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gonna upload here all my best works from this year
my beloved iwaoi boys for iwaoi AU-week this spring
zombie-apocalypse au's are my favorite
#haikyuu#iwaoi#iwaoi au#oikawa tooru#hajime iwaizumi#zombie#zombie apocolypse au#artists on tumblr#art#illustration
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and they were pirates
iwaoi one piece au? for my sis and ofc iwa ends up giving Zoro vibes
#myart#iwaoi#iwaoi au#nesart#one piece au#haikyuu!!#haikyuu au#anime fanart#iwaizumi x oikawa#oikawa tooru#haikyuu oikawa#haikyuu iwaizumi#hq iwaizumi#hq oikawa#iwa chan#pirate au
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A little IwaOi Spiderman AU ft. @matcha-bean12′s design for oikawa!
#iwaoi au#iwaoi#spiderman oikawa#haikyū!!#this is still one of my favorite things i've drawn tbh#oh no what ever happened to iwa chan ?!?!?!??!#also yeah im just reposting old art what about it
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IwaOi Soulmate AU ✨
(story under the cut)
I’m writing a series of Haikyuu short stories except each one is based on one of those story ideas I keep seeing on here!
I’m new-ish to writing and to Tumblr so excuse any questionable things. Also, feel free to suggest more ideas if you have any (tell me who to credit if possible)!
credit for this idea: @rubyrushha (whose blog appears to have been deleted) on Tumblr
Soulmates are not an uncommon thing. Every universe has its own version of them, be it the idea that “someday, you’ll meet the one for you”, the red string of fate that connects fated lovers, or in my case, having the first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appear on their skin when they turn 16.
The words would only disappear when you found your soulmate.
I never quite liked the concept of soulmarks and knew from a young age that no matter what mine said, my sister and nephew would tease me about it relentlessly. So when the dreaded day finally came, I wasn’t excited in the least. It didn’t help that I woke up from a mediocre night's sleep to find my family and relatives downstairs with an obnoxious amount of shiny balloons, each reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”, meandering about the living room, and “fuck you!” imprinted on my arm.
I half-heartedly covered the words with my sister’s concealer and then dodged everyone’s questions as best I could. I may have been an expert in the concealing of unwanted marks via makeup, but some things just can’t be hidden for long.
When I showed up to volleyball practice the next day, I tried to keep my jacket on for as long as possible, and hoped that no one would see my arm. Unfortunately, the coaches didn’t like that.
I tried to explain to them that the girls from my fanclub just really liked our new jackets and could no longer stand to see me in the abomination that was our regular uniforms. Maybe I oversold it a little because my teammates quickly grew suspicious.
“He’s a pompous ass most of the time, but this is too much, even for him!”
“Wait. Wasn’t his birthday a couple days ago?”
“OH SHIT! That’s what he’s trying to hide.”
As one can imagine, these kinds of reactions segued into teasing and a barrage of “fuck you”s from the rest of our teammates who, as I had found out, had very little respect for their captain and resident pretty setter.
Later, even the other teams found out about my soulmark and I found out about theirs. Most notably, Kenma and Kuroo from Nekoma had each other as soulmates, and their marks said some insignificant things from when they met as kids. Bokuto and Akaashi of Fukurodani were also soulmates. Their marks had said “Do you have like… a weird dick or something?” and “No, Bokuto, my penis is perfectly normal.” respectively. Admittedly, theirs were worse than mine. And gave me more questions than answers. But at least theirs were gone now.
After graduating highschool, and leaving behind my teammates, who finally showed some appreciation for me now that I was leaving, my soulmark fell into the back of my mind. The rumors, speculations, and jokes had long since died down. It was for the best since there had been a very uncomfortable time in which girls from my fanclub would come up to me and cuss me out. Each would walk away, dejected upon realizing they were not, in fact, my soulmate.
All that’s to say, the peace was much appreciated. I could focus on volleyball, setting, and college classes. And seducing the odd boy or girl I sat next to in the lecture halls. None of them were my soulmate, but that didn’t stop me from taking them out and having an amazing time.
It had been great.
Until one day in my 3rd year when I was walking down the street. I had my face buried in my phone screen, perusing some piece of volleyball news or another. Cliche as it sounds, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and aggressively slammed into another guy walking the opposite way. The books he was holding fell to the ground, some pages taking considerable damage. Both of us tumbled to the ground as well. I looked up from my dazed state and saw that the person I crashed into was an older boy, college-age maybe, with short, spiky, horrendously unstyled brown hair and a plain sort of appearance, albeit with a substantial build and a very, very pissed off look. I felt compelled to do something about his hair. Brush out the uncontrollable spikes, at least.
He gathered his books, some of which I helped to pick up, and stood to walk away. His jacket caught on one of the buttons on his jeans, lending to a rather disheveled look. Under his breath, he muttered something about being late, followed by a creative string of insults and capped off with a “fuck you!”
I looked down at my arm for confirmation. It was him.
Immediately, I whipped my head around and chased after him, nearly tripping, and grabbed his shoulder. He turned quickly and glared up at me. As I began regretting my decision, I took a closer look at him. He was shorter than me. 5’10, maybe? His eyes were hard-set but pretty, a sort of greenish-brown that would look outright offensive in any other context.
I returned his harsh gaze with one of my own, and used my teeth to pull up the left sleeve of my light-brown sweater. Then, l practically shoved the already-fading letters into his face.
“YOU’RE THE MOTHERFUCKER THAT GAVE ME THE WORST FUCKING SOULMARK EVER! WELL GUESS WHAT? I WILL NEVER LET THIS GO! THERE IS NOTHING WORSE THAN HAVING THE WORDS “Fuck you!” PERMANENTLY MARKED ON YOUR SKIN! FOR YEARS!”
The other boy's gaze softened a bit and turned into one of amusement rather than annoyance. He removed my arm from its place on his shoulder and rolled up his own sleeve, revealing a dense cluster of fading words, all crammed on there in a too-tight sort of scrawl.
#Haikyuu#soulmate au#iwaoi au#fluff?#not technically ship-specific?#except makki and mattsun make a brief appearance
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AU | iwaoi decked in Prada, grace the cover of Vogue to celebrate Oikawa’s 50th birthday and their 25th anniversary
#iwaoi au#oikawa torū#iwaizumi hajime#haikyuu#aoba jōsai#mheerdraws#commissions open#fanart#illustration#art commisions
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Tried My Hand at Iwaoi Fanart
Going pretty good I'd say, I was scared Iwaizumi would turn out wonky but he actually looks pretty good!
on the other hand Oikawa's face actually turned out wonky so yeah I have to fix that 😭
But I got the hair down!!
PS this is for a post canon au I'm planning where Oikawa and Iwaizumi end up losing contact somewhere through college, and then years later Oikawa is forced to come back to Japan (from Argentina) to recover from an injury.
Its not totally canon compliant in that, while iwaizumi does go to America, he doesn't become a physical trainer, still working on his job lol.
#iwaoi#iwaoi hell#iwaoi fanfiction#haikyuu iwaoi#iwaoi hc#iwaoi au#iwaoi fanart#hq iwaoi#iwaoi fic#iwaoi angst#oikawa tōru#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi x oikawa#haikyuu oikawa#hq iwaizumi#haikyuu iwaizumi#iwaizumi imagine#haikyuu fanart#fanart#sketch#theyre like 33 in this au#iwaizumi is leaning on a table here#but without the table it looks weird lol#tried drawing an oc i prepared for the fic then immediately forgot how to draw girls#she looks like a wooden stirring stick 😭
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Preorders for the Iwaoi Reincarnation Zine are now open! 🏐
Preorder here
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#oiiwa#haikyuu iwaoi#iwaoi#haikyuu art#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#oikawa#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#mermaid#mermaid au#iwaoi au
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oikawa goes to see dentist!iwa who asks him if he drinks a lot of sugary drinks. oikawa says no bc his diet as a pro athlete is pretty strict
iwa smiles at him and says “good boy” oikawa’s face burns bright red and his pants get a little tighter
(it’s all over for Oikawa when Iwaizumi says “oh shoot, we’re out of our normal gloves” and instead digs out a box of black latex ones and puts them on, snapping it against his wrists)
#iwaoi#iwaizumi x oikawa#iwaizumi hajime#oikawa tooru#hq iwaizumi#hq oikawa#iwaoi fanfiction#thread fic#I know it’s not a thread but idk what else to call it#iwaoi au
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first part of the first (very self-indulgent) series/au of mine!! it's a combination of two of my brainrots, iwaoi and our life: beginnings and always. this is inspired by step one of ol, im pretty sure they were running around the hill with the fireflies and stuff(HC FILO IWA).
my plan for this is to have seven parts, and hopefully i can commit to it pls wish me luck
insta: solki.dio
#iwaoi#iwaoi au#iwaoi fanart#haikyuu#haikyuu fanart#haikyuu au#alternate universe#iwaizumi hajime#oikawa tooru#iwa-chan#oikawa#our life#our life: beginnings & always#gb patch#gb patch games#filo iwaizumi#iwaoi our life au
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playlist I listen to when writing it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2RA98hGVgg
also, first story I’ve written. so be nice :)
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thinking about Iwaizumi Hajime (18) and Oikawa Tooru (17) the night before Oikawa leaves for Argentina and Iwaizumi leaves for California.
the room was getting darker, the only light that poke through was the sun as it was setting down. Both boys were laying down on the bed, looking at ceiling, thinking about how they are leaving each other but not saying anything. Because, maybe, if they don’t speak about it, it won’t manifest.
the spike hair boy rolls over, laying his head on Tooru chest, hearing his heart beat, letting their legs interwine as the brown hair boy wrapped his arms around him. They know what they feel for each other isn’t normal. Normal for friends. Normal friends don’t hold hands. They don’t get slightly jealous when the other it’s talking to possible love interest. They don’t snuggle under the blankets watching movies. and they don’t defiently kiss once in a while. They didn’t care. What they are feeling for each other it is defiently not normal, but they wouldn’t have this feelings for anyone else.
Tooru takes a deep breath, rubbing Hajime back softly, “Hajime, I am so-”
“Tooru. Stop. You have nothing to apologize for. We’ve been through this.”
in a soft voice, barely above a whisper, “but I am leaving you.”
Hajime looks up at him, sitting down at his waist. “I am leaving too. It is not just you. We both want different things and its-” he closed his eyes, hoping it would stop the tears but with no luck, they started rolling down his beautiful face. He takes a deep breath, opening his eyes looking at his Tooru. “We’ve been through this. I don’t want to spend our last night like this. We both want different things in life and it is no one fault. You are going to go to Argentina and you are going to be amazing. You are going to surpass everyone. You are unstoppable Tooru.” the brown hair boy smiled gently and pulled him down, pressing his lips aganist his. “Te amo mucho, Hajime.”
“Your spanish is defiently getting better.”
“Of course it has.”
Hajime rolled his eyes at the setter, and lay back down at his chest. “I love you too, Tooru.”
Tooru kissed the top of his head, wrapping his arms around him, pushing him closer to him, not wanting to miss anything. In less than eight hours, Tooru and Hajime board different planes. They don’t know what the next chapter in their lives may bring to them. They could end up together or- no there is no or. Because they belong together. Their feelings for each other are definitely not normal, but they wouldn’t want to share those feelings with anyone else.
“It is getting late. We should get some sleep.” Hajime whispered.
“My flight it’s nearly twenty-four hours and yours is ten hours. We have time to sleep later.”
“Then what do you want to do?”
“Baby, I just want to be here with you. I don’t want to miss a second of your presence. We can talk. or go for a jog. or simply be here.” Tooru pulled Hajime closer to him whispering down his ear, “I just want to be here with you.”
Hajime looked at the boy, admiring every second of his beauty. In a low whisper he said, “I would rather” and with that he kissed him. One of the million kisses they have shared the past year.
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IwaOi Marys Song Prompt
Toru was still in disbelief, really he was waiting for someone to pinch him. To wake him up from what was obviously a dream, one that he never wanted to wake up from.
He was an Iwaizumi now. After dating since the last year of school, engaged after he won the Olympics.
And another year of wedding planning, the colors were turquoise and green, the wedding was outdoors, all their friends and family were there. The honeymoon was in Switzerland.
And now they were home, /their/ home. The down payment had been a gift from Toru's parents, Hajime's
Had gifted them the honeymoon. He was looking around their living room when he felt arms wrap around his waist, a weight resting on his shoulder.
"Hi baby...I know we just got back and barely unpacked our suitcases, but I have a surprise for you"
"Another one?!"
Hajime chuckled, nodding before he pressed a kiss to Torus neck, laughing more when Toru squirms in his arms and he tightens his hold on me.
"Yes another one, but I really want you to have this. Come with me?"
Toru nodded and followed his husband to their room with a smile. "Sit on the bed, close your eyes, and hold out your hands"
Toru gave his husband (really he couldn't get over that) a suspicious look before doing as he was instructed.
He heard paper rustling and then felt a heavy weight on his hands.
"Okay open"
There was a nervous hint to Hajime's voice and Toru gave him a reassuring look before looking down and his eyes widened.
In his hands was a scrap book with a Polaroid of them on their first official date on the front titled, "Our Story."
He opened it to find photos he hadn't seen in years, photos of him and Hajime the first year they met. They were toddlers running around the yard
The next page was the first birthday party of Hajimes that Toru went to. Two pages down was them as children, running around the yard
With their paper pirate hats and wooden swords.
A picture of them in the tree fort Hajime's dad built for them. One of them playing volleyball together.
Once he got to the volleyball photos, he recognized them. Until he got to high school. There were photos he didn't recognize but he quickly realized they were ones Hajime had taken of him without him even noticing. Below each one was the date and little notes like "You looked beautiful today under the falling leaves" and-
"The way you scrunch your nose when you're concentrating on math." "I love how focused you get when you dedicate yourself to something"
Notes that made his heart pound out of his chest, butterflies filling his stomach. When it got to the years they were separated, the hardest years of their new relationship, it was photos of their text messages, of when they facetimed, and when Hajime was able to visit him or when Toru was able to fly to California. When he reached their wedding photos, he was confused because there were still pages and pages left blank.
"Hajime where are the others?"
"Our story isn't over yet my love, we still have so many more to add /together/."
That was the final straw, Toru burst into tears, and Hajime reacted quickly, moving the book off his lap and he pulled him into his arms, letting his husband cry.
"I love you so much Toru and I am the luckiest man in the world. I've been the happiest since you entered my life."
"I loved you then, I love you now, ill love you forever."
Toru looked up at him with watery eyes and he couldn't help but let out a happy laugh, a bright smile on his lips.
"I love you more Haji"
He got an eye roll and a kiss in response.
"Yeah, well I'm prepared to argue that"
#iwaoi au#IwaOi#hq iwaizumi#oikawa torū#iwaizumi#iwaizumi hajime#first iwaoi attempt#marys song by taylor swift#taylor swift prompt#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#drabble#hq#moving from twitter#sorry for the format
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Fallen angel┃IwaOi AU
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"Why did you stay when you could have gone back to heaven?"
Hajime's words rang foreign in the calm of a late afternoon. His fingers continued to play gingerly with Tooru's soft locks, the brown hair glowing copper with the setting sun and ethereality.
Tooru hummed quietly, his closed eyes fluttering open to gaze up at Hajime with overwhelming reverence. His lips pulled into a small smile at the hitch of Hajime's breath, as he cupped the other's cheek with his warm hand.
"Because heaven could never compare to you, Hajime."
(Quickly had to get this angel!Tooru x human!Hajime moment off my chest - this was inspired by the song "heaven" by FINNEAS because it has been playing quietly in the back of my mind for months now)
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A Iwaizumi le gustaba muy poco la música a todo volumen, así que decidió irse al jardín que estaba despejado y no había nadie allí.
Oikawa al verlo dirigirse al jardín se apresura a acompañarlo.
— ¡Hey Iwa, espérame! — Corrió un poco para alcanzarlo, al estar a su lado decide rodearlo con su brazo.
— ¿Eh, que no estabas con Atsumu?— Preguntó, levantando una ceja.
— Oh si, pero también quería hacerte un poco de compañía Iwa, además que no quería bailar esa canción. — Ríe un poco.
Iwa solo lo empuja y proceden a sentarse en un banco junto a la fuente
Emergió un silencio entre ambos, solo se limitaron a observar el cielo nocturno.
— Y bueno, ¿te gusta?— No sabía por qué lo preguntaba, las palabras solo salieron disparadas, quizás muy por dentro necesitaba saberlo.
Hubo un corto y gélido silencio, hasta que Oikawa se digno a responder.
— ¿Quien?— Pregunta confundido añadiendo luego una risa nerviosa.
— Ya sabes, Atsumu. Creo que ya todos lo hemos notado, no tienes que hacerte el tonto amigo. — Lo mira y le sonríe, queriendo hacerlo sentir un poco en confianza.
— ¿Como podría gustarme ese miserable, Iwa? Solo existe para fastidiarme. — Intenta evitar la respuesta.
Iwa ríe — Eres pésimo mintiendo Oikawa— Comenta aún entre risas — Y aún así, esa no era la pregunta exacta. — Agrega.
— ¡Hey!— Exclama, para luego detenerse a pensar.
Después de un par de minutos de gruñidos y refunfuños de Oikawa, decide que ya tiene una respuesta.
— Creo... ¿Que si?— No parecía seguro, pero Iwa solo se limitó a observarlo —Es un insoportable, siempre está peleando conmigo en cada ocasión en la que coincidimos con los chicos, pero...—
Oikawa duda en seguir hablando, siente que ya dijo mucho más de lo que quería, Iwaizumi por su parte le da pequeñas palmaditas en la espalda y le sonríe.
"Está bien, estoy aquí" quiso decir.
— Pero... precisamente por eso me gusta, él no deja que yo me burle de él, siempre está refutando lo que digo, me hace a veces cambiar de parecer o ver otras perspectivas, nunca me quedó sin tema de conversación con él, me gusta Atsumu. — era la primera vez que aceptaba sus sentimientos en voz alta, su cara parecía estallar de lo avergonzado que se sentía.
"Es lo que llevo haciendo desde que te conozco" Quiso gritar, pero sabía que no era correcto, esto no se trataba de él.
— Eso estuvo bien, Oikawa ¿Y entonces qué esperas?— suspira con dificultad y agrega — Finalmente sabes qué sientes, no dejes que tu orgullo lo arruine, tonto. — le golpea suavemente en el brazo mientras sonríe para motivarlo.
Sus palabras fueron un aliento para Oikawa, quién sin pensarlo mucho se levantó y se dirigió a declararse a su amor.
— ¡Gracias amigo, solo necesitaba este empujón!— Le dedica la sonrisa más dulce que Iwa pudo haber visto de Oikawa, quién se va rápidamente, adentrándose al salón.
Del otro lado nuestro otro joven se tumbó en el pasto, sus ojos todavía podían ver esa sonrisa, se quedó recostado, observando a la luna que estaba totalmente llena esa noche, pensando.
El recuerdo de la reciente charla lo inunda de repente, Oikawa amaba a alguien más ¿Qué importaba aquella sonrisa? Solo eran amigos y solo eso iban a ser.
La vista hermosa de la luna se empieza a tornar borrosa.
— ¿Eh?— Lleva su mano a su rostro; eran lágrimas, que desprendían sin cesar y que no importa lo mucho que se limpiará el rostro, solo seguían brotando, casi como si de un río desbordado se tratase.
"¿Por qué tengo que sentirme así?" Se preguntó, pero no sabía si la pregunta era exactamente por no poder sentirse feliz por su mejor amigo que finalmente iba a estar con quién amaba o si, en cambio, era porque estaba enojado de sentirse pérdidamente enamorado de alguien que no podía tener y era incapaz de elegir no sentirlo.
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Iwaoi fic I need: Psych au
I just need iwaoi in a psyche situation.
Oikawa the charasmatic fake psychic (shaun)
Iwaizumi the unwilling best friend and police officer on the case (gus and lassitor + love interest part of juliet ohara)
Hanamaki is Iwaizumi's partner in justice
Matsukawa is the coroner
The cheif is Ushijima-
Just imagine the shenanigans that they can get up to and Iwaizumi constantly battling with his inner morals as oikawa breaks into the killer's house to find evidence by jumping in through the window
#iwaoi#haikyuu iwaoi#iwaoi hell#haikyuu iwaizumi#iwaizumi x oikawa#hq iwaoi#iwaoi au#iwaoi fanfiction#iwaoi fic#iwaoi hc#iwaoi headcanon#hq#haikyuu!!#hq iwaizumi#iwaizumi hajime#oikawa tōru#oikawa tooru#psych au#psych#psych tv show#please watch psych its the funniest thing ever
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