#iwamakki

[hanamayi]

hanaiwa watching the meteor shower together ❤️

[dakweennie]

Memories shared over the years.

A simple HanaIwa drawing I finished, from a sketch I did in February.

@beauxxxtifullies  ♡

[ezzydean]

Trick or treat with MatsuHanaIwaOi? 👀 👀 👀

TRICK-OR-TREAT

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU  (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

TREAT

“I don’t know Mattsun.  I know I said yes to the party.  And you know I love being the center of attention.  I’m just, I dunno.  Not feeling it tonight.”

Tooru doesn’t know why telling Issei this makes him feel so small and shitty.  He knows that Issei understands.  Hell Issei is the one who scolds him for pushing himself too far and exhausting himself just to hang out with friends.  Maybe it was because he knew that Issei’s childhood friend was supposed to be there.  Maybe it was because he had literally said that he didn’t mind going when Issei had double checked when they got up a whole 12 hours ago.  Maybe it was because they had spent far too much on candy to bring with and costumes to wear to not go to the Halloween party.

Maybe maybe maybe maybe maybe may-

“Tooru.  Love.  It’s fine.  I asked you to tell me if you didn’t feel up to it.  And you did.”

Tooru holds his phone a little tighter to his ear.  He loves Issei so much.

“I know you were really looking forward to see your friend.”  Issei starts to reply but Tooru hurries on before Issei can give him an out or a reasonable excuse why it doesn’t matter.  “Um maybe you can see if they want to come hang out with us tonight instead?”

Issei hums thoughtfully on the other end of the line.  Tooru listens to the background noise of the city through the phone and idly straightens up a few things on their bookcase.

“Hiro just might go for that.  He might insist on wearing costumes though.  And he’ll probably want to bring his boyfriend.”

Tooru sighs in relief.  He tries to keep it quiet but he’s pretty sure Issei hears it anyway because he’s laughing softly when Tooru tells him, “Costumes and a couple friends over I can do.  Thanks Issei,” he says seriously.  “You’re the best.”

“Only the best for you, Love.  I’ll send Hiro a message and let you know what he says.”

—

They have minimal decorations up - a couple flickering lanterns and a few little figurines - and a couple bowls of candy sitting on the counter with some drinks in the fridge.  It’s all very quiet and low key and nothing that most people who thought they knew Tooru would think he’d like.  But he doesn’t think he could feel more content when Issei pulls him against his side and kisses his temple if he tried.

“Okay,” Issei says excitedly when there’s a knock at the door, “you ready for this?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Tooru says as he steps away from Issei to answer the door.  Issei elbows him out of the way and pinches at his side playfully.  Which of course makes Tooru chase him down the short hallway from the kitchen and hop onto his back as Issei pulls the door open with a grunt of surprise.

“Yo Issei.  You got something on your back.”

“Hiro!”

Issei grabs the guy at the door in a hug and Tooru, being Tooru, refuses to let go of Issei.  He does catch the eye of the man standing behind Hiro - Takahiro he figures from what Issei has told him - and gives him a sunny smile when their eyes meet.

“Hi,” Tooru says to them both.  But his eyes are glued to Hiro’s boyfriend.  Or at least he assumes it’s Hiro’s boyfriend, if the fond smile he’s got on his face when his eyes slide over to Hiro is any clue.

“The lump on my back is Oikawa Tooru.  Tooru this amazing human being is Hanamaki Takahiro.  And that Greek God behind him is his boyfriend Iwaizumi Hajime.”

Iwaizumi’s face turns a nice shade of red at Issei’s words as Hiro cackles.  Issei steps back and waves them inside.  Tooru, naturally, refuses to get off of Issei’s back.

“So,” Hiro says after they’ve all made it to the kitchen and Issei dropped Tooru onto the counter.  “Issei.  Seems our boyfriends match.”

Iwaizumi pauses with his hand outstretched for a piece of candy and glances at Tooru.

“Nice to see another Hufflepuff,” Iwaizumi says.  “Sometimes it feels like there aren’t many of us around.”

Tooru sits up straight.  “Right?” he says excitedly.  “I love Issei to death but he just doesn’t get it.  I can’t even get him to watch the movies.”

Iwaizumi snorts and nods at Hiro.  “I’ve managed to get this one to watch half of one.  And then he fell asleep on me.”

Hiro and Issei groan in unison.

“I love your hoodie,” Tooru says, ignoring the other two.

“Low key Hufflepuff.  I didn’t have time to get a full on costume this year.  So I just went with what was in the closet.”

“It still looks awesome.  Next year we’ll get you the whole thing.  How’s that sound?”  He grabs his witch’s hat from the counter beside him and settles it on Iwaizumi’s head.

“Is it good or bad that our boyfriends are bonding this fast?” Hiro whispers loudly to Issei.  Issei just laughs.

—

“So,” Tooru says as he eyeballs the two menaces.  “Iwa-chan and I will be in here watching our movie marathon and you two will be…?”

“Sitting in our room quietly,” Hiro says.

“Pretending we don’t exist,” Issei finishes.

Tooru grins at them and shoos them out of the room.  Hajime snorts softly as Tooru curls into his side and grabs the remote.

“What?”

“You realize that they’re going to be making out like nobody’s business in there right?” Hajime asks.

“You say that like we won’t be doing the same out here.”

Hajime nods.  “Fair enough,” he says as he leans in to kiss Tooru.  “Fair enough.”

[dakweennie]

I’m stressed as shit, so a sketch to soothe my soul.

[dakweennie]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

 Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Relationship: Hanamaki Takahiro/Iwaizumi Hajime

Characters: Matsukawa Issei, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro's Parents

Additional Tags: Werewolves, Werewolf Hanamaki, Omegaverse Terminology, Not an Omegaverse fic, Supernatural - Freeform, depiction of gore, Depiction of Injuries, Depiction of Violence, Anxiety, Soulmates, Human Matsukawa, Werewolf/Human Relationship, Social Anxiety, touch starved Hanamaki, Deaths, Slow Burn, Slow To Update, Platonic Relationships, Journey to self acceptance

Summary:

Silence settles over them as a heavy blanket. The articles burn at the back of his mind. A new body. An attack by some wild animal. A young girl found dead. Hanamaki bounced his leg, biting the inside of his lower lip. He should stop reading the news, he should stop watching the news the following days. It’s his punishment, he tells himself.

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Hanamaki Takahiro is a successful horror author with a secret. Every full moon he feels like he's losing his grip on reality, as he comes home empty handed. Matsukawa, his best friend and editor, tries to help him to the best of his ability. But there's only so much a human can do to help a werewolf.

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Tags, characters, and/or rating will be edited as the story progresses.

[hanamayi]

i have this on wip for weeks now and still in flat color? yup, im lazy af 😩

[shibasakishinya]

Hanamaki: What are you going to do when Iwaizumi gets married?

Oikawa: …

Oikawa: Congratulate you for finally proposing.

[freshseijou]

Iwaizumi 1 - 0 Hanamaki

(ALSO happy birthday iwa-chan!!! i love you!)