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1. clutch

a street racer!ino takuma x f!reader fic

redline masterlist // intros // next: chapter 2

warnings // 4k words - swearing, alcohol, smoking, reckless driving (duh), all characters in college or recently graduated, mount hakone's details are not accurate for the sake of the story so pls don't try to clown me for it

the vibes for chapter one

✰ // the cars and the reader’s appearance in this fic are purposely kept ambiguous so you are free to have aspects look, feel, and be modified any way you’d like.

wishing you all a very merry inotober 2024 ;)

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under a dark and comforting blanket of the night, tucked safely away in layers of concrete, satoru click click clicks a lighter until suguru's cigarette catches. white floodlights reflect on candy paints and chrome wheels. the air smells of tobacco, gasoline, and rubber, while the loud hums and purrs of different car engines, chatter, and deep-bass music floats in the air. in this underground parking garage, it seems almost like another world of its own.

suguru geto, satoru gojo, kento nanami, and shoko ieiri are in the center of the garage, hands in baggy pants pockets and exchanging small talk with randoms, selfishly claiming an empty parking spot between their groups’ cars. every time they hear someone bitch about it, a quick “fuck off” is spouted from suguru, and they all know better than to talk back to the suguru geto, the leader of the phantoms.

“how many people are gonna be pissed that a little girl like clutch is driving that monster?” satoru laughs, blue eyes darting around.

“all of them,” suguru scoffs, eyes landing for a moment on a familiar nissan skyline gtr that’s parked directly across from them. the front license plate reads "SHDW1".

a low growl suddenly roars through the concrete walls, making heads snap towards the entrance of the garage. the unknown sound thunders through heads and shakes bones.

“what is that—”

“—is that a v8…”

“…it’s gotta be supercharged!”

suguru smirks. finishing his cigarette, he crushes it on the ground under his fresh new balances and shoko hands him another. he’s calm, but lighting up one cigarette after another is an anxious habit. he knows he should probably quit soon, but he’s too excited to mentally commit right now.

“she’s here!” shoko smiles slyly as her layered necklaces jingle and sparkle under the fluorescent lights.

“with a grand entrance,” kento adds and crosses his arms in front of his wide chest, crinkling the baggy blue button up shirt he had rolled the sleeves on.

the mysterious car slowly rolls its way to the group, attracting a crowd as everyone finds themselves drawn in, walking alongside it with wide eyes and recording phones. the two famous white stripes in the paint is so clean and reflective, it almost blinds those who stand too close. they try to peek inside, but the tint on the windows is too dark and definitely illegal.

“it’s a mustang!—”

“…from america?—”

“—it’s a fucking shelby!”

the group steps aside, suguru's tobacco smoke weaving around and through his glossy black hair while waving a lazy finger to help you reverse into the parking spot. the engine cuts, leaving an excited crowd buzzing and bickering over the hunk of metal in front of them. the door clicks open, and your brother can’t help but smile as you step out. you’ve already got everyone else wrapped around your pretty little finger.

"nii-chaaan!" you shriek, and throw your arms around his neck, but not before he tweaks the position of his cigarette in his mouth so it won’t burn your hair.

“everyone’s looking at you, clutch,” suguru says softly in your ear, you pull away.

“well then, i hope i look cute,” you smile, earning a laugh from your brother.

the people gathered around your car are in a frenzy, to say the least. most of them have never seen an american car before, let alone an imported ford mustang, with one of the most powerful and impressive engines ever built.

“an imported mustang?!—”

“—it’s the phantoms’!”

“…no way that little girl drives this beast…”

you’re snatched away to a crowd of prying questions and flashing phones. suguru, satoru, kento, and shoko lean back on satoru's car and happily watch the circus. your brother feels proud as you even offer to take random people’s pictures in front of your own car, even popping the hood and letting them sit in the driver’s seat as you sweetly thank their compliments with a blush.

it’s all fun and games until the crowd slowly dissipates and a stupid familiar face comes into suguru's line of sight and towards his little sister. stupid shaggy brown hair, a stupid grin, stupid baggy black sweats, and stupid red nike dunks. just seeing takuma ino pisses suguru off.

takuma couldn’t help himself, you were just so beautiful. big eyes making direct contact with every person who talked to you, long tan legs extending out of a flowing mini skirt and ending in a pair of platform white converse, and a laugh that made him shiver. he just had to come over and see who you were.

"sugu— " satoru starts.

“—i know,” suguru interrupts, already up on his feet and on his way to you. but takuma opens his mouth first, looking down at you with shimmering brown eyes and a toothy grin.

“hey—”

“—no.”

your head spins around, first meeting eyes with the boy in front of you, then over your shoulder to your older brother, who stares blankly at the man with a protective hand on your arm. takuma's smile drops into an innocent, confused look.

“uh… you know her?”

“of course i do,” suguru scoffs.

“she’s parked right between us and you think we don’t know her?” teases satoru, who has suddenly appeared behind you as well, a sly grin plastered on his face.

“i hardly noticed,” the boy looks back to you and holds a hand out. “hi! i'm takuma ino.”

“hi! i'm—” you begin.

“—not happening,” suguru turns you around, leading you away with satoru.

“really, geto?” takuma ino calls from behind you. “you can’t let her speak for herself?”

“oh shit,” satoru laughs under his breathe. your older brother stops, his grip on your arm tightening as he turns to face the stranger.

“ino. stay the fuck away from my sister.”

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“nii-chan, what was that about earlier? that guy at the meet?” you ask.

the five of you are now home, in your father’s garage. in your soft pajamas, you lounge back into the makeshift hammock you’re sharing in the corner of the shop with shoko, both of you nursing a beer. your eyes watch as kento and suguru carefully wipe the bugs off the front end of your mustang while satoru rests in a chair beside them.

“ugh,” shoko lights her cigarette. “suguru fucking hates that guy.”

“ino suuucks!” satoru whines, throwing his head back in his chair.

“he’s no worse than you, satoru,” kento adds.

“it's nothing,” suguru says. “ino's just always looking to rile me up.” you giggle a bit and take a sip of your drink. it seems like takuma ino does a better job at riling your brother up than he would like to think.

“i think it kind of worked,” you laugh. “i don’t think you had to be that mean to him, though.”

“you have no idea!” satoru adds. “he’s constantly up our asses.”

“you probably like it,” shoko teases, exhaling smoke. you catch kento smirking to himself.

“i wasn’t that mean, clutch,” suguru says. “i think you’re just too nice for your own good.”

“no i'm not!” you gasp. “i can be mean! i'm mean all the time!”

“prove it,” shoko points at the pile of blonde hair standing in front of you, now messy from a hot summer night out and about. “say something mean to ken.”

“what?” your jaw drops while suguru and satoru turn into a snickering mess. “that’s not fair, there’s nothing mean anyone can say about him!”

“oh my god, just try,” satoru laughs. “i'm begging, come up with something.”

you look to kento with a small pout. he stares back with soft brown eyes and the smallest smirk in the world. “c'mon, clutch” he teases. “you can do it.”

“um… ummm,” you stammer. “you… you should smile more?”

even kento can’t resist joining the others by doubling over in laughter at your ridiculous attempt. was being nice really so bad? it was something your brother had always gently teased you for, his friends joining in by proximity. sometimes he scolded you for it too, but only when someone had taken advantage of your naivety or kindness in exchange for their own benefit.

“whatever,” you blush and finish your beer. “it’s late and i better head to bed. i haven’t slept well since i flew in.”

“we all better head home,” kento says, throwing the dirty towels in a bin. when the others leave, you and suguru lock down the shop and head upstairs to your rooms. you can hear your father’s soft snores in the hallway.

“y/n, get some sleep,” your brother says softly. “tomorrow we’re going to the mountains.”

“the mountains?”

“yeah, you said you wanted to learn to drift better, right?”

you can’t cover the excited smile that grows on your face. “really? but my car isn’t really built for that.”

“don’t be silly. you’ll learn in my car,” he ruffles your hair. “touge racing isn’t for the weak, but you’re a quick learner. we’ll get you comfortable before letting you race.”

“will other people be there?”

“our team and maybe some other people i know practicing during the day, but not many. the crowd will come late tomorrow night when the race starts.”

“people you know, like that ino guy?” you tease. suguru's hand stops on his bedroom doorknob as he turns back to you with a serious face.

“clutch, i'm serious,” he warns. “ino is bad news. stay away from him while you’re here, alright?”

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later, as you’re half-asleep and snuggled underneath the blankets in your room, three notifications wake you. groaning, you roll over to silence your phone, but not before you take a glance at your screen.

shadow.takuma started following you.

shadow.takuma liked your photo.

shadow.takuma: hey :) i took some pics of u and ur car tonight if u want them

takuma ino has found your instagram. suddenly sleep is not important to you, and you’re unlocking your phone to respond.

clutchcruises: hi! i'd love to have them. tysm!

shadow.takuma: sent 3 photos

the pictures are candids, and surprisingly amazing. the first is a photo of someone taking a photo of you posing in front of your mustang, another is your back turned while a blurred crowd in the background admires your car. the last is of you and suguru, both of you turned away, his arm slung around your shoulders and looking down at you with a smile.

clutchcruises: these are so cute! thank you so much!

shadow.takuma: fs :) u got a sweet ass build going. u do it all yourself?

clutchcruises: yeah haha i don’t really have any friends back home that are into cars so it’s really been just me

shadow.takuma: i'm so impressed… teach me your ways?

you scoff to yourself. “teach me” as if this guy doesn’t know 10x more about modifying a car than you. you can’t help but notice your cheeks turning hot. is he trying to flirt with you or is he just being nice?

shadow.takuma: touge race tomorrow night, u coming?

clutchcruises: i think so! my brother is taking me

shadow.takuma: well i hope he lets u hang around more… it’ll be fun

shadow.takuma: see u tomorrow :)

you smile to yourself as you like his last message. he wasn’t anywhere as rude or troubling as your brother and his friends made him out to be. in fact, he was really sweet. his cute smile was pretty nice to look at too, even if you only caught a few seconds of it tonight. you remember how cold suguru was to ino, and his strict words to stay away from him. there must be something deeper about him that suguru knows and you don’t.

you just can’t help but look at his profile, which is exactly what you expected it to be. thousands of followers and endless pictures of cars. most of them feature an absolutely beautifully modified nissan skyline gtr, with a few other cars scattered in. you pause on a picture of him and a group of guys, where he stands front and center.

oh my, he is cute. broad shoulders you can see through a baggy black shirt and lean, muscular legs poking out from a pair of shorts that end in the middle of his thighs, and crispy bright green vans on his feet. a black beanie covers his shaggy brown hair. he looks tough, a stark contrast to the vibes you read from him earlier tonight. you hardly notice the dude with bright pink hair or the guy with face tattoos standing beside him.

‘shadow.takuma: 1/2 the SHDW crew… and yuji ig’ the caption reads.

how odd. he looks rough in the picture, but he seemed so sweet, so genuinely kind and interested in talking to you earlier tonight. but suguru knows better, and if he wants you to stay away from takuma ino then you will.

you silence your phone and turn back over, letting yourself fall asleep to the sounds of your brother’s snores that came from the other side of the wall, dreaming of grinding gears and roaring engines.

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the next morning, you’re rearing to get to the mountains. you stumble downstairs after getting dressed in one of suguru's tees, red biker shorts, and your grubbiest pair of reeboks. your dad is making breakfast while suguru sits at the kotatsu.

“three days in japan and you’re already stealing my shirts,” suguru grumbles into his tea. his long black hair is frizzy and knotted, with bags under his eyes and his shorts wrinkled… he was not a morning person.

“if you cover them in grease like mine, she stops taking them,” your dad laughs, peering at you with crinkling and smiling eyes.

“papa, are you coming with us today?” you ask.

“sorry, clutch. i'm busy in the shop today,” he apologizes. “but you all have fun, and most importantly, be safe.”

“she’s gonna wear a helmet.” you whip your head around at your brother's statement.

“what?!”

“you’re gonna wear a helmet,” suguru says, louder this time. “this shit is dangerous and you’re just starting to learn.”

“i already know how to drift, i'll just be learning how to do it in the mountains,” you sit down next to your grouchy brother. you can’t believe he’s springing this information on you now. you know for a fact that suguru has never worn a helmet in his damn life, and having to wear one while learning would make things more difficult and block your vision, not to mention ruin the entire vibe.

“listen to your brother, y/n,” your dad chimes in.

“you have no idea what you’re talking about,” suguru scoffs.

“i literally do, i've been there before. i've drifted before, countless times! i'm practically a professional.”

“i'll believe it when i see it,” he rolls his eyes. “if you’re gonna wreck my honda and break your leg, at least your skull won’t be bleeding out—”

“—suguru!” your dad gruffly scolds, your brother’s awful words dying in his throat.

“i'm just being real, papa,” he broods. his tired eyes meet yours. “eat your breakfast and we’ll go, ken and toru will be mad if we’re late.”

you couldn’t stop smiling when suguru let you drive his nsx up to the mountains, even if it was only to let you get used to the car before having to swing it around. and since you were driving, you took full advantage of your limited freedom by pulling into the cutest coffee shop you saw.

“what are you doing?”

“i'm stopping so my brother can buy me some iced coffee,” you giggle. suguru rolls his eyes but pulls his wallet from his back pocket anyways.

“you’re lucky i love you.”

satoru and kento were leaning on their cars when you finally made it, satoru welcoming you with open arms.

“welcome to mount hakone!” he grinned. he dons torn jeans, a plain white shirt, and his favorite pair of round sunglasses. kento wears a nice pair of fitted grey joggers, a cream long sleeve, and a pair of green-tinted raybans that sit low on his nose.

the drive up was beautiful, with dense and lush trees shadowing the road with rough rock walls and steep cliffs right off the side of the road at almost every winding turn. a light mist had appeared as you ascended higher and higher, and from where you were parked now, you could see mount fuji looming in the distance.

“let me check suguru's car first and make sure everything’s working properly,” kento says.

“we all already know it’s in perfect condition,” satoru rolls his eyes playfully behind his sunglasses.

“i'll do it anyways,” kento responds, lifting open the hood with a soft swoosh. “it’s better to be safe.”

“are you nervous, y/n?” satoru pats the top of your head, earning a teasing grimace from you.

“kind of,” you admit sheepishly. “but i already know how to drift. it’ll just be some added pressure.”

“you totally got this! suguru's a good teacher when he’s not on your ass.”

kento's fist lightly makes contact with his chest, a silent warning to stop being mouthy.

“there’s a scenic lookout halfway down the pass,” kento says, shutting the hood and making his way into satoru's 180sx with him. “it has a good view, we’ll watch from there.”

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you’re back where you started, at the top of the mount hakone. on your first pass, suguru had directed you to drive normally and take it slow. he wanted you to learn the roads and memorize the turns. kento and satoru had offered you a thumbs up as you drove by on the barren roads. but now, the empty spot from before is littered with cars— the ‘people that suguru knew’. your stomach flips at the thought of an audience, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself.

suguru steps out of the car. “hey, none of you drive down the pass until we come back up,” he yells. “i'm teaching my sister, so i don’t wanna see any of these cars on the way.”

“what was that for?” you ask as he settles back in the passenger seat. your eyes land on a nearby license plate, one that says "SHDW1". oh god, is takuma ino here? your head spins as you imagine yourself looking like a complete idiot in front of the boy you were texting late last night.

“i don’t want you worrying about any other cars, the roads are already too tight,” suguru explains while he ties his hair into a messy bun. “you ready?”

you take a deep breathe as your fingers start to shake. “yeah, ready.”

reaching into the backseat, he returns with a sleek black bike helmet in his hand. you shoot him a look before silently tugging it over your head. you know better than to fight him on this.

takuma ino fizzles from your mind as you approach the first sharp turn. you let out a sharp exhale. you heart starts to pound in anticipation.

the bend comes closer and closer. you downshift to first. the engine alters.

“just let yourself feel the car,” suguru says calmly. “don’t brake too hard. go back to second when you enter the turn. your intuition will lead you.”

you tap the brake pedal. the weight of the car shifts forward. you enter the turn. the clutch goes in. back to second gear. the engine revs. the back tires lose traction. you feel it.

“feather the throttle.”

you turn the steering wheel into the drift. not too much. your right foot lightly presses into the gas pedal. the tires squeal. the back end swings wide. suguru's honda is completely sideways now. the trees blur past you.

“counter it.”

suguru's hand hovers over the handbrake. he knows he won’t need it. you flip the wheel. your eyes focus in front of you. the car teeters on the edge of being losing control, but never slips any further. you know it. you feel it.

“ease up.”

and you do. the car steadies around you. you feel it. with a flick of your wrist, you straighten the wheel. you fly out of the curve. the line on the gauge set falls.

“breathe,” your brother reminds you calmly. “hairpin next. remember what i told you.”

you let go of the breathe you had involuntarily been holding. the palm of your hand is sweating all over the wheel and shifter. the corner comes at you fast. hard brake. downshift. first gear. tap the brake.

“now! yank it!”

you pull the handbrake hard, the back tires locking up. the gauge shakes violently as it redlines, the shouting engine music to your ears. the back end swings violently, almost throwing you with it. kento and satoru are just shadows as you fly past them. for a split second, the world is nothing but air around you. the world is nothing but nothing around you. it’s happiness. it’s freedom. you feel it.

back to reality. turn turn turn! feather the throttle. tires scream. rubber burns. it smells so good. handbrake down. back to second gear.

“clutch, you got it,” suguru beams beside you. “it’s a little rough, but you got it. don’t stop, stay focused. keep going…”

twenty minutes later, you’re back where you started, again. you cut the motor, silence filling the car. your whole body shakes. you lift your hands in front of your face as they tremble.

“holy shit…” you exhale, finally. every single muscle in your body had been tensed and flexed, you manually force them relax.

“are you okay?” suguru asks, his voice deep, calming, and grounding.

you’re finding words, about to answer when the door beside you swings open, and your brother's lanky best friend is grabbing you by the shoulders, shaking you excitedly.

“holy shit!! you did it, you were amazing! i knew you could do it,” satoru shouts. “ken and i are so proud of you, you fucking killed it!”

he reaches over you to unbuckle your seatbelt and rips the helmet off your head. satoru lifts you out of your seat and swings you up so you’re sitting on his shoulder. shrieking, you clamp one hand onto the soft fabric of his shirt and the other in his messy mop of ivory hair in an attempt to find balance. you know he won’t drop you as his rough palms politely grip your thigh and waist, but it sure doesn’t feel like it in the moment.

he parades you around, jostling and tossing you up and down on his shoulder as he hoots and hollers. kento stands nearby, laughing and clapping his congratulations, while suguru playfully joins satoru's antics in shouts and leaps.

“satoru!” you scream with uncontrollable laughter. “put me down!”

“we have to celebrate! you finished your first touge pass like a fucking pro!” he shouts.

he finally plops you down on the asphalt and your brother pulls you into a tight hug. “really living up to your nickname now, hmm?” he laughs in your ear.

but as suguru's strong hands are wrapped around you, you spot a familiar figure over his shoulder. with arms crossed over his chest, he sits on the hood of that skyline with another black-haired boy, the "SHDW1" license plate peeking out from behind his legs. that same toothy grin meets your eyes as he gives you a small nod and salute to your new achievement. you can’t seem to get yourself to look away, and your cheeks begin to burn.

“i'm so proud of you. you’re still pretty rough but we’ll keep practicing,” suguru pulls away, completely oblivious to what just happened over his shoulder. “you’re still shaking. let’s go home and relax before we come back for the race tonight, yeah?”

and when your brother climbs in his car next to you to drive home, you can’t help but steal another glance over to takuma ino from the passenger seat. this time, both him and the black-haired boy stare back at you. you don’t know if your heart is still pounding from passing through the mountain or from takuma's brown eyes boring into you.

you’re almost sure suguru doesn’t notice.

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chericos · 2 months ago

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soaked in silence…

ino takuma headcanons/short wip ; day 30 of inotober'24

happy birthday sweets! love you sm 🌬️

an ; sorry if ooc , UNEDITED

Ino is CLINGY!

insanely so. if you’re both home together that man is going to be touching you in any way possible

and don’t even TRY to pull him off; he’ll just cling onto you harder

one of his favorite downtimes is cuddling you on the couch while yapping your ears off (you love it)

but what happens when you return from a grueling mission and want nothing more than to soak in the tub— in SILENCE?!

Ino is going to work his magic of course, and spoil you with his actions instead of words

in other words; you and Ino share a bath together!

The bath was warm, mountains of bubbles encasing you both in a tranquil daze. The faint glow from the candles softened everything around you in a dim yellow. hue, steam swirling like wisps of fog, hazing the space between you. You felt the weariness clinging to you like a second skin, a long day’s weight that refused to let go. Ino Takuma sat close behind you, half-submerged, taking a soft, warm cloth in his hands.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. You leaned forward, trusting him as he dipped the cloth into the warm water, his fingers brushing against yours briefly in a gentle reassurance.

You instinctively leaned back towards him, your eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself drift in the warmth of the water. Without a word, you felt him shift closer, the ripples in the water signaling his movement. With a tenderness you hadn’t expected, he started at your shoulders, pressing the cloth against your skin in slow, soothing circles, washing away the day's strain. His fingers brushed lightly at first, almost hesitant, like he was scared to hurt you before he pressed more firmly.

His big hands were warm and strong as they began to work into the tension that had settled into your shoulders.

The water trickled down your back as he worked. Letting out a soft sigh as you lean into his touch, feeling his fingers move in slow, steady circles. His thumbs pressed gently but firmly into the knots, coaxing them to unwind with a practiced care that surprised you. You’d never thought he’d be this gentle, his touch steady and sure, never rushing, letting each knot ease under his careful attention.

There was something so intimate about sharing a bath with someone. Barely any words are shared as you both seek comfort in the heat of each other's bodies. A type of comfort that you didn't want to end.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of your deep breathing and the occasional ripple of water as his hands moved over your shoulders, down your arms, and then to the tense muscles along your neck. His thumbs worked their way along each knot, leaving warmth in their wake, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into relaxation with each movement he made.

And without realizing it, you leaned back even further, letting him support your weight. His breath was close, soft against the side of your neck, his steady presence grounding you in this quiet moment. For once, words felt unnecessary, as though anything spoken aloud would break the fragile tranquility you shared. Instead, the silence was filled with his gentle, unhurried touch, the feeling of trust passing between you, unspoken but could clearly be understood.

The silence felt sacred, special, like a bond that only the two of you shared. The room filled only with the sound of water dripping softly back into the tub, his steady movements, and the warmth wrapping around you both. His hands caressed their way down your arms, fingertips tracing gently over your hands, giving them a light massage before he dipped the cloth again, running it over your back with an almost reverent touch.

“Better?” he asked softly, his voice just above a whisper. You nodded, not able to find the words to describe whatever feeling he was washing over you. He let out a soft chuckle, a smile gracing his face as he took one last pass with the cloth, then rested his hand on your shoulder.

His hands lingered there, giving one final, comforting squeeze. You felt his fingers trail down your arms in one last, soothing touch before he settled back, letting the warmth of the bath hold you both. You opened your eyes, and he met your gaze with a small, almost shy smile, the corners of his eyes soft in the dim light.

There was a glint to them, a phrase you knew all too well that he didn’t have to speak for you to know.

'I love you'

#ino takuma x reader #ino takuma #ino x reader #takuma ino x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #ino wip #c. ino #happy birthday #🍡sweet treats.#inotober'24

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ultra-nooblet · 1 month ago

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All the writing I managed to do for Inotober'24

Alright, here it is! All the prompts that I managed to complete for #inotober'24. Sorry, it took a bit to get out. Normally I rawdog what I write, but I tend to type faster than I think to the point that there are too many typos to ignore.

Main account is @thrallath I figured, I'd use this one for my writing since the name I've used for my main account has always been for my drawings and videos. Anyway, I've almost always kept my drabbles to myself and about my OCs. It's been a hella long time since I've done any fan writing, so Enjoy! :)

NSFW stuff at the end! ;)

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There are two versions of Ino. One is an absolute slut and the other that's the king of the cinnamon rolls. Most of the prompts are about the latter and are surrounded by the idea of Ino having a shy (female-aligned) reader for a partner. It's more of an xReader fic broken up through drabbles.

Unfortunately, I didn't make it far enough for when y/n transforms into badass and I don't know if I'll get around to continuing it (writing isn't my main passion).

Synopsis:

Ino is a sweat pea, but he was definitely that awkward loud kid who scared everyone away. The kind that talked too much and got in people's personal space in the hopes of keeping someone's attention.

In y/n’s case, she was born with a powerful cursed technique, but because she was a girl, and her parents were poor all they cared about was selling her to the highest bidder. So she grew up very sheltered and in probably a lot of uncomfortable situations with suitors most of whom were probably way too old for her (yeah, we're going full edge with this one). That is until Nanami found her and with the help of Gojo was able to t̶h̶r̶e̶a̶t̶e̶n̶ convince her parents to let her try to become a sorcerer instead and if she succeeds she doesn’t have to get married. (Something something suspended disbelief for the plot because Gojo could probs just pay her parents off).

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1. Secret

Ino x Shy Reader

Takuma grew up without friends and tries to make up for it with his over-eagerness. He often hides his insecurities with his enthusiasm.

Imagine lil’Takuma belonging to the Ino clan. A humble newer clan that never picked up on the harsher traditions of jujutsu society.

So lil’Takuma gets written off by clans like the Kamos and Zenins because Ino’s are seen as softies, so he doesn't get to socialize with other sorcerer's kids.

Imagine lil’Takuma finally going to elementary school but is singled out as the weird kid for showing up late since his parents wanted to keep him home until his CT developed and wanted to make sure he used it responsibly.

So lil’Takuma tries really hard to change people's minds about him but just ends up talking too much, getting too close, or getting overly excited and blowing it whenever someone looks his way. He hides his disappointment every time someone tells him to leave.

But then imagine how ecstatic he is to finally get to Jujutsu High, so he can prove himself to the other sorcerers and is absolutely convinced that this time will be different! :D

But then imagine how upset he is when he finds out he’s the only 1st year because class sizes are hella small for sorcerers. :(

But then imagine how excited he gets when he finds out at the last minute that a new student would in fact be joining! :D

Of course, he makes all the same mistakes when he sees her.

Y/n is just so shy and timid because of her history with guys and she’s never really been left on her own before.

But Ino doesn't know that yet (Gojo forgot to give him the memo), so he doesn't realize that he's scaring her when he starts loudly approaching her and talking like they’re already bffs.

Their first encounter is even more terrifying when he notices her while in the middle of his training session, so all y/n sees is a masked man trying to chase her down because he's too excited to take his sheisty off.

And of course, lil’Takuma is a late bloomer because he never really got a chance to play with others so he’s still kinda childish by the time he goes to Jujutsu High. But also because his parents tried their absolute hardest to make sure he stayed a kid for as long as he could (they also probably spoiled the hell out of him due to the lack of friends).

So imagine y/n freaking out when Takuma suddenly grabs her hand and drags her to his dorm to “play” but she’s too afraid to speak up.

Then y/n is just dumbstruck when Takuma wasn't joking. He genuinely wanted her to come to his dorm to show off his Lego collection and he’s excitedly showing her all the cool things he's built.

Imagine Takuma managing to chip away part of the wall y/n had built around herself when she hesitantly chooses to sit on the floor next to him and starts putting something together.

Imagine that big dopy smile Takuma gets when he realizes that he’s making a friend instead of watching her run away from him.

Y/n becomes his little secret, a friend he gets to keep all to himself. He doesn't immediately tell her he's never had a friend before, so she slowly starts to rely on him to show him how friendship works.

Eventually, he tells her, and the two navigate their new lives together at the school. What he doesn't confess is the crush he ends up developing for his tiny friend later on.

2./24. Birthday/bookstore

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

Y/n never celebrated her birthday before, unlike Takuma who was always spoiled by his parents and raised to believe that the birthdays of those you care about are a big deal. So of course he’s going to care about the birthday of his first and only friend.

But imagine y/n still being unsure about Takuma because she has so many years of trauma and Takuma lacks any tact around her.

So imagine y/n trying to hide so she can have some peace and quiet, but the boy has her on radar and always manages to find her hiding places because why wouldn’t best friends want to spend every minute together?

But then imagine how much more determined Takuma is to find her under a bunch of pillows in the school’s library after Gojo had told him it was her birthday.

Imagine the pouty face y/n gives Takuma for being caught again but he’s too dense to realize that she wasn’t playing hide and seek.

So Takuma starts dragging her out of her pillow fort because god damn it, they need to celebrate, and he’s had zero time to prepare! So Y/n is internally crying that another day of reading has just been sabotaged.

Then Y/n gets scared when he starts leading her off campus because she’s never been off of campus unsupervised before and with a boy her parents would no doubt be upset to see if they found out.

Only to be surprised yet again when she realizes that Takuma is incredibly perceptive when he wants to be.

Like how he notices how she's always reading these old books so he takes her to an antique bookstore and lets her run loose.

He doesn’t even pester her, he just patiently watches y/n enjoy herself even if she spends half the time doing what she’d normally be doing if he had just left her at the library.

Eventually, he has to quietly interrupt her because it’s getting late, but also because he has to take her to the bakery knowing that she is a lil sweet goblin given that she’s always grabbing extra dessert in the school cafeteria.

Again, the self-proclaimed dummy manages to chip away at Y/n’s wall and keeps warming her up to him.

3. Skateboard

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

Takuma is trying to find ways to get y/n to break out of her shell, but also trying to show her more of his outdoor hobbies because she doesn’t get enough sunlight.

Imagine Takuma putting her on his skateboard and then taking her by her hands to pull her along slowly.

The way he finally gets to see her smile even if it was only for a brief moment and he gets all giddy because he’s finally starting to crack her.

How Takuma lets y/n try it on her own, but somehow she accidentally ends up launching his skateboard into the sunset.

How Takuma starts to panic not because he lost his board but because y/n looks like she's about to cry.

Y/n thinks she’s in trouble and that she’s finally gonna see Ino’s mean side and prove that he can be just as mean as the Zenins and other sorcerers.

And when Takuma starts pulling his mask down, y/n starts thinking she's about to get the beating of her life.

But instead, Takuma proves her wrong and he just takes y/n by the hands and skates her around using reiki to show her it’s okay.

(Further down I mention that y/n's CT is negating other 's CTs. It's always on, but in this instance, she can turn it off, because this is too cute of a scene to not imagine.)

Also, it’s just hella cute thinking about y/n standing on top of Takuma’s feet while he’s gliding around like a figure skater. (Plz someone write about this).

4. First

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

Remember how I head-cannoned that Takuma was a late bloomer? Yeah, well he just realized that y/n is a girl. Yeah, he's always known but now he's just noticing it! He didn’t just have a best friend, but a best friend that’s also a girl and a pretty one too! He didn’t think it was possible given that all the girls would run away from him screaming in middle school, but y/n never did! Y/n just always stood by him (when she stopped hiding) and listened whenever he would ramble about his current fixation.

Granted he was too dense to realize that y/n was freaked out by him when they were first getting to know each other, but it had less to do with him being weird and more to do with her past.

Though y/n was probably hardcore judging Takuma as a certified freak given that he was an endless ray of sunshine and kindness when just about every other sorcerer she was exposed to were all like the Zenins.

As for listening to him, y/n was just too shy to speak up then, and eventually, she got used to his constant yapping.

It was almost impossible for this boy to not crush on his only friend! But oh my god what is going to do?! He’s never had these feelings before, and what would y/n think?! She’s since become his little shadow, but she still doesn’t talk much so it’s hard for him to get a read on her. But it’s killing him on the inside because he doesn’t want to mess things up!

Insert Takuma trying to do a bunch of lame and cheesy things, trying to look cool in front of her but he just comes off as weirder than usual. (Lil’Takuma has 0 rizz and 0 bitches. Yet. ;) )

But also on top of trying to act cool all the time he has like the world's worst poker face (because duh, he wears a mask half the time so why does he need to work on it?) so he’s inexplicably grinning like a dork whenever he looks at her or caught staring.

But all the extra eye contact makes y/n self-conscious and nervous because she doesn’t know why he’s always looking at him and acting strange.

So y/n finally calls him out. She hasn’t figured out why he’s acting different but, Takuma at least knows now that she likes his usual dorky self.

So Takuma gives up on the cool guy act, but he can’t help but try to impress her every now and again because hey, he wants to make sure her attention stays on him despite y/n already being put off by most guys.

Y/n doesn’t tell him yet, that he's one of the only people who makes her feel safe, or at least the only person where she feels that she can let her guard down. Y/n is starting to get a crush too, she just hasn't fallen as hard as Takuma yet.

5. Flowers

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

(This probably happens before the fourth prompt)

Imagine Takuma on yet another attempt to get y/n to break out of her shell by taking her to a public park to look at the flowers because she’s always spending time in the garden at the school, but uh-oh Takuma’s middle school bullies just happen to be there too.

Why does someone as strong as Takuma have bullies? Because damn it, Lil’Takuma was a good bean who doesn’t want to fight people weaker than him because he thinks that’ll make him a bully too.

So imagine when Yyn steps away, Takuma’s bullies notice him and make him feel like the world’s biggest loser and he's silently praying that y/n doesn’t see this out of fear of her looking down on him.

But y/n is seeing it! But she’s also too scared to speak up because guys are scary, so she just waits until the bullies leave.

But then she asks Takuma why he didn’t do anything when he could easily beat all of their asses and he tells her his logic.

Then Y/n kind has this lightbulb moment where she realizes that Takuma is a safe guy to be around and finally decides to fully trust him.

However, as they carry on about their day they run into his bullies again and they start picking on him for hAnGiNg OuT wItH a GiRl.

And while all of the bullies are focused on Takuma, y/n does the unthinkable when the timid girl chucks a rock at the ring leader's head!

Insert scooby-doo chase where the bullies want to beat the hell out of y/n and Takuma is trying to run after her too because he knows what will happen if they catch her.

Thankfully, she’s super quick and tiny so she easily manages to escape.

Eventually, the two end up finding each other again in a random bush.

Insert Takuma asking why she’d put herself in danger like that and y/n explains that because she’s weaker it’s okay for her to fight them as it wouldn’t make her into a bully.

The two have some flawed logic, but they're both so innocent and sweet as they try to figure out what doing the right thing is.

Then Takuma has his own lightbulb moment when he realizes that the y/nn, who’s afraid of even the smallest of curses isn't as helpless as he thought.

It was a big concern that y/n didn't have it in her to be a sorcerer, but now Takuma is convinced that the others were wrong.

Y/n does have what it takes to not just be a sorcerer, but one of the good ones too, because she proved that she can be brave if it means helping others. The two of them just gotta figure out how to get her to act like that on missions.

Even better though, it means that Takuma has higher hopes that she won’t end up dropping out of school so that means he doesn't have to worry about losing her!

8. Childhood

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

Sort of an a/u idea in which the Ino clan was one of the first clans y/n’s parents went to to try and sell her off for marriage. I kinda imagine that the reason y/n is so sought after is because her CT makes her a living Inverted Spear of Heaven. Any technique or use of cursed energy within an arm's length around her is just automatically disabled. But to stop her from being OP, the downside is that she also can’t manipulate cursed energy or use RCT. She can’t reinforce her body with CE to be stronger, faster, etc. She’ll only ever be as tough as the average m̶o̶n̶k̶e̶y̶ human. So she’s definitely getting her ass kicked the second someone above her weight class comes rolling into the club.

They were both around the age of six when they first met before y/n became shy after being thrown at so many men. Just she and Ino were left to hang out while the adults talked. Of course, the two automatically clicked they were sheltered kids and never met another person their age with a CT before.

Y/n was new to this because she was born into a family of normal people and Ino had just gotten his CT and was eager to share it.

Cue those two running all over the courtyard as Takuma shows y/n all the cool stuff he can do and y/n is losing her mind as he skates around using Reiki and then summons a goddamn dragon.

But then y/n gets jealous because her technique isn’t flashy at all, she’s just stuck making things “boring” while all the cool stuff happens around her.

But then imagine what happens when Ino face plants as Reiki gets deactivated because he got too close to y/n.

A moment of silence and y/n panics because she thinks she hurt him. But then he lifts his face from the dirt and starts laughing.

Que all the chaos that they try to create when Ino thinks her CT would be the funniest thing ever to prank others with.

So these two goobers start trying to convince other members of Takuma’s family to think they all have broken CTs but everyone already knows who y/n is and the two are just really bad at hiding their laughter.

But then it’s time for y/n to leave and the two are absolutely heartbroken despite only knowing each other for a few hours.

Of course, Takuma’s parents would turn down the idea of buying anyone and an arranged marriage. They love their little boy too much to do that to him and unlike the other clans, they actually have morally good standards.

But on the other hand the two end up separated.

News spreads about y/n's CT and the bidding war begins with the Zenins being the highest and now they're just waiting until she’s old enough to marry.

Y/n ends up being miserable, closes herself off, and hating her technique.

Takuma goes back to being the friendless weird kid and they just slowly forget about each other.

Until they meet again years later and after months of getting to know the other one of them vaguely starts to remember that this isn’t their first time meeting.

Perhaps they're looking through some of Ino's old photos and they just happened to stumble across a picture taken by a relative of the two playing together.

Insert the two losing their minds when they both finally remember.

Random (For all the prompts I didn't have time for/couldn't think of something)

A continuation of Ino x Shy Reader

-Imagine y/n being so sheltered because of her parents that she just gets easily impressed with whatever Ino is trying to show her.

-And of course, it’s a big ego boost to Ino because someone is listening to him and thinks he’s like the smartest and toughest guy out there even though he’s kind of a dummy.

-But y/n is the real smarty pants because she needs to do good in school to avoid getting married so Ino just gets super proud of her when she surpasses him academically (not that it was hard for her to do.)

He definitely uses her to help study and copy notes from

-They just became each other’s biggest cheerleaders. Y/n wants Ino to become a first-grade sorcerer just as badly as he does, and Ino doesn't want to lose his bestist buddy if she were to fail.

-Eventually y/n finds herself thanks to Ino and ends up being as big of a goofball as him.

-Watch them magically share a single brain cell and only ever lock in if they’re on an important mission.

If they’re not laughing together then they're laughing at each other.

That one scene where Ino is trying to show off to Megumi and Nanami lectures him about it? Yeah, y/n is totally snickering in the background because “oooooh he got in trouble~”

-But heaven forbid someone other than them is laughing at the other. Someone is picking on Ino? Y/n is going bulldog mode and vice versa, yet somehow they struggle to stick up for themselves.

-He is the absolute neediest man on the planet, one paper cut and he’s running to y/n acting like he’s been shot and begging for her to take care of him.

-Or if he just wants attention, he’s throwing himself in y/n’s lap and sighing dramatically. He gets more persistent the longer she ignores him.

Yeah, that book y/n was reading? Well, now Ino is using it as a pillow to look straight up at her and pout.

Y/n doing some kind of craft? Well, he’s taking y/n's hand and placing it on his head for scritches.

-Alternatively, he’s gonna act like a big tough guy on missions to impress y/n even though they both know he’s Baby behind closed doors.

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-Y/n has no idea how many times Takuma has hidden an awkward boner because of her. He was always such a gentleman when they were just friends, and of course, he didn't want to scare her away.

The internal panic he had whenever she got too close to finding out because she accidentally bumped into him.

There's probably been at least one instance where he's pushed y/n away to save her from an embarrassing moment and then had to endure y/n going off on him because he couldn't tell her why he shoved her.

-But now that they’re together he’s absolutely shameless when he gets one and they’re alone.

Will probably text her whenever he gets one (even the random boners) not because he's necessarily horny at the moment, but just because he knows it'll annoy her.

Other times he's so down bad he's begging for any sliver of help she'll give him.

-You can’t tell me that the man with a built-in slip-in-slide power doesn’t use reiki as lube. (Honestly surprised I haven’t seen someone say this yet.)

-Ino looks like the type of dude to just casually keep his hand down the front of his pants all the time when he’s at home. He ain’t even doing anything, he’s just casually holding the goods.

No matter how many times y/n tells Ino that after 21 years his dick still hasn’t gone away, he keeps doing it anyways.

-Ino 100% bought one of those clone-a-willy kits and gifted y/n with it thinking it was the greatest idea he’s ever had.

The idea was for y/n to use it whenever they're separated for long periods because of missions. Either she was still healing from a prior mission, or he had to go on one that was deemed too dangerous for her. Otherwise, they do almost all missions together.

-Ino gets super offended and acts like y/n had just kicked him down the stairs if she doesn’t use it.

He’s definitely asked y/n to send videos of her using it whenever he’s away for long missions.

-However, watch him try to back out of it and take his words back whenever y/n suggests using it on him. She just wiggles it in front of him and he starts running.

But y/n is insistent that if she can handle his cock all the time then why can't he? He finally backs down and agrees to try it (plz I need someone to write this too, it would be so fucking funny).

-Kitchen sex? Hell yes. This man is snick snaking while frick fracking. If y/n is cooking and he’s feeling horny, then Ino is running to hug her from behind and start working her until she’s feeling it too. All the while, this man is reaching over y/n to nibble at whatever she’s making. Hydration breaks are important, but why waste time taking a break when you can hydrate on the clock?

Honestly, Ino probably hovers in the kitchen regardless to be y/n's taste tester.

-Obligatory man has the stamina of a rabbit/thinks pussy counts as a legitimate meal. There isn’t a single surface in their shared apartment where Ino hasn’t taken y/n on.

-This man is always cooking up some new over-the-top scheme to get into y/n’s pants. No, he can’t just simply ask, this goober is strutting into the living room in just his underwear while y/n is trying to watch the news. Without a word, he’s dropping himself on y/n’s lap and dancing his heart out like the slut that he is.

Normally, I'd imagine that Ino likes to stay covered up and prefers his clothes to be baggy and comfortable.

However, he probably walks around the apartment in the nude far more often than he normally would if he were single. If only because he's trying to get a reaction out of y/n.

If she yells at him to put some clothes on, then he's achieved his mission. If she starts trying to jump his bones, even better.

-That being said, he's still the king of consent. Because his mamma didn’t raise no heathen, and because Nanami respects boundaries too.

-Watch how clumsy Takuma suddenly becomes when y/n sends him a single text that reads “I’m wet” and he’s sprinting back home, falling up the stairs, and tripping over every single thing in the apartment to the bedroom.

Again, Ino is either a slut or a goober. At any given time he can act like he's the bedroom expert, but then suddenly turn into a stumbling mess if y/n catches him off guard.

Most often though, I can imagine him and y/n having a lot of very passionate sessions one moment, and then the second someone says or does something slightly off they start laughing like a pair of clowns.

Wouldn't be surprised if theirs been at least a couple of times where they've gotten so derailed with the jokes that they almost forgot to finish what they started.

#inotober'24 #ino takuma #jujutsu kaisen #jjk takuma #takuma ino #takuma ino x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #jjk headcannons

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bitchkay · 3 months ago

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2. A blurb about a character helping fix my(super curly and thick) hair for my birthday

My sweet sweet boyfie takuma🥰🥰🥰

bitchkay's 21st birthday event

CW: a little afro textured hair appreciation☆, helping dye my hair green cus green is cool and I like being cool and I love having green hair, black reader!

Word count: 341

This can (is) also be my participation in inotober( @stillnotherapy @rieamena) cus I feel like it lines up too well, day 2 of inotober is birthday and this is day 2 of my birthday event, the whole birthday theme, it's fate, I couldn't not give my man some attention😋😋 kaytober x inotober on da beat💯💯

"Your hair is really soft."

"Like cotton, huh?" You chuckle as he gently pulls a detangling brush through your hair.

"No... —he ponders— maybe..."

He thinks for a moment watching the tight coils bounce back every time the brush glides through.

"It's soft because it's wet when it's dry it will not be so malleable... well maybe, I did a hair mask last I washed it, but we're about to dye my hair so I'm gonna put the hair mask on again anyway," you said reaching out towards the counter for all the materials to mix the bleach.

"I don't know how you do it, and so nicely too. Are you sure you want my help to dye your hair? You've done this more than me," Takuma said watching you mix the concoction.

"I was gonna give you a green streak in your hair with the leftover bleach to match with me," you pout looking up at him. "I can't do this by myself taku~"

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"So cute☆" you smile brightly as Takuma ruffles his head dry in the towel, your own green hair dripping wet reflecting back in the mirror.

"You think so?"

"You look so sexy right now, it's like I claimed you." You laugh playfully, though clearly admiring the lime green skunk stripe on the side of his hair. "My green hair disease is spreading, now everyone will know you're mine."

"You rock it better than me, I don't think I could commit to a whole head of green like you do and make it look good," Takuma says looking back at you through the mirror.

"It's my thing... very me core. I can't wait to style it for my birthday Taku I can't wait!" Excited, you turned your head this way and that to look at the fresh color from different angles, admiring each and every curl on your head enjoying the bit of hang time before you dry it.

"And I'm sure it will be as good if not better than every other hairstyle you've done♡"

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This is so cute, I love having green hair guys, green hair IS kaycore, this is kayino realness😼💯💯

Takuma getting a streak of green in his hair for me is like getting my name tatted in big bold letters, he loves me so much you guys😄😄

The way I thought I posted this hours ago only to go on my phone and it's still in my drafts💀

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#kay's 21st birthday party #ino paying a visit to kays birthday party😼😼#ino takuma #takuma ino #black reader #ino takuma x black reader #jjk x black reader #jjk fluff #ino takuma fluff #takuma ino x reader #jjk takuma #takuma ino fluff #ino takuma x reader #inotober'24 #kayino canon😌😌#kay's writing #i feel like these tags are all over the place💀

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oriondec · 3 months ago

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INOTOBER DAY 1

I know I’m a day late, but I’m super excited for this!! 🙏🫶 God bless!! 🙏

@stillnotherapy @rieamena

#inotober’24 #ino takuma #jjk takuma #jjk fanart #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jujutsu kaisen fandom #fanart #anime fanart

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chososcamgirl · 2 months ago

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BURY A FRIEND INTRODUCTIONS: slash or smash!

masterlist

!REMEMBER TO VOTE YOU YOU WANT THE KILLER TO BE VIA MY ASK BOX AND WHO YOU WANT TO BE KILLED FIRST!

extras !

• yn is a youtuber with 76k subscribers. she mainly vlogs what she does in a day but she’s becoming popular due to her editing and insane takes in her videos

• think emergency intercom + out of character podcast

• characters are in their 2nd year of college but they all met in high school and are still friends to this day

• they all go to the same college surprisingly like they didn’t even plan it LMFAO

• panda definitely takes the title of yn’s bestfriend because ino is more…. than just a friend (you get what i’m putting down?) (yes i’m pushing the inotober agenda.)

• yuji was in the occult club so of course i’m sticking with him loving all things horror🙂‍↕️

• todo def owns a discord server so that explains why he’s like that

• no yuji and megumi aren’t together in this one… they’re just bestfriends looks sideways (itafushi <333)

• pushing the toge bisexual agenda again BECAUSE ITS JUST SO RIGHT

a/n: sorry it took SO long to post but bury a friend has officially started. trying to post every day (excluding weekends) until the end of october/until it finishes :)

taglist: @dawnisatotalqueen @reezerdotcom @laughingfcx @aozui @nectardaddy @44ina @essjujutsu @stillnotherapy @n1vi @renardiererin @pancakeszs @ohio-gyatt-mega-sigma-rizzler @iluv-ace @brideads @kiss-my-asscheeks @pastriepuppy @csbnova

*if i can't tag you please change your tag settings otherwise i will remove you from the list!

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sun-flower-bard · 1 year ago

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Another inotober piece, I really like this one

#fantasy #art #drawing #ink #sketchbook #inktober #inktober path #tower

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iid-smile · 3 months ago

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inotober — oct 5 — flowers

ino has gifted you some weird things ever since you started dating.

not that they're weird in nature, but they're weirdly specific gifts. he once gave you a golf ball that he scored his first hole in one with as a "lucky charm". or the one time you told him that you were craving a hotdog, so he bought you a hotdog flavoured drink. play doh, except it's more for him to play with rather than for you. scratch that, they're all weird.

so obviously, you're surprised when he pulls out what he's been hiding behind his back for the past ten minutes, only to be a small bouquet held together with a messily cut ribbon.

your eyes look down, and then back up at his face, that stupidly handsome grin that you love written all over his face. "what is this?" you question him suspiciously

ino's just too excited to show you what he's been building since yesterday night, having pulled an all nighter just to finish them off before your date. "flowers!"

"ino... what is this?"

ooh, he does not like it when you don't call him anything but his last name. it's noticeable that his confidence had decreased, and he sheepishly rubs over his beanie with his hand. "...lego...flowers..." he manages to squeeze out the words.

the wind is suddenly knocked out of him when you give him a big hug, your arms securely wrapped around his waist. "sorry. i got so used to what you usually give me that i doubted you were actually going to give me the flowers."

that's partly his fault, but he doesn't even mind. he made you happy, and you accepted his flowers with more eagerness than he was expecting.

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toxic--jpg · 5 years ago

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INOTOBER DAY 1: PIGS!!! These doodles will be fun in between assignments and commissions :> inotober list was made by nicole on twitter!!

#inotober #inosuke #inosuke hashibira #demon slayer #kny #kimestu no yaiba #fanart #inotober2019

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rieamena · 2 months ago

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everything i wasn't and everything you were.

day 15 of inotober'24

fem aligned/intended reader

riea's comments: writing this made me cry bro

"please…" your voice came out strained and raspy from crying a few moments before, "come back safely."

"for you?"

"not just for me," you shook your head and drew attention to your extended arms. your brother's white and black wrapped weapon was sitting in your hands; his luxury watch atop it, twinkling slightly, "for him too."

takuma just stared down at it, frozen in shock. he knew what it meant, he just didn't want to believe it. "it's kind of funny, you know," you attempted to break the deafening silence although the tears welling up in your eyes betrayed you. "when he brought you to the shop for the first time, he told me that if anything were to happen to him, his watch and weapon would go to you." the man, only a few years younger than you, tore his gaze from the items, looking at you instead. your cheeks glistened with dried tears, new ones forming in milliseconds. "at first i brushed him off, my brother? nanami kento? the best sorcerer i know, bested by some curse? m-maybe he should've become a fortune teller instead of a sorcerer, maybe then t-this wouldn't have…" the memorabilia in your hands shook as you held your head down, the tears dropping onto the concrete below.

takuma dug his nails into his palm to stop himself from crying. he hated to see you like this, so broken, disheartened, and weak. and yet, nanami would know that there's still a mission to complete. that there's still people to protect. you to protect.

"ino, i know you." that's how his superior started, taking a sip of his chamomile tea afterwards. the cafe was homely, polished wooden tables and cushioned booths filled the space. the overhead lights hung low enough that if nanami jumped directly below one, it would hit his head. "i know that you're not the best at keeping things under wraps." he set his cup back down on the napkin, not wanting to possibly create a mug ring on the table itself. taking a deep sigh, the man intertwined his fingers and stared at his junior. takuma felt his hands get clammy and sweat run down his back. he doesn't even know what he's nervous about until nanami spoke up again, "you're dating my sister."

"please." you begged, wrapping your arms around him, eyes wetting his black crewneck. "please, takuma. stay alive." the man in question held onto his mentor's watch and weapon as he hugged you back tightly. "please. don't do something you'll regret and—" you continued, choking on your sobs, and that's when takuma felt himself break. he didn't care about being strong anymore, he let himself cry. to feel his grief and to understand your own.

"i will be back. nothing will stop me from coming back to you." he pressed his lips against yours in a gentle and sweet manner, wanting to convey just how much you meant to him. you kissed him back instantaneously with so much affection and force, hand slipping up his neck and under his beanie, fingers intertwined with his hair. you both pulled away and takuma kissed your forehead endearingly, rubbing your shoulders.

"i love you," were the last words he said before rushing into battle, and you didn't even get to say it back.

all that could be done was to wait, so you waited. hours turned into days. days turned into weeks. weeks to months. and months to years. sometime between then, you received word that takuma would be shipped off to the states for more advanced testing and healthcare. you still weren't able to see him. in the beginning, shoko would update you from time to time on how he was doing. you couldn't go and see for yourself though. he was in a high security hospital, no visitors allowed. shoko's updates got less and less frequent and the last time she contacted you was to say that he would be entering surgery soon.

you'd be lying if you said you moved on. on the day of kento's funeral, you stayed back and sat on the rain beaten grass, talking about whatever came to mind. you laughed at the irony of it all. it was always like this, you talking your brother's ear off and him occasionally saying something in response. he would always be less stoic around you, sometimes he'd even make a joke once in a while. you sat there for hours, talking to his gravestone, your heart anticipating a response but your head knowing that you'll never get one again.

the grass crunched under your shoes as you made your way through the cemetery, basket full of bread in hand. you made it a habit to visit your brother at least once a week, always making sure to bring something special, something that he loved.

"you're probably wondering about ino, huh?" you started, taking out a slice and spreading his favorite topping on it slowly. "i lost him too. don't get me wrong, he's not dead—at least i don't think he is—but i haven't heard from him since the day he went into the fight. i can only hope that he's safe and healthy or in the process of doing so—here's your slice." you set the bread on the stone, reaching back in the basket to start on your own. "i just wish i knew more about everything. you jujutsu sorcerers always kept things so secret…"

the crinkle of a bouquet of chamomile flowers against your brother's freshly cleaned marble gravestone made you jump. the bread and butter knife in your hands fell right into the basket you carried upon hearing a voice.

"keeping secrets isn't my thing. i'm sorry for making you wait so long."

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2. SHDW1

a street racer!ino takuma x f!reader fic

redline masterlist // previous: chapter 1 // next: chapter 3

warnings // 6k words - swearing, alcohol, smoking, reckless driving (duh), all characters in college or recently graduated, mount hakone's details are not accurate for the sake of the story so pls don't try to clown me for it, fighting and arguing, mentions of weapons, club scene, dancing/grinding bc it’s canon to me that ino is a fantastic dancer

✰ // the cars and the reader’s appearance in this fic are purposely kept ambiguous so you are free to have aspects look, feel, and be modified any way you’d like.

the vibes for chapter two

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your body buzzes.

there was quite a crowd at the top of mount hakone. cars line the shoulder of the straight, all modified to hell and back. other teams, car fanatics, and random onlookers stood by; bumping music, smoking and drinking, and getting loose before the race started. it was mostly men, but gorgeous girls in their shortest skirts were mixed in, just wanting to have fun with expensive cars and free drinks on the weekend. you watched from afar as their music and chatter floated up into the stars.

“where the hell is this guy?” satoru whines. suguru's idling nsx is parked in the right lane of the road, just before the starting line. the five of you stand beside the warm motor, letting suguru and shoko's cigarette smoke waft through your hair. the guy who wanted to race your brother still hadn’t shown his face.

you and shoko had gotten ready for the race together, showing off your latest streetwear was always the thing to do at these events. you couldn’t help but don your tightest black corset, a leather skirt and knee-high platform boots. shoko had let you borrow a funky-patterned oversized jacket to wear when the dark mountain air got too cold, while she chose bright red jeans and a blue top.

the boys looked just as handsome. satoru wore loose jeans and a graphic tee, kento with tapered trousers, a linen button up and crisp sneakers, and suguru with an all black ensemble of cargo pants and a hoodie.

“he must’ve pussied out,” suguru says, crushing his finished cigarette into the crunchy gray asphalt.

“we’ll have to find a replacement if he doesn’t show,” kento grunts.

“it’s been 15 minutes, i don’t think he’s coming,” shoko rolls her eyes while smoke puffs out of her glossed lips.

getting bored, you lean dramatically into satoru's arm. “this suuucks! i just wanna see someone race.”

“well,” satoru giggles and ruffles your hair. “we can’t keep clutch waiting around. let’s find someone else.”

the five of you walk over to the shoulder, where the crowd is growing more anxious by the second. they look at your brother expectantly, and whispers of the man who bailed float around.

“looks like he’s not showing up,” suguru announces. “who wants to go?”

the crowd quiets to a murmur, everyone turning heads and waiting for someone to volunteer.

“i'll race you.”

you look up to see the black-haired boy from earlier today, the one that was next to ino. his face holds no expression and his hands are buried in his pockets. he looks like he couldn’t give less of a fuck. his stoic eyes and strong jaw reminds you of someone, but you can’t begin to place who.

“alright, fushiguro,” your brother nods. “let’s go.”

oh, fushiguro? you had no idea he had a son. no— he goes by zenin, right? you recall the exciting stories your dad would tell you as a kid of his past thrilling nights and rivalries. zenin was one of them; you had seen occasional glimpses of him in the garage during visits as a child. he was an absolutely terrifying man, with a prominent scar on his mouth from a bad wreck in his youth.

“two things before we start,” fushiguro says, and your brother pauses. you spot ino, and behind him the tattooed man and the pink-haired boy, as well as another guy with a bun in his hair. you make brief eye contact and your heart flutters, before tearing your attention back to your brother.

“first, i'm racing for pinks tonight,” fushiguro states, and a few whistles come from the onlookers. “and my dad’s here tonight. so no bullshit.” he gestures to his side, but you can’t spot his father in the crowd.

“there’s never bullshit,” suguru scoffs. “racing for pinks? fine. your r34 will cry in relief when i finally get behind the wheel of that thing.”

the jab doesn’t stick for you and your unfamiliarity of the shadows’ racing style, but the onlookers snicker as they know that fushiguro is a notoriously aggressive driver and runs through cars and tires faster than anyone here tonight. he doesn’t respond to your brother, but leaves to pull his car up to the starting line. suguru revs his engine to make sure its warmed up, it purrs and pulls in place.

satoru and kento send him off with handshakes and pats before heading to their own vehicles to different markers along the pass. there will be someone posted at each mile with a radio to update the listening crowd on the race, as well as warn the drivers and audience of any hazards or police as they make their way down the line. you stick your head through suguru's open window.

“drive safe, sugu,” you smile, pressing a small peck to his cheek.

“don’t worry ‘bout me, clutch,” he smiles, not a single nervous bone in his body. “when i get his r34, i'll let you have it.”

you and shoko stand off to the side as the flag girl settles between suguru and fushiguro’s cars, raising her arms. the paints glitter under the moonlight and stars, trembling over their hot engines as they start to burnout at the countdown, prepping their tires and getting them sticky. your heart starts to pound once more, the anticipation and stakes of the race are almost too much to handle. her arms fly downwards, and the race begins.

the two cars peel away from the line, the rubber screeching out and making your ears ring. you let out cheers and shouts alongside the crowd as your brother flies deep into the forest, motors screaming as they echo through the mountainside and disappear.

“phantoms start in the lead,” you hear the pager crackle and boom from a nearby stereo system.

the crowd fizzles a bit, most of them turning back to conversations and liquor bottles while the race fanatics gather closer to the stereo, you along with them.

“i’m gonna go catch up with some friends,” shoko says, motioning towards a group of rowdy girls across the road. “you wanna come with, or stay and listen to the race?”

“i’ll stay,” you respond. “but go on ahead! i’ll see you in a bit.”

you wave her off and take a seat on a rounded post that supported the road’s guardrail, just a few feet behind the crowd bunched around the stereo.

“mile 1, phantoms in the lead,” you hear kento’s voice over the speaker.

“hey!”

your head turns, eyes landing on ino. he stands before you with that same sweet smile.

“oh, hi!” you smile. “thanks again for the pictures, ino-san.”

“it’s no big deal, i’m glad you liked them.”

“so,” you shift in your seat. “you didn’t wanna race my brother tonight, huh?”

“not tonight. i’m still getting my baby tuned just right after some new tires. your brother isn’t easy to race, but i guess megumi wanted the smoke tonight,” he jokes.

“there’s no way suguru would give up his car so easily,” it’s your turn to tease again. “it’s a good thing he won’t lose.”

ino laughs, the handsome sound making the tips of your ears turn hot. “well, megumi won’t give up any easier. so i guess we’ll just have to see what happens.”

“mile 2, shadows in the lead,” and the listeners chatter at the update.

“you know, for someone who’s never passed through mount hakone, you had a pretty quick time this morning,” he steps closer to you. “your brother must’ve taught you well.”

“he keeps me calm,” you nod. “but my time wasn’t that impressive. i think i've just had some good practice swinging around intersections back home.”

“mile 3, phantoms in the lead,” the speaker crackles again. you glance up at ino after the announcement and he sheepishly smiles.

“looks like it’s gonna be a close one,” he shrugs. “well, no matter the outcome… uh—”

he clears his throat. “—we're all gonna hang out at the underground after the race. you should come!”

“the underground?”

“it’s a club in shibuya we usually go to. it’ll just be my boys and a few other close friends meeting up there.” the dim floodlights fail to hide the light shade of pink that tinges ino’s cheeks. your stomach flips at his offer, heart pounding. your fingers twitch.

“oh, i don’t think my brother would like that very much,” you giggle nervously, your own cheeks turning red. “but thanks so much for inviting me!”

“no worries… i better leave you alone before someone rats me out,” he grins. “uh, text me, yeah?”

“mile 4, shadows in the lead.”

you politely nod. “see you around!”

“for sure,” ino takes two steps away from you before he turns back around. “by the way, you look beautiful tonight, y/n.”

he’s gone before you can even process it.

✰✰✰✰✰

takuma ino has great timing, because no less than 5 minutes after he disappears, you spot satoru’s and kento’s tall mess of light hairs bobbing through the crowd. they’ve done their jobs and have made their way back up the mountain to wait for suguru to cross the line once more. blue eyes meet yours and he waves with a smile as he guides kento to you.

“suguru’s got this one in the bag,” he reassures, patting your head like a dog.

“ugh, don’t do that, toru!”

“why?” he brings his face closer to yours. “tryna look pretty for someone, hm?”

“quit, satoru,” kento huffs.

“no,” you reply. “most girls don’t like when their hair gets fucked up after spending so long on it. you should know that better than anyone.”

satoru feigns a gasp, as if he doesn’t see a different girl every weekend. “are you calling me a slut?”

“well i’m not saying you’re a virgin.”

“jesus, stop it,” kento says.

“mile 7, shadows in the lead.”

“they’ve been going back and forth all night,” you point out over the chatter. “suguru will be upset if he has to give up his keys to that boy.”

“he’d kill someone before allowing that to happen,” kento reassures, but it doesn’t sound comforting to you.

suguru is one of the most relaxed people you know, even his angry words aren’t loud. but he has a kill switch, and there’s nothing scarier than your brother when his temper is lost. you’ve only experienced it twice before, but each incident had left your younger self frozen in fear when his voice and hands would finally raise towards someone. suguru doesn’t fight often, but when he does, his hard fists always land.

“toru, is this fushiguro from the same family as papa’s friend?” you ask. you start to hear the racing motors tearing through the pass, creeping closer and closer. “i thought he went by zenin before.”

“it’s his kid,” he nods, propping a cigarette between his lips. “your papa used to race with him, but he got married and had a kid so his wife made him stop.”

“he took his wife’s last name,” kento adds, the explanation allows the floating information to click together inside your brain. satoru digs in his pockets.

he hands satoru a lighter. kento hates that all of his friends smoke, but gave up trying to convince them to quit a long time ago. you suspect he keeps a lighter in his pocket for when they forget one.

“mile 8, shadows still in the lead.”

“fuck, let’s go,” satoru grabs your arm as he realizes the two are in the last 1/2 mile stretch of the race. kento follows close behind as you’re pulled through an anxious crowd towards the finish line. your blood runs hot as you see the headlights of the cars come around the corner, piercing the mountain’s darkness like a knife.

you recognize suguru’s headlights as the ones in front as they continue to fight for control of the road. you sigh in relief. the cars are a blur as they fly over the finish line, suguru only a few feet ahead of fushiguro. you don’t think much of how close the race was, the crowd cheers and you go pushing between satoru and kento to run towards your brother, stomach twirling in excitement. a few others do the same as the boys slam on their brakes, sending their cars swinging sideways to skid into an abrupt stop haphazardly in the middle of the road.

suguru leaps out of his seat and slams the door behind him, hard.

oh?

“what the FUCK?!”

you slow your jog as your eyes widen, barely recognizing his roaring voice as cuts into the air. megumi exits his car as well, planting his feet on the warm concrete with tense shoulders and furrowed brows. suguru rushes over to the boy, sweat dripping down his temple from the adrenaline of the pass with fists clenched. you can see the white of his knuckles. his dark hair, which he had pulled into a neat bun, was now a loose and frizzy mess. you come to a stop with heavy breathe, no more than 10 feet away from them.

“you tryna fucking kill me, fushiguro?!”

“shut the fuck up, geto!”

“don’t fucking play with me right now!”

a hand clamps down on your shoulder, jolting you back. you look up and see satoru, his blue eyes wild and serious. your gaze drops down to where his hand rests on the front of his waistband, allowing a rectangular form to be seen through his shirt.

whoa. since when did satoru own a gun?

“y/n. stay. back.”

you barely hear his snappy command over your racing thoughts. you’re stuck to the concrete, feet unable to move. satoru runs over to suguru and suddenly kento is there as well, latching onto suguru’s shirt with a tight grip. ino appears with the black-haired guy with face tattoos and the broad-shouldered man-bun behind him, all of them hot in the face.

“why the fuck are you driving like that, huh?!” your brother screams, pulling closer and closer to fushiguro. you can only watch the ugly scene in front of you as your stomach flips over on itself. suguru doesn't talk like this to anyone for anything, you know he's teetering over the edge of going absolutely ballistic. “just say you want me dead, just say it, pussy!”

“fuck you!” fushiguro yells back. “it doesn't matter anymore, you won. just take my damn car!”

“i don’t want your fuckass car!”

“suguru, calm down,” kento demands harshly.

“get back, geto,” ino steps in. “this is fucking stupid.”

those were not the right words to say as all the boys are face to face, and suguru lunges towards him. satoru pulls your brother back again before stepping in front of him, the man with a bun shoves into his shoulder. satoru’s pointer finger reaches over and digs into takuma’s chest.

“you don’t want this shit, ino” he hisses into ino’s face. “just leave.”

“i’m not scared of you guys,” takuma asserts, grabbing satoru hand and snatching it away from himself.

“teach your boy some fucking respect,” suguru spits. “he claimed ‘no bullshit’ but you didn’t see the way he was pushing me around back there.”

“i wanted to race, so i raced, dickhead,” fushiguro retorts.

“only your dumbass would call that racing.”

a large, calloused hand comes to rest on your nape, sending chills down your spine.

“geto.”

you aren’t sure if the deep, gruff voice is referring to you or your brother. the boys whip their heads around. when you look up at the sound, you recognize him immediately. toji fushiguro looks down at you from his towering stance, a sly smirk on his scarred lips. his messy, flat black hair casts a shadow over his eyes, making his gaze more menacing.

“please don’t touch me,” your meek voice finally finds words, barely above a whisper. although toji fushiguro’s touch is light, your instinct tells you to step away and your body moves on its own, the man lets his hand fall. it’s been years since you’ve seen this him, but he hasn’t changed other than some added wrinkles. he still exudes an intimidating aura. you can’t believe your papa drinks with this man, let alone allows him into your home.

“y/n,” suguru’s calls, tearing your attention back to him. you must look scared, because his voice is slightly calmer, gentler, than how he was speaking before. “get in the car.”

damn it, you can’t help but know you look weak in front of all these people. your mind is a whirlwind; from suguru’s anger, to satoru’s gun, and now toji fushiguro’s touch. the tips of your fingers twitch as you stare at suguru, frozen. an irritated vein stands out on his sweating forehead. you see ino over his shoulder, but you can’t read his face. you can’t tell what he’s thinking but his eyes are filled with confusion and concern. the younger fushiguro’s face also expresses worry, but his mouth stays shut.

“aw, how sweet of you,” fushiguro mocks your brother. “guess you don’t want your sweet little innocent sister seeing this ugly side of you, huh?”

why the hell is he dragging you into this?

“clutch, i’m not fucking around right now,” suguru obviously strains to keep his voice down for you. “get in kento’s car. now.”

something in your brain suddenly sparks, and you’re immediately turning around and rushing across the road and shoulder to kento’s car. your mind thinks of everything but nothing at the same time, tension reverberating from your body with each step on the concrete. you swing the door of kento’s s13 open as you practically dive into his passenger seat and slam it shut behind you.

as soon as it latches, you hear muffled shouting from several voices. you lean over, arms wrapping around your thighs and forehead resting on your knees, afraid of what you might see if you look out the windshield. you can feel you heart in your throat as you heave, your breathe hard to find in the wild confusion of the night.

the driver’s door flies open and you whip your head. kento immediately turns the motor and puts it in gear.

“i’m taking you home,” he exhales. you can tell he’s bewildered as well, his neat hair coming undone over his eyes and knuckles white over the gear shifter. when you lift you head to look out the window as he pulls away, you see a shadowy silhouette of a tall man standing on the hill behind the line of onlookers’ cars. you think you see a motorbike next to him, but he’s barely visible through the hazy fog of the mountain. it’s odd, to say the least, but not important at the moment.

you keep quiet. you don’t think it’s worth mentioning.

✰✰✰✰✰

the way home is completely silent aside from the hum of the engine. kento drives you home quickly but safely, his rigidity slowly fading away with each push and pull of the gear shifter. but you haven’t stopped thinking— goddamnit, how you wish your brain would stop thinking. your knee bounces uncontrollably as you suck in a breathe.

“kento?” he hums and glances over to you. “how long has satoru owned a gun?”

he doesn’t speak at first and presses his lips into a tight, thin line.

“a while now,” he finally answers.

“do you have one, too?”

“no.”

“and suguru?”

kento pauses for half a second too long.

“oh my god— how long has he had one?”

“longer than satoru,” it seems like answering these questions is causing him pain.

“are you lying to me?” your voice is small.

“never.”

it’s your turn to hesitate. you were used to seeing people carry weapons in the car scene back home, where it was so easy to get a hold of one. but to be across the world in a country where only gangs and criminals possessed them, just to find out that your brother and his best friend owned one…

it shocked you. although your mother owned a pistol back home, and you fully knew how to use it, it made you uncomfortable to think your own brother got a hold of one illegally. suguru has always been your safety blanket, the one to call when things went wrong, the one to comfort you. and satoru, the one who always had a watchful eye on the back of your head, the one who you’d always run to if suguru wasn’t there. what are they thinking?

kento parks in front of your house, but you still have one more burning question.

“have they ever… used them before?”

“i don’t think so,” he replies.

“that was supposed to be a yes or no question.”

“i can’t give you that,” he looks… sad?

fine, then. without another word, you slip out of the car and walk inside your home. kento follows right behind you, all the way up the stairs to your room. he pauses at the door, one hand on the knob, as you slump into bed. he seems to know exactly what you’re thinking even though you’re turned away.

“i’m sure your brother is fine.”

“okay,” you croak, eyes burning with tears. tonight was just so… confusing. you could barely wrap your mind around what happened and most importantly, why?

“please try not to worry and get some sleep,” he replies, his voice gentle and solid. “i’ll let him know that you’re home and safe now.”

you hear him shut your bedroom door and pad down the stairs. when he locks the front door after him, you once again hear your papa’s snoring. only then do you let the tears fall, hot and heavy, but suddenly they’re angry tears. you kick off your boots and shove your face into the pillows, you fists trembling with irritation around the fabric.

how could suguru be so... stupid?

✰✰✰✰✰

shadow.takuma: hey are u ok?

shadow.takuma: are u home now??

you snatch up your phone at the notifications. you’ve calmed down now, but the fact that takuma is checking in on your before your own brother is sending hot blood through your veins once again.

clutchcruises: i’m home and i’m totally fine. are you okay?

shadow.takuma: yeah i’m ok!

shadow.takuma: i’m so sorry about megumi’s dad. i didn’t know he was gonna do that

shadow.takuma: and i'm sorry about how i was talking to ur brother

shadow.takuma: it was all really out of pocket

oh? that’s not really the explanation you were expecting.

clutchcruises: it’s okay. don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything!

shadow.takuma: no pls i feel awful. i feel like he really scared u

shadow.takuma: i think he just did it to get ur brother worked up

clutchcruises: he knew it would bc he knows my dad

clutchcruises: i remember him from when i was a kid

shadow.takuma: seriously??

shadow.takuma: that makes it worse… i’m so so sorry

clutchcruises: seriously, it’s alright! i’m over it now

you were totally not over it.

shadow.takuma: ok… well i get it if ur not up for it but i’ll still be at the underground tonight

shadow.takuma: just in case u decide to come!

clutchcruises: it really sounds fun, i’ve never been out in tokyo before

clutchcruises: i just don’t think it’s a good idea rn, i’m sorry

shadow.takuma: don’t be sorry :) i totally get it

shadow.takuma: text me if u change ur mind?

as soon as you like his last message, suguru’s name takes over your phone screen. you sit up in bed and answer the call.

“suguru.”

“y/n? ken told me you’re safe at home?” he sounds stressed.

“yeah.”

“are you okay?”

“i’m... a lot of things right now,” you admit solemnly. the frustrated tears reappear in your eyes but never fall. “are you?”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you hear the crackles as he adjusts his phone. “i’m so sorry. i’m fucking embarrassed.”

you stay silent, biting down on your lip. you don’t know how to respond.

“i’m so fucking sorry,” he continues. “i totally lost my temper. and when fushiguro came over, i knew i was about to completely lose it. i can’t believe he put his hands on you, i just—”

“—suguru,” you cut him off and he quiets. “why didn’t you tell me that you and satoru carried guns?”

he pauses. “i just didn’t think you needed to know.”

“where did you even fucking get them?!” you rarely got mad at suguru, but you couldn’t help but snap at him.

“you don’t need to know that either.”

“why not? don’t i deserve to know?”

another pause. “…no.”

you take a deep breathe. “when will you be home?”

“in a while. can we talk then, if you’re still up?”

“i’m still a little upset with you, suguru.” you bite your lip. “can we just wait until the morning?”

“yeah, i guess. get some sleep, okay?”

“suguru?”

“yeah?”

“…i’m going out tonight.”

“...with who?”

“some girls i made friends with tonight.”

you feel him hesitate through the phone. the phone crackles again as he fumbles with it. you wish you could see what he was doing, but a part of you doesn’t even want to know.

“...be safe and smart, please... call me if you need anything. and text me when you’re on the way home.”

“i will.”

“thank you.”

“love you, nii-chan.”

“love you too, clutch.”

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clutchcruises: otw

you have no idea what you’re doing, honestly. the words just came out of your mouth on the phone with suguru. sure, you wanted to meet up with takuma, but you weren’t actually planning on coming. and after all the bullshit that’s happened tonight, a drink sounds so good. you admit to yourself that you also just wanted to do something rebellious towards your brother after pissing you off.

your fingers thrum against the gear shifter as your mustang purrs through the bright streets of tokyo. you had stripped out of your corset and skirt into backless, dark green halter dress before fussing with your hair. you had never pulled on your platform combat boots so fast in your life. you kneaded your glossed lips together, anxious to death over walking into a club on your own. you were really going to hang out with a boy you’ve had one face-to-face conversation with, and for what?

the plot? what plot?

after parking, you walked silently alongside scattered and rowdy strangers through the street of shibuya, eyeing your phone desperately. takuma still hasn’t responded to your message. good lord, what are you doing? what will your excuse be when suguru finds out?

you find yourself at the back of the line into the underground far too quickly for your liking. you can hear the pounding bass of the music from outside, echoing through your bones. the girls in front of you wear skirts so short and heels so high that you’re really starting to doubt yourself now. why are you here? the bouncer probably won’t even let you in once he sees the beautiful girls before you—

“y/n!”

you look up, meeting eyes with takuma. he gently wraps his hand around yours.

“you don’t need to wait,” he smiles. “i know the guy who runs this place. c’mon!”

he pulls you out of line and towards the door, where the bouncer doesn’t even look twice as you walk past. takuma leads you down a set of dark stairs, still holding you hand. your eyes widen when you reach the bottom. a huge room opens before you, neon lights and lasers scanning over the cramped crowd and huge speakers lining the ceiling, vibrating with every beat of the catchy song playing.

the walls are lined with couples messily smacking faces while the dj booth stands in the center of the room with a circular bar surrounding it entirely. it’s one ginormous hub of drinking and dancing while booths and tables make small bubbles of calm as they’re scattered sparsely throughout the bodies.

just before you’re consumed by the crowd, takuma turns and puts a warm palm on the small of your bare back. he leans in, his hot and liquored breathe in your ear. your stomach flips and it feels like your body temperature raises about 20 degrees.

“the shadows have a booth by the bar,” he says. “if you want to drink tonight, we’ve got it all.”

you nod, hoping the neon lasers disguise your bright red cheeks. he grins and takes your hand once again, leading you into the sea of people. it’s completely packed, and you can’t help but be pushed around between drunks. thankfully, takuma never loses his hold on you, even when you harshly bump into a tall, stiff body.

“sorry!” you shout at them over the music.

the person looks down at you with a glare, leaving you cowering. it’s a rough-looking man about suguru’s age who grips a beer and wears a skin tight black shirt and jeans. he has light-colored hair, but you can’t exactly tell what color through the rainbow of lights over you. what you can see, however, is the absolutely horrifying tattoos that cover his face and arms. sharp, black lines blanket his nose, forehead, and jawline. thick bands wrap around his biceps and wrists.

as takuma pulls you away, the man gives you a sly smirk. he stands completely still among the constant movement around him. his dark eyes make direct, excruciating contact with yours until you disappear. you aren’t given any more time to dwell on his odd behavior as takuma leads you into the shadows’ wide, round booth.

the table is sticky with liquor and littered with cigarette butts and empty bottles. megumi and the pink-haired boy are standing and pouring shots, while man-bun and space-buns sit back in the booth, both with girls on their laps and wrapped around their necks. a couple other guys are here, but you don’t recognize them. the four that you do know, however, look up at you with wide eyes.

“uh, takuma?” fushiguro asks.

“what the hell?” man-bun says from his seat. the pink-haired and tattooed boys stay quiet.

“megumi!” takuma smiles at him and puts a hand on the small of your back once again. “this is y/n!”

“i know…” he responds, hesitant. “you— i didn’t think—”

“it’s okay, fushiguro-kun!” you smile with a shrug. “don’t worry about it!”

“i—” he stops and puts his hand to his chest before bowing sheepishly. it seems out of character for him, and you think he might already be drunk by the way he unsteadily sways. “i’m so sorry about me and my dad earlier.”

you wave him off. “seriously, it’s alright!”

“oh wait, that’s the girl?” pink-hair says, obviously very slow to understand. his glazed eyes tell you he’s been drinking for a while.

“a shot or two might make up for it all,” you tease.

“i’m yuji itadori!” he points to space-buns and tattoos first, then the man-bun. “and that’s choso kamo and aoi todo.”

megumi grabs a different bottle. “i hope you like vodka.”

“and i hope you like menthol.” yuji holds a thin white cigarette and lighter out to you, which you accept immediately.

“pour me one too, megumi!” takuma grabs your shoulders. “we gotta celebrate!”

“celebrate what?” you ask. his face is right next to yours as he leans over your shoulder. you can’t peel your eyes away from his glittering brown eyes and toothy smile. he shrugs.

“you’re came. what’s not to celebrate?”

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once again, your actions are beyond yourself. you didn’t plan to actually come out, but here you were in the underground. you didn’t plan to drink, but here you are with your 3rd drink in your hand after 3 shots, teetering over the line from tipsy to drunk. you didn’t plan on things to go so smoothly, but here you are sitting back in the booth after an hour of nonstop conversation beside takuma. his hand never left you the entire time, either around your hand or on your back while the other held a drink.

but you definitely didn’t plan to blurt out a question you already knew the answer to.

“do you like to dance, takuma?” you immediately regret asking, you just know he’s going to reject you.

“i thought you’d never ask,” he laughs. “i love dancing.”

takuma quickly stands up and pulls you out of the booth. he leads you deeper into the crowd until he finds enough space for the two of you to move. takuma pulls you into his side by the waist, then hesitates and loosens his hold.

“i’m sorry,” he says submissively. “i’m drunk.”

“don’t worry,” you giggle in his ear. “me too.”

takuma turns his face into yours. he looks at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes. your noses are just inches away from each other. your sweet vanilla perfume is making him dizzy. you don’t know his stomach is fluttering wildly with butterflies. he doesn’t know yours is too.

the dj transitions into the next song. it’s a mix but you instantly recognize the beat. you gasp.

“oh my god, i love this song!”

takuma smiles. “i’ve never heard this.”

“that’s cause it’s only for the girls.”

you wrap your arms around his neck and his hands come to rest on your waist. now that you’ve stood up and under the strobing lights, you realize you’re much drunker than you thought you were, but can’t find the effort the care anymore. takuma has had his eyes and hands on nothing but you since you got here, but you still want more.

“dance with me, kuma,” you find your intoxicated voice murmuring in his ear as you smile and start swaying your hips. his head spins while his fingertips lightly dig into your sides at your words. takuma swears he’ll never let go. he moves in sync with you to the beat, a permanent grin etched across his face.

he simply can’t believe the situation he’s in right now. the only coherent thought in his liquor-filled head is you. with your silky hair fluttering over his skin and his large hands over the curves of your hips and waist, separated only by the satin of your green dress… someone help him. his brain does backflips every time he’s made contact with the exposed skin of your back. your cheeks are pink from the shots and your glossed lips are puffy from being pursed around a straw or cigarette all night. he just can’t look away.

at first, all takuma wanted was a good look at you, your undeniable innocent beauty was like a magnet he couldn’t escape from. so how did he manage to get you here tonight, drunk and giggly with your body pressed flush against his? god, suguru would beat his ass on sight if he could see where takuma had his hands on you right now.

“you’re a good dancer, takuma.”

“am i?” he twirls the both of you around, evoking a sweet squeal from you before pulling you tighter against him to lean down and whisper in your ear. “what happened to ‘kuma’?”

your face turns red with embarrassment. you wrap your hand around his jaw and turn it away from your burning ear, a finger lingering on his bottom lip. takuma playfully bares his teeth and lightly bites the end of your nail, making your eyes widen before pulling your hand away with a small yelp. he just laughs, he has no idea what he’s doing. the song ends and transitions to another.

“another song?” takuma asks.

god, he hopes you say yes.

“duh!” you laugh. he spins you so your back is against his chest.

“good, i don’t want you to leave me just yet.”

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you don’t know how long you and takuma danced for. it seemed like only 5 minutes, but it must’ve been another hour. your feet start to hurt and the liquor is setting in, making you dizzy.

“you okay, pretty girl?” takuma asks, the new nickname tumbling out of his mouth before he knows it. you nod in response. he doesn’t miss your lidded eyes staring at his lips instead of his eyes.

“you tired?”

“no,” you shake your head. “but i know i should go home soon.”

he has you facing him again, holding you close. your hand finds takuma’s nape and your fingers absentmindedly play with the ends of his hair, sending goosebumps down his back. disappointed by your words, he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours.

“i don’t want you to go,” he admits.

“me neither.”

your noses bump. takuma’s stomach drops. you sigh. he thinks and thinks, then thinks against it. seconds go by…

“you’re so beautiful.” he mumbles. you giggle shyly in response.

nah, fuck it.

“y/n…” his breathe is hot against your lips. “…can i kiss you?”

“yes, please.”

he reaches up, lightly cupping the side of your face. he’s gentle as your mouths connect, moving his lips against yours so soft and slow. he feels you melt into him, and he deepens the kiss. he lets his lips move in sync with yours, the sweet taste of your lip gloss sending searing waves of need down his stomach every time he catches a hint of it.

oh god, he’s practically floating.

you’ve been driving him insane all night, singing to all the songs in his ear and breathing softly on his neck. and even through the most passionate kiss he’s had in his life, his shitfaced brain understands completely that he’s utterly infatuated with you.

takuma slowly, reluctantly pulls away. it leaves both of you panting while your noses continue to poke and prod as he holds your jaw. your cheeks are bright red, and you know it’s not from the alcohol this time. you’re suddenly hypersensitive of his gentle hands against your cheek and the bottom of your back. your stomach feels light and jittery.

you don’t know what to think, incapable of processing anything coherently after takuma kissed you like that. in the few silent seconds after, you must replay it in your mind a hundred times over. you’ve never felt like this before.

nothing else settles in your mind, only takuma ino… but the one thing you seem to be able to comprehend in your empty little head right now rests over you like a warm blanket—

it’s so over for you.

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