[myhaikyuuthings]

oh just throwing this out while i’m here, i don’t have a huge following, but i have enough that i know multiple people will see this

here’s a card on just a Bit of information about the movement: https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/

Ways To Help

Ways To Help

if you’re staying silent on these issues, you’re siding with the oppressors. i’m white so i’m only going to be sharing links to posts and articles from black creators and activists in the future. take some time to read this, sign some petitions, donate if at all possible. black lives matter all the time, it isn’t a trend.

if you have an issue with me posting about this on this blog, feel free to block or unfollow me. i’m not going to ‘spam’ about it, but every now and then i’ll reblog this post with more info

[myhaikyuuthings]

Hi,I'm making a post of recommended fanfics and was wondering if it would be alright if I linked some of yours? Totally fine if it's a no,just wanted to ask😊

go for it! i have absolutely no idea when you sent this in so im sorry.

im also just gonna use your ask for a little update - i am back! i got a new laptop, moved out of my home town and got married in the time i was gone so hiiii hows everyone doing

[myhaikyuuthings]

also i came back to 2400 which... y’all i don’t think i’ve written anything in like 3 months y’all are too good to me but thank you 🥺

[myhaikyuuthings]

yo i’ve been 💀 hoo boy okay lemme update y’all on what’s happened recently. And yes i Will be posting probably within the next 12 hours, gonna hit a lot of those requests that have been just straight chillin.

6 people in my family tested positive for covid - all have recovered

my car Committed Self Murder

i have been Struggling and have had absolutely zero motivation to write BUT things are getting better so i’m gonna slam some content out.

i wanna thank everyone who has continued to support my work and follow/request. it means the absolute world to me

[princesskuragina]

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

[myhaikyuuthings]

hold up 😭😭 thank you guys for 1900 followers

i didn’t expect to come back to that but omg

i’ll start up on requests again soon, once i get back into the rhythm of writing

i have over 60 right now so just give me some time okay?

[myhaikyuuthings]

Someone To You

pairing: tendou x reader

wc: 861

warnings: insecurity, angst with a fluffy ending

based on: this song

a/n: i’ve been gone for awhile from writing and this is kind of all over the place but i missed writing so i thought i’d give it a try. how have you guys been?

You laid against your head board, twirling your pen between your fingers as your best friend laid beside you. His head rested on your thighs, listening intently to the questions you were asking. There was a test coming up soon and you had asked Tendou to help you study, which he happily agreed to, but you had been going for nearly four hours now and he was getting bored. 

“Hey y/n,” his voice was soft, almost guarded as he called for your attention. You hummed in acknowledgement, scribbling out the final answer to your questionnaire. “Do you think monsters are born or created?” 

You put your pen and papers down, moving your hand to his hair in a comforting gesture before speaking. “What kind of monsters? Some are created like in that book Frankenstein, but some are born too.”

“You know what kind of monster I mean,” he mumbled, pressing  his face harder into your thigh to avoid looking at you. 

“I don’t think those monsters are monsters at all,” you said, pushing his shoulder so he would turn and look at you. It took a few tries but finally he moved to sit beside you, still avoiding eye contact. “Where did this come from?”

“I don’t know, I just,” he ran his hand through his hair, biting his bottom lip in frustration, “all I’ve ever wanted was to be treated like everyone else. I don’t even want to be special to someone, or everyone, I just want to be seen as normal.

People only started treating me even slightly good once I joined the team and even then it’s more out of fear of Wakatoshi than anything else I think,” he continued, his hands now curled into fists on his lap. “The only person who has never treated me differently is you. You know that, why didn’t you ever treat me how they did?”

“Because you aren’t a monster Satori, you never were,” you assured him, feeling your eyes start to water for your friend. 

The two of you had only met last year when you transferred into the district but quickly got close. You noticed people treated him differently around school but you assumed it was because of how talented a player he is, more of a respect thing. When you learned that wasn’t the case it hurt you, it still does when you think about it. 

“I’m starting to think I am,” he laughed, the sound broken and empty. You reached for his hand, ignoring the pang in your heart when he moved his out of reach. “I’ve never had anyone before the team, and you are the first friend I’ve made outside of the team, so they have to be right.”

“They’re not right and they can all kiss my ass!” you burst out, the tears flowing freely as your anger overtook your sadness. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in tightly as his own tears flowed down at the sight of you. 

“I don’t deserve a friend like you y/n,” he whispered against you, his body shaking in your hold. “I’m selfish, and monstrous even if you don’t believe it.” 

“How the hell are you selfish?”

“I just wanted to be someone, for the longest time, but then I met you,” he started, tightening his grip on your body, “and suddenly I just wanted to be someone to you.”

“You are someone to me,” you assured him.

“That’s why I’m selfish, I got what I wanted so why do I want more? Why do I want to be the one you call for everything,” he asked, “I want more and I don’t deserve more I don’t even deserve this, I don’t deserve you.” 

You pulled back, it was a bit of a struggle with him fighting to keep you in his hold but eventually he let go. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, brushing the tears from his cheeks, ignoring the way your heart was catching at his words. 

“What do you mean by more,” you whispered, turning his face back to you as he looked away. “Tell me.”

“I want to be able to call you mine, okay? I’m sorry, I know it’s fucked up and you’d never want that and I get it okay so we can just move-” you cut him off with a hug, feeling him freeze in your hold before relaxing. 

“I love you, I have for a long time but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” you replied, letting out a wet laugh at the way he froze again at your words. “I’m glad you said something.” 

“Don’t play with me y/n,” his words shook as he spoke, causing your heart to clench painfully at the reminder of how he saw himself. 

“I’m not, I never would play with you like that.” 

He pulled from your hold, taking your hands in his as he looked at you with tear filled eyes. “You love me?” 

“I love you.” 

“God I love you too, fuck what did I do to deserve this?” 

“You were yourself, you’re easy to love Satori, thank you for letting me love you.” 

[myhaikyuuthings]

I think this was a while back but cop!daichi honestly frustrates me to no end. The police in the UK are just as bad as the US but they’re just more slick about it. Honestly, cop is the last thing I would’ve picked for Daichi. I personally saw him as more of a paramedic, you know? Or like working in a school to some capacity. He’s just too baby for this honestly.

god honestly, i’ve seen a bit about uk cops and they’re... definitely not great. daichi as a paramedic isn’t something i ever considered but i kind of love it anon so thank you for that. he is too baby for police work, do i think he’d make a good cop (if cops were what they Should be) yes, but if we’re basing it off of  how cops actually are he’d end up quitting when he realized one person (him) can’t change a whole system alone. 

i understand it’s fiction and i should treat it as i would a mob au or cheating etc because they aren’t something the characters would really be in/do, but i definitely let my own bias leak into what i write. i think  most writers do and there’s nothing wrong with that in my opinion. i have nothing against anyone who writes cop daichi it’s just not for me and i refuse to write it. i can’t write cops in a good way, so if i wrote cop daichi he’d be a terrible person in it. 

it was a little while back on my blog that i first talked about this but i’ve been pretty MIA from tumblr, at least in the writing aspect due to a lot going on at the moment so don’t even worry about it love

[myhaikyuuthings]

“These Words” Soulmate Series

prompt: soulmate au your soulmates last words ever said are on your body, they turn red when said, first words ever said to you are on another part of your body, they turn gold when said

pairing: Daichi Sawumara x reader

Atsumu Here

warnings: angst, major character death

wc: 708

You promised your parents you would never look at your words, letting your mother wrap the words along your wrists every morning and keeping your eyes closed diligently. You were raised to not rely on the soulmate system to fall in love, so you didn’t know your own words. Most of the people you encountered didn’t understand why you did this, but you agreed with your parents, if it’s meant to be then you don’t need some little words to bring you together, you just will. 

You met Daichi through school when you were in high school. You had taken on the role of manager alongside your dear friend Kiyoko. He had been nothing but kind from the beginning, and respected that you didn’t want to know when someone was your soulmate. So when he realized the words on his shoulder were now gold, he made sure everyone agreed to keep it a secret from you. He wanted things to progress between the two of you because you liked him, not because he was your soulmate, and he surely didn’t want you to hate him for telling you. 

He managed to keep it a secret for two years, the team somehow doing the same. Until the new first years came along, and he knew they would ask questions about who his soulmate was. Although you didn’t want to know yourself, you were always very eager to hear about others. There was no way he could look you in the eyes and tell you his soulmate was someone else if you asked. So he started changing out earlier than everyone else. 

The two of you had been dating for a few months, but he didn’t want to put that pressure on you so soon. You were on your usual saturday after practice date when he finally confessed to you that he was your soulmate. You had handled it well, much better than he ever expected. Truthfully he was terrified you would hate the thought of it. But the way your eyes lit up and you excitedly tugged at his shirt for him to show you brought him ease. From that day forward your mother only wrapped your other wrist. Daichi was slightly grateful for that. 

The dreaded day didn’t  come for many more years. By that point the two of you were married and you knew what your last words would be, though you still kept your wrist covered. Now instead of your mother, your husband covered them for you. He knew his words,and though they were painful to face some days, he knew you felt the same seeing your last words written across his heart.

You laid on his chest, tracing your last words with a guarded look in your eyes. He stiffened under your touch, feeling the pain in his chest start to build every time he thought of the meaning behind them. It was obvious by your last words, mixed with his, that you would pass first. But to you, they just seemed like last words anyone could say. 

‘I don’t regret it’ laid across his skin, taunting him, slowly destroying him. 

“Do you ever  want to know my words?” He whispered against the top of your head, running his hand down your back gently. You hummed in his hold, thinking for a minute before answering. 

“I do sometimes, just so I can know when the time comes,” You admitted, turning to look up at him through your lashes, “but at the same time, I think I’d be too terrified of ever hearing those words come out of your mouth.” 

“I understand that,” he mumbled, his voice catching slightly. 

“Are you okay baby?” you asked, your brows furrowing in worry. He laughed sadly, tears prickling around his lashes. 

“I just don’t want to lose you.” 

“You won’t, I’m not going anywhere.” 

He nodded, fighting back the image of your wrist filling his head. 

‘It should’ve been me’ would forever be ingrained in his brain, the fear of the day you give up your life for his plaguing him. He hoped for his own sake that the day wouldn’t come for a very long time. 

We don’t always get what we ask for though, do we? 

[myhaikyuuthings]

“These Words” soulmate series

prompt: soulmate au your soulmates last words ever said are on your body, they turn red when said, first words ever said to you are on another part of your body, they turn gold when said

pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

warnings: angst, major character death

wc: 1200 (exactly, damn go me)

a/n: this is going to be a mini series that I write for Minimum ten characters, so any specific ones you have in mind please feel free to request them

‘Well ain’t ya a pretty thing’ and ‘It’s a little early now ain’t it?’ were tattooed forever on the sides of your ribcage in messy handwriting, the words haunting you every time you looked in the mirror. At first, you thought it was obvious which words were what, but you didn’t realize just how close together they would be said. 

You met Atsumu in such a mundane way that it was almost comical. You had been visiting your childhood friend Sakusa when the blonde man approached you, the words falling from his lips like he had them memorized just waiting for you. His smirk had blossomed into a wide smile when you spoke, the words along his collarbone turning a brilliant gold. Your friend wasn’t exactly amused but he was happy for you, and the two of you quickly fell into perfect harmony. 

Over the first few weeks there were small hiccups but that’s normal. You both agreed to take things slow, not wanting to rush into the ‘I love you’ and relationship aspect just because you were soulmates. Truthfully it wasn’t uncommon for someone’s soulmate to be platonic, so it was the best decision to let things play out naturally. 

You never missed the way his eyes lingered on his collarbone when he passed the mirror, or the way he would glance at your ribs with a fond look in his eyes. The two of you promised to not show each other the last words until you were officially together, admittedly no one should know what their final words will be but it was inevitable if you pursued a romantic relationship. You were a little against the idea at first, mainly because of what exactly your words were, but you agreed none the less. 

He had invited you to watch one of his games a few months into your friendship. It was common knowledge now that he had met his soulmate, but no one really knew who you were. He played as well as ever, and you couldn’t help the pride that swelled in your chest at watching him perform. After the game the two of you took his car downtown, opting to walk around instead of driving the few blocks. 

“Y/N, I think  we have a good idea of what kind of soulmates we are now, don’t you?” he asked as the two of you strolled under the street lights, his hand brushing against yours with every step. 

You smiled softly, turning to look at him properly, “I’d say we do,” you agreed. 

He smiled at you, raising his hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, letting your eyes flutter shut. He leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to your forehead with a smile, his other hand pulling you closer to him by your hips. You pulled back, bringing him in for a gentle kiss when you saw the headlights behind him. 

“Atsumu-” you gasped, pulling him out of the way before the car barreled onto the sidewalk. 

The car barely clipped him as it sped into the building you were previously standing in front, sending the two of you onto the ground. His body landed on you, the weight making it difficult for you to breathe as the world spun around you. The impact from the fall had definitely caused some damage to your head, but the groans above you brought you back to focus. He rolled off of you, falling flat onto his back on the pavement. 

“Hey hey it’s okay, you’re going to be fine alright,” you stammered, noticing the blood pooling underneath him. 

The fear coursing through your body was the only thing keeping you moving. You called for an ambulance while trying to keep him conscious and engaged in conversation. There was no way to tell how bad the damage was, but you knew there wouldn’t be that much blood if it wasn’t serious.

“Baby,” he coughed as you hung up the phone, reaching for your hand slowly, “i’m gonna be okay don’t worry, I still gotta take your ass on a date right?”

“Right, you aren’t going anywhere yet,” you agreed, taking his hand in yours tightly, “The ambulance will be here soon and we’ll get you help and everything’s fine, you’re fine.” 

“I gotta be fine, can’t die on you here,” he laughed, wincing at the pain it caused. You choked on a sob, trying to get him to stop moving. You cupped his cheek, wiping away the tears that ran down his face. 

“I love you,” you whispered, saying a small thank you to the universe as you heard the sirens approaching. He turned his head until his lips pressed against your palm, leaving a light kiss on your skin at your words. 

“I think,” he started, coughing slightly, blood pooling on his bottom lip, “it’s a little early now ain’t it?” 

You froze, your heart catching in your throat as you processed his words. He gave you a sad smile, his eyes beginning to droop as he looked at you. He knew from your reaction those were his words, this was it for him. His heart broke for you more than himself, and every moment with you flew through his mind in his last moments. Every time he could have made you his, really his, flashed through and he realized that would be his only regret in death. The sight of his eyes falling shut snapped you back to reality and then you were screaming. 

He didn’t die that night, the paramedics got him to the hospital and sent him directly to surgery. He lived, but he was in a medically induced coma so his body could heal without stress. A part of you hoped his words had been purely coincidence, after all they didn’t turn red. They weren’t red yet, that was a good sign. 

You visited him daily, even though he couldn’t respond back to you. You sat by his bed, telling him about your day and the newest things in volleyball. Sometimes his brother was there when you arrived and the two of you talked about the possibility of him waking up. One of you had to be there when he woke up you decided one day, so you alternated shifts. If you weren’t there Osamu was and vice versa. 

You went home that night, knowing he would call you if his brother woke up. Trusting him to call you. The morning you woke up you decided to take a shower before you headed back to the hospital. Your phone rang from your bedroom as you fell to your knees, the sight of red against your skin staring back at you from the floor length mirror. 

He had passed merely ten minutes before, Osamu couldn’t call immediately, the pain too much for him. By the time he did you already knew, and you rushed to the hospital. The two of you mourned Atsumu together, he was truly the only one who understood your pain. Atsumu was your soulmate, but he was Osamu’s in a way too. You lost the other part of your soul and Osamu lost the other part of his entirety. 

[myhaikyuuthings]

hello. do you write for male readers? 🥺

i do!!!!

[sugawara-sweetheart]

recommend any other haikyuu writers?

sure, some good sfw & nsfw writers are:

@lydzisanerd | @super-noya | @karasu-hoes | @kuroos-babie | @currentconcern | @ourladyofseijoh | @starboybokuto | @dinosaurtsukki | @seita | @toorusquill | @ujishimawatakoshi | @watermelonsugawara | @tetsuwhore | @nekxrizawa | @tsukishimaenthusiast | @karasunology | @emsvegetables | @myhaikyuuthings | @cosmic-goddess-leo | @terushimasbitch | @qkuroos | @tkags | @a-simp-for-haikyuu | @dorkyama | @samwrights

these are just some of the amazing writers i follow but i could go on♡︎

[myhaikyuuthings]

oh i’ll cry 🥺 tysm love

[myhaikyuuthings]

hi!! i was wondering if u still can take requests😬 if u can then may i request a jealous sakusa nsfw? and omegaverse if u can :) (alpha sakusa and omega reader) its fine if it cant be omegaverse tho😅 love ur writings btw🥰💕

pairing: sakusa x reader

warnings: jealousy, nsfw

wc: 1148

a/n: i don’t know a super lot about omegaverse but i’ll give this a shot ( i had to do some research so i’m not 100% sure this won’t be cliche af )- also not my gif i got it off google bc i couldn’t find one i liked here. words in bold & italic are flashback. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ i didn’t really write the nsfw part for it mainly bc i don’t fully understand how the omegaverse smut works

Contrary to popular belief, you aren’t dating Sakusa, regardless of the way his scent clung to you. The two of you had been friends since you were in diapers and had always been close. You were one of the few who never treated him differently for his phobia and respected it from the get go, that’s just how he is in your eyes. Over the years he became comfortable with physical touch as long as it was you, something about your germs practically being his germs at this point. 

Because of this it wasn’t odd to walk around with his scent lingering on you from a hug that morning when he picked you up or seeing his jacket hanging from your frame drenched in his scent. People tended to just assume the two of you were together and neither of you denied it, not really seeing the point, but this made alphas give you a pretty wide birth. Sakusa may not be the most intimidating looking to most people, but everyone knew that wasn’t the case. They’d seen him in action when you both were younger and another alpha cornered you. He had broken the others nose that day, not seeming to care about germs when it came to protecting you.

So when you showed up to school with another alphas scent on you, everyone was shocked and worried. You had seen Bokuto earlier that day on the train and he’s a pretty touchy alpha so you’re used to his scent, not realizing his heavy scent was clinging to you so badly. Realistically you should have realized because he had scented you before Akaashi had reminded him that you were not his omega so it was very rude to do. 

“But y/n smells so good,” he had pouted, lifting his head from your neck with a frown. “Plus they don’t have an alpha, someone should scent them so creeps don’t bug them!”

“You’re the one acting like a creepy alpha right now,” Akaashi snorted, his fingers ghosting over the mating mark the other man had left on his throat. “Just because I’m okay with you scenting our friends doesn’t mean our friends are okay with being scented.” 

“It’s okay! Bokuto don’t cry, you’re not a creepy alpha!” 

Needless to say, you were confused about the stares you were getting. Halfway through the day you grew tired of it, making your way to your usual lunch spot with a huff. You plopped down beside Sakusa without a second thought, oblivious to the way his hand tightened around his chopsticks as you started ranting about people being weirder than usual today. 

“And everyone’s just looking at me like I’ve done the worst thing in the world! I don’t get it I haven’t done anything wrong-”

“Who scented you?” he cut you off, his food long forgotten as Bokuto’s scent filled his senses. 

“Bokuto from Fukorodani,” you answered, looking at him curiously. “Just because I smell like an alpha isn’t a good enough reason for them to stare.” 

“You’ve came to school with my scent on you almost daily for years, they think we’re dating and you show up smelling like another alpha, think about that,” he huffed, getting up and throwing his backpack over his shoulder. 

“Where are you going?” you asked, putting down your chopsticks. “Lunch isn’t over for another thirty minutes and you didn’t even finish eating.” 

“Lost my appetite.” 

-

As the two of you walked home together, he made a point to put his jacket around you to try to muffle the others scent. By the time you got to your house, he was starting to act weird. 

“Are you okay Kiyoomi?” 

“Are your parents home?” he asked instead of replying, glancing down at you. 

“No there in America for a few weeks, you know that,” you replied, tilting your head in confusion. 

Instead of answering, he just let himself into your home and pulled you along with him. He moved to your room, shutting the door behind him and removing his bag wordlessly. He tossed you your towel, an indication you needed to shower before he touched you. You rolled your eyes but went to shower anyways, knowing he hated touching you when you’d been surrounded by people all day. 

“Why the fuck do you still smell like him?” he muttered under his breath when you walked into the room, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you closer. “Can I scent you? This smells pissing me off.”

At the nod of your head, his dipped down to your neck, his nose brushing against you lightly. You shivered, the feeling different to when Bokuto scented you. Sakusa growled against your neck, his lips meeting the skin. Your hands moved to his shoulder, stumbling a bit in surprise. 

He wrapped his hands fully around your waist, picking you up and moving the two of you to your bed without removing his face. As your back hit the bed your eyes met his, your breath hitching at the dark look in his eyes.  He leaned over you, his nose brushing yours as you stared at each other. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

You nodded again, feeling like you couldn’t form words at the moment. As soon as he had consent, his lips were on yours and his body was finding a comfortable place between your legs. You let out a moan at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, eliciting a low growl from him. You were so absorbed in the feeling of his lips against yours you didn’t pick up on how mad he was getting. 

“Seriously why the fuck do you still smell like him,” he scoffed as he pulled back, “if I didn’t know any better I’d say he fucked you, but he has a mate so how the hell did he get this much of his scent on you?”

“Are you jealous?” you asked, starting to piece everything together. Why he never wanted to discount the rumors, the way he would hold your hand even in public, the little looks he sent passing alphas. The fact that he just kissed you. 

“So what if I am, you shouldn’t smell like him.” 

“Then make me smell like you.” 

No sooner had the words left your mouth than his hands were removing your shirt and his lips were moving down your chest. 

[crayonwriting]

I'm still new to the rules of the omegaverse, but can this be like a mini-series???? I need to know what happens next!! Superb writing here, babe xo

[myhaikyuuthings]

i’m new to it as well but i’ve been considering it! so many people seem to want omegaverse Sakusa content and it was pretty fun to write

[myhaikyuuthings]

i’m sorry i’ve been so mia i started a new job that gives me more time to write but training is A Lot right now so!! i’ll try to put some out this week. if i don’t post during the week i’ll get it friday for sure

also thank you for 1300 😭🥺

[myhaikyuuthings]

@pixamech you’re so Nice i 🥺 thank you bb

[myhaikyuuthings]

i’m sorry i’ve been so mia i started a new job that gives me more time to write but training is A Lot right now so!! i’ll try to put some out this week. if i don’t post during the week i’ll get it friday for sure

also thank you for 1300 😭🥺

[myhaikyuuthings]

thank you guys for 1100 🥺

[myhaikyuuthings]

that kuroo fic about reader wanting to take it slow because of a past relationship in which she got cheated on hit really close to home, it was nice reading that, thank you for writing it!

i’m glad you enjoyed it hun 💜 thank you for reading it