#so much fluffy fluff

[kawareo]

Durgetash fluff

I just really like them being domestic, to the point where they're trusting eachother with blades

[hyperdramas]

light | jeon wonwoo

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

warnings: non-idol au, friends to lovers, fluff, kissing, mentions of the beach, hugging (physical touch in general), wonwoo & reader are on a date (as platonic friends), (they're not platonic anymore), so fluffy dear god

now playing: light, wave to earth & apocalypse, cigarettes after sex

The salt air tickled your nose as your feet hit the sand, and Wonwoo walked quietly beside you, hands in his shorts pockets as he looked ahead of him. He smelled like faint cologne and sea salt, and his frames glinted in the shimmering moonlight as he looked over to you.

"Did you have fun?" His voice was deeper than the ocean stretching miles away in front of you, and you looked to him, nodding as you looked down at your sandles. "I did, Wonwoo. Thank you for all of it." 

Jeon Wonwoo and you were on a date—an official, planned out date, with a set time and place and everything. You two had been friends for a long time, and it was obvious that there was something between you, as stated by your mutual friends.

As friends, you had put off the date for a while, still hanging out as just the two of you did normally, even if people called it a date. You had finally had enough of your friends and their whining, and Wonwoo and you decided to go on an official date to appease the hungry crowd (that being your nosy friends).

Even though you and Wonwoo did what the two of you always do—walk around town, stop in shops to browse and buy, and finish your night at the beach while sharing some street food—it felt different, for some reason. The air between you two wasn't suffocating, but wasn't as light as it usually was. There was a weight in the air, one you could sense as you breathed silently beside your friend.

"The water feels so good." You say aloud, toes getting a splash of sea water as you slip them off. Wonwoo takes them in his hands, smiling at you as you wade out a little bit, letting water engulf your legs as drops of it stain your skirt.

The night sky sparkles with stars you never noticed during your nights with Wonwoo here, and the streetlights in the distance lit the sand farther away from you with a soft, inviting glow.

"Wonwoo, come on!" You wave out to him, and Wonwoo laughs nervously, eyes crinkling as he cracks a smile. "I don't want to get wet, [Y/N]. I just took a shower before we left my apartment." He frowns slightly, but you know he isn't actually sad.

"Wonwoo, please! It'll be fun! Plus, it feels good," You bargain, and Wonwoo sighs, laughing to himself as he places your sandals farther away from the rising tides. He slips off his shoes too, sighing as he places his glasses in his shoe before making his way into the ocean. He moves stiffly towards you, obviously not very elated to be in the water, but smiling because you look so happy in this moment.

You reach out to him, hands sliding up his hands and forearm as you pull him to you. He laughs at the impact, and you do too, stumbling at the tide's waves as your hair brushes the water a few inches below you.

Wonwoo's sharp gaze watches your expression change as the moonlight dances across the water, lighting up your back and appearing as if you have an aura around you. You look like an angel to Wonwoo, innocent and pure with nothing but love and goodness in you. It makes him nervous, how beautiful you look.

"Wonwoo?" You question, noticing how quiet he's gotten. He's still looking at you, dark eyes piercing yours as he smiles just slightly. "I'm sorry. You just look—" Your head tilts just slightly, hair falling across your shoulder as you look up at him with confused eyes. "I look?"

"You just look so pretty." Wonwoo says softly, and you blush, not hearing something like that come from Wonwoo's lips before. Your stomach filled with this warm, fuzzy feeling, and your eyes widened, taking all of Wonwoo in as he fell silent again.

The only sound that was between you was the constant wash of the waves against the shore and the crickets and other night insects and animals that may have been running around.

The air was warm and salty around you, quickly enveloping you in a warmness you hadn't felt before. Your body was warm with Wonwoo's touch, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, too in the moment to keep them open.

Wonwoo stared as you did so, lips pink and pretty as he did a double take. The feeling in his chest was getting hard to ignore, and he couldn't seem to think rationally as he stared at your droplet-dusted cheeks and damp hair. Before he knew it, his hands were wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him, hugging you tight as he let out a sigh against you.

His nose was buried in your hair, and the sweet shampoo and salt mixed together to create this smell that comforted him and calmed him down, allowing him to think of what he wanted to do to you.

He wanted to kiss you, hold you against him as he told you he had loved you since you two had met in the coffee shop two years ago. Wonwoo wanted to let you know how special you were to him, and how important you were to who he was as a person.

Wonwoo was ready to love you, and he was hoping you would be ready to love him back.

"Wonwoo." You said gently, opening your eyes as you pulled back from him slightly. You were thinking the same things Wonwoo was at this moment in time, and it came easy to you as you leaned in, following Wonwoo's lead as his lips finally touched yours.

The kiss sent sparks through your body like fireworks, and you allowed yourself to bring your hands to Wonwoo's tousled hair as he sighed against you.

Time slowed, as if it stopped to watch this turning point in you and Wonwoo's relationship, cheering you on for making the move. Your whole body felt like it was made of sparkles, warm bursts of light that ran through your blood.

When you finally came to and pulled away, you and Wonwoo let out a breath in sync, both blushed and ragged from the kiss. Wonwoo's sharp eyes looked at you as he pressed his nose to you, and you took him in, hands in his as he opened his lips to speak.

"I love you. I've loved you ever since—" 

"Ever since we met at the coffee shop." You finish, and Wonwoo pauses, surpised as you laugh lightly. "I've loved you since then." You say, and Wonwoo smiles, hand cupping your cheek as he nods.

"Me too." He says simply, and the two of you go quiet again, lost for words as you stand in each other's embrace once again.

"I'm ready to love you, if you're ready to love me." You whisper, and Wonwoo pauses, breath stuck in his chest as he watches you. It's as if you took all the words from his mouth without trying. He couldn't speak, too overwhelmed by you to even function properly. It took everything in him to not kiss you again. 

He just nodded, a smile on his face as he slowly leaned in. His lips brushed against yours ever so lightly as he replied with a whisper just a few seconds later.

"I've been ready." 

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[soap-ify]

lorrddddd have mercy the tickling simon writings 😭😭😭😭😭 so good. what about him finding out they’re ticklish by accident? then he just does it to get his way with dumb things like who has to take the trash out.

or another idea: him receiving a scalp massage and they find out he’s ticklish behind his ears?

original post. THE SCALP MASSAGE SOUNDS SO CUTE :( !!

simon himself never considered the possibility of being ticklish behind his ears. no one really ever touched him there, mostly because he was mostly wearing a balaclava around everyone.

everyone but you.

it was an exhausting day, and simon wanted nothing but to lay down with you and bathe in your warmth. you hated seeing your boyfriend so down and quiet, so you decided to give him a scalp massage!

“lay your head down on my lap, si.” you sat on the bed and patted your thighs. he let out a grunt, pretending to be all moody and reluctant even though his heart was doing mini jumps inside out of happiness. he walked over to the bed and slowly layed down, resting his head on your soft thighs.

your fingers slowly begin to move through his dirty blonde hair, parting the hair strands before beginning to gently scratch your fingernails against his scalp. a satisfied groan left his lips and he felt himself sinking deeper in your lap, eyes fluttering shut.

while rubbing soft circles on his scalp, your fingers found their way behind his ears to rub them too, though as soon as you made contact with his sensitive skin, his eyes flew open and looked up at you.

you paused for a while, gently scratching behind his ears, noticing the way a soft smile slowly adorned his lips while he tried to hold in a chuckle, your heart instantly warming up.

“you teasin’ me now, love?” he grumbled playfully, and you feigned innocence by shaking your head, continuing to scratch behind his ears just to see the little twitches in his face.

it was the first time he didn’t try to tickle you back as revenge, too absorbed in this relaxing feeling to care. but he was sure that he’ll get back to you, just not right now.

[guppygiggles]

D&D inspired doodle from last night~💙

[cyberkitty1]

I love your writing! Would you be able to write some fluffy headcanons about earth 42 miles meeting a quiet but not shy reader, and how they would be friends, and how they eventually start dating? Thank you - have a great day!!

Thank you so much i appreciate it <3

part 2

How do you guys meet?

You had a project together and everyone told you you’ll just have to do it by yourself because he does not care about school or grades.

Taken by surprise he actually reached out to you first catching you right when you were going to walk home.

He asked for your number and when you wanted to start.

“ Hey we gotta project in science together, when do you wanna start”

“ whenever you’d like” you say under your breath.

“hmm well wanna start like today I wanna get this done.”

“ yea sure, who’s house?“

“ I brought it up so mine”

And with that you followed him home.

When he opened the front door you where hit with and extremely delicious smell of authentic Puerto Rican food. Never in your life had you smelled something so good! Someone you assumed to be his mother spoke.

"Hola mi pequeño, cómo estuvo la escuela! ¡Oh, tienes una amiga! No me dijiste que alguien vendría, hubiera hecho más comida"

(Hello my little one, how was school! Oh, you have a friend! You didn't tell me someone was coming, I would have made more food)

“si, tenemos un proyecto escolar” he says motioning to you. She gives you the warmest smile “ well food will be done soon you can stay if you would like!” you ponder for a split second “ Yes I would love to Mrs. Morales”. “ Ok we gonna go work then”

You guys worked on the project pretty hard. Most of the time you could feel his eyes lingering on you. Buy nonetheless you guys were almost done! You decided to pause there because it was getting late. You completely forgot to tell your parents where you were; they decided to blow up your phone.

“ Hey um I cant stay for dinner Mrs. Morales Im sorry my parents need me home” “ Its ok mija! let me give you some to take home. “After giving you some food you turn to Miles. “ Thanks for having me over, we can finish on Friday if youd like?”

You said it quietly but your voice was invading his brain. “ Yea thats alright give me your number so we can talk later.” He says giving you his phone. “Yea sure”. You pass his phone back to him. “Good night Miles” you gave him the softest prettiest smile he’s ever seen.

He felt his ears heat up “good night”. He shuts the door then leans on the back sighing.

Rio looks over at him with a big smile on her face “Mi bebe esta enamorado ”

(my baby is in love)

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You have been fed for the week!! Ill try and get another done Friday but noooo promises.

Lmk if you want a part 2!

edit: part 2 will be pushed back, i don’t want it to be sloppy or badly written. I want to write to the best of my ability so please be patient!

[iwaoiness]

Iwaizumi swears up and down that he never, never spoils Oikawa, but when Oikawa casually mentions once how delicious the milk bread from that specific bakery is, the next day Iwaizumi throws dozens of milk breads, wrapped in cloth bags with the bakery's logo, onto his lap

When Oikawa says distractedly he saw some really cute Stitch socks, the following day Iwaizumi tosses them into his hands, wrapped in gift paper

When Oikawa mentions he could eat half a kilo of mandarins, Iwaizumi shows up at his door the next day with a box of mandarins straight from his grandpa’s orchard

When Oikawa tries grape-flavored Calpis for the first time and practically moans at how good it is, Iwaizumi starts buying him a bottle for lunch every day

When Oikawa gazes in awe at the sunflowers in a painting at the cultural festival, Iwaizumi gifts him a lego sunflower set to build

When Tooru complains about how his knee brace is losing its elasticity, Hajime hurls a new one at his head on graduation day, along with the second button from his uniform

When Tooru looks so cute in his UCI hoodie, smiling as he pulls the hood over his head and snuggles in, Hajime gives it to him as a parting gift at the airport

And when Tooru gazes at him with endless affection on a San Juan night, Hajime whispers between the sheets "just one more year, babe", promising that soon they’ll wake up next to each other every day, without the weight of a return ticket in their wallets

...

u can find me on my ao3, my carrd and bsky 🍉

[elohelaye]

Loser!Boyfriend(OC)

(I feel proud I made the banner by myself and redid my whole account >:3c) ---

ATTICUS WHO: ** still doesn't believe you like him, and gets incredibly insecure - "Say it. Say that you love me. Again. Again. Again." ** refuses to admit he's stealing your clothes - "Listen I have no idea how your underwear got in my closet. I don't! Stop looking at me like that! Yes that stain has always been there!" ** always insists you sit with him while he plays video games and is whiny if you're too far away - "Pleaaseee you're my lucky charm!! I need you here!!! I won't win if my lucky charm is more than 3 feet away!!!" ** will stay up for 24+ hours straight playing his video games, and will refuse to shower because doing so would "mess up his flow" - "No no you don't get it I'm in. the. zone. I can't stop now" - "I'll let you shower with me" - "I CAN STOP RIGHT NOW!!!" ** is your personal simp and would do anything for a taste of your affections - "I did good right??? I showered without a reminder- and I used soap! Aren't you proud??? A-aren't you gonna tell me how proud you are??? Please???" ** is just a loser who's so lovesick just for you <3

[pekoposting]

natsuki and fumiko for @the-only-teruteru-fan's contest!

(i love how with kuzupeko fankids the gene pool is often so evenly split, like no dominant or submissive genes, just 50/50. fuyuhiko and peko would be so happy)

edit: it is too late but. recessive genes.

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

post order 66 codywan governed by irrationality. cody is irrationally angry that obi wan didn’t look for him. even when he rationally knows that obi wan didn’t know he was alive, or even his reasons for staying on tatooine. obi wan is sometimes irrationally scared that cody might try to kill him again, even when he rationally knows that he is not the same man who tried the first time. does he fear that if this happens he might be forced to kill cody to protect luke and all he represents? or does he fear that he’d be unable to do this, that ultimately his love for cody would win over his loyalty to luke (to anakin)? does he fear being forced to choose? is cody guilty that he’s hiding whilst his brothers fight? that he failed to protect them earlier and now he’s failing them again?

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

If TDP characters had phones, Callum would ABSOLUTELY post art of Rayla (only stuff that she approved, though, because he is a consensual king about everything) and then MILES of poems professing his love for her, and everyone (probably including her, tbh) would be in his comments like "WE GET IT SHUT UP." And the other would be the only thing they post about, maybe with some anime memes and sketches scattered about. The parents stalking their accounts like "Should we be worried? ...Eh" because the honeymoon phase is supposed to only last so long, but for Rayllum is eternal.

[thegreatestsandwich]

I just saw black panther and let me tell you that I fell in love with Namor and everytime he appeared on screen I was screaming internally, I was wondering if you could write something silly like the reader gives him a rock every time she sees him because on a trip to the surface she saw a couple giving each other gifts and hugging at the end and she thought a rock was the equivalent of that, please please please

I can’t speak, afraid to jinx it (Namor x f!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x F!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A tiny gift that almost drove him to madness.

Warning: Prepare yourself to be attacked with fluff

A/N: At this point, I think I'm really in love with Tenoch, you feel me?

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

Namor was beginning to noticing this strange thing about you, no matter where he was or what was he doing, if you passed him you would stop and give him a small rock with a huge smile on your face.

It had started the moment you first were put in charge with helping him recollect a few things from the sinking boat that was closer to his city. Namor was waiting for you at the borders, his hands on his back as his eyes were looking at the calmness of the waters when he heard you humming a soft tune as you approached. He turned around and watched you struggle with at least ten bags on your arms. When he told you that he needed you to bring a few bags to carry the stuff, he was imagining you would bring two, not ten. He couldn’t help but smile at your determination.

“K'eeban tumen k'uchul chúunk'iin!” Sorry for being late! You quickly swam to his side, his eyes watching curiously as you tried to suppress your labored breaths. “Utia'al u completamente honesto, k'uchen tu k'iinili' ba'ale' in distraje.” To be completely honest, I was on time but I got distracted. You cheekily smiled. “Ya'ab in wu'uyik K’uk’ulkan.” I’m really sorry.

“English.” He told you once again and had to bit his tongue to suppress his laughter when you huffed. “You asked me to teach you and I am doing that.”

“Stupid English.” You muttered under your breath. Your hands quickly adjusted the bags on your shoulder. “Can we just go?” Your hand motioned the waters. “I do not want to be there when is dark, sharks bite then.”

Namor held out his hand so you could give him a few bags but you held them closer to you. “Let me help you, and sharks do not bite if you do not annoy them.” He managed to take a few bags from you, adjusting them at his shoulder and began to swim.

You gasped at his words and at his actions. “Sharks do bite! One bit me a few days ago on my leg, I have a scar to prove it…you even saw it, you said it was amazing.”

“Those words have never left my mouth.” Namor was smiling at your tantrum but managed to hide it as his face never left the waters.

“Uh, yes they have.” You managed to caught up with him, swimming at his side. You noticed his smile. “What are we recollecting?”

“Whatever we find useful.” He stated as que stopped, you following suit. “I will check if there are threats, stay here.” Namor didn’t wait for your answer as he quickly swam away, leaving you there with all the bags once again.

You huffed but decided to listen to him, your eyes looking at everything that surrounded you, there were a few fishes out there, thankfully no sharks, the corals looked bright and the sand too inviting to lay just there. But then you saw it, it was shiny and a beautiful turquoise color, you quickly tried to find Namor but he was still away, you bit your lip in concentration and decided to just go for it.

Your hands quickly grabbed the tiny and shiny object, your thumb carefully swiping away any left-over sand, your eyes widening before quicky putting it inside of one of the bags and swam to where Namor was calling you.

As you would expected, the recollection of things from that boat was completely boring, your eyes often diverting towards Namor, you admitted that he looked quite good, completely concentrated in this activity. When he was completely secure that there wasn’t anything more to salvage, he nodded at you and both of you left.

Namor took the bags from you when he left you at your home, you bit your lip and without thinking you grabbed his arm. He looked at you in confusion.

“I have a gift.” You quietly said. Your hands fumbled with one of the bags that you refused to give him. Finally retrieving the tiny rock. “Found it there, I think you will love it.”

He looked at you for a moment, his eyes following your hands as they put the rock on his palm and close his fingers against it. You gave him a last smile before entering your home and leaving him there, watching at the door.

And so it began.

Every single time you saw him, you always gave him a rock, it didn’t matter the size, the color or the weight, you always gave him one. At first he was confused at why you were giving them to him but he began appreciate them after you failed to give him one after one day.

He was swimming with Attuma at his side, the later telling him about the improvements they were making with the protection of the barriers, Namor was glad that everything was going within the plan.

“Táan in planeando bisik u kantúulo'on ti' leti'ob utia'al inspeccionar u máquina u kajnáalilo'ob le superficie decidieron túuxtik tak ka'anal.” I am planning to take four of them to inspectionate the machine the surface-dwellers decided to send from above. Attuma stopped for a second, pointing to the ones he wanted to take. “Chéen k'áabet u t'aan aprobación bey ma' táanil.” Just need your word of approval before proceeding.

Namor was about to speak but he managed to see you approaching them, his fingers were tingling with anticipation, imagining what kind of rock you would give him today, the corner of his mouth was twitching upwards, a smile he wanted to suppress at the presence of Attuma. But he failed.

Attuma watched in amusement at how his king was acting, he would have laughed if you hadn’t approached them. You smiled at them before swimming away. That’s when he saw his face and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bejla'e' ma' jach juntúul roca, huh?” Not a rock today, huh? Attuma patted his back. “Ma' xaan ka' leti' a ts'áaik juntúul sáamal.” Perhaps she will give you one tomorrow.

“Bix a wojel?” How do you know? Namor asked him, his voice completely annoyed at the missing rock on his hand.

“Tu ya'alaj teen ka tu yilaj le kajnáalilo'obo' le superficie ts'a regalos, tu tukultaj u a gustaban le tunicho'ob ken aceptaste le primera.” She told me she saw the surface-dwellers give gifts, she thought you liked rocks when you accepted the first one. Attuma simply said, trying his hardest to not laugh again.

“Juntéen, wáaj bix supiste?” Again, how did you know?

“Leti' tu ya'alaj teen, ku pinchamos kaaye' globo sáastale'.” She told me, we usually poke pufferfish at dawn. He shrugged, swimming away.

What?

Namor was pacing through his cave, he was going absolutely mad, it now has been twelve days since you had given him a rock. He didn’t know what was happening, why did you stopped? Had the rocks you been seen weren’t up to your standard? He didn’t care, he wanted them.

He couldn’t help but sighed, his eyes turning to his small (HUGE) collection of rocks, he had been keeping them protected since you had given him them. But he wanted more, was he being selfish? Hell yeah, but this was something you had given the thought, you searched each one of them, you put your mind into looking for the perfect one before giving them to him.

So he went to look for you, he couldn’t find you anywhere in the city, a few of his people were looking at him strange as he began asking for you. But your mother was kind enough to point at your location.

Near the corals, she had said.

So he quickly swam there, and there you were, poking at pufferfish with Attuma. He needed to give you a reminder to not do that.

“Cha' k.” Leave us. Namor told Attuma, it was more like a order.

Attuma watched him and then you, before nodding. A huge smile on his face as he left.

“K’uk’ulkan?” You asked him confused, a stick on your hand. “Tu láakal ba'ax ma'alo'ob.?” Everuthing alright?

“English.” He told you, you noticed how tense he was, but still huffed and nodded. “Why did you stop?”

“Stop?” You tilted your head. “Stop what?”

“Rocks.”

You stared at him, you simple shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

“You have not given me any rock in twelve days, why?” He took a step closer to you. “Did something happened? Are they not in your standards? I do not mind what kind of rock you give me.”

“Oh.” You whispered, adverting your eyes. “Is not it.”

“Then what is it?” He grabbed your hands. “I do not care what you give me, but please do not stop.”

You sighed. “My mother say it is not nice to give rocks to someone…so I stopped.”

“Do not.” He whispered, “Please.”

You stared at his hands before looking upwards at his eyes. A tiny smile formed on your face. “Stick?” You gently raised the stick you were holding.

Namor couldn’t help but smile, taking the stick on his hands. “Thank you.” You smiled. “But now, why are you pocking pufferfish? Did you don’t know the dangerous things they could do to you?”

You sighed.

[cannibl-canine]

braiding hair for stress relief >>>

(also since a deers horns fall off I thijk medkits would do the same ........ giggle)

[possessable]

Espial-ified them. Praying Mantis Eigong and Wooly Aphid Yi

[miakate-writes]

Period comfort prompts 🎀💌

(a/n: period comfort prompts because i'm on my period and my boyfriend has abandoned me [he had to go home] and now i'm miserable)

A coming home with loads of snacks for B because B couldn't decide

you know those teddies that you warm up in the microwave? (i have one of these and its my favourite fucking thing ever) B defo has one of these and they just make A warm it up over and over again bc it keeps going cold :')

B speaking in one word sentences bc of migraines but A doesn't mind and can translate anything immediately:

"feeling any better?" "worse." "do you want chocolate?" "please."

B leaks on the sheets in the middle of the night and A just cleans it up straight away no questions asked

B is defo embarrassed at leaking but A assures them its fine and they can't control it (the bare minimum ladies and gents)

A has really warm hands so B uses their hand as a hot water bottle (definitely not based on my bf or anything)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I love Moth Howdy’s extreme floof, he is an actual puff ball and I want to live in his hair

i guess you could say he's a.... mothball

(amplified fluff for your viewing pleasure <3)

[iwaoiness]

It is rare for Oikawa and Iwaizumi not to meet in Japan, but when they don't, their parents always try to make it more pleasant. So when Tooru receives a message from Iwaizumi's mother inviting him to stay over just two days after landing, he smiles tenderly and informs his parents.

He doesn't take anything from home. Hajime's wardrobe still has a corner with his clothes, and in the bathroom there are still his creams, shampoo, hair gels and headbands.

There is something of Tooru in Hajime's, just as there is something of Hajime in Tooru's.

He spends the day with his second mother, who greets him with a warm, sweet hug. Then comes his second father, who gives him those bear hugs that lift him off the ground and make him laugh like he did when he was two years old.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," they tell him, because for more than two decades now, sorry for the intrusion has become I'm home.

They have dinner together, share anecdotes, and, accompanied by tea, watch a 12-episode series. Oikawa and Mama-Iwa comment aloud, while Papa-Iwa is so engrossed that, when they finish it, he is indignant at not having a second season to watch.

After discussing the plot, they say their goodnights. Kaori kisses his forehead, Shota ruffles his hair, and they both wish him sweet dreams.

Entering Hajime's room and closing the door behind him feels like stepping back into the reality he wanted to ignore. Tooru's shoulders slump, and the weight in his heart returns as his eyes wander around the bedroom.

The bed is still the same, covered with the sushi-print duvet he gave Hajime for his birthday. The shelves are somewhat empty, with a few Lego figures scattered around, books that couldn't make the journey, and a couple of pictures featuring old photographs of Hajime with his parents and extended family. Where dozens of Polaroids used to hang above the headboard, only one remains: it's Tooru, smiling brightly at the camera, his hair tousled as he hugs the stitch plush Iwaizumi gave him. On the desk are pens with barely any ink, worn pencils, and the wireless mouse he forgot to take with him. A Godzilla poster adorns the wall, a deflated volleyball rests in one corner, and Aoba Johsai's jacket hangs up.

Oikawa takes a deep breath and pushes himself away from the door to shuffle towards the bathroom. He brushes his teeth and cleans his face, slow and lazy. He returns to the bedroom and opens the wardrobe, but only Hajime's part. It's almost empty, but a dark oversize shirt hangs on the rack. It smells so much like Iwaizumi's cologne, with that hint of his fresh deodorant spray, that when Oikawa swipes it over his head, he almost groans. He doesn't bother to put on trousers, stays in his boxers and finally sinks under the duvet.

The pillow smells like Hajime, and Tooru curls up, wishing he could sink into it. Missing him feels like drowning. He wonders what Hajime is doing now. Whether or not he has got out of bed. Whether he's gone for a run. If he has made a smoothie last night or will do it later. Whether he's preparing the lessons for his favourite group. Whether he's thinking about him as much as Tooru thinks about Hajime. If it's just as hard for him when they don't see each other. If he thinks Oikawa's a bad boyfriend for choosing to pursue his life's dream over him. If Hajime wants to stay with hi—.

His mobile vibrates on the bedside table, startling Oikawa out of his reverie. He quickly reaches out and grabs his phone.

Hajime 🤎🦔

babe, u still awake?

facetime?

Tooru doesn't even respond, he initiates the call. His heart races as it did during their first kiss. Three seconds later, Hajime's face, with a soft smile and narrowed eyes, fills his screen. Suddenly, breathing is much easier, and the weight on his chest lightens.

Oikawa smiles back, genuine and sweet.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey, darling-chan.”

“Are you in my bed?”

“Mmh.” Oikawa nods, stretching his arm upward to widen the angle before making a peace gesture with his free hand, his smile widening.

Hajime laughs, his voice flowing through the speaker, somewhat distorted.

“I hope you're not drooling all over my pillow again.”

“Rude, Iwa-chan, I don’t drool!” He protests childishly, sticking his tongue out as he settles sideways, placing his mobile where Hajime would be.

At the same time, Iwaizumi does the same from his bed in Irvine, snorting in amusement.

“Oh, yes you do, Tooru.”

“Well, I’d rather drool than snore.”

“I don’t do that.” He frowns.

“Oh, yes you do, Hajime,” Tooru mimics his voice, grinning victoriously when Iwaizumi pulls out his middle finger.

They tease some more, gazing at each other with smiles painted on their faces. Oikawa tells him all about what he did today, describing how delicious dinner was and sharing the plot of the series he watched with Iwa's parents. Iwaizumi tells him all about what he has planned for today, detailing the fifty-question Kahoot he’s prepared for his favorite group and the amusing tale of how Jacob managed to tangle his toothbrush in his hair (again).

They don’t need to say that they miss each other. They don’t need to mention how time hasn’t quite eased the hollow ache they feel when they look to the empty space beside them each day. They don’t have to, because they both know it, and that’s what keeps them holding on.

Missing feels like drowning, but every video call, every message, every call, every photograph, every audio, every letter, and every ticket back and forth feels like a breath of air.

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isnt 20th here yet but happy bday to oikawa my loveeee!! every day in july is tooru day <3

u can find me on my ao3 🍉