Hellooo! I'm Just Stopping By To Request A Prompt Similar To Conan Gray's Song "Heather". One Where You've

I totally agree there needs to be more YANDERE! Daichi and YANDERE! Suga x Reader like ?!?!??! IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES AKDKAJFKSNJFDJ I practically screamed when I realized the plot twist literally went like "GENIUS!!! FUCKING GENIUS"

Afsjhkakdkd sameeeee

I’m just thinking about the cuddles from these bois and they got me kinda ✨funny✨

Nah but really, just imagine when they get jealous.

If it’s soft yandere, you’re just talking to a boy and daichi slips between you and him, making up an excuse or threatening him that if he ever talks to you again, he’ll [REDACTED]. Meanwhile, suga’s just dragging you away with a pout. “I can’t believe you were talking to that boy. What if he tried something on you? We would never forgive ourselves for letting something like that happen.” Daichi comes jogging after you later and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, Sugawara moving accordingly and winding an arm around your waist. They’re almost suffocating with all the heat, but they don’t seem to mind one bit. “Sorry if you don’t like it, baby, but we just get a little jealous when you’re around other guys, that’s all.”

If it’s hard yandere, once again you’re talking to another boy. You’re laughing, he’s laughing, then suddenly your being slammed against the nearest wall with an eyeful of pissed Sugawara. You hear grunts, and with fearful eyes you peer over his shoulder to see daichi slamming his fist against the boy’s jaw, kicking and beating and pounding on the guy in any way possible. Suddenly your chin is tugged back to face Suga head on, reluctantly meeting his furious gaze. “Look what happens when you talk to other boys yn.” Every scream of pain from over his shoulder rips a wave of fear through you, leaving you trembling in his hands. “We get jealous, and you really shouldn’t do that to us, should you?” You don’t respond for a second, and Suga grips your chin bruisingly tight. “Should you?” It hurts, so so bad. Bad enough that you hastily nod and whimper in relief when he releases you. “Good,” his rough hand returns to your body, this time latched onto your wrist. “We’re going home.” With one large yank, you’re stumbling after him, but he stops to call out to his partner in crime. “Daichi.” “Hmm?” “Our dear little yn needs a lesson on not talking to other boys. Obviously, we need to teach her that she’s only ours again. You comin’?” Daichi’s mouth curls into a smirk. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He rises off the boy and steps over to join you, leaving behind what somehow was a body lying in a puddle of blood. His hand was soaked as he captured your own, forcefully intertwining your fingers with his. “Bad girls like you deserve to be punished yn. Don’t try to cry your way out of it this time. Our darling needs to learn the only place she belongs is by our side.”

heyy i’ve been reading ur fic for a good while now and i have to say i just constantly find myself coming back to it. you write with clarity (seems simple but it’s hard to find writing as well done as urs) and emote really well and your fics are always soooo entertaining to boot! idk if that last one is the right word but bdjdjdjf i just love ur fics. thank u sm for sharing them :’)

Awww thank you so much! It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a message as kind as yours, and I really appreciate it!! I’m glad you like my stories🥰🥰

here’s a request, okay so like i’ve been sad recently so how would Tsuki, Bokuto, and Kenma (separately) cheer up their s/o who’s sad, thank you :) hopefully you do it, if you don’t it’s totally cool!

Cheering Up Sad S/O (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Umm, and I know I’m not really qualified to help or anything, but I know one thing that always makes me feel better is laughing. Even if it’s forced, laughing always feels good to me, so maybe it’ll help you too! Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 802

Tsukishima Kei:

Honestly, he doesn’t take you seriously at first. 

Let’s be real, Tsukishima is shit with emotions

So he thinks you’re kind of just throwing a fit in the beginning. 

Then you start crying or just start being more quiet than usual and then he thinks oh SHIT.

He starts by standing beside you and just awkwardly patting your head.

Then he sighs and brings out the big guns, dragging you to the couch and setting you down there. 

He leaves and comes back five minutes later with popcorn, drinks and piles of blankets and he just cuddles you while watching his favorite tv show (documentary about dinos whattt)

I mean ur like crying so u can’t see the screen, right??

He’s got his lanky arms wrapped around you and you’re laying on top of him trying to steady your breathing. 

When you do, you give him a small kiss and mutter thank you before untucking your face. 

He’ll nod and then ask what you want to watch and that’ll be that. 

Basically yeah he’s gonna be extremely awkward around you cuz that’s just Tsukki.

But after he gets over his initial shock and is like “oh crap, I’m the boyfriend here, I’m the one who solves this,” he just gives you his best snuggles under the claim that he’s keeping you warm. 

“If you’re tears dry when you’re cold, then you could get hypothermia.” 

“Pshh, yeah did the T-rex tell you that?”

He’ll own up to it in the end and legitimately ask if you’re okay. You almost tear up at his sincerity but nod anyways and tackle him in a big hug once more. 

(He smiles lightly against your hair and rubs your back while enjoying the feeling of having you against him.)

Bokuto Koutarou:

Usually, you’re just as chipper as Bokuto is, so when you’re down in the dumps, he is too. 

Goes emo mode almost instantly when he notices you’re sad. 

Then he smacks himself out of it.

He carries you bridal style into a grocery store and lets you pick out your favorite snacks.

Y’all go home and he makes a whole-ass nest of blankets and pillows on the living room floor. 

Pillow Fort™

No movies or tv shows with sad scenes are allowed in this domain. Only comedies and fluff flicks.

He’ll feed you candy then beg you to feed him some too.

By the end of the night, he’s given you a massage, a bubble bath, and a cuddle to sleep.

He’s a big teddy bear, but also a solid teddy bear, so he’s a lil hard to snuggle with, but he’s warm so you don’t care. 

In the end, expect many hugs and kisses from this man, he is a very physical lover. 

And yes, the next day you will get breakfast in bed. Or brunch technically bc you both slept in till eleven.

Kozume Kenma:

This man is a listener. That’s all I gotta say.

He’ll let you vent about everything that’s been going on, and let’s be honest, there’s really nothing better than that.

He’s just about the best guy to have around when you’re sad.

If you want a hug, just ask and he’ll give you one. If you want a kiss, he’ll give you one too.

Honestly, he just wants to see you go back to being your normal happy self, so he’ll appeal to your every wish. 

I mean… that’s it.

After you’ve vented all your problems, he’ll ask what else you wanna do.

You want hugs. And that’s a fact. 

So yeah, he’ll give you hugs, and then he’ll give you his hoodie, and then he’ll give you his game and show you how to play cuz this boy is 🥺 level 100

He’s been sad before (I mean they all have but Kenma doesn’t like having a sad s/o) so he wants you to feel better as soon as possible. 

“You’re pressing the wrong buttons, YN.”

“No I’m not! This game is just STUPID!”

“YOU’RE STUP- I mean, yes the game is very stupid, yes.”

Guess who doesn’t get to touch his gameboy anymore.

By the end of the day, you’re both passed out in bed holding each other. Each of you is swaddled in his huge hoodies and cradling each other closely. 

*Next day*

“Kenma, where’s your game? I think I know how to play now.”

“I lost it.”

(Press X to Doubt)

Dude you are like the best writer. I literally did not know that you wrote literally every one of my favorite fics until I finally downloaded the Tumblr App. You’re literally amazing, definitely keep writing (no pressure ofc). Tons of love ❤️❤️❤️

oh my goodness you're too sweet! we must be on the same wavelengths if u like all my fics--i like ur style😎

thank you so much anon! i am summoning the will rn!

I’ll just poison bokuto fav dinner when I’m tired of playing the housewife game he trapped me in.

Yesss, I love it when YN fights back😤😤

Tonight was the night. His favorite dinner splayed out on the table, filled to the brim with all the pills you could scour from his medicine cabinet. Only one of you was making it out of tonight, and you knew that.

“Babyyyy, I’m home!” When the door slammed open, you scrambled over to greet him like usual, fake smile and doting eyes painted on like makeup.

“Welcome home, Bo.” A hug that was too hot for comfort. A kiss that made your skin crawl. Both were forced upon you with a tight grip on your upper arms, but Bokuto’s larger-than-life smile made it seem like he hadn’t even noticed you were in pain.

“So what’s for dinner tonight?” His arms wound around your waist as he tailed you to the kitchen. You didn’t mind it; this way, you could let your smile fall and let a sneer creep up onto your face.

“Your favorite.” You breathed slowly, trying to calm yourself when Bokuto took the seat across from you at the table.

“You’re amazing babe!”

He must have missed the anticipation in your shaking hands, or the smug glint in your eye, because he chowed down like no tomorrow.

“Mmm, this is so- ahem, excuse me- this is so good!” He coughed between his words before taking another bite. Then another. Then another. The signs appeared quicker than you expected. His movements slowed. His eyes drooped. And finally, he slipped from his chair and collapsed to the ground in a heap.

Calmly, you stood and stepped over his body, making your way to the front door.

“I can’t say I won’t miss you, babe. See you in hell.”

I...I can't not express how good your yandere Michael Gray fic was OH MY GOD it was so well written. Usually I am not a huge fan of Michael but this was just chef's kiss

ahhhh goodness thank you so much I'm happy you like it!! bruh i mean michael gray is such a cutie i wanted to try my hand at making him a yandere since there's not many fics of that so i'm glad you enjoyed it as well!

Helloooo~ first of all i really like your works and i like you too owo)/ So uhmmm can i ask for a part six of Reborn (Bokuto/ Akaashi x Reader) I really love it! Thanks in advance!

Heyyy! Thank you so much🥺 I can assure you I will be continuing the series once my request box is emptied out, so don’t you worry. Bad news is that’ll probably be in like a month or two, especially with school rolling around.

I just want all you fans of Reborn to know that Part 6 was initially going to be the last part of the series, but thanks to the break I took, there is plenty more in store for it. Thank you all for your support and patience!💜💖

When He’s Sad (Chaos Walking Headcanons)

*GIF not mine*

A/N: idc what people say--this movie was great. Partly bc Tom Holland was in it, but still. So freaking good. Enjoy!

Word count: 743

Todd Hewitt: 

His Noise goes quieter than normal

Just soft whispers

Be a man, Todd. Be a man.

Manchee is curled up next to him, head drooped on his paws. Small whimpers escape the dog as Todd hugs his knees closer to his chest. 

When you return from cleaning off your face in the lake, he spots you before you see him. 

YN. YN YN YN.

It’s so quiet you just think it’s the wind rustling the trees as you organize your bag in the clearing you and Todd have found, located deep in the center of the woods. 

Man up, Todd. Don’t let her see you like this. Be a man. Be a man.

His Noise is still so quiet, barely noticeable until he stands up and wipes his face, approaching you. “I’m gonna go hunting, I’ll be right back.”

When you turn to him he’s already walking away, leaving a sniffle in his wake. Worry strikes your heart. 

“Todd?” 

He only hums, not stopping in his tracks. The thoughts around his head start to grow and pound. 

“Todd!”

“What?” he shouts, turning back with blazing eyes. Your shocked face gets imprinted in his thoughts, playing your reaction on repeat surrounded by look what you did-you’re an idiot-you hurt her-you scared her-she hates you.

“No, Todd, you didn’t-” you try to find the right words to not scare him off, holding out your hands reassuringly as you take in his regretful face, “I’m not- Todd!”

But he’s already run off, leaving a trail of Noise in his wake. She hates me. 

Manchee barks, preparing to go after him with you on his tail, but you quickly call him back and stay near your campsite. 

“He just needs time, boy,” you nuzzle his head, eyes locked on the direction Todd ran in. “He just needs time.”

The sky is gray and a light drizzle has soaked into the forest when Todd returns. Droplets splash against his bare skin and chill him to the bone as he pushes through brush and branches to reach the clearing. 

He can see you through it all, leaning against a tree trunk and only half giving in to the sleep that tries to overtake you, but the sounds of his return urge you awake. 

“Todd,” you whisper, eyes wide as you sit up straight. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” Missed her. Missed YN. Thank God I found my way back. 

“What…” you slump back, “what happened?”

His lips stay sewn shut as his Noise speaks for him. 

I miss them. Pictures of his old family, two men he’s told you about before but you’ve never seen until now, flash like a video. 

His mind runs wild replaying memories upon memories. When the tears start to fall again is when he gets angry at himself. Dammit, Todd. Men don’t cry, suck it up-

“Todd.” Your voice interrupts his thoughts and he zones back in on you. You hold your arms out, face gentle and reassuring as you nod for him to come closer. “Come here.”

His gaze trails to your form. Warm. Soft. Nice. Want it. Want her. 

His lips open and close, searching for some sort of excuse. But he doesn’t have one, thankfully. He crosses the distance between the two of you, lips pursing as he lowers himself to the ground and in between your arms. On his knees between your legs, he waits until your arms embrace him before he engulfs you, his face pressing into your shoulder as he wraps around your midsection. 

Tears began to dampen your shoulder, more so than the rain that now poured on you both. You ran a hand through Todd’s hair, holding him closer the more rampant his thoughts ran.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here for you.”

She’s here for me.

“You don’t have to act all strong right now. Just relax.”

Minutes passed with Todd wound around you, his hands curling tighter into fists in the back of your shirt every time you brushed your fingers through his tufts. 

Feels so nice. I don’t wanna leave. Wanna stay like this forever. Always stay here with her. Always happy. Happy. Never wanna stop.

And so you granted his wish, holding him closer and tighter as his Noise mumbled sweet nothings in your ear.

The Miracle of Childbirth (Oikawa x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Yours and Oikawa’s children were the most amazing creatures on Earth… except when they acted like munchkin-sized pain in the asses. 

A/N: Here’s a little imagine to celebrate 500 fUcKiNg followers, like holy shit!! Goddamn that’s amazing tysm :)))! (Also, it hasn’t actually happened yet, but I’m like two followers away so I’m gonna count it cuz I’ll be busy tomorrow.)  It’s more Oikawa shit bc he’s just a hot piece of flat ass, and I’m dying for more domestic stuff w him. I got it from this prompt by @otpdisaster​, so enjoy!

Word count: 880

        There was no greater feeling than when you first looked into your twin children’s eyes while lying in your hospital bed. They were your shade, but had the long, curled lashes of their father. Aiko already had Tooru’s smug smirk down, and Reo had his brown tufts. 

        “They’re beautiful,” you had whispered, cooing softly when Reo wrapped his miniature fingers around your pinkie. Tooru nodded softly at your bedside, cradling your little girl in his arms and smiling down at her. 

        “They’re perfect,” he mumbled back, running a gentle thumb over her cheek. “They’re gonna be the best volleyball players on this side of the world.” You giggle lightly and shake your head while brushing over your boy’s fuzzy scalp, hugging his swaddled form closer to your chest. 

        “I’m sure.” You sigh happily as your husband pecks Aiko’s forehead, causing her to let out a small huff. 

        Every chubby little foot, every puffy tummy was gorgeous in your guys’ eyes. Nothing they could ever do would ruin the way you viewed them as the lights of your lives. They were nothing short of miracles. 

        Except for when they acted like little gremlins. 

        “WE CAPTURED THE DEMON!” You pause at the words and stare confusedly at the door. With a furrowed brow, you unlock your home and step inside, only to see a literal nightmare. 

        Stray pillows and blankets were splayed everywhere in your living room. The couch was cushionless and there was a homemade fort in the center of it all. It was primarily supported by four dining chairs dragged out onto the lounge’s carpet, but had a barrier that consisted of the sofa’s fundamental sections and stuffed animals from the children’s rooms. Two hefty comforters overlapped above its foundation and stood as an accessible entrance to the inside. 

        Both Aiko and Reo ran circles around the fortress with victorious war cries, waving their nerf guns wildly above their heads. “We captured the demon! We captured the demon!” Their yells echoed throughout the whole house as they scrambled up the stairs, presumably to grab more ammo. You, throughout all of this, had watched in a mixture of horror and amusement. 

        “Tooru?” you called out, glancing around the house for any sight of your husband. 

        “Mmmpf mmpf!” A muffled voice hummed from within the fort. Releasing a heavy sigh, you set down your keys and purse on the coffee table before kneeling down on the carpet. You crawl on your hands and knees to the fort, pushing aside a blanket and peering in. The sight before you was almost laughable. 

        Surrounded by a barrage of nerf darts and duct taped to a flimsy tea party chair was Tooru, gagged with a bundled pair of socks. Glitter sparkled in his brown hair and one plastic dart stood like a unicorn horn from his head while he frowned at you. 

        You could only smirk. “Need a little help?” He narrows his eyes, throwing a lazy glare your way. . 

        “Plugh,” he spits out the sock, “Welcome home.” 

        “Gee thanks,” you snicker before gesturing up and down at him. “So what, uh, what happened here?”

        “Our children might become criminals.” He shakes his head wildly to loosen his forehead decoration, but it sticks like a piece of gum on the underside of a table. Tossing his head back in frustration, he lets out a loud groan before wiggling his captivated form at you. “You mind?”

        “I guess I must.” You decide to show him pity and unwrap his hands, snorting when you rip off some arm hair. 

        “Owwie!” he pouts while rubbing his wrists, rising up from the plastic pink chair. After flicking away the nerf dart, you lead the way back into the outside world and Tooru squints at the change in lighting. 

        “How long were you in there?”

        “Too long,” his eyes are haunted while he stares disorientedly at the wall. “I can’t believe my own children think I’m a demon.”

        “Yeah, well, I’m the evil mom who won’t buy them McDonald’s every night. We all got problems.” As daily tradition, you peck his lips softly before walking into the kitchen to prepare dinner. 

        “What’s on the menu tonight?” He follows you and winds his arms around your waist, settling his chin on your shoulder while you sift through the cupboards. 

        “Green bean casserole.”

        Two gasps sound from behind you. 

        “Oh no, they’re both demons now!” Reo exclaims.

        “GET ‘EM!” Aiko shouts, and suddenly you’re being used as a human shield while Tooru screeches behind you in terror. Neft darts begin hit you in savory and unsavory places, and one even pokes you in the eye before-

        “Hey, look, now Mommy’s a unicorn too!”

would it be possible for you to make yandere Michael Gray head cannons? Like maybe pre-kidnapping then after? (I love writing ☺️☺️☺️)

ayo i hate writing ig we're opposites in that way🧐

hmmmmm um I aint gots no ideas for this umm

maybe like

michael is such a fucking sap for you.

he loves to watch you tooling around under the sun; it makes it so much easier to imagine his hand in yours, you hugging his arm close to your chest as he walks alongside you.

he needs you.

like an addiction crawling underneath his skin. He gets absolute shivers at the thought of holding you.

and, oh my God, he blushes when he thinks of all the dirty things he wants to do to you, before and after the kidnapping. it's actually kinda... sweet?

you'd say he's growing on you, but there's no way. No FUCKING way that's happening.

maybe.

and after kidnapping, constant touches.

doesn't know his boundaries so you'll like wake up to him caressing your hair or skimming his lips along your arms. one day you fell asleep on your stomach and you like woke up to him massaging your back??? no. fucking. boundaries.

the nicknames. lover, baby, sweetheart, my love. Angel. he whips them out all the time, ESPECIALLY when you're acting a little too rowdy for his taste. "angel" he wring it out of his throat, jaw twitching. "please stop."

never puts his hands on you, but definitely the type to throw fits where he just throws shit around the room. they get so close to hitting you, and when he sees the single tear racing down your cheek after he surfaces, his entire face goes ghostly white. "no" he'll mumble to himself. then he launches toward you "no, no, no, no, no, sweetheart I would NEVER hurt you. please don't look at me like that. I love you so much, stop looking at me like that."

he begs and pleads for kisses. then he takes them. He'll take them until you learn to give them.

and when you start giving them, he'll take even more.

because you love him just as much as he loves you, right?

Right.

and he loves you too sweetheart. with his little puppy-dog eyes adoring you, and the way he soaks you into his skin, hands grasping for every inch of you.

Michael Gray loves you, and you learn to love him back. You will. He swears it.