Isagi Yoichi?!

Isagi Yoichi?!

Tall.

Sakusa rarely savors just how tall he really is but right now? As he towers over your ex-best-friend?

He relishes it.

The way his curls hang away from his forehead as he draws himself up to his full height and his body looms over the intrusion is one of the most satisfying things he’s ever experienced regardless of the way this guy doesn’t look intimidated.

“And? Is that your manager?” he asks impatiently after giving your name, asking if Sakusa knows you.

He was hoping to deal with this guy on his own and save you the pain of interacting with him but he should have known better. You have an instinct for sniffing out trouble, especially anything involving one of your athletes.

“Kiyoomi?”

Both of them turn at the sound of your voice and Sakusa’s heart races as you walk toward them.

You’re focused on him, sparing only a cursory glance as you acknowledge “Isagi.”

From the corner of his eye Sakusa sees Isagi’s eyes blaze with some kind of challenge, about to say something, but your attention’s back on him.

“Everything okay? Practice is going to start soon.”

“Yes,” he answers and feels you searching his expression for the deeper answer; he resists a smirk. “I saw the vending machines were restocked on my way in.”

Your eyes light up as he offers one of your favorite drinks. “Hah! Yes!! Thank you!”

His heart swells when you clutch it to your chest with an affectionately energetic bounce. “My pleasure.” He’s struck by an unfamiliar, bold feeling and wraps an arm around your waist unable to resist the urge to pull you close; he gently, fondly kisses your forehead and feels the familiar tremor of excitement shiver through you at his gesture.

The stranger chuckles. “I guess that answers that question.”

Sakusa likes the way you stay against his side as you turn to the other man still standing there but he doesn’t like the way Isagi seems to glow, not bothering to hide his jealousy.

Your gaze shifts dismissively. “Did you need something from the team, Isagi?”

His expression shifts from jealousy to sadness. “My family name? Really?”

“It’s how I address strangers,” you simply answer and there’s a muscle in Isagi’s jaw that twitches.

Sakusa remembers the apathy with which you first treated him. He remembers what it felt like to be on the receiving end of your indifference and though it was confusing it was nothing like the pain openly pouring from Isagi.

“I guess I deserved that.”

Sakusa’s holding his breath, waiting for the dam to break…for your emotions to come surging out like they had when you first told him about this man, your ex-best-friend abandoning you for his career

but they don’t.

You’re calm when you reply “we have to get to practice, Isagi…was there something you needed?”

Sakusa might not personally know Isagi…he might not know anything about the sport he plays, what it takes to be successful in it, who Isagi used to be and who he’s become in order to make it to the Olympics,

but he recognizes the fire in his eyes.

“I just needed to know where I stand with you,”

–a chill creeps down Sakusa’s back–

“so I know how to fix-”

“Nothing’s broken.” You cut him off, voice empty. Neutral. “You can’t fix something that doesn’t exist.”

Sakusa’s heart is pounding, wondering if he should say something. Do something.

Isagi looks like he’s puzzling over all the details of this situation, gaze laser-focused on only you.

“I ruined everything,” he says with the bone-chilling conviction only a person who’s conquered insurmountable odds can have. “I know that.”

You’re unaffected but Sakusa feel shaken to his core as Isagi declares

“but I will get you back.”

Ugh that is so sweet and sad😔

no grave can hold my body down

(i’ll crawl home to her)

ryoumen sukuna, before he was a curse, was once a man.

genre: female implied reader but can be read as gender neutral, reincarnation au, unrequited feelings, unedited ngl, inspired by work song by hozier, angst angst angst

long before ryoumen sukuna was a demon, the king of curses with four arms and two faces, he was once a man.

though, that has been long forgotten in history. sometimes, he even forgets it himself. the habits of being a cursed spirit had erased whatever was left of his mortal self from hundreds of years ago. he only enjoyed the carnal desires of blood, lust, and revenge. he had long forgotten what human emotions were, jealousy, anger, love. 

atleast he thought he forgot what all those were, up until he looked at you through the eyes of his new vessel.

ryoumen sukuna was once a man, who had a lover.

he swears his blood runs cold and he wasn’t even aware that could happen anymore. there you are, standing before him, hundreds of years after you died. 

over the course of a millennium of carnage and curses, your once distinct face had become hazy with time, until eventually he chose to forget you completely. he had no use for the memories of his once-human self. he was a demon now, afterall. but what a twisted curse chance of fate it was, that the reincarnation of his past lover had manifested infront of him, no, rather, it was infront of his new vessel. 

you had no idea who he was, much less that he was inside of yuuji itadori, watching you from afar.

he hadn’t even realized that curses could still feel and it repulsed him. what use could he have for you now? a mere human had no value to him. you don’t even remember your past life.

but he remembers it all.

it was easy to chose to forget, but there’s still an echo of you in his mind. the memories still crept through him like unrelenting roots to a tree. 

he remembers the way his hands, before they were covered in markings and his nails became claws, roamed your skin under the silk of your robes, as the cicadas buzzed outside and the first petals fell from the trees above you. your skin was illuminated by lantern light as he recalled the shape of your lips, stained like they bit into ripe fruit. but the memory that sears so deeply into his mind was the way you looked at him without fear.

there’s a bittersweet taste washing over his tongue, and it isn’t blood. he almost thinks it’s sorrow. it’s too similar to fear, for his liking. he swallows it back down, and buries it deep somewhere in himself where he hopes it will rot away.

he doesn’t act, no, that would be impulsive and too human. something he used to be. instead he watches you from the eyes of his vessel. 

and from his glimpses of you, even after hundreds of years, countless reincarnations, you’re still the same. for once, his focus isn’t on the simple demonic pleasures he’s grown accustomed to, they’re on you. a foolish human, the kind he so despises.

he wishes that it was as easy to despise you.

he feels you creeping through him, and not just in memories this time. it’s like webbing ivy, slowly but surely growing and entangling him. 

he recognizes the crinkle by your eyes when itadori gets you to smile, the familiar lips he begins to crave again, and worst of all, the tenderness of your eyes when you look at him without the thought of evil whispering in the back of your mind.

he wonders that if you’re still the same now, then maybe your love is still the same too.

but no, you’re not looking at him, you’re looking at the brat he’s trapped in.

he buries the grotesque thoughts of longing deep in the chasm of what used to be known as his heart. but he realizes it was never quite gone. 

it’s sickening really, he has no use for menial things like feelings, and he has no use for you. atleast that’s what he tells himself when he sees, feels, you press a chaste kiss onto itadori’s lips.

he tries to ignore the dull ache in his bones everytime you kiss itadori afterwards. but like your feelings for the damn brat he’s caged in, the dull ache grows into kindling, and slowly burns into a fire. 

it’s been so long since he’s felt anything that he almost can’t place his finger on what it could be, but he reit’s undoubtedly hatred. it consumes him like a fever.

it’s hatred for itadori, for making him watch this stupid puppy love from his internal cage. it’s hatred for himself for being foolish enough to degrade himself, the king of curses, into yearning for a human. it’s hatred for you, for making him feel again.

then came the deal.

“one: when i chant “extension,” you’ll hand over your body for one minute. two: you’ll forget this promise– i’ll promise that i won’t kill or injure anyone during that minute.”

of course he struck the deal as a means to his greater plan, but there was a whisper of a thought… he could see you again.

it’ll only just be once, he tells himself, just to finally put an end to this idiotic pining. it’ll be the means to an ends, and once it’s over, he’ll simply find a way to get rid of you. either from his thoughts or just entirely. he ignores the way he actually can’t bear the thought of that happening.

“extension.”

he then finds himself in a memory. the one he keeps replaying over and over.

the image is nearly identical, you laid beneath him with a flushed face as your delicate eyes gazing up at him without a trace of unease. he only realizes it’s not a memory when he realizes he’s in the modern age, where you aren’t outside listening to cicadas as cherry blossoms fell, but to whatever music you have playing as you laid snugly in your bed.

“yuuji?” you hum from beneath him. your voice makes him snap back to reality.

you seemingly hadn’t noticed the switch between the two. though, there would be no way to, considering that the markings strewn out over his body were only noticeable to himself and itadori. you, stupidly and thankfully, were blissfully unaware.

“what are you doing?” you giggled from beneath him, the sound too familiar for his liking. “kiss me already.”

he’s taken aback by the brazen request until he realizes you still think he’s itadori, your lover. for a brief moment, he’s repulsed to say he considers it. he should refuse, and extend himself back to his domain. while he’s done worser things than a simple kiss, kissing you seems too… vulnerable. it would anchor him too deeply into what he thinks is human. but you, laid beneath him, pliantly and unmistakably beautiful, makes him crave it too badly enough to reason anymore.

he finds his way to you, and the craving develops into a hunger. you’re warm to the touch, the once forgotten taste of your lips now familiar again. he feels the hairs on his neck rise when your hand gingerly comb through his locks as you melt beneath him. you’re consuming every inch of him and he feels as if he’s being burned away in a fire.

no bloodlust, carnage, or other carnal pleasure could satisfy him anymore. now that he’s remembered how it was like to touch you, to be touched by you, he couldn’t go back. not now, not ever again.

but the minute is over in the blink of an eye, and he finds himself in his domain, now left with only a pit in his stomach, and the feeling of you still ghosting on his lips.

ryoumen sukuna was once a human. but you still are. and you could never love a demon.

No offense Atsumu but Osamu look more beefy

i had to do this. you guys saw this a mile away im sure it’s time for dad osamu ft uncle atsumu (the miya twins have ruined me):

imagine atsumu swinging by osamu’s place to visit. while yes he does drop by now and then to get free food (‘stop being a freeloader’ “samu i’m yer brother, gimme some food!’), but also wants to see his adorable twin baby nieces! they’re just the cutest and he appreciates you sending him photos of them. during breaks in practice he holds out his phone proudly, grinning.

'they’re so cute!’ hinata gushes, bokuto agreeing.

'right? they’re the cutest babies!’ whenever he gets the chance, he will always boast about his nieces.

when he enters osamu’s place, he sees the twin girls playing on the floor with their toys. upon his arrival, they look towards the door and squeal happily, their arms up. atsumu scoops them up in his arms without hesitation, smiling. 'did ya miss me?’ his nieces babble, throwing their little arms around his neck. he swears his heart is about to burst.

'good thing ya got yer mother’s features, no wonder yer so cute,’ he says, pinching their cheeks lightly. 'wouldn’t want to look like yer father.’

'we have the same face, moron,’ osamu remarks, rolling his eyes.

atsumu sits down on the couch, leaning back into the cushions. his arm around the twins, keeping them secure against his chest. atsumu catches up with you and his brother, all while absentmindedly stroking his nieces’ backs. pretty soon they grow drowsy, their heads resting against atsumu’s chest.

he looks down when he realizes they grew quiet. they were barely awake, eyelids about to close. atsumu sports the biggest grin on his face.

'they’re sleepin on me!’ he says in a giddy voice. he feels so honored. 'quick take a picture!’

'if ya keep being so loud, they won’t be fer long,’ osamu scolds, though his eyes soften when they land on his babies. you were giggling, taking out your phone.

'make sure to send it to me!’

'of course, 'tsumu’

although the twins looked like they were going to sleep, they start squirming around. they raise their heads, patting at atsumu’s chest, a pout on their faces.

'what is it princesses?’ atsumu tilts his head. 'go on, sleep on yer uncle 'tsumu, ’s fine.’

all of a sudden, they start whining. they turn to their dad, making grabby hands at them. osamu takes his daughters from his brother’s arms, cradling them close to their chest. immediately they settle down, snuggling into him. and just like that, they’re out like a light. meanwhile, atsumu looks so offended.

'what the hell just happened? they were gonna sleep on me!’ he looks at his sleeping nieces, feeling betrayed.

osamu wears a smug look on his face. ’ ’m their father, 'course they’re gonna want me.’

atsumu sees you try to suppress your laughter and he narrows his eyes. 'whaddya know?’ he points a finger at you.

'nothing, nothing,’ you wave your hand, snickering a little.

oh something was definitely going on. 'nu uh, you know somethin! spill.’

you let out an airy laugh. ‘sorry to break it to you atsumu, but osamu’s chest is their favorite pillow.’

the olympic athlete gawks at his brother who still wears the smug look. ‘yer not serious, are ya?’

‘ya think ma wife would lie to ya?’ osamu arches his eyebrow. ‘plus, yer looking at proof right here.’ he nods down to his twins in his arms.

he couldn’t believe it. he actually couldn’t believe it.

‘yer tellin’ me ma chest isn’t good enough!?’

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄 ┊ Nezu Chuukichi

o. PROLOGUE

THE AFTERNOON BREEZE hit a black-haired male letting his eyes show from their hiding before the bangs closed it again.

"Tomoya I better get going, it's almost my shift," Chuukichi says to his like a golden retriever friend.

Yagi nods waving bye to his friends with girls clinging to his arms and crowding him, "Have fun Chuukichi!" Chuukichi nods at him and he walked away from the school ground.

He needed money for his family, he comes from a poor family and these special circumstances led him to work multiple part-time jobs which the chairwoman allows him. Students aren't supposed to have a part-time job since the school doesn't allow it but Nezu Chuukichi is given permission.

As he walked past the kids' playground, he saw a kid under a tree with teary eyes looking up.

"Nee-chan be careful!" She yelled to the tree.

"Don't worry I'm an expert when it comes to climbing a tree!"

Chuukichi furrowed his eyebrows when the kid talked to someone when he look up to the tree his eyes widen at the sight of a girl with the same uniform as his climbing the tree.

"O-Oi!" He shouts.

"Here kitty kitty kitty, come here" She ignored Chuukichi shouting, she's standing on a big branch and slowly coming closer to the cat that is stuck on the tree.

The cat hisses when she reached her hand to the cat, before she can touch the cat, the cat swipes its paw on her hand creating a scratch with blood starting to come out from it.

"Ouch, hey that hurt y'know I'm trying to help you here," the girl said taking another step toward the cat.

"Mikey, nee-chan is trying to help you! Don't hurt her!" The kid yelled once again.

"Ah, I got it!" The girl yell when she grabbed the cat by the back of its neck.

"Yay!"

Snap!

The branch she was standing on suddenly snaps causing her to fall with the cat in her arms, as she falls small branches hit her on the face.

Then she creates a loud thump when she lands on her back, "Ouch."

The little girl and Chuukichi ran towards her "Nee-chan are you okay?" She asked, the girl gave an OK sign👌 she sat up from her previous position and gave her the cat, "Here's your cat."

"Mikey, don't run off like that" The little girl scolds her cat making it meows. She then bowed to the h/c teen. "Thank you for saving Mikey nee-chan," She waved bye and leave her and Chuukichi.

"Hey you're wearing the same uniform as mine, you're from Morinomiya academy?" She asked Chuukichi who nods.

"Yes."

"Have I seen you before?"

"I guess, I'm from the advanced class, Nezu Chuukichi," Chuukichi said to her making her grin at him.

"Hey, I'm from the advanced class too! I'm L/n Y/n, nice to meet you." She stands up taking her bag from under the tree.

"Hey," Chuukichi says looking at her.

"Hm, what is it?"

"Hey, you're bleeding." Chuukichi points to her face and knees, blood oozing out from her knees, cheeks, and nose.

"Huh? What, oh yeah" She simply replied looking at the blood, she pull out her handkerchief and press it to her nose.

"You should treat it before it's infected," Y/n nods at his words.

"Well, I better get going, see ya Nezu!" She waved and ran in the other direction while saying it hurt.

"I better get going too, my shift is about to start."

“first comes love, then comes marriage~”  - teasing dialogue over a crush

prompt list by @novelbear | requested: @soph1333

"seriously? [name]? that's who you've been crying about for weeks?"

"i invited them over." "shut up, you did not."

"don't look but they're right behind you- I SAID DON'T LOOK??"

"aww someone's finally got their first crush~"

"is he cute? i bet he's cute let me see-"

"well now you have no choice but to text them, oops!"

"your ears got so red, it was hilarious."

"none of what you said made any sense, i can't believe they have you this flustered."

"should i try to ask around? i think you might actually have a chance- what do you mean no??"

"borrowing my favorite shirt? you're down this bad?"

[mocking them] "'i guess you'll never know' why would you say something like that??"

"you stayed up...all night...for them. oh dude you're in love."

"what- i was NOT smiling like that i have no clue what you're talking about."

"please, you were smiling like the cheshire cat when he came over. be serious."

"if him coming over actually gets you to do the dishes then i might have to get his number myself, damn..."

"i better be the first one you invite to your wedding!"

"look at you. a blushing mess, stand up!"

"you think i didn't notice the voice change? you totally like them."

"so...are you finally going on that date or....?"

Literally, if you're uncomfortable just say it's an OC what the heck is "It's still an x reader fic" Gurl bfr. Also, stop using X reader tag when it's clearly an Oc.

Guys I have seen so many "x reader" fics that said they are not comfortable with writing y/n and changed it to a name. Y'all have to know the difference between "x reader" and "x oc" fics. "But it's still x reader fics" No it's not sial💀 I'm really okay with some author adding some personality but not with names guys😕