mutters ,” i’m trying to be supportive here.” he says with a faux tone of hurt. a smile pulls at your lips as you flick his forehead, “ well then try harder,” you challenge.

he smirks down at your put- together figure as a small ‘ oh yeah?’ leaves his supple lips , grabbing you and prompting a fit of giggles. he kisses and gnaws at your sweet skin , before you truly know it, you’re late to work.

kiyoomi hates when you have to leave for work, but as long as you have moments like this, he doesn’t really mind as much.

don’t tell anyone, but when i see ppl w kiyoomi’s name in their user i immediately stalk them and mentally take note of them</333 kiyo lovers unite

[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.

[zmbiesuga]

osamu x gn!reader, domestic fluff, osamu calls reader "sweetpea", reader calls osamu "baby", oh how i yearn for him <3

Osamu's morning routine was solid.

He woke up at 5 every morning, despite the fact that Onigiri Miya opened at 8. When he was younger, he would've gone for a jog to keep himself in shape. Now however, he feels no need to change anything about himself.

It always takes him a little, before he berudgingly gets out of bed and trudges to the bathroom that's connected to your shared bedroom, his safe space. The room the two of you share every night, tight in one another's embrace.

He starts the shower, and spends about the first five minutes allowing the warm water to cascade down his body, finally waking him up fully.

It's about 5:30-ish, when he's done. He brushes his teeth, with your toothpaste today, because his ran out. The taste reminds him of you, everything does.

When he's done with his teeth, getting dressed, putting in his contacts and messing with his hair, it's almost 6:10. He was supposed to wake you up at 6, but he knows you all too well, and his efforts would be wasted if he tried.

"Sweetpea," he whispers, shaking your shoulder gently, your tired groan hurting his heart just a little, "it's 6:10...gotta get up."

"Samu...10 more minutes..." you whine, just like every morning, making his small smile break out again, "...lay with me, please?" you plead, but it's not like you have to. Before you can even finish your question, he's already back in the warm bed for you, setting his phone alarm for 6:20.

His chest presses against your back, pulling you close as he presses soft kisses all over your face and neck, making your sleepy heart flutter while the fatigue overtakes you once more.

Osamu knows you won't wake up at 6:20, or 6:30 or even 6:45, but he doesn't care. Because this is how he spends his morning, wrapped up with you after already getting himself ready for the day, hitting snooze on that obnoxious alarm until he morally can't anymore, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

[oomisluvr]

domestic sakusa (are we suprised) 

“WILL you check the oven for me?” you call over your shoulder, your hands occupied with washing dishes from your lunchtime snack, “I think I left something in there.”

Panic flashes behind Kiyoomi’s eyes, brows raised in alarm, “It’s not on is it? You need to be more careful when dealing with heat–”

You bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a smile, watching him stare into the oven with confusion. 

“There’s bread in here?” He asks, reaching inside to hold the small roll in his palm, “The oven wasn’t on either.” He trails off, trekking across the kitchen to stand at your side.

Plates now washed, you dry your hands with a dishtowel, leaning against the sink with an excited smile. 

Kiyoomi studies your expression, breaking off a puffy chunk of bread and stuffing it into his mouth before munching thoughtfully, “This is really good.”

“Kiyoomi–”

“Here,” He pushes a piece of bread to your lips, looking at you expectantly, “Try.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, losing your cool, “You aren’t a little curious as to how that got there? The one, singular roll?”

“You put it there.” He confirms while still chewing, the small roll half-way devoured.

“But why would I put it there?”

He eyes you like you're crazy, “Because you wanted to keep it warm? I don’t know.”

“Okay, let’s start again–” he offers you the last piece of the dinner roll and you take it, chewing before continuing, “What’s in the oven?”

“Nothing, now.” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “We just ate it all.”

You sigh. How could he be so dense? “Alright, what was in the oven?”

“Some bread.” he supplies confidently. 

“No!” you laugh, “What’s another word for bread?”

“Starch?”

“No, give me another one.” 

“Carbs? Rolls? Buns?”

“Buns!” You emphasize, “And where was the bun?”

“In the oven.” 

You thrust your hands up to solidify your point. The air goes still, and you can practically see the gears turning in that empty, athletic head of his. Realization hits him like a bullet train, knocking the breath from his lungs. His heart starts then stops then starts again, beating faster than it ever has. His face contorts in a series of expressions, first shock, then disbelief, then his lips pull up into a wobbly grin. He shakes his head rapidly, blinking equally as fast. 

“Stop.” he says, voice cracking, “Don’t mess with me like this. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking, Ki.” you whisper, finding his hands and placing them against your stomach, “We’re going to be parents.” 

“How far along are you?” He immediately fires off, sounding pained, “Have you been feeling well? How many appointments have you gone to already? We need to start planning immediately–”

“Easy, Ki, I’ve been feeling just fine.” you laugh, reaching a comforting hand to his jaw and stroking lightly, “I’m just 12 weeks, so she’s the size of a lime right about now.”

“She?” Something like a choked sob escapes Kiyoomi as he falls to his knees, speaking to your stomach with tears in his eyes, “Hi, princess! Hi, pumpkin! You’re getting so big! I’m your dad! I’m sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner, I didn’t know you were in there!” 

“She’s been doing really well.” You say, “No complications so far. She’s been going strong.”

“That’s amazing!” He babbles to your navel, “You’re so strong, just like your mother. You’re going to grow up and be whoever you want to be and you’re going to be the best at it!” He wipes a stray tear with the back of his hand, “I promise I’ll be the best dad to you. We’re going to be best friends!” 

You laugh at that, and Kiyoomi looks up at you with wide eyes, as if suddenly realizing you were there. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, “For giving me a chance.”

BONUS:

"You totally ate our baby, by the way." You laugh against Kiyoomi's side, leaning your head on the arm stretched behind you, "Just devoured the bun in three bites."

"You couldn't tell me like a normal person?" He jokes, "With an actual pregnancy test?"

"This way was cuter!" You whine, "I can't wait to post it."

"Post it?" He parrots, "You were recording me?"

"Just the first bit," you smile, "When you couldn't put the pieces together. Hilarious."

"You're evil," he jests, "Our baby better not absorb any of your evilness."

"Absorb my evilness! Really?"

"Yes," he confirms, "Through the placenta cord or whatever it's called."

You shake your head with a smile, sitting up to turn off the lamp on the nightstand, "Goodnight, I'm not doing this with you." You shuffle under the covers.

"Goodnight, I love you." He presses a kiss against your temple, reaching a hand around your torso to palm your stomach. In a smaller voice, he whispers. "I love you, too."

[carleycore]

When they insult you (Kenma and Oikawa pt. 2)

A/N thank you all for the suggestions and support! The ideas came from @multi-fandom-fanfic !!

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (i think that’s right) 

Warnings: Mentions of eds, self deprecating thoughts and fluff

Part One 

(Kenma)

After you left he felt bad, he really did. But, he was still frustrated so he finished the stream and went to bed. Hoping you would’ve cooled down by then, but you hadn’t. You were fast asleep in the guest room with dried tears on your face.

The next day he apologized, you forgave him, and he thought that was the end of everything.

The only difference he noticed was how you seem more tired and less enthusiastic.

Before, you were more than happy to wedding plan, and it made him smile seeing how happy you were.

Now, every little thing was seeming to stress you out and you were gone a lot more.

Upon further inspection, he found out you had gotten a job.

“Y/N? Why did i find out that you were working at the new arcade downtown?”

“Oh,” you answered tiredly, “you wanted me to, you remember?”

And he did remember. And he felt horrible.

Somehow his fans knew too.

“What do you mean, what's wrong with Y/N?” he was reading his chats. His entire stream had comments flooded with questions about Y/N

Why isn't Y/N posting anymore?

Did you and your fiancee break up?

Y/N looks so tired recently.

And he knew they were right. Ending his stream he went downstairs and saw you crying on the couch. Looking from your phone to your computer like your life depended on it.

“Is... Is everything okay?” He asked, cuddling you.

“Yeah,” you sniffled, “just balancing school, work, and the wedding is a lot. It's getting overwhelming.”

“Y/N, I'm so sorry. I was just having a bad day and I took it out on you. I'm so so sorry my love.”

“It's okay, Ken. Just please, never do that again.”

“Noted, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

(Oikawa)

Oikawa didn’t apologize. He didn’t tend to. But, you didn’t need him to. You just carried on with your life, only difference was now you were working out more and eating less. 

And Tooru noticed. Complimenting on how beautiful you looked. He must’ve really thought you looked good as the very next day he informed you his friends were coming over for dinner. The same friends he saw in the store.

"Y/N you look beautiful!” Nami complimented, handing you a present filled with baby stuff.

“Thank you, I’ve been trying.” 

“You don’t need to work out,” she said seriously, “I wish I could gain some weight, I hate how disproportionate my body looks due to my bump,” She whined, as you both took a seat at the table.

“That’s nonsense dear,” her husband chimed in. You look amazing. 

That was the support you wished you got from your husband.

Especially now. You didn’t feel well at all.

You knew something was wrong.

And you were right. The very next moment you passed out on the table. 

Next thing you knew, you were lying on a hospital bed. 

“Oh my gosh, Y/N. I’m so happy you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you or the baby.”

“You got really fucking lucky Oikawa,” Nami sneered, “she was starving herself because you talked about the way she looked while she’s pregnant with YOUR baby.”  

After making sure you were okay and slapping Oikawa Nami and Sato left. 

“Y/N- I-”

“Just save It Tooru. I don’t want to see you right now.”

“I-I know you’re mad at me. You have every right to be. Just know It’ll never happen again and I’ll never stop trying to get you to forgive me. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m so, so sorry.”

I hope you guys enjoyed! More characters coming soon.

[maycat-19-142]

Kenma x video game streamer reader

A/n: happy birthday kenma yes I know this is months late but this was written on his birthday 🎂

⚠️: gender neutral reader marriage, relationship going public, let me know if I missed anything

Yall meet in high school

You were an exchange student and he had 6/7 classes with you

So yall were together a lot

So when you started to date it was not really a surprise

Most thought yall wouldn't last but here you are 10 years later

You worked as a programmer with a streaming job on the side for years

Till you hit 900k

You choose with rhe help of kenma to become a streamer full time

So now you both were steamers

And did any one know that you were engaged to kenma

No but was is kinda obvious

You both wore each other murch

Fans put it together after 2 things

1. You both started to ware wedding bands

2. You came in his office while he was streaming to give him food

Fans only saw your hand and heard your voice

Yet the found out

So QnA live

People asked so many questions

And yall answered most of them

So was it good to have your relationship revealed

I guess so yall were seane together more at cons

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

[scarletevening]

twister [ sakusa kiyoomi ]

its my bday so bday drabble hehehe

cw: foul language, some suggestive bits, implied fem!reader

“scratch my back,” sakusa groans, melting into the couch, lying on his stomach with his bulky legs on your lap,

“no, you can do it yourself,” you dramatically groaned back, too tired from work. he shot a glare over his shoulder, freshly washed hair sticking to his forehead in strands. you gave a sarcastic smile back to him, leaning over and running your fingers through his hair, causing him to soften, 

“at least scratch my scalp,“ he pleaded, causing you to do anything but humor him as you pulled your hand away, to his disappointment. “c’mon, sweetheart, please,“ he whined, 

“with your wrists you could probably do it by yourself.“ he groaned, a dramatic, exhausted, emotional, angry, exhale leaving his lips. you could feel your chest tighten as you silently laughed, opting to loudly inhale. another glare, with a smile you couldn’t see.

“I’m not a contortionist, now please scratch my fucking back” you can’t help it as you laugh, holding onto his calves as you laugh, his choking chuckle joining you

“when did you get so needy? and besides, not a contortionist my ass have you seen your wrists??” he scoffs, 

“Yeah, my wrists dumbass, besides i’ve seen my wrists plenty when i fing--”, you slam a pillow on his head, laughter abruptly stopped by your jaw on the floor and the muted retaliations as kiyoomi reaches back to grasp at the pillow, bursting out into laughter as he sees your face, dumbfounded with your mouth wide open. he can feel his eyes burning as he shakes with amusement, his legs raising out of your lap as he turned his upper body to rest on one arm and look at you. Your face filled with an obnoxious grin, neck pulled taught at you pursed your lips together to not laugh, kiyoomi simply looking at you, the same expression on his face. 

and when your eyes met, the two of you turned to kids, laughing and giggling like there wouldn’t be a noise complaint about your idiotic humor, hands slamming against the surface of the sofa, choking in unfunny humor as your stomachs began to hurt. 

your eyes filled with tears as you escaped the weight of his legs to lie on top of him, still exasperated and laughing, kiyoomi using the pillow to defend himself as you nearly shouted when he opened his mouth again, grinning.

“i’ll shut up if you scratch my back.“

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he gives me such deep ‘i make dirty jokes with everyone and you can’t stop me’ vibes it actually insane [thats literally me]  i just love the idea of domestic life its so cutie

directory 

[moonswolfie]

True love's kiss

Kenma x gn!reader

i was actually debating between this idea and a "take your kid to work day" idea where kenma would take the kid to the company and hyjinx ensue but i ended up going with this one, might still use this idea for a different character tho

the next part won't have just a daughter i promise i just really love imagining the characters with a daughter (；′⌒`)

"Wait. Where's daddy?" Koyuki's hand stopped as she was about to take a spoonful of breakfast into her mouth. You looked over.

"Daddy's gone for work. He went early today." you gently explained to her, patting her head. You already knew what was coming, so you mentally prepared yourself.

"B-But.. I didn't even say bye to him!" Koyuki started tearing up, shaking slightly. She always gets really sad when she doesn't get to see Kenma off for work.

"It's okay. He'll come back home later and you'll say hi to him instead of bye. Isn't that better?" you tried reasoning with her.

"But he promised to play with me!" Koyuki was now full on bawling, rubbing her little fists against her eyes. She really regretted being stubborn and staying in bed when Kenma came to wake her up.

"Now, now. Daddy is a busy man. He wouldn't have been able to play with you for long in the morning. Isn't it better if he plays with you after kindergarten? He'll have lots more time then." you started gently brushing your fingers through Koyuki's hair, because you know she finds it calming.

"No! It's too long! I want him to come back now!" Koyuki started pushing your hands away from her hair.

"He can't. His work is very important, because he earns money this way." you calmly explained why that would be impossible to her.

"But I'm not?!" she seemed intent on causing you a headache at 7 in the morning with her wailing. But that's just how it is with children sometimes.

"Koyuki, we have to go to kindergarten. Let's continue eating." you picked up her spoon, gently taking the food close to her face. Despite her tantrum, she decided to keep eating. Guess hunger overcomes anger. You smiled, patting her head once again, and she pushed your hand away.

She was really stubborn and uncooperative for the rest of the morning too, making you two late for kindergarten. You apologised to the employees, explaining what happened and they didn't seem mad about it, which was good.

All that you could do now was hope that Kenma will come home with enough will to play with Koyuki.

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"Is daddy home yet?" Koyuki asked for the hundreth time while you were cleaning the kitchen counter. "He will be home soon."

"You said that like a hundred times already!" She yelled back from the living room.

"Well, I don't know what else to tell you. You asking when he comes home won't make him come home faster." You put away the washrag, rinsing your hands in the sink.

Koyuki didn't yell anything back, meaning you won. For atleast another five minutes, that is.

Just then, you heard the sound of Kenma's car pulling up in the driveway. Right after, you heard the sound of Koyuki's little feet running to reach the front door as soon as possible.

You followed after her, wanting to see your daughter hug your husband. It was a sweet, domestic sight you couldn't get enough of.

"DADDY!!!" Koyuki practically jumped Kenma as soon as he opened the door, clinging onto his suit as if he returned after 8 years instead of 8 hours.

"I'm home." He greeted the two of you, patting Koyuki's head. She made cute little happy noises and you couldn't help but be a little jealous of Kenma.

"Welcome home. A little birdie told me you promised Koyuki that you would play with her today." You gently reminded Kenma, although a bit passive-agressively. You shouldn't be mad at Kenma, but it IS sort of his fault that Koyuki was insufferable today.

"I did." Kenma looked at you apologetically. Seems he realised what happened. "Sorry."

"It's fine. Kids are just like that sometimes." You assured him, Koyuki looking between you two curiously, not understanding your conversation at all.

"Let's go daddy! Come on!" Koyuki was pulling on Kenma's hand, though that didn't make him budge at all.

"Yes, let's go." He let himself be lead to her room.

Normally, you would be a little sad about not getting a welcome home kiss from Kenma but you suppose getting Koyuki out of your hair makes up for it.

Some time has passed now, and your phone buzzes with a notification. It's a text from Kenma which simply reads "Help. Save me."

You giggle to yourself at this, and go to Koyuki's room to rescue your poor husband. You can't help but wonder what she's done to him.

When you enter the room, you find a proud Koyuki admiring her work.

The work being Kenma dressed as a princess, laying down on the ground with closed eyes.

"Look, it's princess daddy! Wait... daddy, what's your name again? Princess daddy sounds weird." She pointed to Kenma when she noticed you at the doorway, Kenma jumping up into a sitting position.

You were trying your damn hardest to hold back your laughter.

"Don't." he warned, before looking over to Koyuki. "My name is Kenma." Koyuki's eyes lit up as she reintroduced you to Princess Kenma.

"Wow, she sure is a pretty princess." You complimented with a cheeky grin, closing the door behind you to join them.

"Don't play along, please..." he begged you in a quiet voice. You were about to tease him when Koyuki's shrill little voice interrupted you.

"Hey, the princess is supposed to be in deep sleep right now! No changing the story!" She scolded Kenma and he sighed, then laid back down and closed his eyes, muttering something about wishing he could be playing videogames right now.

"And the only thing that can wake her up..." Koyuki scooted closer to you "...is a true love's kiss!"

You ooohed in interest before suddenly getting an idea. "True love's kiss, huh? How about I try it?"

Kenma twitched, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks, but he stayed in position. Koyuki looked at you, then at Kenma.

"Are you a prince?" She asked, completely serious. You cleared your throat. "Yes, I'm a prince from a far away land. I wish to try and revive the princess." You elevated your preformance with a bow.

"Try it!" She encouraged and you kneeled next to Kenma, leaning over to his face.

His face scrunched up when he felt your breath, and you gently carressed his cheek before leaning in to kiss him.

"Ewwww! You actually kissed on the lips! Yuck!" Koyuki ran to the door to get away from the sight.

Your guess is that she was expecting a kiss on the cheek like you and Kenma always give her.

"Wait, don't you want to see if the princess woke up?" You called after her jokingly. "No! Ewww!" You could hear Koyuki's footsteps as she ran away.

Kenma sat up again, staring at you with furrowed brows, and you simply shrugged at him. "I saved you, didn't I?"

[emmyrosee]

head empty, only domestic Sunarin being a menace in love.

like it’s a little rainy out, and the day drips by so slow that there’s no real need to plan anything; you’re still in your pj’s and he’s rocking an EarthBound shirt that you gave him like, four years ago.

it’s warm in the room and the tv news lady couldn’t be talking any slower, and it’s just silent between you two, there’s no need to impress each other- that’s especially apparent when he gets up, stretches and mumbles a quiet, “gotta poop,” before shuffling to the bathroom- and it’s just. Nice. There’s no where to be, no where to go, and it’s one of the few chances you have seeing Rintaro out of his “cool guy” facade he smacks on for his teammates, and becomes the adult child you fell in love with all those years ago.

“Psssst… babe,” he says, eyes flicking up to look at you from over his phone. When you say nothing, focused on reading, he slowly sticks his tongue out in concentration before poking you once, twice, three times with his socked toes, all the while mumbling little “babe” “baby?”

“Babe-“

“What Rintaro, what could you possibly want so bad that you need to poke me with your nasty ass dogs?” You ask, grabbing his foot before he could poke you again. Your head turns to send him a scolding look, but it turns into one of amusement when you see him, looking back at you with doe-like eyes that blink innocently. “Really?”

“Can you get me some Doritos?” He mumbles, pleading, and you can’t believe you actually live with this man-baby. You roll your eyes and play with the sock on his foot, “why didn’t you grab any when you got up to take a dump the last four times you went.”

“I didn’t want them then!”

“Okay, then why do I have to get them now?”

“Because you love me,” he coos, sharp features curled into a stupid, loving smile.

You offer him a groan. “I do, and I cannot stand you milking that for your own gain,” you say exhaustedly. Then, you sigh and cast him a dramatic look, “what’s the magic word?”

“Lotion?”

Your brows furrow as you stare at each other, his face completely collected while you’re trying your damnedest not to laugh. “Rin,” you sigh, throwing back his foot back to him and standing up. “You’re going to come home one day and find your stuff on the sidewalk, I swear to God.”

“Thank you, schnookums!” He sings, knowing he won as he curls back up under his blanket.

“EW!” You yell from the kitchen. “Don’t you ever, again!”

And sure, he’ll pout when you whip the bag of Doritos at his head with all your might, but inevitably will smile as wide as he can when you start to cackle at your own stupid antics. And later on, when movie reruns will start to play on whatever channel you’re having on for noise, he flip over to have his head rest in your lap to sleep with your fingers tangled in his hair.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his lips pursed out against the softness of your belly. You lean down to kiss his temple affectionately, placing one, two, three sweet pecks to his warm skin.

“I love you,” you whisper back, humming contentedly. “Even if you are the bane of my existence.”

“You know you love it.”

[natashawritesstuff]

time-skip! oikawa x reader

“Fuckboys get married at twenty.”

“Hi… hi is also a way to start a conversation,” you say, and your best friend, Kumiko shrugs. 

She’s had this theory for as long as you’ve known her. Good guys take their time in settling down in getting married because when they find the one, what’s the rush? Fuckboys, however, are different. Fuckboys are immune to love until they’re not. So when they find the one they know it’s real and at that point, why wait?

You think it’s bullshit. And also not a proper greeting as she sat across from you, rolling her eyes still yet to say hello. 

“This is our last hangout, come on,” you say and she pouts. 

“Why do you have to go all the way to Argentina?”

“I told you. I’m sick of saying I love Miyagi just cause I’ve never been anywhere else. I wanna go places, see the world.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget about me.”

“I could never.”

“Or my theory.”

“Whatever,” you say, laughing brushing her notion off. 

You move to Argentina the summer after you turn nineteen. You do a year studying abroad but kept an open mind in case you wanted to stay. The country is breathtaking. The food, the atmosphere, the culture, the people. Well, a person.

“You’re kidding?” you ask, bewildered. 

“Yeah, I went to Aoba Johsai. I was a setter for the volleyball team, even made captain in my third year,” Oikawa Toru will tell you over a morning coffee, your first official date.

“That’s crazy! We lived in the same prefecture and didn’t meet until we’re both across the world.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “I really wish I would have met you sooner,” he confesses, sending a longing look your way that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“You probably say that to every pretty face that walks in here don’t you?”

“No, I don’t,” he says and with the way he pauses after the words come out, it was almost like he was just figuring that out himself. 

You smile and as he watches your lips curve upwards, he smiles too. You shy away from his gaze, turning away but he places a finger under your chin to where your eyes meet once more. “You look beautiful.”

“T-thanks.”

“Anytime,” he promises and one thing about Oikawa is that he keeps his word. 

He would call you beautiful nearly every day he would see you, and you saw the man every day. He became an addiction, something you always craved and never got enough of, and from the way he would hug you just a little bit longer before he’d go back to his place, he felt it too. The mornings he stayed over were long and lazy, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you further into his chest when you tried to get up a moment too soon. He places soft kisses on your collarbone when you sleep longer than he does and even after the alarms ring and are snoozed over five times, he won’t dare to let go first. Safe to say after not too long, you were in love. 

Unfortunately for him because you were also going back home. The school year had come and gone all too quickly and just shy of your one-year anniversary; a milestone where he wanted to ask you to move in, he was helping you move away. 

You hear a small sniffle as he tapes up the last box and you stop what you were doing, walking over to hug him. His larger frame envelops yours as he pulls you in an impossibly tight embrace and you feel him trying not to cry.

“I don’t wanna go.”

“Then stay,” he pleads, pulling away and you gaze up at his bloodshot eyes. 

“I can’t-”

“You can.”

“My lease here just expired-”

“Move in with me,” he offers.

“School-”

“Transfer.”

“My friends-”

“We’ll go back and visit as much as you want. Just please, please don’t leave me.”

You sigh and take his hands in yours as you explain, “look, I love you. So much, but I can’t take this kind of chance on a boyfriend-”

“Will you marry me?”

“What?” you whisper, voice so quiet you barely heard it yourself. 

“Marry me? I was gonna ask anyway, been thinking about it since our first date. I have a ring at my place, I’ll get you a better one eventually. And you’ll get the best seats for my games. And when I can’t wear my ring I’ll put it on a chain and you can wear it when I’m playing-”

“Toru,” you interrupt and he shakes his head with a wobbly smile. 

“Y/N, marry me. Please.”

Kumiko’s theory was right. Fuckboys get married at twenty, but she left out one crucial piece of information. She never said anything about who actually marries them.

“I…yes.”

And that it’d be you.

10 years later pt 2

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[satoruzlove]

omi and his girly little gf <3

he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.

when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!

if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.

kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.

he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.

don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):

omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.

lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333

[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).

[classyinnie]

Domestic lovers. Who can turn mundane chores into acts of love and care. Who would undoubtedly drop everything to sit down and do taxes with you. It makes no difference to them how tedious the chores are, whether it's doing the laundry or having a deep clean of the house. No matter how exhausting, they’ll always find a way to show that they will actively participate in your daily tasks. These things are considered to be meaningless to some people. But to them, it makes their heart feel utmost content.

Domestic lovers who would go, “There’s nothing so mundane about it if I get to do it with you.” Who would teach you how to enjoy and value your menial tasks because nothing’s better than having someone to navigate through the labeled “dull” parts of life.

—TANAKA, Osamu, Nishinoya, Sugawara, YAMAGUCHI <3, Hinata, KITA, Akaashi, Akiteru, Sakusa, Kenma

[oomisluvr]

YOURS, MINE, OURS (I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS)

SYNOPSIS: kiyoomi sucks at housework and you are absolutely no help.

WARNINGS: none! probably some swearing, but that’s all :’) useless!sakusa, never-learned-now-to-hang-a-photo!sakusa, also the beginning of domestic!sakusa, sfw!

“It’s a little crooked. Tilt the left side up a bit–No! My left, not yours.”

“We’re facing the same direction, love. It’s the same left.”

“Don’t sass me.” You suck your teeth, “You’re the one that asked for my help.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kiyoomi dismisses you, arms still outstretched to successfully level the small frame, “Does this look any better?”

It doesn’t. It's actually worse now.

“Looks fantastic.” You quip helpfully.

With a final huff, Kiyoomi steps back to look at his handiwork, hands braced on his hips like a proud father. Silence weighs heavy between you two. He sighs.

“I’m gonna burn down this entire building.”

“It’s not that bad, babe.”

“This looks awful. I mean, did I put this up during an earthquake? What even happened?”

“It’s an easy fix. 30 minutes max.”

“Tiktok made it look so easy.” He groans, heading for the kitchen, “‘Quick-and-easy home project’, my ass. This whole ordeal has been lengthy and difficult.”

“You’re not gonna fix it?” You ask, a bit shocked. Kiyoomi’s never been the type to abandon a project of any kind.

“I know my limits. It’s tomorrow's problem.” He decides, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and hunting for some cereal. Brown eyes peer into your own, “Do I have you for the weekend or are you going home?”

“I think I’ll stay.“ You hum, watching him pour milk into the small ceramic bowl, “Only if we get breakfast in the morning.”

You’ve been told Kiyoomi’s been less uptight since dating you. More friendly. Open-minded. Willing to try new things. You’ve watched him grow significantly since when you first started seeing him, and you’re secure enough in this relationship to say you’ve loved every version of him. You were friends before you were anything more, and dating him has made your relationship even stronger.

“Done.” He nods, capping the milk, “I’ve been meaning to give you something, by the way.” You watch him rummage through the kitchen drawer, a slight tremor in his movements. Whatever he was searching for lands in your hand with a light toss, the object softly clinking when you catch it. “I want you to have this.”

Unequivocal access to his private space. The key to his house. You blink. 

“A key? You want me to start picking up your mail?”

He rolls his eyes, “What I would like is for you to move in with me, but I figured this is the first step.”

“This is…” You swallow, staring down at the metal as if it were alien, “A very big step.”

“I know. I trust you, though.”

To say you’re shocked in an understatement. Your relationship has been nothing short of amazing, but Kiyoomi’s always valued personal space. You expected this stage to come much further down the road.

“My lease ends in a few months.”

“I know.” You see it now, the nervousness radiating off of him. “Believe it or not, I like having you around.”

Shaking your head, “You’ll get sick of me.”

“Impossible. I adore you.”

“I’m messier than you. I’ll leave my clothes everywhere.”

“Then we’ll just have to do laundry together. You wash and I’ll fold?”

“I can’t cook.”

“Me neither.” He suppresses a grin, “But I trust that we’ll figure it out.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m not going to win this, am I?”

He shakes his head, black curls bouncing effortlessly with the movement, “Nope.”

Your expression softens, “I’ll drive you crazy.”

He hums, dipping down to press his lips to yours, “You already do.”

Jumpcut to all the pictures falling off the wall and shattering because Kiyoomi has no life skills :D

THANKS FOR READING!!

[kandyshoppe]

Picture marrying Aone after school, he’s a construction engineer, he makes enough money so you can do what you want as a job! For the sake of this headcannons though, you’re a house spouse!

Aone seems the type to like lots of plants, and a few terrariums! He still has his tortoise too, so you and he fix up the back garden into a tortoise paradise! Aone enjoys gardening with you, him wearing his work gloves as he trims hedges and mows the lawn, and he looks over and your sunbathing with your tortoise son! One of his favorite activities!

Your house is def one he ended up atleast working on with his company, he only trusts his company to build a house for you both, maybe an added room or two, could be your own office if you want to do something, a guest room or even a future kids room, he doesn’t mind which.

Definitely need a big kitchen for such a big man! As a construction worker, he eats like no bodies business! Don’t have to worry about leftovers going bad in this house, cause y’all never HAVE leftovers! He tries to curb his stomach, but whenever he does that, you put a stop to it right away! He needs fuel to work, so eat!

Since graduating, his belly has gotten a bit softer, but his chest, arms and legs are as firm as ever! Your pretty sure he’s gotten BIGGER since he started working! Sure during down seasons he may gain a bit of weight, but that’s usually during winter and it just makes him more cuddly. Besides, he loses it within the first month of being back on the job!

Aone is up before you most days, his job requiring him to arrive at the butt crack of dawn, so you usually bring his lunch too him, and enjoy some time together during his break. Even if his coworkers tease him about what a cute house spouse he has, and he blushes bright red to the tips of his ears, he will NEVER ask you to stop bringing him lunch! EVER!

When he comes home, he’s almost always dead on his feet, trudging into your home barely able to keep his eyes open. If you help remove his work clothes, and get him into the shower, he feels his heart swell with love! Especially if you bring him some snacks for the bath, and even more if you join him and maybe even give him a little massage!

He adores snuggling up to you in bed, but you may have had to have a bed custom made since he’s so big! A California King for sure. He loves flopping into bed, especially if you’re already in there reading so he can hear your slight scream when you bounce as he lands. He’s secretly not so secretly a little spoon, but prefers to face you. He loves laying his head on your chest, and is out like a light if you massage his head. Though he may drool on you if you do that for too long!

[iwaoiness]

One day more, he hears the jingle of Oikawa's keys, the sound of the door opening and closing, his energetic voice reverberating from the genkan, his "I'm home, Hajime!" tinged with a love harvested over decades that he tries to camouflage behind his sing-songy tone.

And yet one day more, Iwaizumi smiles from his soul and replies with a "Welcome home, babe!"

Then comes his favorite moment, the one that fills him with the belief that love is tangible, taking the form of a tall, chestnut-haired man, smelling of grapefruit and deodorant. Oikawa rushes toward Iwaizumi, a grin stretching from ear to ear, eyes sparkling like the stars of the night, and embraces him, always from behind, wherever he may be—sometimes standing, sometimes seated in a chair, and sometimes on the floor in front of the couch, planning tomorrow's therapy sessions as he is now.

And when when Tooru's strong arms encircle his shoulders, when Tooru's sturdy torso presses against his back, when he feels the rhythm of his breath, his heartbeat, and his sigh of relief, when Tooru rubs his cheek against his like a cat and the curly locks tickle his eye, all the exhaustion of a day spent dealing with teenage athletes pushing their bodies to the limit and difficult patients, fades away completely.

Iwaizumi melts in Oikawa's hug, forgets the mundane and his mind becomes intoxicated with Tooru, Tooru, Tooru, Tooru and my Tooru.

Then, in a very soft, almost shy voice, without any singsong or mocking tone, Iwaizumi hears close to his ear "hi, missed you" which makes his heart feel light, the air smells sweet and he thinks "ah, I wanna be with him all my freacking life".

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oikawa missed iwachan and i also missed writing about these two

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