#iwaoi wedding

[theryokawa]

Need everybody I know to look at them!!!! OH!! And also, thank you to all the super cool people who worked on the @iwaoiweddingzine (I hope the tag works 😭)

[amalasdraws]

My final pic for last years @iwaoiweddingzine

[sugawara--san]

me seeing all the romantic things happening at the paris olympics: what if that was [insert haikyuu ship]

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

oikawa tooru big fan of puzzles. thinking about how dedicated he is to his craft like he works so hard to be good at what he does he opens a puzzle and locks tf in. pieces scattered across the table his formula is corners first then all the edges he builds the frame then he starts at the bottom and works up. if any of the pieces come stuck together he breaks them apart immediately and mixes them in he does not take shortcuts he likes a challenge. they completely consume him like hyperfocus to the max once he starts he can’t stop glasses on hunched over the table puzzling away. he generally doesn’t keep them once he’s finished he lets it sit for a bit takes a picture for his records then disassembly begins with little to no fanfare he doesn’t really need people to know (unless it’s a BIG puzzle then it goes on his instagram story) it’s just something he does for him he can focus for a while it gives him a sense of accomplishment and he stretches really well afterward. his favorites are pictures of places like scenic shots of nature or cities and puzzles of famous artworks like monet or van gogh or hokusai but if a puzzle comes into his possession he’s doing it at some point no matter what the picture is.

hanamaki takahiro never finished puzzles. he likes them in theory and is super excited to start them but gets bored or distracted within an hour and walks away. he works on them intermittently for a week or so while they sit and collect dust and are inevitably put away before they get finished. his attention span just isn’t long enough anything more than 50 pieces isn’t getting done. the only ones he ever finishes are the 3d like moving puzzles with the ridged pieces the ones that hurt to look at they’re usually less pieces and he likes the texture and they’re stupid pictures he completes them and picks them up of the table then crumples them apart. he really likes the idea of puzzles just doesn’t usually like them in practice, they’re too time consuming need too much focus and he’s a busy man with too much other shit to get into.

matsukawa issei is not a fan of puzzles. like he’ll help put together a piece or two if someone else is working on one but will never go out of his way to assemble a puzzle like he doesn’t care they’re not his thing he’s bored already. however he is a big fan of brain teaser/fidget puzzles like wooden puzzle cubes and puzzle boxes and metal knot things. he knows how to solve a rubik’s cube can do it in under 2 minutes no biggie he doesn’t even own one himself he just goes “can i try” whenever he sees one and flies through it. he can even solve one with his eyes closed just looks at it for a minute shuts his eyes boom solved. all these give him something to do with his hands conventional puzzles are too much sitting still and looking he needs to fidget or straight up not move none of this half and half nonsense.

iwaizumi hajime completely impartial when it comes to puzzles. he’ll help oikawa on one if he’s asked to but never seeks puzzles out he gets the appeal they’re just not for him personally. he saw a comic book puzzle one time that was really cool but that’s the extent of his interest tbh. iwaizumi isn’t a huge fan of sit down activities that aren’t competitive (anti puzzle pro video game) but as nerdy as it sounds has always been a fan of reading . graphic novels real books even the newspaper something about it is engaging and relaxing enough at the same time for him to sit still for an extended period of time. middle aged married iwaoi on weekends tooru does a puzzle at the table while hajime sits on the couch and reads a book they’re both wearing glasses they take a break at 2pm to take a nap together and go on a walk then are back at it by 4.

[frobby]

Lets all name fanfics that formulatively changed our lives

Ill go first: there's this haikyuu kenhina fanfic where Kenma works at CVS and every time I see a CVS I think 'Kenma work there'

[waveoftheocean]

oh my, i wonder whose hand iwa-chan is holding 🤔💍

(preview of my piece for @iwaoiweddingzine! preorders are open rn 👀👀 https://iwaoiweddingzine.bigcartel.com/)

[akascow]

oikawa who doesnt have any good pictures bc iwaizumi keeps ruining them at the last second (purposefully shoving oikawas shoulder or walking in front of the camera so they all come out blurry)

[namistrella]

So excited to share a sneak peek of my piece for the @iwaoiweddingzine!! This fic was a delight to write (wedding vows! paper cranes!) and it's been an honor to be part of this project! ✨🕊️💍

🕊️ preorders are open here! 🕊️

[kings-highway]

haikyuu ships but its things about their relationships or moments that I think would surprise their friends/teammates

starting off with my boys Daisuga: honestly definitely the rest of the team forgets that they haven't been together forever, and are never expecting when either of them are acting like, well, teenagers in a relationship. Specifically in regards to being shy in front of each other or wanting to impress each other, the rest of the team always is surprised by it because in their mind, like, why are you feeling insecure in this relationship I thought you've been dating for 2 years and Suga is just like "try 3 months BITCH now I need you to find out what his favourite kind of chocolate is I'll pay you real money if he doesnt realize why you're asking."

right along to Kagehina and honestly, literally even just realizing they have a normal relationship. I think everyone absolutely understands how they got together, but I imagine the first time ANYONE sees them out in public together they ALL have a moment thats like "oh shit they like... are actually dating" and every time Kagehina is just like... on a lunch date, or going shopping, walking a dog, just chatting. Like people are surprised that they genuinely spend time together outside of sports. The first time Kageyama goes with Hinata as his date to a family wedding the entire family is flabberghasted bc they definitely thought this was an on-court obsession only

Iwaoi is really simple, literally just people realizing that Iwaizumi has genuine romantic affection towards him is the funniest thing to me. There's a week where Iwaoi is worried bc Iwa had to go to school with a hickey on his neck but literally NOBODY bats an eye or even mentions it because "yeah Oikawa obviously-" but when theyre changing for practice and they see that Oikawa has a hickey on his neck the entire team goes feral and practically tackles Iwaizumi like "you committed to kissing him for that long?????? YOU?????" like they cannot comprehend Iwaizumi actively participating. (obviously this is also the only time they every see Iwazumi embarassed enough to visibly blush which only compounds things.)

Bokuaka's is so stupid but honestly - the first moment the team realizes that Akaashi is, like, attracted to Bokuto and isnt just his best friend that got carried away. Konoha catches Akaashi checking out Bokuto's ass as he's leaving the changing room and it legitimately ruins Konoha's day. What is he supposed to do with this information.

To be completely fair, Ushiten as a concept probably absolutely baffles the entire Shiratorizawa team for multiple reasons. I think though the obvious one is that the rest of the team cannot understand how little Ushijima is bothered by any of Tendou's antics, where Tendou is VRRY touchy and goofy and lots of PDA and affection and Ushijima is completely receptive and unbothered by it, if not going out of his way to intentionally make Tendou laugh to invite him to more. Like Tendou absolutely would sit on his lap during lunch and Reon would be sitting there losing his mind bc last time he sat too close to Ushijima he got a lecture on personal space. Oh, but now suddenly he's super chill and relaxed and nothing bothers him its tendou doing it.

Asanoya's is a little sad tbh but I think, specifically the second and first years, would be surprised by how serious Noya is about the relationship and how little he tolerates jokes about them being opposites/a surprising pair or any of that. Like theyre shocked to find out how seriously he's taking being a boyfriend and really trying to make sure Asahi is happy. The idea that it isnt superficial or just for fun for him is surprising to them.

Arankita - in a comedy of errors Atsumu accidentally finds out they they are ~no longer virgins~ and legitimately has to leave practice for 20 minutes. There's a piece of him, and the rest of the team, that had 100% believed Kita was a robot and they just.... the idea that this was something that happened organically and not for "procreation" doesnt fit in their worldview. Kita smacks the next person who brings it up and that ends the conversation.

[naofairy]

Haikyuu!! January fic recs

I’m back to reading fanfiction and thought this could be a nice way to organise them while making some recommendations so here are the best fics I read this month (in no particular order):

Iwaoi

the man who moved oceans to find home and the one who swallowed his raw heart whole by eurydicees

this one was one of the best fics I’ve EVER read, it tickled my brain in the best way, if you like post timeskip and character study fics, give it a read

Sakuatsu

the path to gold is paved with the bones of the monsters that came before us by eurydicees

another fic by eurydicees that made me gasp

Spring Awaits Us by Meiko Atsushi

this fic made me go to a local Japanese bookstore and ask for recommendations for books about Edo era

Bound by internetpistol

enemies to lovers actors AU that I actually enjoyed

Tsukkiyama

miserability by copyrightings

I love me some angsty tsukkiyama

the world will follow after by TheFledgingDM

this one made me fall in love with Yamaguchi, also I love the fake date to a wedding trope

Daisuga

Hard Times by Mooifyourecows

this was honestly so wholesome and funny, I love anticapitalist Suga

Asanoya

The Sound of Your Voice by athena_crikey

My second favourite fic of this month, the story was wholesome and the writing was beautiful, honestly my top asanoya fic ever

The Tanaka & Noya Show by AVernedi

Another wholesome fic with beautiful friendship between Tanaka & Noya

fic rec masterlist

[seijorhi]

Heedless, Heartless.

An Iwaoi sorta ;)) commission for another and very patient and lovely nonnie <33 Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader, Oikawa Tooru x female reader w.c 5.2k tw: non/dubcon, yandere themes, nsfw, drunk/drugged reader, non-con filming, sex-tape, kinda stockholm-y vibes, smut

Friendships are a complicated thing.

When romantic relationships go bad – feelings fade or change, or somebody fucks up – you’re expected to walk away. The healthy thing to do is walk away.

Iwaizumi thinks he might hate his best friend. 

Wasn’t always like that. As a kid, he’d rather have taken a volleyball to the face than admit out loud that Oikawa Tooru was his best friend; that didn’t mean it wasn’t true, though. He might’ve been a vain, arrogant, childish piece of shit at the best of times, but Iwaizumi knew that was all just surface stuff. 

It wasn’t only that he was good at volleyball and helped make Iwa better, too. And it wasn’t that he stuck to Iwa’s side no matter how many times the brunet called him names or threatened to beat him up. Iwa liked him, saw beyond all that stupid shit – to the kid who loved volleyball more than anything, who was kinda weird and a bit too into aliens, who wasn’t nearly so self assured and cocky as he pretended to be, with a drive to win so intense that it worried him a little – and without intending to, gravitated towards the kid.

He used to think that he was the one to ground Oikawa. Remind him that he was human and had human limitations. Somewhere along the way, though, that got all messed up. Maybe he lost his influence, maybe Oikawa was just beyond help in the first place.

Maybe he is, too.

Things were fine between them. Good, even–

Until you came along.

—

Iwa makes the mistake of picking an aisle seat at the back of the plane. He’d been under the impression that if the plane weren’t completely booked out, he’d have a better chance of getting a row all to himself, and he’d be able to stretch out and sleep better.

Whether or not that’s actually true, he doesn’t get the chance to find out – not a single seat is empty as the plane takes off. What it does mean, however, is that he has to stand there in the hot, stuffy cabin, waiting for every single passenger ahead of him to grab their carry-on from the overheads and disembark.

By the time he finally makes it off the tarmac, through customs, waits for his suitcase at the baggage claim and reaches the arrivals gate, what’s left of his good mood is hanging by a thread. 

The sight of his best friend, fresh faced, sun-kissed and grinning, tests that tenuous grip. 

“You’re looking well rested,” Oikawa comments by way of a greeting. 

Iwa snorts, “And I s’pose you come off thirty six hours of travelling smelling like roses?”

He shrugs dismissively, as if to say ‘yeah, alright, fair call’, grabs his arm and pulls him into a hug, clapping him on the back. “Glad you made it in one piece.”

“Yeah. Glad to finally be off that damn plane.” Which is the truth, even if he isn’t necessarily thrilled to be confronted with Oikawa’s personal brand of charm this early in the morning.

The drive to Oikawa’s villa – though calling it a villa is like calling a monsoon ‘light rain’ – takes about twenty minutes, each one of them stretched thin. He’s gotten better at controlling his impatience ��� or at least the outward signs of it – but it’s a particular effort to stop his leg from bouncing and his arms from folding across his chest.

He’s so caught up in it; his anxieties, the unsteady thumping of his heart, flexing his hands to keep them from curling into fists, that he misses it at first. The glint of gold on Oikawa’s left hand as he turns the steering wheel and it catches the morning sun.

A ring.

A wedding ring. 

Wide-eyed, he looks to his best friend, his oldest friend, because how the hell did Shittykawa get married without telling him? When? His pulse pounds in his ear, drowning out Oikawa’s voice. It’s meaningless prattle anyway, all he has to do is throw in a few grunts and nods every now and then to trick him into thinking he’s paying attention.

He married you. 

The bastard fucking went and legally tied you to him, and it’s a good thing that Oikawa isn’t expecting him to contribute much to this one sided conversation because there’s a solid minute where he’s physically incapable of saying anything. Not without biting Tooru’s head off.

And in his stomach, that slimy, bitter twist of jealousy rears its ugly head.

—

“Who’s that?”

The two of them are spread out over the bench under one of the oak trees in the courtyard, studying.

Or, they’re supposed to be studying. While Iwa has his calculus textbook open, lazily scanning the notes he’d scrawled in class, Oikawa has abandoned the pretence entirely, lying back on the seat opposite Iwa’s, idly playing with the volleyball he’d stolen from the gym that morning.

At least, that’s what he was doing. 

Ignoring the flicker of mild irritation, Iwa glances up from his notes. He’s fully expecting to find Oikawa staring at one of their classmates, another stuttering fangirl, even a substitute teacher – someone in the periphery that his supposedly observant friend has never bothered to clock much less remember.

Instead, he follows Oikawa’s gaze to find a girl he’s never noticed before sitting by her lonesome on the other side of the courtyard, headphones in, completely absorbed in the notebook propped up in her – your – lap. 

Pretty, in an unassuming kind of way, he decides, watching you for a beat. You look like you’re ‘round their age, another third year, but he could be wrong. New, most definitely. Otherwise, there’s nothing all that special about you from what he can see.

Nothing that should’ve grabbed Oikawa’s attention at any rate. 

“Dunno. Transfer student, maybe?” he replies in a bored tone, already shifting his attention back to his notes. 

“…Huh.” 

—

“You’ll be good for Iwa, won’t you?”

With his hands cupping your face, smiling down at you with that saccharine benevolence, Oikawa isn’t asking a question so much as laying out his expectation for the coming five days. 

You will be good for him. You will behave. 

Without so much as a glance in his direction, you bob your head – and it shouldn’t bother Iwa as much as it does. Since his arrival this morning, you’ve gone out of your way to ignore him; speaking no more than a handful of words, avoiding direct eye contact. You haven’t so much as stepped within arm’s reach – not beyond that initial, stiff hug at Oikawa’s prodding.

You’re acting like he’s a stranger, and while he’s more than aware that you have your reasons for that – one of them undoubtedly the tall, brunet currently sucking at your face – that doesn’t stop him from wanting to grab you by the shoulders and force you to just stop for a second and look at him. 

“It’s only a week, love,” Oikawa murmurs, parting from the liplock with another affectionate kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

If you’re comforted at all by the reassurance, you hide it well. 

—

“Hey, that new chick, the transfer, she’s in your class, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

Makki shrugs, downing a quick mouthful of pocari, “Well if she’s new she probably hasn’t joined a club yet.” At Iwa’s raised eyebrow, he elaborates, “We could always use a manager.”

“So get Shittykawa to ask, he’s the captain.”

“Oikawa’s not in her class,” he shoots back, grinning slyly. Asshole. “Besides, I dunno what it is, having half a working brain maybe, but she doesn’t seem like the type to go gaga for him. He’d probably say something dumb and turn her off it. You should be the one to ask.”

While the others have joked about it on and off for years, Iwa’s never particularly cared one way or the other about having a manager. Half the teams in the prefecture don’t have one. Shiratroizawa doesn’t have one, and it’s never held them back from systematically beating their competitors into the ground. Seijoh’s a damn good team with a solid foundation in its coaches, and Iwa can’t really see how some girl running ‘round picking up stray balls and keeping score in practice matches is gonna make much of a difference.

He’s ninety percent sure that Makki only wants one for bragging rights, but when the bell rings for recess the next day, he pulls you aside to ask anyway – and the look of confusion that flits over your face is strangely endearing.

“… Oh, um, thanks but… I don’t, I mean– I’ve never played volleyball?” it comes out sounding more like a question than anything else, and the corners of Iwa’s lips twitch. Cute. 

It’d be easy to go back to Makki and tell him you weren’t interested, and yet–

“We don’t need a volleyball fanatic or anything, just someone with a good head on their shoulders who’s willing to help out, y’know?” 

You nod, absentmindedly nibbling on your bottom lip as you mull over the proposition, and he feels compelled to add, “Just come try it out for a week or something. See if you like it. If you don’t, you can leave; no hard feelings.”

Apparently, it’s the right thing to say, because a moment later you’re straightening up and nodding once more, a small but nevertheless genuine smile brightening your face. 

“Well, I guess ‘volleyball club manager’ would look good on my university applications, right?” 

Sure enough, that afternoon finds you peeking your head into the practice gym, an application in hand. 

—

You don’t speak to him at all on the first day. 

Instead, you spend most of it curled up on the couch, shifting your attention every now and then from the book in your lap to the TV he flicks on, playing some random show he’d pulled from his netflix queue on a whim. 

Not that he could tell you the name of it if he tried, because he’s too focused on the fact that after years of radio silence, surviving off the barest of updates Oikawa would occasionally throw his way, you’re finally in the same room as him, doing your absolute best to ignore his existence.

And it isn’t that he didn’t expect hostility – he shot himself in the foot with that one a long time ago – it’s that you won’t even give him that much. You’re not glaring or spitting vitriol, you’re not even icy in your detachment, it’s as if you’re trying to convince yourself he simply isn’t there. 

He’d be impressed if it wasn’t so fucking grating. 

But it’s fine. It’s fine. 

Oikawa’s gone for a week, and since he apparently can’t trust his darling wife to be all by herself for that long, he’s left you with Iwa instead. 

Settling further into the couch, he takes a long, slow swig of beer. He has time; you won’t keep this bullshit up forever. You can’t, it’s not in your nature. 

And Iwa hasn’t come this far to ruin everything by pushing too hard, too fast. 

—

“Iwaaaa, go talk to her.”

He suppresses a sigh, “Why? It’s late, her job isn’t to hang around and be your babysitter. She’s allowed to go home.” 

“This isn’t about me, this is about the team. We won–”

“A practice match. We won a practice match.”

“–and so we’re celebrating. As a team,” Oikawa stresses. “And if you ask, she won’t say no.”

Iwa glances over to the centre of the court, where you’re still busy helping Yahaba bring down the net. Too far away and too distracted to overhear their conversation. Still, he lowers his voice, just in case. You already don’t like the setter, Iwa’s not in a rush to join him over some stupid comment. 

“Because I’m not an asshole who keeps annoying her like you do.”

The setter’s odd fascination with you isn’t something he’s ever taken much effort to hide, pestering you at any and all available opportunities, especially now that you’re their manager. Makki and Mattsun both mock him relentlessly for it, but Iwa finds it more creepy than anything else. 

“No, because she likes you,” he corrects, grinning. “And you like her too, don’t you?”

“Fuck off.”

He’s not blushing. His stomach’s fine. Why would it matter whether you liked him or not? You guys are friends, that’s it. Friends – and he’s perfectly happy with that. Oikawa’s just trying to wind him up so he’ll go and do what he wants, and Iwa’s not in the mood to play along.

The brunet snickers. “You do. There’s no need to hide it, you know. She’s cute, and smart, I guess her tits are pretty nice, too. I bet they’d look–”

He’s moving before the comment even truly registers, whirling on Oikawa and grabbing him by his shirtfront, yanking him closer with clenched fists. “Finish that sentence, Shittykawa,” he snarls, “I dare you.”

Oikawa only grins, looking entirely too fucking pleased with himself, and it’s only when the sound of your startled gasp breaks through the haze of anger clouding his head that he realises why.

“Hajime, what the hell?!”

Fuck. His eyes close, breathing in deep, exhaling through his nose. Slowly, he pries his hands from Oikawa’s shirt, stepping away as your footsteps race closer.

The others in the team, the coaches, they’re all used to seeing him blow up at the captain, but you– fuck. He doesn’t want you thinking he’s some violent meathead who can’t control his temper because he isn’t, he really fucking isn’t. Oikawa’s just– the bastard doesn’t know when to shut the hell up.

And he doesn’t care that they’re all watching him right now, Mizoguchi with a hard frown, Kyoutani with barely concealed enthusiasm, Makki and Mattsun both tensed and ready to step in at a moment’s notice. You, on the other hand – yeah, that bothers him. 

He tears his eyes away from Oikawa just as you skid to a stop in front of them, mouth opening to, what, explain? Apologise for scaring you? But as usual, it’s Oikawa who gets in first.

“Relax, relax. It’s fine,” he says with an easy laugh, smoothing down the front of his jersey. “Iwa just gets a little cranky when he’s hungry. We’re heading out to get him some food after this, you wanna come?”

“Oh…” Wide eyed, a little crinkle appearing between your brows, your gaze uneasily shifts between the two of them. “Um, alright then. If you’re sure…”

Clearly, you’re not sold. 

For your sake, Iwa forces himself to relax and chuckle along with him – a touch sheepishly, “Yeah, it’s all good. Really.”

—

The guest room – the one he’s been set up in – is down the opposite end of the villa to the master bedroom where you sleep, and conveniently situated right by the staircase. Usually, once he’s out he’s out like a light, but jetlag’s still wreaking havoc on his system and being in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar bed isn’t helping – which means he’s wide awake when you creep past his door a little after two in the morning on your way downstairs.

He’s not worried that you’ll try and make a break for it or anything, but nevertheless he drags himself out of bed to follow you. Finds you in the kitchen, holding a tub of ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other, nudging the freezer door shut.

And it’s so damn unexpected that he can’t help the surprised laugh that bursts out of him. You spin, instinctively shoving the ice cream behind your back in a poor attempt to hide it. 

For the better part of two days, he’s been treated to your silence while you walk on eggshells around him, and all of a sudden he finds you raiding the fridge for ice cream in the middle of the night like a kid hunting for snacks after their parents have gone to bed. It’s funny.

You scowl at him, arms folding across your chest (still gripping your prize) – and he can’t bring himself to be mad at that, either, not when this is the first time you’ve actually acknowledged his presence. 

“What? Am I not allowed to eat without supervision?” you snap, though the words lack the heat they deserve. 

You sound tired. Exhausted, really, and just like that his good mood quickly evaporates.

“You can do what you want, I’m not going to stop you.”

You eye him for a moment, eventually sighing and relaxing your posture. “He’s always so damn healthy,” you mutter, moving past him to take a seat at the kitchen table, popping off the lid to scoop out a spoonful of ice cream.

It’s not an invitation by any stretch of imagination, but Iwaizumi grabs a spoon from the cutlery drawer and pulls up a chair beside you anyway. 

“So you’re talking to me now?” he comments, pulling the tub towards him to steal a mouthful. “Or are we going back to the silent treatment?”

“What’s there to say?”

Iwaizumi shrugs, feigning indifference. “I don’t know. I thought that as friends we could talk about some stuff. Maybe like why you’re still here. Why you let him marry you when it’s clear you can’t stand the piece of shit.” Each word comes out more bitter than the last, sharper than he intended, and he can’t deny that small twinge of satisfaction when he sees you flinch as they hit their mark. 

Good. 

Your hands aren’t quite so steady when you reach for the tub next. “We’re not friends.”

—

 He feels sick as he watches it.

Iwa knows drunk, even without the drink in your hand, he can see it all over your face, in the glaze of your eyes when you look at the camera, that dazed, dopey little grin. The way you fucking giggle – you’re plastered.

And he knows the bedroom you stumble into. The shitty plastic trophy on the mantelpiece – they got that when they went to volleyball camp the summer they were ten and won the grand championship. It was the first time he and Oikawa played on the same team; setter and spiker. The best setter plaque on the wall – blurry in the frame as the camera shifts angles – he was standing right fucking next to Oikawa when he got it.

The video never shows his face, it doesn’t have to. Iwa knows his best friend’s voice as it purrs pure fucking filth at you.

It’s like a train wreck, playing out in front of his eyes. All he has to do is close the video, delete it, put his phone away, pretend he never got it in the first place, any of the above, but for the life of him, Iwa can’t pull himself away.

The you in the video is shameless. Clothes discarded, inhibitions gone, you swallow down Oikawa’s cock, let him fuck you face down, ass up, moaning like a two bit whore in a bad porno.

He honestly doesn’t know who he’s more disgusted with; Oikawa, for taking advantage of you while you’re clearly drunk, you, for putting yourself in that position in the first place, or himself, because it’s the third time he’s watching you cum around his best friend’s cock, and somewhere between the rage and nausea, there’s a stirring of envy. 

It should’ve been him.

“You’re a real piece of shit, y’know,” is all he says the following Monday, the two of them the first to arrive at practice. 

Oikawa, guiltless as ever, just shrugs as he slips off his jacket. “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Iwa. You were invited to that party same as I was. It’s not my fault you took too long to make your move.”

He was, but unlike Shitty-fucking-kawa, he couldn’t rely on scholarships and a ridiculous intellect to graduate, he actually had to put in work and study.

His future isn’t laid out on a silver platter.

“I’m not jealous, asshole. I’m pissed off because she was clearly drunk, and you went ahead and fucked her anyway! What happened to being her friend first, huh? You really that desperate to get your dick wet?!”

Oikawa smirks, “Friends, huh. You’re telling me that’s all you want with our darling, sweet little manager? Not to bend her over the nearest flat surface and fuck that perfect pussy of hers ‘til she milks you dry?”

Blood pressure spiking, he doesn’t hear the sound of the clubroom door opening, much less the lighter footsteps approaching. “As if I’d want anything to do with your sloppy seconds.”

He doesn’t hear it, but Oikawa does, his grin twisting into something victorious as he watches Iwa unwittingly shatter your heart in one fell swoop.

And the sound of your gasp – that pained, strangled whimper, like a kicked puppy – haunts him for a long, long time.

—

“What do you think happened after that, Iwa?” you ask him. 

“He shared the video, you dropped out. Disappeared off the face of the planet, you wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t answer my texts, your parents wouldn’t let me see you, and then six months go by and I find out from Oikawa that you’re off living with him in Argentina. What the hell was I supposed to do with that?”

You laugh, bitter and broken, taking another mouthful of ice cream before you speak. “I didn’t drop out, the school kicked me out, and when my parents found out–” your voice wavers, thick with emotion, “When they found out why I’d been expelled, they kicked me out, too. All my friends thought I was a whore. I had fifty bucks to my name, and that was it. I didn’t have another option.”

He’s silent for a long time.

“And now?”

You swallow, avoiding his piercing stare. “And now what? What’s changed, Iwa? I didn’t graduate, I didn’t get into uni. I’ve never held a job. He’s– he’s all I have. He loves me, in all the wrong ways, and too much, probably, but…” you shrug helplessly, and Iwa’s jaw tightens.

He should’ve known. Iwa did know, technically, because there was no way in hell you should’ve ended up with Oikawa. And he’s not sure whether he’s more disgusted or impressed with his friend; willingly or not, he’s got you wrapped around his little finger, wholly dependent on him.

You might hate him, but you won’t leave. Even if Iwa hadn’t come, and you were left to your own devices while Oikawa was away, you wouldn’t have left. You have nowhere to go. 

You’re reliant on the one man who single handedly ruined your life, all because he couldn’t stand the thought of you being happy with anyone else.

Iwa slides an open hand across the table; an offer. “That’s bullshit. You have me.”

—

It takes him longer than he’d like to convince you to come back with him. 

You’re adamant that you don’t have anything to go back to. You’d be running away from your husband, starting from scratch with less than nothing, and understandably, you’re terrified.

But Iwa’s there to ground you. Reminds you that you won’t be starting with nothing, because you’ll have him right there beside you the whole way through. He’s your friend, and friends look out for one another. He fucked up back at school, he knows that – will probably regret it ‘til the day he dies – but he’s got all the time in the world to make it up to you.

And he will. He’s never been more certain of anything than he is of that. 

Despite the reassurances, it doesn’t escape his notice that you fiddle with your ring finger as the two of you sit and wait at the airport gate. The ring’s somewhere back at Oikawa’s place – he’s not sure where you left it exactly, whether you left a note or not.

He doesn’t particularly care one way or the other, but watching you keep reaching for it bothers him more than it should. Like you’re still not ready to let him go.

Maybe he should give you one of his own when you land. You’ll still be married to Oikawa on paper, but it’ll be his ring you’ll wear.

You’ll be his wife. 

And fuck it if he doesn’t like the sound of that.

“Iwa… you’re sure about this, right?” you ask him for the millionth time, minutes away from boarding.

For someone who’s been through so much, you’re still so blindly naive. Too trusting for your own good. It’s hard to be mad at you, though, when you look at him like that, all lost and anxious. “I’m sure. ‘m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

And the smile you give him isn’t quite the blinding dazzle you used to wear, but it’s soft and sweet and wholly his.

He squeezes your hand, and tentatively, you squeeze it back.

—

Four hours into the flight to Houston, you squeeze past Iwa to use the bathroom. That’s your excuse anyway, but the tears you’ve been trying to hide aren’t all that subtle, and Iwa feels that familiar sting of jealousy twisting at his insides.

You’re still thinking about that asshole.

He gives you a minute or two before easing his way out of his seat to follow. 

“Just a minute!” you squeak when he knocks on the door, ignoring the unimpressed stare of the air stewardess. 

“It’s me, let me in.”

There’s a short pause, “Iwa, I’ll be back to the seat in a sec, I’m fine, I just–” He can hear you sniffling through the door. “I just need a second, and I’ll be fine.”

He knocks again, insistent, “Let me in.”

“Iwa–”

“You’re not fine, and I’m not going until you let me in.”

There’s a sigh on the other side of the door and he waits. Then, finally, the lock slides to vacant and you push the door open.

Cheeks wet, eyes suspiciously shiny, you attempt to say something to him, but he pushes you back, forcing the two of you into the tiny cubicle, shutting and locking the door behind him before you can get so much as a syllable out. 

“Iwa, what– I said I was fine, you didn’t need to–”

“You used to call me Hajime.”

Confusion flickers across your face, but he doesn’t offer you the chance to reply before he’s grabbing you by your hair and wrenching you forward into a kiss. 

He’s had years to imagine what his first time with you would be like. In his head, he treats you like a goddamn queen, lying you down, stretching you out on his fingers first, then his tongue. He takes his sweet fucking time getting you nice and wet and ready for him.

In those fantasies of his, you’re willing and aching for him, begging for his cock with such pretty little whines.

He’d take care of you, fuck you better than Shittykawa ever could. Better than that video, better than anyone. 

He doesn’t have that luxury here. He’s too impatient to wait ‘til he gets you home, and there’s only so much time he can spend buried in your pussy before the queue for the bathroom grows too long and the airline staff start to get pissed and nosy.

If there’s one thing he’s grateful to Oikawa for, though, it’s his obsession with putting you in short skirts and dresses that barely reach your mid-thigh. He doesn’t let you pull away from the kiss as he hitches the fabric up and roughly yanks your panties down.

The startled squeak that leaves your lips, muffled by his tongue stuffed into your mouth only spurs him on.

He palms at your cunt for a moment, frustrated when his fingers come away dry. Only then does he pull apart, letting you catch your breath as you stare at him in wide eyed horror. All you’d have to do is scream. The stewardess who’d seen him knocking probably knows he’s in here with you, it wouldn’t take much to break down the door and rip him away from you if you kicked up a fuss. 

You won’t though, even as those pretty eyes fill with fresh tears and your bottom lip – reddened and glistening with your shared spit – wobbles. The quiet, disbelieving, “Hajime?” you breathe strikes somewhere deep. He’s not a monster, he’s not like Oikawa, but he’s too far gone to stop now.

With one hand he covers your lips, and the other he hastily undoes his pants, shoving them just far enough down his legs to free his cock. 

He wants to say something, to rid you of that pained, terrified expression, but when he tries the words get stuck in his throat. So instead he lets his forehead fall against yours, closes his eyes as he spits on his cock, mixing it in with the strands of pre-cum oozing at his slit and smearing it along his length.

And the little hitched noise you make when the thick, blunt head of his cock brushes up against your pussy sends a shiver of pleasure shuddering down his spine.

“Shh, be good for me,” he grunts out, and tightening his hand over your mouth, he buries himself inside of you with one brutal thrust. 

Iwa groans as the walls of your pussy squeeze and tighten around him, as your body locks up and shudders, a soundless scream working its way through you. He knows it hurts, knows it’s not pleasant for you but fuck it feels like heaven and he can’t get enough.

Hips drawing back, he pants against your sweat-damped skin, kissing your forehead as tears spill from your lashes down onto his hand. He should be gentle with you. He should be careful, but all he can think about is the tightness of your cunt, the dizzying warmth around his cock, and the way you cling to him, nails sinking into his back, your leg slung over his hip as he drives them forward again, stuffing you full. Again and again and again. 

Apologies fall from his lips as he pounds into you with a rabid desperation. He doesn't think he means them, he’s not sorry, how can he be when fucking you like this feels so damn good.

He wants to go deeper, bully his cock past your cervix and fill you with his cum, to rearrange your insides so they mould to the shape of him. He wants to fuck you harder, deeper, faster. He wants you screaming for him while you fall apart completely. 

And you can’t hate it too much either, because despite the muffled sound of your pitiful cries, with every push of his hips, every stroke of his cock, fucking you deep, your pussy grows slicker, wet, lewd slaps accompanying his harsh breaths, filling the tiny cubicle. 

He had every intention of filming this to send to Shittykawa, a final fuck you to drive the message home, but Iwa only has one hand free and it creeps down to rub at your sensitive little clit instead. He might be short of time, but you’re still gonna cum for him, he owes you that much.

He loves you and he’s gonna take care of you, you just have to give him this one, small thing.

And he can always film the next time.

[our-wargame]

Just getting back into ships so here are some prompts and ideas / odz / iwaoi / matsuhana and your choice

Person A has always wanted kids and decides adopting as a single parent is still adopting. It's bizarre, how easily Person B fits into this new life.

Person A fucks up their sleep schedule and ultimately becomes completely nocturnal. They meet Person B while having four am lunch.

A group of friends is together and between them and their mutuals, there are a dozen weddings being held this summer. Person A and Person B decide to attend them as a "temporary" couple.

In a supernatural world, Person A has been accused of a heinous plot and Person B, their alibi, is missing.

Truth Potion AU - you can't speak a lie when you're in the presence of someone you harbor unrequited feelings for.

In a world where the kingdom's next leader is chosen by majority vote, Person A insists that popularity contest are stupid. They may or may not nominate themselves/Person B, but they at the very least, catch the attention of the previous leader/Person B.

Hero/Villain AU where the villain is more interested in sleeping with the hero than doing anything malicious. Alternatively negotiates not doing crimes in exchange for dates.

Hero/Villian AU where the hero takes a leaf out of the other's book and the villain spends some time reprimanding them about going down the dark path.

Childhood friends AU where one of them then moves across the planet, and they keep in touch for fifteen years, before one of them visits the other.

Angst/sci-fi AU - share a consciousness so that only one of them can be conscious at any time.

Actors AU - they did a movie together two years ago, Person A is a massive dork who fell in love at first sight and has wildly failed at their desperate attempts to move on since. Their agents match them up for a new movie and maybe, things are a lot easier the second time around.

Opposite of Slow burn - a romance ending in marriage in thirty days, and lasting much longer than that.

Gameshow - a reality TV show that rewards couples who stay together through the season in spite of the hormones suffocating the house. Person A and B pretend to be a couple to win some money.

[amalasdraws]

I’m so excited to share with you a little sneak peek for my @iwaoiweddingzine pic!

Preorders are open now until February 15th! Check it out here!

So many great artists and writers are part of this zine with all their sweet iwaoi moments and I’m so stoked for it!!

[tendou-satori-chocolatier]

please give me your iwaoi fanfic recs 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Help I'm so dead. I just freaking deleted my iwaoi recs list and now I have to make it again 🥲🥲🥲 freaking Tumblr. You guys better eat this up cause im remaking this all over again. Okay anyways, ver 2: my iwaoi fanfic recs list:

(Not in any particular order, most have smut, all can be found on ao3)

1.) Coffee king- oiivkawa- the starting point for my love of cafe au's, best coffee au fanfic ever period, so so so fluffy, oikawa is the cutest cafe server and he falls HARD for the cafe's new kind-of-regular, Iwaizumi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10721739/chapters/23756658

2.) Wedding ring- crazychipmunk- angst, heart-rending, surprisingly made me cry, happy ending tho, super good angsty iwaoi fanfic, I promise its not ALL angst tho😭, it's super fluffy too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25393174/chapters/61577038

3.) The courtship ritual of the Hercules beetle- kittebasu- bugs? Oikawa is still a nerd its just for bugs now, I'm just gonna copy and paste the summary cause I love it and it sums it up perfectly: "Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right." I love fics like this that preserve the characteristics of the characters even though it has nothing to do with volleyball

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6422014/chapters/14701168

4.) That's your husband?!- a_very_smolfrog- just😌🤌, iwaoi being simps, oikawa is a physics professor and iwa is a volleyball coach au, makki is iconic as always, iwaoi being the iconic: childhood friends to lovers and we adore eachother but we will definitely expose eachother if need be trope, I'm so sad this is so short (2000 words), it should've been longer😔, I adore them all

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29412615

5.) Conquering the great king- suggestivescribe- this fic is actually so iconic, just perfection at its max tbh, just iwaoi being iwaoi but make it smutty and make it at the office, iwa is an editor and tbh I don't remember or know what kawa is, it's some office job, not kuroo being a slay as always, honestly has to be one of the best iwaoi fanfics of all time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3301085?view_full_work=true

6.) Until the sky opens up- iwaoidk- the summary lowkey did them dirty, not really tho cause I still read it😋🙄 but this was way better than I thought it was going to be, like iwaoi accidentally gets kissed by every member in his team, I'm still convinced that they did all that to make oikawa GET A MOVE ON, oikawa confesses and he's a little dense but so is iwa so whatever, they're perfect for eachother like that😻

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5008225

7.) Looks like it- ivyfics- iwaoi have been dating for a while now, they just didn't know it, iwa is very competitive in his knowledge on tooru, cute and short, recommend if you want something to speed read for some lighthearted fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11729118

8.) Six month lover- afuzzyowl- I'm gonna be completely honest, I haven't finished this fic yet BUT I PROMISE ITS NOT CAUSE IT WAS BORING, IT WAS SO GOOD, I just never got to finishing it cause I was busy but thinking about this fic makes me actually want to finish it, oikawa makes iwaizumi a PowerPoint presentation on why they should date, oikawa is absolutely utterly in love with iwaizumi (same, like who isn't?), oikawa is trying to convince his best friend to fall for him, I adored this and now I need to go finish it, edit: HELP IM BASICALLY FINISHED AND ITS SO GOOD BEHESKJSA ITS SO SO SO GOOD I CANNOT EVEN FIND THR WORDS

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14100501/chapters/32488506

9.) Kilometer zero- internetpistol (orphan_account)- a classic iwaoi fic, childhood friends to lovers, slowburn, it's just them in a class well done iwaoi fic, there's nothing else to say, it was really good, "just gay yearning"- the author's ao3 tag

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28732224/chapters/70448769

10.) The Pda jar- orphan_account- iwaoi is obliviously in love, everyone knows it but them and they're all tired of their pda so they make a pda jar, it's really the only way to make them see their idiocy😌, this is why I love aoba johsai folks, live love laugh seijoh, highkey hilarious

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4230951

[lilypadthaii]

promise | iwaoi

short haikyuu fanfic, 1.2k wc!

tropes: unrequited love, angst. pairing: iwaizumi hajime x oikawa toru. i don’t really like this but enjoy!!

iwaizumi hajime has never liked making promises. he tells himself it’s because they’re too childish, but, really, he’s just afraid of breaking one. that’s why he only makes promises when he’s sure he can go through with it. thus, the few he does make, he makes sure to remember. 

that’s why he hasn’t forgotten the promise he made to oikawa nearly a decade ago. he remembers exactly how it happened, too.

they were walking out of the gym together after another grueling practice. it was silent, and iwaizumi was savoring the scent of the night air and the feeling of the breeze against his skin. he was startled when oikawa suddenly spoke up next to him. 

“hey, iwa-chan, will you make me a promise?”

iwaizumi raised his brow at the spontaneity of the question, indicating for him to elaborate further. 

“don’t look at me like that!” oikawa whined, “i just wanted to ask you to be the best man at my wedding.”

iwaizumi hesitated for just an instant as he considered the question. it wouldn’t be difficult to fulfill, as he was sure that oikawa would keep contact with him even after they’d part ways after high school.

“sure.”

oikawa’s face, which previously held a pleading expression, broke into a wide grin, and iwaizumi couldn’t stop himself from smiling a little at the sight. 

now, as he stared at the wedding invitation on his nightstand, all he could think was that he had never regretted a decision more. 

the top of the envelope read, in handwriting once so familiar to iwaizumi, “oikawa tooru and furukawa hana request the pleasure of your company at their wedding on april 24th. see disclosed letter for more information.”

as he skimmed the information on the letter, his mind wandered back to the night oikawa first introduced his soon-to-be wife to him. 

it was at one of their annual reunions. after their graduation, things had gotten busy for the both of them, but they still tried to make time to meet up occasionally.

iwaizumi waited outside the restaurant as he checked the time on his phone. the location had been chosen by oikawa, and it was more extravagant than usual. likely because  he’d just landed another profitable modeling gig.

he couldn’t help but feel a little left behind. he was still in college, and while he wasn’t struggling financially, he didn’t feel like he had too much going for him. he wasn’t even sure about what he wanted to do as his career. meanwhile, oikawa was competing professionally and modeling for renowned brands across the world. 

his thoughts were interrupted by oikawa’s voice calling his name. he looked up to greet him, but paused when he saw an unfamiliar figure standing next to oikawa. 

recognizing the questioning expression on iwaizumi’s face, he cleared his throat and said, “this is my girlfriend, hana. hana, this is iwaizumi, my best friend.” 

as iwaizumi said his greetings, he took in the woman’s appearance. she was pretty, and the polite smile she gave him was enough explanation for him as to why oikawa liked her. 

he was happy, or at least he should’ve been, that his best friend had found his special someone. but he felt a discomfort in his stomach, one that lingered there for the rest of the meal that they shared together. 

he thought about it a lot that night, after he returned to his apartment. he thought about how many relationships oikawa had been in in the past, and how none of them ever ended up going anywhere. he found himself thinking, possibly even hoping, that this time would be the same as all the previous ones. 

he pushed the thought out of his head as quickly as it came, but a small part of it stayed, giving him just a sliver of hope. for what, exactly, he wasn’t sure.

it became clear over the next few months that that wasn’t the case. she went to almost all of their annual meetups, and the two of them seemed to only be getting closer and more in love. 

the nauseous feeling in his stomach during the meals they shared only got worse as well, and the indigestion he’d get afterwards became unbearable.

he told himself that the feeling was jealousy; he was just jealous that oikawa had found his person and he hadn’t yet, that he needed to get a girlfriend of his own. 

he began intentionally missing their get-togethers. just a few every once in a while, then not going to any of them all together. iwaizumi convinced himself it was because he needed to focus on college and his career path, and that oikawa was getting busy as well.

he’d gone on many blind dates in the time period following, hoping to find a partner. but he didn’t click with any of them, couldn’t bring himself to feel anything. so he gave up, despite his best efforts.

the memory of his promise to oikawa hung around in the back of his head like an annoying pest, and he hoped, even prayed, that it wouldn’t become an obligation he’d have to fulfill in the near future.

but, of course, fate is cruel. 

as he reached the bottom of the invitation, he noticed a small note, written by none other the groom himself.

“you promised you’d come. we’re expecting to see you there!” followed by a messy winky face, identical to the one oikawa would make when he got caught for doing or saying something stupid. 

he sat on the side of his bed, staring at the letter for what felt like an eternity, daring it to vanish into thin air with his mind. he contemplated not going hundreds of times, and reread oikawa’s message an even greater number of times. 

in the end, he’d find himself going to the nearest tailor’s shop to get himself a suit a week later. april 24th was only getting closer, after all.

when he arrived at the venue, and saw the familiar wide grin that spread across oikawa’s face when he saw him, iwaizumi knew it was worth it. 

when they made small talk as if they hadn’t not spoken in almost a year, and oikawa patted his back as he said, “let’s catch up sometime, i’ve missed you,” iwaizumi knew he would’ve regretted missing it. 

when he stood side by side with the groom at the altar and watched the his love-filled expression and watery eyes as the bride walked down the aisle, he realized that all this time, he wasn’t just jealous of their relationship. it wasn’t a competitive feeling like envy like he’d thought it was. no, in reality, he was simply in love with oikawa toru.

when they kissed after the officiant finished his speech, he made a second promise to oikawa: he would never let him find out he was in love with him.

divider creds: @v6que !!

[moonstides]

Another wip wed bc this is such a self indulgent thing to find my iwaoi again