#iwaoiweek

[iyaromar]

day 6 - enemies to lovers

[marina-umi]

Iwaoi   ✧ New Year ✧   Party Proposal Haikyuu New Year 2021 : Day 3 New beginnings  #IwaOi #HQNewYear2021  @hqnewyearsweekend​

[gideoff]

For @iwaoiweek2017 

MAY 2nd: Firsts 

The very first meeting! Always wanted to draw them like this. 

[ynadottir]

Hellos/Goodbyes. copy inspired from J Niven.

[astersandstuffs]

rain; chance of a bloom

@iwaoiweek2017​ -  (0)  1  ☆  2  ☆  3  ☆  4  ☆  5  ☆  6  ☆  hellos 

i felt like using the word ‘because’ and this happened. (it’s not as angsty as it looks.)

[ao3]

“Come here,” Hajime says, when Oikawa insists on staying outside and drenched in the rain.

He doesn’t tip his umbrella so it’d shelter the both of them. Hands keep by his side, because Hajime might just reach out to wrap one around Oikawa’s waist and draw him closer, ready with the usual scolding of you’d get water everywhere in your house and do you want to get sick, dumbass. Because they’re twenty-eight and not eighteen, back when these things were a given. When Oikawa would’ve shut all distances without prompting, like there weren’t any between them in the first place.

(But if Hajime shifts his grasp on the handle just so and the umbrella now leans toward Oikawa like a flower instinctively looking for the sun, well. The weight of this rain has been heavy, so his arm is just probably getting tired from holding up this roof.)

But he doesn’t tip his umbrella so it’d shelter them both. They’d made their own choices at twenty-five—“this isn’t going to work”—and wouldn’t it be a tragedy to ruin three years’ hard work of keeping away because of this one fleeting moment, trapped under the rain by coincidence as they wait for the same late bus?

Come here, he says, in some sort of self-preservation. Let it be Oikawa’s own choice to come closer. But as Hajime keeps his chin up, eyes on the roads and the neon lights-speckled buildings across from the bus stop, his sights drift to the peripherals to find Oikawa Tooru (as always). He’s wearing a denim jacket too thin already for early winter, pulled over his head as a makeshift cover. Unlike three years ago, he can withstand this sort of cold a little longer.

Hajime’s heart clenches, when he thinks of the other changes he’d missed.

(He’s gotten a tad taller. His fringe is longer, just by a half or one centimeter. There’s a scar above his right brow bone from when he’d crashed-landed to conquer his final set for the National team—

He still walks with a light skip to his steps. He still hums. He still holds his head high like he’s looking down at everyone else, the crappy dumbass—)

(What’d Oikawa see, when he looks at Hajime?)

They’d made their owns choices, and they would make more to come. On a particularly unspectacular day, Oikawa Tooru makes his:

At Hajime’s call, he looks to the side to find a friend (childhood friend, friend-with-benefits, best friend to lover, ex-lover to friend), past the temporary shelter he offers. Because out of the two of them, it’s Hajime who closes his ears when it rains and thunder roars; it’s Oikawa who’d taken him out to dance in the rain or the falling snow.

At the way Hajime shivers now, just a short bout he’s forgotten to hide—but still looks right on ahead, anyway—Oikawa dares to muster up a smile. He steps into the huddle under an umbrella made for one. He presses his weight into Hajime’s side.  

It does not matter if their skin isn’t making contact, when the warmth grows from somewhere deep inside his chest, like it has always belonged there and just needs a rainy season to bloom again.

Hello, it says, sounding too much like Oikawa’s smile and voice.

Hello, Hajime just meets him right back, daring a graze of pinky fingers.

(Oikawa then hooks their pinkies together, because of course he does.)

For the last time today, Hajime shivers again, because rain always finds its way to seep into the bones.

And so does a warmth shared like this.

[iwaoiweek2017-blog]

Annnnnd, we’re back, folks.

Don’t forget about IwaOi Week, it’s getting closer and closer. Which day are you most excited for? Admin Oikawa has been working on a fic that he says he “can’t show” me, but I’m pretty sure that the one he’s most excited for is May 6th, because that freak is *obsessed* with fairy tales. I think my favorite is going to be May 2nd. I freaking love unrequited love stuff, because I love suffering. 

But, hey, what are you most excited for? Let us know! 

The prompts are: 

MAY 1st: Immortality/College MAY 2nd: Unrequited/Firsts MAY 3rd: Charm/Song-Inspired MAY 4th: Holidays/Paranoia MAY 5th: Free day/Miscommunication MAY 6th: Fairy Tale/Anomaly MAY 7th: Goodbyes/Hellos

-Admin Iwaizumi 

[awishmaster]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), canon compliant if you squint Series: Part 7 of IwaOi Week 2017 Summary:

The winter nights are cold and Oikawa's nights are even colder.

  IwaOi Week 2017: Goodbyes/Hellos

[min--yoonqi]

IwaOi Week FINAL DAY - May 7, Hellos/Goodbyes

Yeah, Just Twenty, read it here on AO3. Everybody is born with a plastic timer imprinted on their right wrist. It is a very rare occurrence when a person isn't born with that plastic, silver timer. What did those objects do, anyways? They told when you'll meet your soulmate. It changes constantly (obviously), and when it reaches 00 day, 00 hr, 00 min, 00 sec, a line consisted of two colors will guide you and your soulmate on where you two should meet.

Today was the day. Oikawa Tooru was going to meet his soulmate.

The white, plastic timer imprinted on his right wrist said 00 days, 01 hr, 05 min, 10 sec. In an hour, he'll meet his soulmate. The person he'll always be with, the person he'll grow old with, the person he'll be with forever. Yes, he was looking forward on meeting mystery person, but, he's afraid that they'll hate each other. He couldn't live with that.

"Breathe, Tooru," his mother tried to calm him down. Is it even possible for him to calm down though? Who's calm? Who is she? Tooru didn't know her.

Oikawa breathed and exhaled heavily, the nervousness still flowing in his body. He hated this feeling, even though it was the good kind of nervous. He loathed being under pressure and the kind, so this was pretty stressful for him. His father was looking at him with a comforting smile, the gesture spelling out an obvious message.

Calm down.

Everything's going to be fine.

He returned the reassuring act, a nervous smile sprawled on his lips. Slowly closing his eyes, he tried to calm himself down. What should he do? Tooru tried writing down the person radical on his palm, spiked balls to shift his focus, nothing worked.

Maybe...

Maybe, he just had to believe?

You know? Like Naruto. Believe it.

(my friend actually 'sighed so loudly' when i sent him the Naruto thing brb kms)

Believe that everything will be fine, nothing will go wrong. Both of them will click instantly, yeah. Definitely.

He just had to believe in fate.

- - -

00 days, 01 hr, 05 min, 10 sec.

"Haji-chan, you'll be fine, I'm sure your soulmate's a catch, you know, unlike mine." his dad tried to cheer him up. Iwaizumi's frowned deepened. He crossed his arms and sighed heavily, he really wasn't looking forward on meeting his soulmate. He had to put up with them for the rest of his life, and being the anti-social person Hajime is, this happening will suck ass.

The currently-grumpy male furrowed his brows. "I don't want to put up with someone, I want to be in your position." he let out a 'tch' sound.

There were upsides and downsides on 'breaking up' with your soulmate. A disadvantage for every advantage.

One, - personally, Iwaizumi thinks this is an advantage - you don't have to put up with a person for the rest of your life. Con? It's really lonely, having no one to talk to or just share your feelings with (this is also an advantage for Hajime, re: being the anti-social person Hajime is-).

Two, your timer will dissolve into thin air. Down-side? When your right wrist is touched by someone that's not your soulmate, it will either cause you physical or emotional pain.

Lastly, if you're the one who broke up with them, you will feel a lot better. Twist? You will constantly dream about all the things both of you did. Except if it was an unhealthy relationship, Fate will understand.

Hajime's dad had an unhealthy relationship with his biological mother when Iwaizumi was born, his existence was apparently a "burden" and he started verbally abusing his dad. It was painful for him to hear their screams and his dad's horrified pleads. Iwaizumi's dad broke up with her when he was three and reported her to the police.

"Dad, what if they don't like me? What if I don't like them?" he starts to worry once more, panic-filled thoughts clouding his mind. God, he hated nervousness. If it was the good kind of nervous? Psh, no. Every form of nervousness? He hated with a passion.

His father pat him on the back. "It's okay, it's going to be fine."

And he believed him.

Trust fate.

Trust fate.

- - -

Turquoise and white.

The line's colors were turquoise and white.

What a beautiful combination.

- - - -

A volleyball court? Not to mention, the abandoned Aoba Johsai volleyball court. He played for this team when he was in high school (obviously), they were a powerhouse school. He still keeps in touch with his old teammates, but they're not as close as they were. The only people he talked to and have a very intimate friendship with were Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, and Kyoutani.

He heard footsteps, they were here.

"I... hello? Is- is that you?" a voice called out, Oikawa ran to turn on the lights. Surprisingly, they were still working. Maybe this wasn't abandoned after all? Or did some god know that they were meeting here and fixed all the lights with their supernatural ability? Probably. Either way, he was pleased and contented.

He turned around and saw a male figure, it's a guy. Cool.

Oh no, not cool.

Oikawa might pass out.

The spiky-haired boy meters away from him was gorgeous. He wore a calm and collected expressions, brows slightly furrowed, his eyes unaffected by this current situation. Unlike Oikawa, who was freaking the fuck out. Fate and the gods definitely had good taste, yeah?

"Hello, my name's Iwaizumi Hajime. Nice to meet you." A cute, timid smile spread across his lips.

I think my soul is escaping from my body.

Iwaizumi Hajime is such a pretty name, what the fuck?

You know what else is pretty? His existence. The concept of Iwaizumi Hajime.

God, is he really my soulmate?

Different positive thoughts filled Oikawa Tooru's head, dear god, was he seeing things? Can a man really be this amazing? Was he an amazing person as well?

"Wow, um- hi? I'm Oikawa Tooru, former captain of Aoba Johsai? Not to be gay, but, I really think your face is an absolute blessing. No homo."

Iwaizumi burst out laughing, the way he covered his mouth when he did was the cutest thing since Oikawa.

Wait, what-

That- that's really cute. No homo though.

Nah, all the homo.

He stopped laughing and smiled after he did. "Thanks, you're pretty fine y'self."

Fuck.

- - -

They talked about lots of things inside the gym. Their opinions on soulmates and such, yes, they had disagreements, but it was their opinions. They were soulmates, anyways. Even though both of them understood each other, they will have their controversies and variances.

"Let's play twenty questions,"

"Just twenty?"

"Yeah, just twenty."

END OF IWAOI WEEK

[fairylights101writes]

Hello

Iwaoi Week Day 7: Goodbyes/Hellos

Rating: G Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff Characters: Iwaizmi, Oikawa Summary: “Hello,” he breathed. Hello to all the old melding with the new. Hello to another day with his breathtaking partner, no matter how it played out. Hello to all the possibilities that lay within, twisting and winding together, impossible to distinguish or make out, to unravel into individual paths. 

Hajime rolled his eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Hello,” he mumbled back.

Read on AO3

[sund0wns]

within a breadth’s reach

With the Sendai city lights and the night stars combined, Iwaizumi thinks Oikawa Tooru shines the brightest.

written for iwaoiweek2017 day 5: which is a free day.

[ ao3 ]

songs on loop are coldplay's always in my head, army of one, the escapist, lovers in japan, us against the world and strawberry swing! they make everything ethereal.

[queenofvolleyballhell]

My first HQ!! fanfic and let’s pretend I’m not nervous at all… 

Happy IwaOi Week 2017 everyone! :)

[marina-umi]

#IwaoiWeek2020   day 9: clothes sharing  I wanted to draw iwaizumi in oikawa's t-shirt

[otagayuriox]

DAY 1: college Iwa-chan is fallen asleep at school;;

[wherethetreessleeps]

Iwaoi week prompt one 

Inmortality / college

by Rebecca la viajera 

[astersandstuffs]

this feels like falling in love

@iwaoiweek2017​ -  (0)  college  ☆  2  ☆  3  ☆  4  ☆  5  ☆  6  ☆  7

cuddly Iwaizumi because why not

[ao3]

“Iwa-chan,” Tooru lilts, carding a hand through his favorite mess of spiky hair even as Iwaizumi is trying with all his might to burrow his face into Tooru’s sweater. “I know you’ve always been a physical guy, but I never guessed​ you’d be this shamelessly cuddly.”

“'mells good,” Iwaizumi grunts in return, muffled from where he’s got his nose and mouth pressed against Tooru’s stomach.

—and Tooru’s E.T. sweater is quite thick and warm and comfy, but it’s also all sorts of stifling right now, too few and too many layers between them at once.

He huffs. “What are you, a dog?” he teases, unusually high-pitched, and thanks whatever passing deity willing to listen that Iwaizumi is too preoccupied to notice it.

When Iwaizumi just breathes out something relieved, tension in his shoulders unwinding, the arms he’s wrapped around Tooru’s middle tightening, it feels like such an intimate moment. Tooru almost finds himself an intruder.

His gaze wanders—to Iwaizumi’s backpacks dropped by the genkan (oh, he’s prepared to stay), to the cups of tea and hot chocolate he’s served them both (now getting colder by the minutes), to the kotatsu’s warmth (always a thing of comfort).

—to the warmth by his side, Iwaizumi Hajime, ever-persistent to stay and catch up with a restless monster like him; Iwaizumi Hajime, so tangible and present, and for the first time in six months since he’s enrolled in college, Tooru might let himself think not of the practices and studies he’ll accumulate for the future but of now, and being here to cuddle and indulge in each other’s presence.

His hand wanders, too, gently scratching at Iwaizumi’s scalp—the way he knows Iwaizumi likes, if his faintest shiver is any confirmation—as it drifts lower to rest on his nape. He thumbs at the hairline there, soft pinpricks of hair fading into Iwaizumi’s heated skin.

“How’s being a med student going?” Tooru asks, a tad obnoxiously louder than necessary, because Iwaizumi might’ve missed his voice as well.

Iwaizumi groans. “No, you dumbass. Weren’t you the one who dragged me out of exam crunch in high school? And now you’re asking this first thing?”

“Hmm. But Iwa-chan is so passionate.”

Iwaizumi just nuzzles further, his cheek against Tooru’s ticklish side. Tooru tenses—but Iwaizumi’s merciful for now. “I’m tired as fuck,” he says. “But I guess I like it. So it’s okay. It’s kinda like dealing with you.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Driving me crazy, but I throw myself at it for more.”

(Oh.)

(And it’s getting a bit too warm here for winter.

Maybe Tooru should check if the heater is malfunctioning.)

Tooru bites at the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing. “Iwa-chan, is that your way of flirting​ with me?”

“Ngh, shut up,” Iwaizumi grumbles. His face is entirely squished into Tooru’s sweater by now.

“Iwa-chaaan, let me look at your blushing maiden face.”

“I hate you.”

“Aww, I think you’re cute, too.”

Iwaizumi grunts again. Tooru takes note to swaddle him in a blanket burrito this evening, perhaps with a marathon of Alien vs. Predator at his own insistence and agedashi tofu and milk bread on the side. Iwaizumi might be a brute, but he’s only reduced to this level of caveman speak when he’s exhausted.

“I really do, you know,” Tooru tells him. “I think you’re cute and passionate about what you love, and that you’re hard-working and push yourself a lot—sometimes a little too much, because you’re still a dummy, but that’s what I’m here for, I guess—and you sleep like a dog, sometimes all curled up and other times you hog all the damn space, but even so you’re unfairly cute—”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

This time, Iwaizumi squeezes Tooru with a real portion of his arm strength, enough to make Tooru cough out a breath, and oh, his neck and the tips of his ears are undeniably red right now—and Tooru thinks to not be embarrassed by his own flush and breathlessness, when Iwaizumi just reciprocates the sentiment.

Tooru grins. “Make me.”

And so Iwaizumi does, with a tackle down to the floor, climbing to loom above Tooru, and lips all soft. I missed you, the two of them convey by their shared breaths. I’ve got you now, they let the other know, by kisses and touches meeting like they’d like to hold on forever.

[iwaoiweek2017-blog]

It’s the final countdown

That’s right! Tomorrow is the official start of IwaOi Week 2017, and Admin Iwa-chan and I couldn’t be more delighted to have been your gracious hosts for this years event. We want to say that you to everyone who has followed, reblogged, liked, and spread the word. We’re so ready for tomorrow, and really looking forward to seeing all the fan works. 

For the last time, the prompts are: 

MAY 1st: Immortality/College MAY 2nd: Unrequited/Firsts MAY 3rd: Charm/Song-Inspired MAY 4th: Holidays/Paranoia MAY 5th: Free day/Miscommunication MAY 6th: Fairy Tale/Anomaly MAY 7th: Goodbyes/Hellos

Make sure to tag your works with IwaOiWeek2017, or just IwaOiWeek, and tag the day/prompt if you decide to use one. We’ll be tracking the tag and reblogging things. Feel free to submit to the page, too! 

With much love, 

-Admin Oikawa