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thatbirdrestaurant · 2 years

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iwaoi/oiiwa fic list

Warnings of Omegaverse.

No, I'm not really ashamed.

These are all found on ao3!

fluff:

A Flower to Make You Smile by hereismyhappyplace | Teens and Up Audiences, Omegaverse (non-explicit), Fluff, Mpreg A bouquet of flowers and bag fulls of goodies isn't a lot, but Hajime does his best to try and comfort his mate when he's feeling low.

Or Tooru's parents are really good at bring out all of his insecurities and Hajime is pretty over them doing it.

i just wanna be yours | Teens and Up Audiences, Omegaverse (non-explicit), Fluff, Mpreg Seeing the omega son of doctor Oikawa Ryou and lawyer Oikawa Mei being whisked away by a lower-class alpha on a motorcycle went down as well as you would think.

Which is, not at all.

baby, my heart’s on fire by xlvi (homelander) | Teens and Up Audiences, Married IwaOi, Fluff “They were saying all this shit about their own wives. How they were always being nagged, how much they hated being married, that kind of stuff.”

Oikawa stays silent.

“Tooru.” Iwaizumi’s voice is rough. He takes Oikawa’s hand and clutches it like it’s the last safe port in a storm. “If I ever—if I ever start talking about you like that, I want you to leave me."

Iwaizumi's coworkers are kind of assholes.

The Finest Feline by FindingSchmomo | Teens and Up Audiences, Bakery AU, Married IwaOi, Pets, Fluff Iwaizumi kind of wants kids. Oikawa kind of hates kids. They get a cat.

iwaizumi hajime has a ring by chocomelon | General Audiences, Outside-Point-Of-View, Canon Compliant, Married IwaOi Iwaizumi Hajime has a ring on his finger.

A simple gold band with modest silver trimming resting snuggly on the fourth finger of his left hand.

Hajime is only 23 years old, is only in the midst of the second year of his post-graduate degree, and to Charlie’s apparently outdated knowledge, has been single at the very least since his move to America a little over a year ago.

Imagine his surprise when the dude came waltzing back after a month-long break, with a wedding ring on his finger, legally wed, and not speaking a word about it.

In which Hajime gets married and his friends in California have no idea who the lucky woman is.

Anesthetic truth by valiantarmor | General Audiences, Established IwaOi, Fluff Iwaizumi wakes up after getting his appendix removed, and the anesthesia leads to an interesting conversation.

Share my life, it’s yours to keep | General Audiences, Fluff, Established IwaOi "But this particular quirk persists, long enough that Hajime picks up on it. At some point, Oikawa had started deliberately matching his clothing to Hajime’s own outfits whenever they went out. They are never quite the same outright, but once Hajime starts noticing it, it’s hard to not see how Oikawa’s choice of clothing complements his own, enough so that one could safely pronounce them a matching set."

Iwaizumi discovers that he and Oikawa appear to be wearing couple-clothing whenever they go out, due to Oikawa's determination to match his own outfits to Iwaizumi's. He decides to test the extent of that determination.

The PDA Jar | Teens and Up Audiences, Canon Compliant, Oblivious IwaOi “What is that thing for?”

“I’m glad you asked, captain. This… is the Public Display of Affection jar. Or PDA jar for short.”

“Now whenever you do something that may hurt our children’s innocence, you’ll have to put money in the jar as a punishment."

angst:

Never Thought I’d See The Day (When We Parted Ways) by exoticmind | General Audiences, Angst, Break-Ups Oikawa Tooru never thought he’d see the day when his best friend, his lover, his everything, says goodbye. And yet he did, and now he’s too messed up to even answer his damn ringing phone.

Perpetual-Foot-In-Mouth Disease FT. Iwaizumi Hajime by SeijohTrash | Teens and Up Audiences, Angst, Canon Compliant, Angst with Happy Ending When Oikawa confesses to Iwaizumi, it’s safe to say he’s a little shocked. However, he’s more shocked at his own reaction, which is a mortifyingly quick acceptance of his confession.

What’s more shocking is how Iwaizumi can’t find it in himself to tell Oikawa the truth—that he doesn’t have feelings for him.

At least, he hopes that’s the truth.

Always, My Pillar of Strength by starlitcities | Mature, Angst, Unrequited Love, Cheating, Angst, Angst, ANGST “Oikawa,” Matsukawa mutters, surprised more than anything. “It’s two in the morning, what are you—?”

“What’s wrong with me, Mattsun?” Oikawa pulls at the hem of his shirt, the sopping fabric clinging to his skin and leaking water onto the doormat. “Anybody, everybody I know would kill to have me. And the only one I want to feel that way won’t even look at me.”

smut:

deep inside by lesbiantrait | Explicit, Bottom Iwaizumi, Omegaverse "Iwaizumi had been barely aware of anything happening with his own body before he felt the slow trickle of slick down his thighs at the sound of Oikawa calling for his mate.

He did become intensely aware of everything as soon as Oikawa’s eyes snapped open, looking as startled to find Iwaizumi in his room as he felt, as if he didn’t walk in freely on his best friend fucking a fleshlight.

His movements halted. Iwaizumi didn’t dare even breathe.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa’s voice was raspy and Iwaizumi wanted it injected in his veins, “you’re in heat. You need to leave.” "

or, Iwaizumi presents as an omega when he smells Oikawa's rut for the first time.

Cup of Sugar by oikawshoyo | Explicit, Bottom Iwaizumi, Canon Compliant "After about a month of his time in Irvine, the first package arrives. It’s standing there, on the table, big and heavy and exuding a familiarity that nearly brings tears to Hajime’s eyes.

“That’s really sweet,” Kevin says, eyeing Hajime’s valiant attempts to cut into the cardboard with a knife, “from your family?”

“My boyfriend,” Hajime clarifies, eyes not even straying to the return address. “That idiot’s the only one who would send me something after one month of being apart.” "

Tooru and Hajime go long-distance, and Hajime contemplates whether he's accidentally become a sugar baby.

picture perfect by zumiluvr | Explicit, Bottom Iwaizumi, Semi-Public Sex, Three-way “Iwaizumi? Oikawa?” A voice cut through the curtains. They tensed up, recognizing the person on the other side. Oikawa wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi defensively, loosening his hold when his lover delicately stroked the arms holding him.

“Ushijima.”

Where Iwaizumi and Oikawa let a special guest join their photo shoot

POV: you’re watching Oikawa Tooru fall (in love) by Mystrana | Explicit, Hockey-Figure-Skater AU, Falling in Love, Roommates, College AU Figure skater Tooru’s new dorm mate Iwaizumi is hot, strong AF, and allegedly pretty smart. There’s only one problem.

Iwa-chan plays hockey.

Come join Tooru on his adventure of navigating college life and training for Nationals with a hockey bro roommate (whom he wants to bone).

Better Than Porn by ShrimpyChan | Explicit, Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Bottom Iwaizumi there's a first time for everything :)

#iwaoi #oiiwa #iwaoi fic rec #oiiwa fic rec #iwaoi fluff #oiiwa fluff #iwaoi angst #oiiwa angst #iwaoi smut #oiiwa smut #fic rec #ao3 rec

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daddy-kawa · 2 years

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Iwaoi Drabble #1

Soooo I have been trying to get back into writing lately and figured I would take a crack at some Iwaoi content, hoping that would get me back in the game. This one is just a short and sweet (albeit angsty) little drabble I came up with last night. Hoping you guys enjoy and here's to more Iwaoi content coming soon :)

If someone were to ask him what love was, Oikawa would say that he didn’t know. That he’d never actually experienced it, so he couldn’t say. He would say that he was the type of person that others fall in love with, not the other way around. He would say that he didn’t believe in love. That love was overrated and that volleyball was the only thing he needed. He would say all of this with an airy laugh and an infuriating smirk on his face.

He would say all of this while knowing he was a liar. Because he knew exactly what love was and what came with it.

Love was late summer nights, spent sitting on hill watching the stars together. Love was running around with butterfly nets, knees caked with dirt, trying to catch any and all bugs they could find. Love was a soft hand on his throbbing knee and a kind voice asking him how much it hurt. Love was a tearful hug goodbye at the Miyagi airport, suitcases laying at his feet as he cried into a strong shoulder.

Love was Iwaizumi Hajime and everything that came with him, including the heartbreak of knowing his best friend would never love him back.

#iwaoi #iwaoi drabble #oikawa toru #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru drabble #iwaizumi hajime drabble #iwaoi angst #iwaoi fanfic #iwaoi fic #taylor attempts to write #haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fics #oiiwa #haikyuu angst

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oikuroonation · 1 year

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taking it upon myself to flood ao3 with sakuatsuiwaoi fics

#sakuatsuiwaoi #sakuatsu #iwaoi #oiiwa #sakuiwa #sakuoi #atsuiwa #iwatsu #haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #hajime iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #sakusa kyoomi #hq fic #ao3 #my tag

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silverflqmes · 5 months

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i did not know that anakin’s jp voice actor was the same as oik’s….youve actually just changed my life with that. and THEN I see your theme is based around, arguably, the best tswift song?? im obsessed

DUDE ITS INSANE

i found out like two years ago when i looked up the actor for other roles cuz i often watch stuff based on voice actors i like and at the bottom of the page it said he voiced both live action and cartoon anakin so i was in like seventh heaven bc ive had a thing for him for fifteen years oml😭😭😭 so to find out he has tooru’s voice i went nuts ( tooru is my no. 1 and anakin is just below him SO LIKE??? ) anyway i was very much pleased🥹❤️

and the fact that somebody wrote this oiiwa duology on ao3 with a star wars was au was so insane just for oikawa being the embodiment of anakin oml it inspired me to write my own haikyuu fic with some ocs in the prequel era<3

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS GOES HARD but my fav track from evermore is right where you left me; my theme is based on reputation and folklore tho!<3

#whew that was a mouthful #anikawa supremacy honestly❤️

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 11 months

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Blue Gatorade

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/e17jdYv

by zohee

Oikawa and Iwaizumi get chosen for Blue Lock.

Words: 695, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Flavour of the Week

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Blue Lock AU, Possible Blue Lock Spoilers, Established Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Mild Sexual Content, Angst, Up for any suggestions, Probably won't be too long of a fic, Alternate Universe, they play soccer, I don't know too much soccer rules but I'll try my best, btw this is an OIIWA fic but like with minimal sexual content so

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/e17jdYv

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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aoiaoimm · 2 years

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Police officer Akaashi in my Haikyuu fic

He hasn appeared yet but like, he will be there. Btw check it out if you like mafia AU. Yandere Iwaizumi, contract killer Oikawa and stuff

#akaashi keiji #fanart #illustration #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #oiiwa fic #matsuhana fic #bokuakaa fic #kuroken fic

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kittkatt-xx · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/42904752/chapters/107790063

#iwaoi #oiiwa #iwaoi fic #iwaoifanfiction #oiiwa fanfic #oiiwa fanfiction #oikawa tooru #oikawa toru #tooru oikawa #toru oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #hq fanfic #hq fanfiction

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giustoart · 4 months

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In Black Ink

My favourite scenes from chapters 1 and 2 of @matsuwuhana's amazing fic!

#haikyuu #iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #oiiwa #in black ink #iwaoi fic

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eurydicees · 5 months

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all the things he left you with in the aftermath (& all you'd do to get him back) (iwaoi, 7022 words)

10:03am on June 22, 2017: Oikawa dials Iwaizumi’s phone number and no one picks up. Or, the afterlife looks an awful lot like Tokyo International Airport; Iwaizumi has gotten on a lonely, nonstop flight; and Oikawa will go anywhere and do anything to bring him home. (An urban Orpheus & Eurydice AU.)

written for the @hqbb !! thank you to everyone who helped make this project possible and sorry for making you cry, but also, like, i'm not really that sorry <3

#my writing #haikyuu #iwaoi #hajime iwaizumi #tooru oikawa #oiiwa #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #iwaoi fanfiction #haikyuu fanfiction #iwaoi fic

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matsinko · 5 months

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Parallel Lines

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa Rating: T WC: 55k Tags: Magic AU, HP AU, Auror Iwaizumi Hajime, Quidditch Star Oikawa Tooru, Case Fic, Mystery, Very Slow Burn, Second Chances

Summary: In post-war wizarding Tokyo, Iwaizumi is an Auror who goes through life on autopilot. He craves adventure that never comes, buried underneath a pile of documents and small-scale crimes. Until he’s finally given a high-profile case: the murder of Japan’s sweetheart, the Quidditch star Oikawa Tooru.

What follows would lead him to confront not only the unravelling mystery but the haunting shadows of his own past.

Read Chapter 5 on AO3

#the energy this took to post #i am absolutely getting destroyed @ work ahdsabs #iwaoi #haikyuu!!#hq fic #parallel lines #oiiwa #hqbb #hqbb2023 #my writing #hq fics #iwaoi fanfic

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bnha-hq · 5 years

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could you write an iwaoi with the song Need you now please?

this took me so long, I decided to write a fic with each paragraph beginning with the next line in the song (changed a few words and removed the second chorus though lmao) ENJOY!

‘I need you now’ that sentence, those words, sat on his tongue, begging to be released yet when the moment presents itself they don’t dare come out. It were those four small words that always lingered in the back of his mind, just waiting for an opportunity to lunge into the forefront at any given time and it didn’t seem to matter what he did, anything and everything reminded him of Oikawa. He tried telling himself that he didn’t, that he and the boy in front of him had moved on, that while what they had was good, it was now over and they were both alright with that, they had made peace with it. But sitting here, organising the small things like what photo’s the each of them would keep had shaken him, he hadn’t expected this to hurt so much, a deep ache that he couldn’t soothe no matter what he tried.

Picture perfect memories laid spread out between them, the irony wasn’t lost on Iwaizumi, separated by their past yet kept where they were by their future, it felt unbelievably cruel to him but he had to push on, he had to complete this simple task of sorting photos and it really was simple. Oikawa had set up 3 boxes, one for Iwaizumi, one to be scanned and one for himself, they managed without a single fight which he told himself was just caused by the relief of having ended things, though he wasn’t sure if he could even muster up the voice to speak let alone yell and Oikawa himself looked tired, his shoulders sagged and dark bags sat under his eyes…could either of them confidently say they were relieved? Could they say they were happy? He so badly wanted to know but he didn’t ask, he couldn’t bring himself to break the fragile illusion they had found themselves in, he couldn’t break that illusion to himself fully either.

Scattered all around the floor were the remaining photos they had decided to leave and continue another time, they’d worked through hundreds of them, each one weighing him down a little more, and by the way Oikawa’s shoulders seemed to be sagging more and more he could guess it was the same for him. This whole thing seemed to be a fight neither of them wanted a part in yet neither of them seemed to know how to stop it, it felt like the calm before the storm and one wrong move, one wrong word or even one wrong look would bring it all back full force, so he did none of it. He said nothing as Oikawa collected his things and lead himself out. He said nothing as he climbed into his car and still said nothing as he watched him drive off, despite all the things he wanted to say, all the things he wanted Oikawa to know, he just couldn’t bring himself to say any of it

Reaching for the phone he debated whether or not to call him, everything he wanted to say weighed so heavily on his chest it made it hard to breathe. It ached so badly, so deeply, that he felt he could hardly even move. He felt trapped, he didn’t know what to do, what he was expected to or what he should do, the last thing he needed was to make things worse, to do something that would make the emptiness and the coldness of his bed more unbearable than it already was, but what could he do? Did he lie here under the weight of all he didn’t say and let him go or did he get up, dial Oikawa’s number and do something about it?

‘cause, he can’t fight it anymore, at least that’s what he wanted to believe, but in all honesty he could, and a part of him wanted to fight it. His thoughts were swirling around so wildly that he could hardly see straight, he could hardly split the thoughts into negative and positive, it was all just Oikawa. Everything about him screamed in his mind, his beauty and perseverance followed by his arrogance and his stubbornness. Things that drove their relationship forward and things that halted it all in one. He agonised over what they had been, on what they could still be and what their future could hold. He hovered over the keys, he felt as if he were drowning in words yet couldn’t think of a single one to type out.

He wondered if he ever crossed his mind, the thought quickly scrapped with though, he really didn’t think he wanted to know the answer anyway, what if it was no? What if Iwaizumi was completely alone in his regret, lying there thinking about someone who didn’t spare a thought for him at all? Then what if it was a yes? What if he did lie there at night, Iwaizumi weighing on his thoughts, was that enough to fix what went wrong? To unsay all those painful things, to take back all that was said and done? He wanted it to be, he so badly wanted it to be enough but was it worth trying again unless he was sure?

“For me it happens all the time” he answered his own silent question out loud, his voice rough enough for him to briefly wonder how long it had been since he actually spoke out loud. He wasn’t sure but he thought it had probably been a fair while, he simply hadn’t needed too, without Tooru there to talk to he found himself in his own company far more often than not. Tooru was always the more social of the two, preferring to go out in large groups and have big get togethers but he wasn’t, while he enjoyed the odd get together being in the company of three or four people were more than enough for the most part.

It’s a quarter after one when he checks the time again, how could it feel like time had frozen still yet hours had passed? His body felt heavy, his eyelids too heavy to keep open yet he couldn’t sleep, despite his exhaustion his thoughts hadn’t slowed down, they continued to run around his mind and he couldn’t even begin to say what they were. Sleepless nights like these weren’t uncommon for Iwaizumi, whenever he was worried or stressed he’d be unable to sleep, though usually he had Tooru beside him, the steady sound of his breathing and the warmth from him body pressed against his own always helped settle his worries and ease his mind.

He’s all alone and he needs him now. He needed him, the realisation feeling like a comforting caress and a kick to the gut all at once. He knew he needed him, but he didn’t realise just how badly he did, he thought he could continue on, push away the thoughts and soldier through the pain but he realised now that he really couldn’t. He missed his voice, his laugh, the way his nose crinkled when he was grossed out by something and the way he moved closer to him when he was nervous. He missed his stubbornness and his arrogance and the late nights spent soothing his anxious thoughts, the light of the newly rising sun on the horizon when they finally settled into bed. He missed Tooru, and by god did it hurt not having him there, in that moment he regretted nothing more.

Said he wouldn’t call but he’s lost all control and he needed him now, there was no way around it. The gentle caress had turned into a firm grip around his throat, he felt as though he couldn’t breathe, the regret settling deep in his bones and shaking him to his core. He had never felt anything like this before, the fear and grief was so intense and so sudden it honestly scared him. It scared the living daylights out of him, he couldn’t bear the thought of it being with him forever, the idea that he’d never hold Tooru in his arms again or feel his hair against his cheek as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear that with the dark as their only witness. He couldn’t stand it, he just couldn’t. He got up and grabbed his bottle of whiskey, he knew he shouldn’t drink away his problems, he knew it was a step in a dangerous direction but he wouldn’t lose control. It was just to take the edge off right? That’s how it justified it to himself anyway.

He didn’t know how he can do without, he just needed him now, he’d give up anything and everything just to have him back, no price was too big or request too bold. Whatever it took he’d do it in a heartbeat, he just needed to find out what exactly it was that he needed to do to fix it, because lying here suffocating on his grief was getting him nowhere. His mind continued to race, more questions and no solutions, it all went back to the question on whether it was fixable or not, was his grief and their love, if it was even reciprocated, enough to push them through this rough patch? If it wasn’t could he handle another break up? He honestly didn’t know the answers to those.

Another shot of whiskey, can’t stop looking at the door, a small part of him expected Oikawa to come waltzing through the door, a story or twelve on his lips from the day he’d had that he was dying to share. He expected him to come through the door, groceries on hand and a new founded determination to not ruin dinner that night, or the number of a takeout store on his phone ready. But he knew he wouldn’t, he knew the next time Oikawa came through that door it would be to finish separating the photos, whatever unspoken words sat on his tongue would remain there, never to see the light of day. There would be no dinner or no take out, no stories of his day, just a cold, empty shell of what used to be and the burning ache of regret deep in his bones.

Still, he sat there wishing he’d come sweepin’ in the way he did before, no matter the kind of day he had his entrance was always grand. Whether he walked in groaning heavily, ranting angrily about something or another that had happened that day or calling ‘iwa-chan’ with that sing-song tone Iwaizumi had missed more than he had ever thought possible. He thought back to everything, a sudden sense of urgency telling him it was now or never, make the move or lose him forever. So he sat by the photos and looked through them all, starting with Oikawa’s pile. The first one was their graduation day, Oikawa smiling brightly as Iwaizumi kissed his cheek, both holding diplomas, followed by them as children. Oikawa was standing on the edge of the sandpit, his cheeks a little red and a band aid on his knee and Iwaizumi remembered that day like it was yesterday, he’d fallen and Iwaizumi had to get him a band aid, Oikawa had sobbed out a thank you and Iwaizumi promised to always take care of him…where had that gone so wrong? When had Iwaizumi gone slack on his promise? He thought back to all the times he’d let Oikawa leave in tears, how many times he’d shrug off whatever was bothering the other and left him to deal with his own problems without even an inch of support. He’d let Oikawa down in a way he promised he’d never do, and that broke his heart, sure Oikawa had done his fair share in the downward spiral of their relationship but Iwaizumi wasn’t all innocent either. He knew what he’d done wrong and maybe with that knowledge he could fix it, maybe they could try again! His stomach churned in anticipation, he was terrified, for in just one text he’d find out what his future held, whether he’d be given this one last chance to win the love of his life back, would it work? He had no idea, but he had to try, he just had to. He grabbed his phone, finding Oikawa’s number and typing out his message quickly, hitting send before he could back out. He needed to send it, he needed his love back in his life.

“I just need you now”

#iwaoi #oiiwa #oikawa x iwaizumi #iwaizumi x oikawa #oikawa #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #Iwaizumi #Iwaizumi Hajime #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #hq #hq fic #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #iwaoi fic #oiiwa fic #slight angst

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paintbrushyy · 5 years

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Spring break prompt: Iwaoi + "Ne, Iwa-chan?" (That particular line has been floating around in my mind for months now for some reason...)

“Ne, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa calls out and Iwaizumi turns, knife in hand. Oikawa sits on the counter in his shorts, legs crossed and leaning forwards.

“Don’t cry,” He whispers, and Iwaizumi scoffs throwing his head away from Oikawa. He chops another slice of onions as Oikawa’s voice bubbles up into a giggle.

“Don’t distract me Tooru…” Iwaizumi says and he blinks through the tears in his eyes stinging like a pin is being scraped down his iris. He tries to rub them with the back of his hand, but it doesn’t make it any better.

“You don’t have to make dinner, you know, we could just order in?” Oikawa says and jumps off the table landing gently next to Iwaizumi in their small kitchen. “I’m not gonna order in when it’s her first visit here,” Iwaizumi says and just the thought of her little hands and smile make his heart fall deep in his stomach. “Okay, well, do you want help?” Oikawa tilts his head into Iwaizumi’s view his hair falling across his eyes.

“No. You can’t cook for shit,” Iwaizumi says and bumps Oikawa’s hips, pushing him out of view and continues chopping the onions. Oikawa puts his hands up in defeat,

“Okay okay, fine, I’ll set the table then, and pull out the movies for her to pick from,” Oikawa opens the cupboard. “No alien movies, I don’t want to scare her,” Iwaizumi says, his hands are shaking as he pours the chopped onions into the pot. This night just has to be perfect, he thinks.

“Hey,”

Iwaizumi turns as Oikawa lays a hand on his, looking up into his brown eyes. “We’re perfect for her, she loves us, okay?” Oikawa presses his forehead to Iwaizumi’s brushing their noses as Iwaizumi takes a deep breath.

“I just—”

“Want it to be perfect,” Oikawa finishes, and Iwaizumi opens his eyes the tears still pricking the corners.

“I want this, Tooru,” His hands slide onto Oikawa’s hips,

“I want a family, with you and her and…” Iwaizumi’s fingers squeeze him.

“I know, I want that too,” Oikawa whispers and tilts his head to press a soft kiss to Iwaizumi’s lips.

Iwaizumi feels his heart flutter at Oikawa’s touch and he squeezes his hips again. He’s warm under Iwaizumi’s fingertips and Iwaizumi basks in that warmth for a moment before opening his eyes. He smiles at Oikawa.

“Thank you,” Iwaizumi sighs and turns back to his onions. “Always,” Oikawa says and leans back on the table watching Iwaizumi’s hands move swiftly with the knife.

“Table,” Iwaizumi says and Oikawa jumps up remembering. “Yes, yes, I’m going. White plates right?” “Yes the nice ones, she’s 4 but the social worker isn’t and will notice,” Iwaizumi calls and Oikawa moves to the bottom cupboard. He gathers the plates, pressing them to his chest and carries them to the table, the placemats already set.

Iwaizumi stirs the pot a few more times and he notices, his hands have stopped shaking. He takes in a deep breath, the fresh curry scent filling his lungs. His body is still and calm.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi calls and looks over his shoulder at Oikawa, who looks up, surprised, from the chopsticks he’s placing.

“I love you,” Iwaizumi says and his furrowed brow loosens as the words float across the room and Oikawa smiles. “I love you too, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says and Iwaizumi’s cheeks flush. He turns back to his stirring, the food almost ready.

Moments pass in silence as they bustle about the kitchen and living room their apartment starting to smell heavy with the scent of curry. “Can you open a window?” Iwaizumi asks and Oikawa nods rushing over to open the window over the sink as Iwaizumi changes the temperature on the rice.

“What else?” Oikawa asks, realizing he’s finished what he was told to do before. Iwaizumi looks from the pot to Oikawa then stands back. He turns in a small circle, looking at the table and living room. They both pause and look at each other, their words empty in their heads.

“I guess we wait,” Iwaizumi says and Oikawa blinks, looking over their work, taking a few steps closer to Iwaizumi.

“We wait,” Oikawa says again. His shoulders tens up at the words and Oikawa feels the craving for a glass of wine but knows not to drink in front of her.

Iwaizumi opens his mouth to speak, but before any word can form on his tongue a knock on the door fills their silence. They both jump and stiffen.

“I’ll get it you, you… just look good, fatherly… look fatherly…” Oikawa mumbles and Iwaizumi stands straight next to the counter his face red with excitement.

Oikawa opens the door with a smile, greeting the small woman on the other side.

“Hello,” He says and bows as she crosses the threshold. She scans the room as she enters and Oikawa closes the door behind her. When he turns he’s met with large blue eyes. He stiffens as his heart melts in his chest, the little girl clinging to the woman’s leg.

Iwaizumi greets the woman as Oikawa comes to his side, and they both hold their breath as the little girl is pushed out from behind her.

“This is Himari,” The woman says, and Iwaizumi reaches out for Oikawa’s hand squeezing it.

“Hi…” Oikawa says and she little girl smiles, her eyes scrunching up with joy.

Sorry this is so late, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!!

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