#OIKAWA 🥺🥺🥺

[seiwas]

cw: happy tears and tickle fights, birthday celebrations and other things. unedited sawry. ‼️ FIC SPOILERS PAST THIS PORTION OF THE CONTENT WARNING ‼️ pregnancy.

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hajime’s birthday this year is different.

you don’t celebrate on the day of, contrary to your tradition of keeping it free no matter what. instead, you decide on the weekend, taking time to prepare his gift while he’s out of town.

the sunday morning starts out slow, a late wake to his usual 5:00 a.m. runs. you shift beside him, turning to snuggle deeper into his hold.

you weren’t able to wait for him last night, any hour past midnight simply impossible for you to keep up with these days.

your breath puffs out in a long exhale, tickling his collarbone.

he pulls you closer when you move, tucking his nose into the crown of your head. it’s something you both do, you’ve noticed—breathing each other in the moment you return to one another.

the celebration today is not lost on you, but you take in these few silent moments with him for just a bit longer.

when he stirs, squeezing you tighter as he mumbles a low ‘morning’, you peer up to kiss his chin. he’s ticklish there, you know, especially when your lips catch on the bits of stubble grown a few days after he shaves.

it takes longer for you both to get out of bed because of that, a tickle fight ensuing as hajime sneakily crawls his fingers up your armpits, blowing raspberries at the spot right below your ears.

you slip into the bathroom that way—a little clumsy and a lot giggly. then you crouch low, opening the cabinet under the sink; hidden in it is your gift for him, a flat rectangle wrapped in kraft paper and a green bow.

it’s the first thing in your agenda today, you’ve decided, unable to wait until he receives it at the end of the day, like you’d originally planned.

hajime’s propped up against the headboard when you step back into your bedroom, blanket scrunched at his hip. you’re no fan of the season’s heat, but you thank god it’s summer, because at least, you’re met with the view of his exposed chest every morning.

he holds an arm out to welcome you back in, letting you rest your legs across his lap as he cradles your back.

“your gift,” you whisper, holding out the wrapped rectangle, “open it first. that’s the first thing on our agenda today.”

he chuckles, taking the soft rectangle from your hands while kissing your temple, “thanks, babe. you didn’t have to.”

you watch eagerly, tucking yourself into his side as you wrap an arm around his waist. he tears through the wrapper but sets aside the bow, knowing you like to recycle them when you have the chance.

hajime is a simple man, and at the sight of his favorite brand of socks, he lights up at the addition of one more to his already-full drawer of them.

he turns to you, about to pepper your face with a bunch of kisses but—

“check the hem, i got something done to it.” you giggle.

he looks confused for a moment before he turns them over, plain white save for the dark green letters running around its ankle garters.

there’s another reason you decided to celebrate his birthday this weekend, on the third sunday of june.

he deciphers the word, reading each letter: p-a-p-a, and you can see the cogs turning in his brain before he immediately whips his head to face you.

“you’re—?”

you nod.

there’s something indescribable in his eyes, emotion welling up as they gloss over dark olive green—it makes you want to cry, too.

damn all these hormones.

“happy birthday, papa.” you sniffle, smiling wide, “and happy father’s day.”

(after a whole lot of tears, and even more kissing, you show hajime the tests you took while he was away. he tells you you should have told him, that he would have come home, but you shake your head.

it’s well worth it, seeing his reaction to two things he can celebrate today.)

[16th-of-a-twigg]

🏐 His Hot Girl Summer Era 💅 Ko-Fi

[plebbypebblepleb]

fetus oikawa 🩷🩷

IM AOBBING I GOT THIS STUPID TOY AND I EDITED OIKAWAS HAIR ONTO IT PLSS

[queenelleee]

30-year-old Oikawa still rizzing everyone with his hair, long fingers 🫣, and look at that handsome face 😭🫶

He looks like he is saying something philosophical but knowing him, I bet he is saying something stupid lol.

[rendnotmyheart]

The one single problem I have with Haikyuu is that Inuoka gets replaced by Lev😭😭😭 Like my baby, whyyyyy. I love himmm

[ghostbeam]

not tsukishima omg I'm shattered oz!!!!!

I’m SO sorry I do not like that guy😔😔I wish I could…it makes me sad to not like a hq character but he has made an enemy out of me

[dorianpavus]

happy birthday to me 🎈🎂🎉

[jemmacherry]

All of Aoba Johsai would fight if they hear someone badmouthing Oikawa because objectively -however annoying and childish Tooru may be- he is the best captain they could ever have and they admire and love him -ok maybe only Kyoutani doesn't- so I NEED a fanfiction about it. Does anyone have anything to recommend me?

[seiwas]

the equal want of having iwa as my husband and oikawa as the father of my children 🥺🤧

[hikari-writes]

Oikawa: Now i want you to try this with me, okay? Take my hand, and you say something that you love about yourself, and i say something that I love about myself. Alright?

Y/N: ...I don't see how this is supposed to help

Oikawa: Oh, just trust me. Okay, how about this? I'll go first. I love...my eyes. And now, you.

Y/N: I love....my smile, I suppose.

Oikawa: Very good! Alright, I love...my sense of style.

Y/N: Does that count?

Oikawa: Well I think it does. And now, you.

Y/N: Hm...alright. I love...my taste in friends. ...Does that one count?

Oikawa: Why, well...I suppose it does.

[katasstrophy]

It's okay!! I'm glad you liked it!! And Rin would be a fan of a true crime girlie <33 Tbh I think he'd like laughing lightly at someone who can't stand horror as much as he would like someone who can. Boy is a sadist after all who destroys beautifully~ sending you all my dream power btw!! Bc funniest thing about my bllk dreams with Rin is that I, and this may be a shock, don't like him romantically 😆 I'm too much of a Bachira stan and support him with you and itoshi-s too much <33 but Rin is a character I desperately want to be friends with!! I want to annoy him to DEATH, do yoga together, and watch horror together and drag Rin to meet the love of his life, cheer from the sidelines, and take pics 9f his awkward ass to send to the gc lmao along with my last rites when Rin inevitably murders me. Do you have any bulk characters, or others, you platonically ship yourself with?? ☺️☺️☺️

omg yes 100% rin is a little shit he’d def make fun of people who get – according to him, bastard 🙄 – overly freaked out over horror films. he’s do it in like a subtle way tho (bc he knows that’s even more irritating) raising an eyebrow when you shriek at a quote on quote ‘obvious’ jump scare that he sat through without flinching. “… that wasn’t even that bad” “literally- shut. the fuck up rin” (alsoshdbbdk he has ulterior motives tho. grumbles a bit but is secretly pleased when you try to hide your face in his shoulder, braving through the movie bc you want to spend time with him🥺)

LMAO i’m so glad you think rinnie bby would appreciate a true crime girlie bc i’m a psycho who falls asleep to that shit 🥺 (do y’all know that tiktok sound that’s like,, girls listening to true crime at 9am with an expressionless face like her leg was cut off. her arm was cut off. her ear was cut off pls that’s me) he’d be baffled honestly. doesn’t get why horror freaks you out while true crime doesn’t even make you blink LOL. (you make him listen to one (1) podcast and he’s scarred for life skssjdbbdjf and from then on you just stick to your.. preferred genre of scary shit there i go on a self-indulgent tangent again)

zari are you seeing this 🤭🫣 tumblr says rinari and rivrin is CANON as they should we’re in love 😌✨💅 but aw omg that’s so cute!! 🥺🥺 love a friendship where you just wanna murder each other (affectionately). we’re playing opposites here teehee bc i feel like bachira and i would be great friends – def the chaotic bastards dynamic LOL. i also feel like me and tsukki from haikyuu would get along great purely bc we two collectively hold more salt than the dead sea we’d roast each other – but mostly everyone else around us – to death mwehuahhehe mean girls mhm that’s us

[kyovtani]

who do we have on our pretty minds today babies?🥺

[heysillybee]

This panel is so- Bokuto is BABY I don’t accept criticism on that

[starship--phoenix]

[saexy]

bfr. how can someone look at him and not go “zen’s man”

J U L I A !!!!!! I WASNT READY FOR THAT—

[haikyu-mp4]

Mattsun finally confessing to their oblivious manager pls? 🥺🤲 she’s the type to have flirtatious advances fly over her head and Mattsun’s not really good with words (it’s his very first confession. He’s nervous. Makki teasing him about it isn’t helping.)

Like the wind

word count; 744 – gn!reader

Matsukawa Issei was about to lose his mind. The only good thing about flirtatious advances flying right over your head like the wind was that at least you didn’t entertain any other guys who approached you either.

“You look good today.”

“I am feeling rather great, the sun shining always makes me feel revitalised.”

And Mattsun would watch with a little smirk from the sideline as you moved on to fill up water bottles as if his advances didn’t go just about the same way.

Well… except for the fact that they could hardly be called advances when he had no idea how to talk to you.

He would typically come over right as you filled the last bottle to carry the baskets for you, and when you thanked him with that pretty smile, all he could say was “Heh pfft yes. You’re welcome.”

As Makki snickered from the entrance to the gym, Mattsun felt like this might be a mission impossible even Tom Cruise couldn’t handle.

“Mattsun, y/n, go get the net, please!” Oikawa ordered, turning to Iwaizumi with a not-so-subtle wink.

“On it!” you yelled back, jogging over to the adjacent equipment room with Mattsun in tow, who was glaring over his shoulder at his friends.

You picked up the net, making an annoyed sound when a thread had gotten stuck on a hook that was a bit too high up. “Could you get that?” you asked. Issei cleared his throat, which made you take half a step back.

He leaned over you and tugged it loose, letting it fall into your arms. Now that he was standing so close, he gulped, looking at you with parted lips as if even he was wondering if any words would leave him. “Uh… good?” he stuttered, lifting a hand to pat the net.

“Excellent,” you emphasised, glancing out into the gym and then back to Mattsun. “Should we go?”

As he moved just a bit to the side, you slipped past him and scattered away, hoping he couldn’t hear the loud beating of your heart.

You’re walking to the gym in the wintertime, Iwa, Oikawa and Makki walking in front of you and Mattsun beside you, the cold biting at any exposed skin as you moved from your last lecture to the gym for practice. While thinking about something you needed to remember for that class, you started fiddling with your hands in thought, and Mattsun noticed.

“Your hands look cold,” he said, pulling the hand closest to you out of his pocket but not saying anything further.

You looked up at him and tilted your head before looking back at your hands. “Oh? Don’t worry, they’re not.”

He grumbled something along the lines of ‘great’ while watching Makki snicker in front of him, taking mental note of where his next serve would hit. The hand was quickly tucked back in his pocket like nothing happened.

It wasn’t until after the last tournament in their third year that Matsukawa finally decided to go for it. He’d watched his friends break down crying after their devastating loss and he couldn’t help how his heart softened while watching you frantically pull tissues out of a box to dry their tears.

As you checked behind you that no player was left behind, a hand touched your shoulder and slid under the strap of the equipment bag. You didn’t startle, seeing it was Mattsun. “It’s not heavy, you know I can get it,” you said with a knowing smile but didn’t make any effort to take the bag back.

“Makes me feel cool, let me have this,” he joked, and it made the two of you chuckle under your breaths as you left the gym. Having a good cry loosened up his nerves, he supposed. Walking out was bittersweet, wanting to enjoy the last bit of energy from the game while the weight of the loss sat heavily on his shoulders. You couldn’t imagine how they felt, but Matsukawa wanted you to at least know how he felt. “I like you.”

You nodded and kept walking, smiling at the tall guy by your side. “I like you too, you know that.”

He huffed, smiling affectionately but still in disbelief. “No, I like you.”

Your legs stopped moving gradually, grabbing his hand loosely as you stopped. He turned to you with an unsure grimace and you tilted your head. “Why didn’t you say so?”

“Believe me, I tried.”

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