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CHOSO

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FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

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FUSHIGURO TOJI

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GOJO SATORU

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GETO SUGURU

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HIGURUMA HIROMI

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ITADORI YUJI

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INUMAKI TOGE

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KAMO NORITOSHI

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KUSAKABE ATSUYA

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NANAMI KENTO

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OKKOTSU YUTA

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SUKUNA

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❛ HEADCANONS ❜

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❛ SERIES ❜

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This is cute wtf

Incorrect Steddie 8/?

AFSHAGHJAFG I can imagine him getting confused when she hands him the paper

Atsumu’s irritated.

The kind of irritated that makes him look like he's constantly smelling something foul.

Osamu snickers. “Yer face is gonna stay like that ya scrub.”

“Shaddup.” He grabs his bento and stomps away from the usual lunch spot, away from his friends,

Away from his dumb brother.

He's not even sure he's hungry anymore he's so irritated, and that makes him even more irritated. He knows exactly why he's irritated, too, not that it helps.

It's all because some doe-eyed simp batted her fake eyelashes at 'Samu this morning and asked him to be the subject of a portrait assignment.

Geez, Atsumu was right there!

And then, after the stupid scrub says yes and that frilly little turd skips away, 'Samu turns to him and says

‘Guess that settles it. I've got the better face.’

He’s charging around the school, not sure he's looking for any place in particular…it's just a way to burn through some frustration.

“Whoa, who boiled your bean curd today.”

He stops and whips around ready to bite the head off—

You.

Atsumu gulps; he recognizes you from class but doesn't actually know your name and the last thing he wants to do is berate some innocent and be hung out to dry by Kita because this whole school’s a cesspool of gossip—

“Seriously, Atsumu. You okay?”

He blinks, still grumpy but nods. “Just mah stupid brother.”

“You…wanna talk about it?” you offer unsurely and gesture to the spot on the bench next to you.

“Really?” When you nod reassuringly, he screws up his face. “Why? Ya just tryin’a use me ta get ta someone else on the team?”

“What? No.” You look disgusted and…a little disappointed. “Do people really do that to you?”

Atsumu shrugs, stiffly sitting down with you. “I dunno. Just seems like everyone prefers my brother.”

“All the time? Or did something specific happen?”

Atsumu admits “kinda both.” He tells you how his brother loves to get under his skin and then their friends get it on it, too.

He tells you about the incident this morning.

“You're upset because she asked your brother over you?” When he nods you think for a moment, then offer “I’ll draw you.”

“Ha?!” he gapes.

You nod nonchalantly. “Yeah, I'm in that class...I have that portrait assignment, too."

“And ya don’t have someone yer already drawin’?”

“No.” You lament “I've been dreading it. The last thing I want to do is go up to someone and ask ‘hey can I draw you?’." You cringe. "Gross.”

“What about yer friends er somethin’?”

You give him a flat smirk. “do you want someone to draw you or not?”

He splutters “hu-gchw-we-well yeah but only if ya want ta!” He pouts and crosses his arms. “I don’t want yer pity.” His petulance cracks as you laugh.

For the first time in a long time someone's laughing because of him... Not at him.

“I promise it’s not like that, Atsumu." You smile so genuinely his irritation dissolves. "Really, you're doing me a huge favor."

"Really?" He likes the look of relief in your eyes when you nod, that he was the one who made that happen.

Three weeks later the portraits are put on display. Atsumu's excited to see your final piece. You haven't shown him yet but he had so much fun hanging out with you; he's never felt so seen or appreciated, been so relaxed or so autonomously at ease,

Until his brother makes a comment.

"I dunno, I think ya made it all up." 'Samu smirks. "There's only one Miya among those portraits and it's the better looking twin."

You're not in class today; not answering his texts so he goes to look on his own and sure enough,

His face isn't there.

Where the fuck is the picture you drew?!

He's more than irritated now...

His mood is downright foul.

He avoids interacting with anyone and everyone until he can get to practice and then his irritation doesn't dissipate on the court and it's just building and building turning into error after error--

"Atsumu, someone's here to see you."

He doesn't dare snap at his captain, simply turns and freezes when he sees you at the side of the court.

His anger fades to a grumpy simmer.

"I got your texts," you say with a smile and light flush to your cheeks. "Sorry I didn't respond, I was busy."

"That why yer in such a pissy mood today, 'Tsumu?" Osamu comments from the bench but before Atsumu can react, you beat him to it.

"Excuse me, I'm talking to Atsumu right now."

Everyone stops and looks. Eyebrows raise, and more than a few jaws drop.

With an irritated exhale you turn back to Atsumu and clear your expression. "As I was saying... I'm sorry I didn't respond or tell you ahead of time...I wanted it to be a surprise."

Atsumu's throat is tight as you hand him something that's definitely not a drawing. "What's this?" he sourly mumbles.

Ignoring the snarky murmurs of his team you tap it and explain "it's a letter of acceptance for an art show."

He can hear the joy in your voice and when his gaze shifts up your smile rivals the sun.

"Your portrait is a centerpiece."

In Too Deep | 0.1 | Jake Seresin

Synopsis: Jake Seresin had sworn he was never going to be a father. He liked his life the way that it was, child-free, stress free and chaos free. Free being the key word. After falling for you, it becomes clear that Jake is in for an attitude adjustment, whether he likes it or not.

Warnings: no smut, maybe allusions to sex at various points, swearing, fluff and teeny bits of angst if you squint. No major warnings (:

…

"So he just... doesn't talk at all?" Fanboy asks as he keeps up a comically wide grin to entertain the giggling boy on Jake's lap. He sticks his tongue out and earns a particularly impressed laugh.

"Not a word." Jake confirms as he shakes his head and looks over at Riley playing on the monkey bars.

He's sitting in the outdoor sitting area of a bar a few buildings along from the Hard Deck. They're here solely because this place has a playground to keep Riley occupied.

"Not even Mama?" Phoenix asks, concerned.

"Mama?" Rooster leans in and says the word in a sing-songy voice like he's the miracle that's going to get Jackson to break his three year vow of silence. Jake furrows his eyebrows and shifts Jackson further away from him.

"Get that stupid moustache out of the kid's face, you're gonna traumatise him." Jake scolds, glancing down at Jackson to check for signs of recent trauma. Rooster's face drops, hurt. It’s just salt in the wound when Coyote splutters over his drink at the comment.

Jake continues, "And nope. She says he said Mama once when he was like ten months, but it's been radio silence since — he was born early, they think it’s a preemie baby thing."

"And he's three now?" Payback asks, looking just as concerned as Phoenix.

"Doctors say he'll talk when he's ready. He sees a speech therapist twice a week to help." Jake explains, as he shrugs his shoulders. He looks down at the child in his arms and furrows his eyebrows curiously. "The rest of his development's fine, he knows what we’re saying and stuff apparently. He knows a little bit of sign language, right Jaxy?”

Jackson stares up at him, then looks bashfully back toward the crowd of adults watching him expectantly. He sinks closer to Jake, curling a chubby fist around the fabric of Jake’s shirt. Rooster coos, pressing a hand over his heart. The heart swelling feeling isn’t shared by Phoenix as she eyes her coworker dubiously.

Payback lifts his head and looks towards the girl on the monkey bars and looks back at Jake sympathetically, "Any progress with the big kid?"

"Nope, still hates my guts." Jake mutters, resting his chin on his fist.

"Can't blame her." Rooster retorts, still upset at the moustache comment. Jake narrows his eyes at him.

Payback’s eldest daughter is over on the monkey bars too. She’s nine, the two of them seem to be getting along pretty well. Jake’s grateful that Rueben brought her along. He’s grateful for Rueben all around, honestly.

Jake had been living a bachelor lifestyle for quite some time, he didn’t make a habit of cultivating friendships with people who had already settled down. But, Rueben’s experience with two daughters of his own — who weren’t far off of Riley’s age — was going to be a godsend.

“How the hell do you bond with an eight year old girl?” Jake sighs gently. “All she wants to do is tell me how much cooler her Daddy is than me because he’s a fireman!”

Bob squints across the bench, adjusting his glasses, “She knows you’re a fighter pilot, right?”

“I don’t think she really knows what it is. If she does, she thinks it’s lame.” Jake mutters defeatedly. Jax writhes impatiently on his lap, wriggling out of his arms and planting his feet on the ground. He immediately tries to take off in the direction of his older sister and makes a disgruntled sound as Jake stops him.

“Hey, hey, Jax—“

“I got him.” Rooster gets up and slips his index finger into Jax’s palm. Jake watches him grin as he lets the toddler lead him away.

Phoenix watches as Rooster takes Jax over to the playground and lifts him up onto the slide — Jax smiles for the first time since they got there. No one can deny that Rooster’s a natural at this. She turns her attention back over to Jake, “You’re in over your head with this.”

“Thanks, Nat. Makes me feel way better.” Jake groans sarcastically, resting his chin against his fist as he watches Rooster. He doesn’t understand how it comes so naturally to someone that was an only child with no kids of his own.

“You must really like this girl.” Payback decides. Jake can’t get over the way he always seems to have half of his attention on his kid. Even when he’s looking ahead and talking to them, he looks back across a couple of seconds later and everything’s always fine.

“She’s incredible,” Jake agrees, “She’s perfect. These kids mean the world to her, it’s never going to work out if I don’t get them to like me. I don’t want to lose her.”

Bob raises his eyebrows in surprise as he sips on his Diet Coke. He shares a glance across at Phoenix. Neither of them ever thought they would hear Hangman say he loved someone. Other than himself.

“Once Riley stops hating me, everything’ll be perfect.” Jake turns his head and looks over at what’s happening on the playground. His friends all follow his gaze. Jake’s features harden. No way. Bradshaw has already won her over.

Rooster is holding Jax onto the monkey bars, Riley is holding onto the same run beside him. “Okay, three… two… go!” Rooster carries Jax forwards. Jax has no idea how to play this game, his hands aren’t even touching most of the bars, but he’s giggling excitedly as Riley uses all of her strength to race him.

Rooster lets her win. She’s beaming proudly with her hands in the air.

“We’ll get her next time, huh, JJ?” Rooster tickles the toddler and earns another excited giggle.

“Rooster, will you spin us on the merry-go-round?” Payback’s daughter, Hailey, asks. Rooster looks over the moon to have been asked. He carries the toddler over, letting the two girls lead the way.

Jake rolls his eyes as he turns back to his friends. Payback grins as he pats Jake’s shoulder.

“When does Y/N leave, again?”

“Tomorrow morning, today’s the trial run whilst she packs.” Jake explains, ignoring the sounds of the kids having the time of their lives with Rooster. “Hey, Fitch, what’s the stance on bribery? — would that make me a bad step-dad?”

Payback laughs as he sips on a Diet Coke, “Bribery is a fundamental part of fatherhood, dude. But use it wisely or she’ll figure you out.”

Fatherhood. Jake feels sweat beading on his forehead at the simple mention of the word. He looks over again, Riley’s head is thrown back laughing as she clings onto her brother whilst Rooster spins them.

He sighs gently as he checks his watch.

“You’re gonna have to get Hailey to put in a good word for me or something.” He decides. Payback smiles almost sympathetically. While he can sympathise with the struggles of being a father, he hasn’t ever had to go through trying to bond with someone else’s child.

Bob almost chuckles at the fact that they’ve finally found something that Jake isn’t a natural at.

“I should probably get them back,” Jake mutters, it’s clear to all of his friends that he’s nervous about alone time with these kids. “Promised Mama that I would wear them out so they’re cute and cuddly for her tonight.”

Payback laughs as he turns his head towards the children. Rooster looks more tired than them as he struggles to keep up with their demands to spin them faster.

…

“Why can’t I just go stay with Daddy?” Jake pretends that doesn’t sting. He pretends not to hear all together. He’s kind of eavesdropping anyway, so it’s his own fault that his feelings are hurt.

He presses his back to the wall as he listens in.

“Riley, we’ve talked about this. Daddy’s too busy to have you for that whole time. You’re going to have so much fun with Jake.” Your curled up at her side in her twin bed, stroking her hair delicately. She sighs and snuggles close to you.

“Mommy, please don’t go.” She looks up at you and your heart breaks. For a moment, you regret trying to have it all. It reminds you of a comment your ex-mother-in-law made a few years back. She had said that there was no way to have a successful career and to be a good mother, you would just be half-assing both for the rest of your life.

At the time, you had been seething angry about the comment. It still made your blood boil sometimes. But you think for a moment that maybe she was right.

“It’s just for a few weeks, baby. I’ll be back before you know it, and you can call me whenever you want. Jake is going to take such good care of you, I promise.” You press your lips to the top of her head and hold her tight. She squeezes her arms around you.

Jake lets out a soft breath.

He has always taken great pride in being successful at absolutely everything he does, but this is serious. It occurs to him that it’s not just his pride at stake.

He’s so caught up in drafting a game plan for the next four weeks that he doesn’t hear you kiss her goodnight. Jake flinches as you step out of the room and catch him in the hallway. You don’t laugh at him, which is how he knows this is serious.

You sigh softly as you lean against him. He wraps his arms firmly around you and kisses the top of your head.

“Am I doing the wrong thing? — Do you think I should stay?” You ask gently. It’s stupid, you know he’s programmed to tell you want you want to hear. Still, hearing it is going to help.

“Hey, look at me.”

You oblige, meeting his eyes. He smiles in the face of danger, like he isn’t terrified, “I’m not going to let you down. She’ll come around, we’re going to have an awesome couple of weeks and you’re going to kill it in Vancouver.”

You whine softly at how perfect he is, throwing yourself against his chest once more. You can’t help but wonder what you did to earn yourself someone like Jake.

Jake could not be more afraid of screwing this up, but that’s somewhat of a relief to him. It means that he’s already doing a better job than his old man ever did — there’s no way in hell that guy ever stopped to consider if he was doing the right thing for his children. That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that he’s in love with you and that he isn’t going to let himself mess this up.

He’s been on the toughest missions the U.S. Navy has to offer — Fatherhood can’t be any scarier than that, surely?

“Can we just go over their schedules and rules one last time, please?” You need the peace of mind. You’ve been over this a million times already, but Jake smiles softly and nods his head.

“Of course. You can quiz me, I’ve got it nailed.”

He does have it nailed. It’s like he’s been studying, in fact. JJ’s speech therapy is on Thursdays and Tuesdays at 9am. Riley’s Girl Scout meeting on Mondays at 5 and her soccer on Saturdays at 10.

Under no circumstances let Riley watch scary movies and never let Jax eat ice cream — he’ll eat it until he pukes.

You sleep soundly against his chest, knowing deep down that Jake’s got this. Jake’s night is a little bit more restless. He hears Riley awake at 6am, and decides to take the initiative of getting up with her so that she doesn’t wake you any earlier than necessary.

Like you’ve told him, she’s pretty self-sufficient nowadays. She can fix herself cereal in the mornings, she can bathe herself and pick out her own outfits — she still needs help with her hair sometimes but she’ll try to convince you that she doesn’t. Always check her homework before letting her hand it in.

“Morning, kiddo.” Jake pads into the living room, barefoot and wearing pyjamas, his hair still fluffy from his night of tossing and turning. Riley turns to look up him over the back of the sofa and narrows her eyes.

“Oh, you stayed, again.”

Jake smiles and remembers Payback’s advice — never let children know that you don’t know what you’re doing, “Well, I’m gonna be staying here with you guys for the next couple of weeks so your Mom thought it would be a good idea for me to get used to the place.”

She doesn’t reply, turning her attention back to her cartoons. He crosses around to sit on the other side of the couch, “What are we watching?”

“I’m watching Supernatural Academy.” She answers, not looking away from the show. Jake hums like he knows what that is,

“What’s it about?”

Riley shoots him a look, dubious. “Two sisters who are werewolves.”

He nods. Part of him feels like this is a test. The show that he’s watching now doesn’t seem like it’s scary, but he isn’t sure how far the scary movie rule extends. He knows that the supernatural and horror often go hand in hand. Jake shifts on the sofa, settling in as he observes the plot, trying to figure out if the parenting needs to begin now or not.

“I was thinking we could maybe go bowling after we drop your mom off at the airport later? — Teach Jax how it’s done?” It’s an olive branch, and they both know it. Riley turns her head and looks him over. She’s quiet for a moment too long, making Jake eye her almost nervously.

“Okay.” She turns her attention back to the show, oblivious to the sigh of relief that Jake lets out.

You’re thrilled when he tells you that she agreed. It makes the entire ordeal easier. The morning goes great. Jax wakes up in a great mood and spends most of the morning kissing your cheek and hugging your knee. Riley’s doing better than expected, she’s especially happy today because she put her own hair in a ponytail with no bumps or flyaways.

You wrap your arms around Jake first as you reach your gate, leaning in close and pressing your lips to his, “Thank you so much, Jake. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jake beams, sliding his arms around your middle, being the perfect gentleman as he keeps his hand on the small of your back. “We’re gonna miss you.”

You laugh as you release him and crouch down to swoop both kids into a hug at the same time.

“I’ll see you all before you know it, I love you guys!”

Jake lifts JJ into his arms and waves as you leave for the plane. Riley waves at his side. You turn to catch one last look, your heart swelling as he puts his hand on her shoulder and turns to say something. You have no doubts.

“So, bowling?” Jake turns towards Riley and smiles. She looks off toward the direction that you just left, sighs, and looks back at him dully.

“Okay…” She resigns, practically dragging her feet as she turns to head out of the airport.

That makes things easier. If he can cheer her up, she’ll have no choice but to like him. Like Payback had confidently advised him over the phone this morning, Moms and Dads have nothing to do with it — kids like people who show up. People who are there consistently. People who show that they care.

Jake can handle that.

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ꜱʜᴏᴡ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ (ɪɪ)

fear - open mouth - backing away - fake smiles - hugging themselves - long / dragged breaths - rocking

jealousy - snide remarks - darting looks - self-deprication - visible judging - folded arms - arguing a fair point

hurt - steadying breaths - overly bobbing head - teary - anger - trembling - pressed lips - insisting everything is 'fine'

lying (ticks) - picking at nails - touching hair - licking lips - laughing too loud - avoids subjects - won't meet eyes

worry - reaching out physically - pursing lips - looking to others - reassuring smiles - looking you up and down - tilted head - sympathetic nod

shame - will not meet eyes - feet turned away - teary - desperate - fidgeting - begging

humiliation - lashes back - cheeks flush - palms turn sweaty - face frowns -> brows scrunch, lips pull back - teary

love - looks for approval - blushing / turning red - clammy palms - nervous around certain people - laughs hard - turning clumsy - slip of thought

Just going to save this and share

best 18+ fics I’ve read for each of the seijoh four boys.

oikawa - deciphered (original version) by @/hoeneymilktea

my god, the smut? delish. his character? written as canon as ever? made me fall in love all over with him. the cliff hanger before all that debacle? at the edge of my seat.

iwaizumi - underground fight club by @saintobio

now this? this was like strucking gold. the way iwa is written is down right chilling and delectable. the way you think it’s gonna end? not so fast. this had me wanting more. you’re gonna finish this in one sitting. hard dom iwa for the win.

matsukawa - broken pieces by @iwas-baby

this is a little angsty for my iwa lovers so beware. this tore my heart out but the smut made up for it .. so I guess it’s a win? haha very wholesome aswell. this fict is just very memorable for me. the way the author writes issei is just chef’s kiss. a man we all need and deserve.

hanamaki - summer affair - @mulberrysilk

this was probably my first ever solo makki piece ive ever read, and when I tell you after reading that I just wasn’t the same. I really wasn’t. I believe that was the turning point of me simping for hiro. the way he was written here? legs were shaking and next thing I knew I had to go and take care of myself. personally I don’t think anyone could top this for me. then this gets slightly portrayed in a Netflix series? life imitating art i tell you.

—seijoh four collectively

this was a tie because the whole gang bang pieces have me on a chokehold. who doesn’t wanna get it on with four hot men? it’s the choice of words, and the way they are portrayed for me. all snarky, smug and heavily dom. that’s enough to make me pass out and wish they were real.

@kurosukii and @mulberrysilk take the cake for me.

jul’s rite of passage and conquered left me wanting more. i throughly enjoy all of it. smut writing is on another level. the way it’s so descriptive makes my imagination so vivid.

momo’s crush mini series was to die for. the way you’re just being completely desired by the rest of them, while going out with one of them? then having them completely destroy you? i had to take breaks in between reading in order to collect myself. the sad part? it ended :(