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so cute thanks for the tag @takumasimp :)

no pressure tags: @somewhere-elena @paruchus ! ! + anyone else

first time starting a tag game teehee but found this picrew and just had to get the gang on it, so rb w urs!!

tags: @bunni-v1 @mini-ism @luminique @strawb3rry-saturnzbarz @pinksandss + anyone who wants to join ♡

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always

summary: takuma lays lifeless on the ruined streets of shibuya, remembering the night you and him fell in love at a cozy izakaya after a late night mission.

content: lots of angst, death, blood, mentions of drinking, kissing, small smut scene, gn!reader, reader struggles with emotions/past unresolved trauma.

a/n: i know ino is canonically alive but i love angst.

word count: 2.3k

it’s late. takuma cant recall what time it is anymore, or how long he’s been sitting under the soft glow of the lanterns outside the small izakaya with you.

the mission earlier in the day had been successful. it was not uncommon that you and him were often paired to go on missions together. especially with the fact that the two of you graduated jujutsu tech the same year, and now worked under nanami’s mentorship. so when you both returned from the mission relatively unscathed, nanami insisted on treating his two young mentees to a few drinks in a tucked away corner of tokyo.

he’s not sure how he got this lucky. sitting with you, thighs barely touching in the tiny space of the bar, creating an intimate atmosphere between the two of you. nanami had left about half an hour ago and now takuma definitely feels it. being alone with you, the taste of sake on his lips, and god, your eyes. he blames the way you’re looking at him and he swears he could drown himself in them.

if takuma wasn’t the slightest bit sober, he thinks he’d just confess right then and there. ever since he first saw you walk into that classroom when you were both fifteen, he’s been completely smitten by you. always stealing glances during training, packing an extra onigiri to give you during lunch in case you forgot yours, and just happening to be there when you walked past the dorms to get to your classes early in the morning. anyone would be able to tell how hopelessly in love he is with you if they caught a glimpse at the way he looks at you. like you’re the only person worth looking at.

and to him, you are.

he’s never had the courage to make a move, say anything about his feelings towards you. he’s always figured it’d come out wrong, that he’d mess it up. he never considered himself to be the brightest, numbing his thoughts with alcohol and focusing on becoming the best he can be especially in dirty work like jujutsu. and so the idea of you even remotely liking him back was something he’d never thought would be possible. until now.

you’re looking at him with those wide, wondering eyes, golden light dancing in your irises. he’s sober, he knows he is, but the effects of the sake is slowly working its way into his system and before he knows it, he’s blurting out the words that have been stuck in his throat the whole night. “you look beautiful.”

a shy smile appears on your downturned lips, eyelashes fluttering, cheeks flushed a subtle pink although he’s not sure if it’s from the sake or from his words. he hopes it’s the latter.

“i don’t know about that… it’s been a long day, i’m sure i look a mess.” you reply, voice so gentle, so hesitant. takuma wants to shout out at how you could think like that. i mean how could you think like that? you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“long day.” he echoes, as if it were an understatement. missions were never easy. his eyes linger on you, watching as you avert your gaze almost as if you were trying to hide yourself under your eyelashes. “don’t think it’s possible for you to look like a mess.” takuma leans a little closer, just enough to feel the warmth of his breath graze your already heated skin.

a scoff is heard from your pouty lips and the giggle that you let out sends takuma’s heart into overdrive. it’s like music to his ears and if it were the last thing he heard, he’d be completely at peace.

“you’re funny, ‘kuma.”

that nickname. you only ever use it when it’s just the two of you, reserved for him and only him. it’s his favourite thing you say. the insistent beating of his heart only confirms his feelings for you.

“funny? i’m being serious.” he says, looking surprised but the corner of his lips betrays him as it tugs into a smirk. trying to hide it, he takes a sip from the cup in front of him, his gaze not leaving you for a second. “you couldn’t look a mess to me even if you tried.”

the way you blush only makes things more real. takuma is sure it’s not the effects of the sake anymore, you’re blushing. and it’s because of him. a sudden surge of confidence floods takuma’s body and his hand covers yours, fingers gently tracing your knuckles. your mind goes blank, unable to think rationally with the way his hand feels against your own but your body responds before your brain has a chance to, and then you’re threading your fingers with his.

the feel of your fingers intertwining with his sends a shiver up his spine. he lets you play with them, gaze fixed entirely on you. his heart is racing and the buzz of the alcohol only intensifies it. he knows he’s not completely sober anymore because this feels different, something he’s never felt before. takuma has had his fair share of crushes and dates with other girls in the past, but you… you were different.

“we should do this more often.” you speak, gaze drifting to where your hands are joined. it takes a moment for his mind to catch up to your comment, still trying to process how perfect you look in this moment. he raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk returning to his lips. “drinking?”

“i don’t like drinking much but when it’s with you, i don’t seem to mind.”

your voice, barely above a whisper makes his heart race faster, a hopeful flutter that gives him enough courage to lean closer. “you’d do this again?”

“well…only if you want to. with me?” you chuckle sheepishly, eyes moving back up from your intertwined fingers to his eyes. when they meet again, takuma feels like he’s stopped breathing. his expression softens at the way you seem almost nervous, your response coming out as a question. of course. the answer was yes, always yes.

takuma’s thumb brushes the knuckles of your hand, slightly scratched up from fighting cursed spirits earlier in the evening. “definitely.” he manages to murmur, catching the floral scent of your perfume. “with you…i’d do anything with you.”

“anything?” you echo, the alcohol finally doing its work. “so if i said we should go fight some curses right now, you’d agree?”

he nods, a laugh exiting his mouth as he takes another sip of his drink. “i’d agree to fight sukuna, right now if you asked me to.”

you’re laughing again, that angelic laugh that has him forgetting how to breathe completely. but you’re trying to mask the nervousness that can be heard through your voice. “i think you’re drunk, takuma.”

“drunk?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “maybe.” he pulls your hand to his chest—right over where his heart is, so you can feel just how fast it's racing. "but i don’t think it's the alcohol, pretty.”

butterflies erupt within your stomach. it feels dizzy and hot, but in a good way. words fail to come out of your mouth and you only manage to utter out his name in a careful whisper. “takuma…”

your hand on his chest feels like a jolt of electricity, coursing through his veins. his smirk fades, replaced by something almost reverential. god. he wants to touch you, really touch you. feel your soft skin under his fingers, bury his face into your neck, hold you until you forgot your own name. instead, he takes in the sight of you, memorising it. “yeah?” he says, low and husky.

he can see it in your eyes, the way the words catch in your throat. the flush on your cheeks, the way you're looking at him. he'd be an absolute fool if he didn't recognize that look. you're feeling the same thing he is.

heart hammering against his chest at the thought, his grip on your hand tightens almost reflexively. he's close, closer than he really needs to be, but not close enough. “what're you thinking?” he asks, his voice low, nearly a whisper.

“i’m thinking…that i’ll regret this in the morning.”

when you pull your hand away hesitantly. takuma’s heart sinks. the loss of your touch like the feeling of cold ice. he knows what you mean, and he wants to say something, anything as he watches the conflict in your eyes. “regret this..?”

“i don’t…deserve this.” your gaze drops down to your hands that rest on your lap. you can feel the inner turmoil raging inside your heavy heart. the pain of growing up feeling lonely and not receiving the affection you so badly craved from every relationship—be that from family, friends, or even past lovers. but sitting in front of a man like takuma ino, it’s different. he’s different.

swallowing the lump in his throat from hearing your pained words, his hands search yours and he stares back at you intently before the gentleness of his voice filters in through your ears. “you think you don’t deserve it because nobody ever told you, you did.” he murmurs. “but you do. you deserve to be happy.”

those simple words, it’s like a reassurance that soothes the lingering doubt that clouds your mind. how you wanted to hear something like that from someone for so long and the fact that takuma had uttered them like it was the most natural thing makes you feel valued. cared for. loved.

then, with a quiet sort of reverence, he lifts a hand up, towards your face, fingertips ghosting along your cheek with a tenderness so careful as if scared that he’d somehow hurt you. can he get any more perfect? you wonder, instinctively leaning into his touch. an exhale leaves your parted pink lips, eyes slightly glazed over from the sake as they flicker up to meet his. your faces are so close now. the proximity is intoxicating.

“takuma…kiss me.”

the words leaving your lips are like a match to a fuse, igniting a fire deep within him. all he can feel is how his heart skips a beat—maybe two—and then he's leaning in. his mind goes blank. all he can focus on is you, you, you. all that remains is the feel of your lips against his, the way they fit together like pieces of a puzzle, it's everything he could have ever dreamed of and more. his touch is gentle but firm, like he can't get enough. it's like he needs you just as badly as he needs air and he's desperate to feel you, taste you, know you.

and in the warm evening atmosphere of the quiet izakaya, you and takuma share your first kiss. the traces of alcohol in your system is long gone, replaced by the dizzying sensation of his lips moulding perfectly against yours.

you don’t know how the two of you made it back to his apartment. but you’re lying down on his bedsheets, hair fanned out across the creased white pillows. the honeyed sound of his name falling from your glossy lips, makes his head spin. he can barely think straight, his entire being consumed by the taste of your kisses, the scent of your skin. “takuma…”

takuma.

he loves the way you say his name. soft and sweet, just like you. and you're touching him. holding onto him, your hands on his chest, travelling up his toned stomach. it sets his nerves aflame, mouth going dry.

a shaky exhale is heard as you pull away, and his gaze is fixed on your face, then drifts lower to the rise and fall of your exposed chest. he feels like he's completely drunk, on a high, and not from the alcohol. your lips glisten with his saliva. he's sure his looks the same. and it's so tempting to kiss you again. you’re breathless. so is he.

“fuck.” he breathes, mostly to himself. he leans down to kiss you again, lips hungrily capturing yours and tongue sliding over yours, tasting you like he'll never get enough. the makeshift beanie he wears as a mask for his cursed technique slips off, revealing tousled brunette hair that tickle the side of your neck when he trails feather-light kisses from your jaw to your neck.

his hands settle on your hips and he’s lined up, eyes searching yours, ready. and he knows you both want this, but he has to ask anyway. “tell me you want this, pretty.”

when the confirmation leaves your tongue, takuma doesn’t hesitate. he’s already moving. slow, affectionate. it goes beyond just lust. melodic moans slip into the darkness, yours and his, like a rhythm only the two of you understand. the tokyo skyline and the bright moon from the window are the only sources of light, casting a luminosity over your faces.

that night is spent tangled in the sheets and in each other. every second a quiet confession, every kiss a promise he doesn’t know how to speak aloud. but what takuma doesn’t yet realise is that six months from now, as his vision begins to blur and his chest rises for one final breath, it will be this moment he returns to. the memory replaying over and over, until the last beat of his heart fades away, quietly, into stillness.

as he lays on the cold concrete, warm blood seeping from the large wound on his stomach, he can almost taste the sake from that night. your laughter, the way your fingers found his under the table. everything hurts, but nothing more than the thought that this might be it.

takuma blinks, vision hazy. a dull ringing fills his ears but he’s not here. he’s back under the lanterns of that tiny izakaya, the air heavy with the smell of grilled mackerel and the faint conversations of the strangers sitting around you. your thigh brushes against his in the cramped space, and you’re looking at him.

“we should do this more often…” you had said to him.

he exhales, the words shaky, slipping past his bloodied lips.

“i wish we had more time.”

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i made a figure of ino takuma using air dry clay!! i hate how there’s barely any merch for him so i made my own :3

i’m thinking of selling them or maybe smaller versions for a keychain! what do you think?

the username is my tiktok :)

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Phantom Parade - "Ino and Nanami and Nanami and Ino and"

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current boyfriend prank on jjk men !

summary: you decide to take part in the tiktok trend where you call them your ‘current boyfriend’ to see how they react.

includes: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, takuma ino, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna, fushiguro toji.

warnings: only toji’s part which contains suggestive content and swearing.

satoru gojo

you set up the camera in front of you, preparing to do a food review. or at least that’s what your boyfriend thinks. adjusting the angle until the frame captures the both of you, the tall, snowy-haired sorcerer leans against the counter already digging into the box of mochi you brought home.

“hi everyone! today i’ll be reviewing all these new flavours of mochi with my current boyfriend-”

you don’t even get a chance to react before satoru freezes, mid-bite.

“CURRENT BOYFRIEND?!”

you blink at him with an innocent look, stifling a laugh. he looks at you like you just said something so unbelievable, it has him questioning if his six eyes picked up on the words that came out of your mouth. “yeah?” you offer sweetly. “what about it?”

“i’m literally the strongest,” he says confidently but with a slight pout, a childish expression on his face. “who’s replacing me, exactly? suguru? be serious.”

“you’re so dramatic, ‘toru.”

you glance down at him to see him sulking, cheek pressed dramatically against your arm as his next words come out partly muffled.

“i hope your next boyfriend can teleport you and pay for all your snacks like your current boyfriend does.”

“satoru..” you laugh, trying to brush him off gently. “it’s a prank.”

“i hate this prank, i’m never doing another tiktok again.” he pops the rest of the mochi into his mouth, chewing like nothing happened. “also, this one doesn’t taste sweet enough. six out of ten.”

five minutes later, he’s the one asking if the lighting was okay and whether his hair looked cool in the video.

suguru geto

suguru's sitting beside you on the couch, long hair still slightly damp from his shower, loosely tied back. he’s leaned into the cushions, scrolling through his phone while your legs rest comfortably over his lap.

you tilt your phone forward, framing the both of you in the shot without warning him. he doesn’t notice right away, too lost in whatever he’s reading.

“so today i’m going to answer all the questions i received on how i met my current boyfriend.”

there’s a pause and then he speaks without looking up from his phone.

“you want to rephrase that?”

your lips twitch, suppressing a grin. “ rephrase what?”

“current boyfriend.” he repeats, a dry but amused expression on his face. the phone slips from his hand to the couch, forgotten, and he turns his full attention toward you.

“mhm.” you hum, keeping a neutral expression on your face.

“you’ve got other boyfriends lined up or something?” his voice is low and steady like he’s genuinely asking. but the weight of his stare suggests he already knows the answer.

“it’s just a trend suguru, a joke.”

his head tilts slightly, a dark strand of hair falling across his cheek. “i wouldn’t call that a joke.” he replies, not necessarily cold but in that quiet and teasing way that’s reserved only for you.

he studies you for another second before reaching over to gently brush a thumb along the edge of your jaw. “i’m not just current.” he says, almost like he’s stating a fact rather than seeking reassurance. “so don’t speak like i am.”

“i know.” you respond with assurance, the playful tone you started off with fading away into a more affectionate one.

suguru leans back against the couch again, one arm resting behind you, fingers absentmindedly brushing your shoulder.

“good,” he says, calmly. “then start the video over. and get it right this time.”

you do as he says, pressing the record button again.

kento nanami

placing the phone carefully against the wall, you step back, making sure that you and nanami are angled so that it captures both of your figures.

before recording, you convinced your boyfriend, nanami, to film an outfit check for your tiktok. it had taken surprisingly little convincing to get him to film a quick outfit video with you. he hadn’t questioned it, only nodding once before following along, as he always does. motivated less by interest in the task itself and more by the simple knowledge that it makes you happy.

“so this is mine and my current boyfriend’s outfit for tonight.” you say, voice bright as you spin in a slow circle, showing off your dress, matching the detail on nanami’s tie.

nanami doesn’t say anything, you can see the cogs turning in his head as he tries to think whether he heard you right. the silence stretches just slightly longer than usual, as though his thoughts have paused.

you repeat yourself, deliberately now, accentuating the word so that he doesn’t miss it. “my current boyfriend’s outfit is so cute, it matches with mine.”

this time nanami looks at you, an eyebrow lifting up, his expression unreadable.

“current?” he speaks finally, voice low and a little flat.

you turn to face him, trying your best to not let out the laugh you’re holding onto. “yeah?”

he holds your gaze for a moment. “i wasn’t aware the position was temporary.”

the confusion etched on his face nearly breaks your composure but you end up smiling anyway.

“it’s a trend,” you explain, already laughing as you reach out to touch his sleeve. “i was messing with you.”

nanami doesn’t respond right away but you take note of the way the corner of his mouth twitches and he glances at the camera, then back to you.

“i see.”

leaning in close, you grin. “don’t worry, i’m pretty sure the position’s filled permanently.”

“good.” he says simply, eyes already drifting back to the screen as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in close to show off both of your outfits.

takuma ino

you adjust your phone on the stand, making sure both you and ino are in frame. he already has his hands out in front of him for the tiktok where you suggested doing the ‘never have i ever’ trend.

“you sure this is going on your main account and not the spam one where you post unhinged edits of me?” he asks while looking at the camera, eyes trained on the screen.

you roll your eyes and press record, launching straight into the video.

“hi guys, i’m with my current boyfriend and today we’ll-”

not even halfway through the sentence, ino twists toward you, blinking like he’s misheard something. his mouth drops open, full of disbelief.

“current?!” he repeats, eyes wide.

“what?” you question him, keeping your expression blank, like what you just said was completely normal. but when you see the look on his face, your laugh spills out before you can even pretend to keep it together.

“i’m not your current boyfriend. i AM your boyfriend.” he defends himself, keeping his eyes on you.

“yeah but you’re still my current boyfriend.”

“i’m just a backup for you, aren’t i? i don’t matter… just someone you see on the side.” he jokes, exaggerating his words to seem hurt, although the grin on his face gives it away.

you flick his forehead which makes him jut out his bottom lip in a deep pout, giving you those puppy dog eyes that he knows you can’t resist.

“anyways.. so me and my current boyfriend are going to do the never have i ever trend.”

“babeeee-” he drags the words, almost whining. ino comes closer to the screen, face filling up most of the frame as he pouts. “my current girlfriend is so mean to me.”

choso kamo

the camera is set up in front of you and choso. you’re both at the table, makeup products scattered messily between the two of you. choso sits beside you, posture a little stiff but willing, eyes flicking over the products with curiosity. he doesn’t do things like this often, not understanding social media trends, not really. but he said yes the second you asked, like he always does when it’s something that makes you happy.

a soft click of the lipstick cap echoes faintly as the recording begins.

“hey guys, i’m here with my current boyfriend, who’s going to be doing my makeup!”

choso doesn’t understand. he looks at the camera, brows faintly drawn together, and realises that what you just said sounds different. it feels different. his head tilts slightly as he continues observing, gazing up at your face before interrupting.

“what is a current boyfriend? am i not your boyfriend already?” he asks, voice soft and you can’t help but feel guilty for pranking him. he’s too sweet.

“what do you mean?” you ask, keeping up the act as he places his chin on your shoulder.

“i don’t like how that sounds.” he murmurs in a quiet tone, shifting his gaze from you to the camera then back to you.

it becomes impossible to hold the act any longer, a smile spreading across your lips. leaning in, you reach up to place a kiss on his cheek. “i’m just joking, cho.” you smile. “it’s a prank—a silly one.”

relief passes over his features and the smile that follows is barely there, but visible. his shoulders ease and he nuzzles closer, forehead brushing the side of your neck.

“okay. just checking.” he stays there, content as if to say thank you, for not meaning it.

“next time… maybe you can just call me your only boyfriend?” he suggests gently and you laugh, nodding.

“deal.”

ryomen sukuna

it was your idea to film a tiktok of you showing your boyfriend the new nails that you got done. the king of curses had no interest in tiktoks, let alone something as mundane as a nail reveal but after enough pestering he begrudgingly agreed.

Well, agreed might be generous. he sat down with his eyes closed, much to his dismay, arms crossed.

“so, my current boyfriend is going to review my new nails.” your voice comes out in a nervous chuckle, waiting for the moment he processes what you just said.

sukuna doesn’t even entertain your silly idea of a prank, opening his eyes and immediately reaching out to end the video.

“this is what you dragged me out of a meeting with uraume for?” his voice is low and sharp as he looks at you with annoyance.

“i didn’t do anything?” you reply, hoping to seem innocent as you hit the record button again.

“current boyfriend,” he scoffs, repeating your words like he’s tasting something foul. “what other boyfriends do you have? i’ll have them burnt to ash.”

the way he says it, so certain and completely serious makes you believe him. you have to stop the video, because the prank was a fail.

“you’re ruining my video, ‘kuna.” you whine hopelessly, although you can’t help but laugh at the subtle jealousy radiating off of him.

“well,” he says, voice low and unimpressed, “next time you’ll know not to try any of this nonsense again.”

his gaze flicks downward, landing on your freshly painted nails. a deep crimson that matches his eyes. a flicker of something unreadable passes through his expression and without a word, he reaches for your hand, his many fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“these suit you.” he mutters, inspecting them closely. “they should. i picked the colour, didn’t i?”

you smile, watching him examine your hand. the contrast between his reputation and the way he holds your fingers so carefully isn’t lost on you.

“you’re such a softie.” you tease, voice warm.

the look he gives you in return is stern and dangerous.

“say that again, and i’ll make you regret it.”

toji fushiguro

the room is quiet, soft with the hum of the evening. you’re laying in bed with toji, just enjoying the moment, sheets still warm from where the two of you have been lying, tangled somewhere between comfort and laziness. toji’s arm is thrown over your waist, relaxed, his breath brushing the back of your shoulder, steady and slow. the peace is disrupted when a thought crosses your mind. the tiktok trend you saw earlier won’t stop playing on a loop in your head. the one where people prank their partners by calling them their current boyfriend.

your phone is already in your hand, positioning it so that the screen is tilted just enough to catch the both of you in frame.

“i’m with my current boyfriend, toji.”

“the fuck you mean, current boyfriend?” toji doesn’t even shift right away. just opens one eye, then slowly lifts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as they cut to the camera.

you glance at him in nonchalance, fighting the laugh that rises in your throat. “what? that’s what you are.”

he raises a brow, propping himself up on one arm, the sheets falling low on his torso. “yeah? since when am i temporary?”

shrugging your shoulders, you play it off with innocence. “didn’t say you were. just… current.”

“mm.” he leans over and grabs the phone from your hand, setting it down on the nightstand without breaking eye contact. “gimme a name, then.”

“huh?”

“of the next one.” he says flatly, before continuing. “i want to know the name of who else fucks you this good.”

you fold under his gaze instantly, face growing flustered from his crude words as you reach out to push at his shoulders. “it’s a prank toji! relax.”

he catches your wrist easily and tugs you closer, voice low near your ear now. “try another trend like that and see what happens.”

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No Conceit - Takuma Ino

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‘to me, doing things the right way is really important’

meda! 20! she/her! asian! i love ino takuma! mostly jjk!

MASTERLIST

MY ART

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CURRENTLY WORKING ON: catch me if i fall skaterboy!ino fic

REQUESTS: open! only writing for ino takuma mostly but i will occasionally do one shots for other characters!

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ZFMDA ARTWORK

— ino takuma poses and skateboard

— ino takuma with his skateboard

— ino takuma as chococat (sanrio)

— ino takuma clay figure

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MASTERLIST

ino takuma

drabbles

— skaterboy!ino pt.1

— skaterboy!ino pt.2

— dad!ino

one shots

— always

fics

— catch me if i fall: skaterboy!ino x reader

others

— dating ino takuma mood board

multi

— current boyfriend prank on jjk men

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dad!ino who is an absolute wreck the moment he lays eyes on his newborn baby for the first time. cradled against your chest, so tiny and perfect. “oh my god, we made that? that’s ours?!” his voice cracks, eyes glistening with tears as he kneels beside you. hands trembling at the sight of the curious brown eyes staring back at him.

dad!ino who is extremely nervous when you both come home from the hospital with your newborn son. always asking if you need anything, offering to help change the diapers, fussing over every little thing despite assuring him that you’re okay. “do you need water? a blanket? should i—should i carry you?!” he’s already halfway to the kitchen before you can answer.

dad!ino who asks nanami for advice on what to do, calling him late at night when the baby won’t stop crying. even calling to ask what all the different baby formulas mean when he’s out shopping, scribbling down everything he can manage. nanami being the patient mentor he is, sighs deeply on the other end but never hangs up.

dad!ino who spoils his child with toys and clothes. every time he’s out and his eyes fall on something that looks stylish—miniature converses, a black onesie, beanies—he’s already buying it. you try to suppress a laugh when you come home and see ino dress the baby in a black beanie almost identical to his own.

dad!ino who buys a skateboard for his son as soon as he learns how to walk. “okay, okay! so this is a heelflip… watch closely!” he says, demonstrating the trick in the middle of the living room as your toddler watches in awe. you scold him immediately, “takuma, he just learned how to walk!” but he just grins, waving it off.

“c’mon babe, he needs to follow in my footsteps and go pro.”

dad!ino who is so excited and proud when the baby utters his first word, eyes twinkling when the cute voice mumbles ‘dada’. he flashes you the goofiest, most triumphant smile you’ve ever seen, knowing that your son said his name instead of yours. but when he sees your small pout, he leans down, helping to pronounce the word ‘mama’.

“alright buddy, now say ‘mama’, okay? ma-ma. maaa-ma.”

dad!ino who absolutely loves playing with his son, carrying him piggy back around your small apartment as you cook dinner in the kitchen. they appear behind you, little giggles filling the room and you turn around to find them looking at you with mischief in their eyes. your baby truly is a mini version of him.

dad!ino who seems to fall in love with you even more whenever he catches you interacting with his child, speaking in that gentle baby voice, your whole face glowing from being a mother. he stands there, completely smitten, watching you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.“how did i even get here?” he thinks to himself, still in disbelief that this is his life now.

once you both manage to get your toddler to fall asleep, he’s right behind you. arms snaking around your waist, head dropping down to your neck before pressing a slow and tender kiss. he whispers in your ear, low and teasing. “hey.. what do you say we make another one?” his lips brush your ear and you can feel his lips curl into a subtle smirk. “a little girl this time, yeah?” a shiver runs down your spine as he withdraws his head to look at you pleadingly.

and how can you say no to that?

banner art by sisamesyati.

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catch me if i fall

an ino takuma x reader fic

part one — collide

content — fluff, reader meets ino again, flirting if you squint.

word count — 2.1k

summary — wanting to try something new to take your mind off of the stresses of university, you decide to pick up skateboarding. not very good at it, you practice around your neighbourhood, until one day, you decide to go to the skatepark. visiting for the first time by yourself, you gain confidence to go more often. especially now that a guy like takuma ino has captured your attention. what starts off as a friendly encounter turns into lingering glances, and the dizzy feeling of his hands steadying yours, long after the board has stopped moving.

menu || drabble/intro || part two (coming soon)

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the sun shines overhead, its golden rays casting a warm glow over the evening as you make your way to the local skatepark. the air is thick, signalling the start of summer, though a light breeze brushes against your skin, offering some respite.

it’s been five days since your last visit, yet his image has lingered in your thoughts, unshakable. takuma ino—the name repeats endlessly in your mind, a quiet mantra you can’t seem to escape. in particular, the memory of his toned arms, unexpectedly strong despite his scrawny frame, steadying you when you lost balance after dropping in from the quarter pipe.

it shouldn’t feel like this, i only met him once. that’s what you tell yourself, but your heart answers differently, betraying your logic with every soft, insistent beat, echoing a memory you barely had time to hold onto.

weeks had slipped by, buried under the weight of coursework and never-ending deadlines. you rarely had any time to practice on your skateboard let alone go to the skatepark. today, however, you needed to take your mind off pages worth of readings. the need to feel the wind against your skin, the familiar pop of wheels against concrete. something real, something freeing.

arriving at the skatepark, your eyes scan the busy space, almost instinctively searching for a signature beanie covering shaggy, brown hair. you try to ignore the subtle drop deep in your stomach, a clear sign of disappointment at the lack of his presence. you swallow it down, tightening your grip on your skateboard before entering the park.

it’s particularly busy today, kids with scooters and teenagers with their skateboards making you feel less confident. settling at an empty corner, where the noise fades and the transitions give way to flat concrete, you practice ollies, an essential trick for jumping over obstacles. drowning out the noise of the people around, your fingers untangle the wire of your earphones, pushing them into your ears and letting the music flow through you.

two hours seem to pass by quickly and you decide to head back home, already feeling exhausted. your arm reaches up to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed on your brows from the fruitful attempts at landing an ollie. sighing, you skate towards the exit, when suddenly you slam into something—or someone, expecting impact.

instead, you collide with warmth.

a soft grunt is heard as you blink open to reveal a familiar pair of dark brown orbs staring back at you, the sunlight reflected off of his irises like pools of honey.

takuma ino.

dazed, you lay there for a second, heart skipping its rhythm entirely. he blinks, more surprised than anything, and a sheepish smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“you always greet people like that? ‘cause i gotta say, ten outta ten entrance.”

finally, you scramble off him, flustered. “oh my god, i-i’m so sorry!..i wasn’t looking—are you okay?” the words tumbling out in a rush as you hover, not knowing what to do with your hands. he sits up slowly, brushing off the invisible dust on his oversized jumper before picking up his board.

“don’t worry about it.” he says, one brow rising up, holding his board under his arm casually, “didn’t think i’d see you again though, you haven’t been around for a few days.”

pulling out your earphones, still breathless, you blush. a hint of embarrassment written all over your face and the dusting of pink spreading across your cheeks. “you... noticed?” you reply in disbelief, not thinking for a second that he’d remember who you were.

“course i did,” he replies, almost too quickly. “you were hard to miss. thought maybe i scared you off with the whole dropping in thing.”

you laugh, the sound coming out a little nervously. “um, i just had a lot of assignments to complete and no time to skate.”

“fair enough.” he looked at you again, more carefully this time, as if trying to place something.

“…y/n, right?” he says it gently, like he’s not completely sure, but hoping he is. there’s a hint of hesitation in his voice, like he doesn’t want to look too eager, but his eyes are searching yours, waiting for confirmation.

your heart races a little faster, chest tightening in that strange, electric way it does when someone remembers more than you expect them to. “yeah,” you say, the word soft but warm. “and you’re... takuma.”

“that’s my name.” he grins before letting out a short breath, shoulders dropping a bit in relief. “man, i was hoping i remembered that right. i’m usually better with faces than names.”

there’s a pause. he rubs the back of his neck, like he’s not quite sure what to say next but doesn’t want to just walk away either. then he tilts his head towards the ramps. “you here to practice? i could help you again. teach a few things, if you’d like.”

you glance down at your board, already exhausted from the past two hours of physical activity. “i was actually about to head out,” you admit, feet shuffling on your board. “i’ve been here a while already.”

his face falls for the briefest second, just a flicker, almost imperceptible, but then he nods, trying to act natural. “yeah, no worries. you must be tired.”

you shift on your feet again, the wheels of your skateboard moving quietly against the smooth ground as the late afternoon sun casts golden rays all around. you should leave. you were leaving.

but there’s something about the way he’s standing there, hands tucked into the pockets of his black sweats, eyes a little too hopeful despite his easygoing demeanor. maybe it’s the way the sun frames his figure, or maybe it’s the quiet sense of comfort you feel in his presence.

ignoring the small ache in your legs, you shrug, trying to hide the sudden flutter spreading inside your stomach. “i mean... i guess i could stay a little longer.”

the grin that spreads across ino’s face is unforgettable, infectious, and leaves your mind reeling.

“yeah?” he steps a little closer, eyes lighting up. “you know i was about to head out too since it’s real busy today but now i feel like i gotta stick around, y’know... to make sure you don’t go crashing into anyone else.”

you roll your eyes playfully, a hint of a smile appearing on your lips. “you’re never going to let that go, huh?”

“never.” he grins, getting onto his skateboard and rolling forward with effortless ease, turning back to glance at you. “you were practicing ollies the last time i saw you, right? show me what you’ve got.”

you shake your head, letting out a nervous chuckle as you get onto your board, pushing off to follow him.

“there’s barely any progress so there’s nothing to really show.” you say, raising your voice a little while cruising around the park, following him.

he stops at a relatively quiet spot, away from the throngs of other skaters. “c’mon, i’m sure you’ve got something. you learn pretty quick.”

“fine, but don’t laugh.” you grumble, giving him a pointed look. “and catch me if i fall.”

he flashes a boyish grin, eyes glinting with amusement. “i got you, i’ll personally throw myself under you if i have to.”

shaking your head, you let out a breathy laugh and push off your board to attempt the ollie. popping the tail, the board moves and your foot slides up. it’s clumsy, the board wobbles under you, but you stay on. barely.

you glance at him, your expression half-expectant, and half-flustered. “see? i told you it’s not great.”

but ino just whistles low, giving an exaggerated nod of approval. “not bad. seriously.”

you raise a brow and look at him funnily, in a sort of sarcastic way, like he just said something unbelievably stupid. “you don’t have to lie to spare my feelings.”

“not lying,” he says, gliding closer on his board and stopping beside you. “most people can’t even get the board off the ground after a few tries. you’ve got the timing down. it’s the landing that needs work... and maybe your knees are too stiff.”

“my knees aren’t that stiff.” you quip back defensively, looking down at your stance on the board and bending down slightly.

“okay—not that stiff.” he chuckles, looking over your figure, the way you stand a little awkwardly like you’re not confident in your abilities makes his eyes soften. “wanna try again? i can walk you through the motion.”

there’s a beat of hesitation before you nod, and he steps off his board, crouching down beside you to demonstrate. you watch him closely, the concentration on his face is determined and endearing at the same time. he points to the tail of your board.

“right here. pop it like you mean it, and then let your front foot meet the board as it goes up. you’re focusing too much on sliding your foot. just commit to the jump.”

“easy for you to say.” you murmur, getting ready to try again.

he stands up straight again, looking at you with a shrug and a small, lopsided grin. “been practicing since i was ten. you just gotta keep trying.”

then, without really thinking, he steps closer behind you, just enough for you to feel the heat of his body.

“mind if i adjust your stance?” he asks tentatively, voice softer now.

you nod, and he gently reaches out, fingers brushing against your arm as he adjusts your posture.

“try now.” he murmurs, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath grazing your neck.

taking another deep breath, you try again, popping the board with more confidence. it’s not perfect, but your wheels leave the ground an inch higher. when you land, you glance up at him unsure.

“better?”

“now that’s what i’m talking about! you’ll be jumping stairs in no time.”

you snort, hopping off your board and turning to look at him. “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

he leans in slightly, teasing. “too late, i can already picture it the next time we skate. you’ll probably surpass my skills.”

your heart stutters at the we, the possibility of a next time. you try to mask it with a light laugh, but it echoes in your ears a little too long.

“maybe.”

before either of you could say anything else, a loud voice cuts through from the other side of the skatepark.

“yo ino! you coming?”

both of you glance toward the source. a boy, who you assume is a friend of ino’s, with messy pink hair and a bright red hoodie waves, calling him over. another figure stands beside him, more brooding with a nonchalant expression as he stands with a hood over his dark, spiky strands.

he raises his hand and waves back, calling out, “yeah, i’m coming!”

the interruption settles between you, almost as if neither of you want to leave the other. you shift your board under your arm. “i should probably get going. been here for a while now.”

he looks back at you, and for a second, his easy smile falters, although you barely catch it. “right, yeah. makes sense.” he replies. there’s a brief pause, neither of you moving.

then, a little awkwardly, he nods toward you. “uh...do you have, like... instagram or something?”

you blink, surprised.

his hand reaches up to fix the beanie resting on top of his head, seeming to regret asking the second it leaves his mouth. “i mean, just so i can let you know next time i’m coming out here. or, like... we could practice again. if you want.”

that hesitation in his voice, careful and sincere, leaves your palms clammy, and heart racing. you’ve never felt this way before.

“oh! uhh, sure… here.” you take out your phone from the pocket of your baggy jeans, opening up the app and handing it over to him. he perks up slightly as he takes it, fingers brushing yours for just a second longer than necessary.

once he types his handle in, he hands the phone back, his name now appearing on the screen: takuma_ino requested to follow you.

your thumb taps the follow request, confirming it and then following him back with a smile.

“cool,” he says, suddenly bashful. “uh. talk soon?”

there’s something in your expression. gentle and genuine, that makes his pulse quicken.

“yeah,” you murmur, tone tender enough to make his breath catch. “see you later, takuma.”

and as you turn and start to walk away, though you don’t look back, you can feel it. the unmistakable weight of his eyes lingering on you the whole way out.

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catch me if i fall

an ino takuma x reader fic

summary — wanting to try something new to take your mind off of the stresses of university, you decide to pick up skateboarding. not very good at it, you practice around your neighbourhood, until one day, you decide to go to the skatepark. visiting for the first time by yourself, you gain confidence to go more often. especially now that a guy like takuma ino has captured your attention. what starts off as a friendly encounter turns into lingering glances, and the dizzy feeling of his hands steadying yours, long after the board has stopped moving.

content — fluff, friends to lovers, skateboarding, flirting, pining, cursing, mentions of smoking, reader falls hard but ino falls harder, suggestive content, kissing, gender of reader not mentioned but some descriptions may be feminine like ino calling reader ‘pretty girl’, everything else you can base off of your own descriptions :) more specific tags for each part.

moodboard

theme song — paradise by chase atlantic.

drabble/intro — please read my skaterboy!ino drabble before this as it’s a continuation. it’s not necessary but helps set the scene.

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chapter list —

✧ part one — collide

✧ part two coming soon

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tag list — lmk if you’d like to be tagged in each part :D

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LIKES AND FOLLOWS AAA

currently writing my skaterboy!ino x reader fic yay!! it’s going to have a few chapters (hopefully).

will uploaded the general summary stuff for a master list soon :)

i just need a fluffy fic with my boy cause i miss him.

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dating ino takuma mood board 🖤 ₊˚⊹

catch me if i fall — skaterboy!ino x reader fic

some photos that match my skaterboy!ino drabbles/future fics!

tried to make it as neutral as possible but it’s hard finding people that look like ino on pinterest :,)

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here’s some more skater boy ino since my mini drabble got a lot of love! ♡

Sfw/no warnings! enjoy (:

skaterboy!ino who always frequents your local skatepark, arriving early in the afternoon, and practicing for hours until the sun sets. Each time, leaving you in awe of the crazy tricks he does when you pass on your way home from university.

skaterboy!ino who always wears a black beanie that covers his messy hair, brown locks sticking out at the ends which stays on as he rides around the skatepark. All this, despite doing kickflips and 50/50 grinds while taking occasional slams to the ground.

skaterboy!ino who is quite popular at your local skatepark, known for being sponsored by some brands in your city and your local skate shop. Everyone always mentions how he could go pro if he truly wanted to- he’s that good.

skaterboy!ino who is familiar with other skaters who practice at the skatepark so when you arrive one day, a nervous look in your face, holding your fairly new, complete skateboard, he notices that he’s never seen you before.

skaterboy!ino whose gaze falls on you from time to time, as you practice landing ollies- a beginner trick that is essential for jumping over obstacles. A small smile appears on his face in admiration due to the determined look on your face, and he remembers when he first learned how to ollie, how difficult it seemed.

skaterboy!ino who notices you coming to the skatepark more frequently, every day after 4pm when your classes would end. He doesn’t miss the way the stray locks from your tied up hair fall across your face when riding around the skatepark and the way you bite down on your bottom lip in concentration.

skaterboy!ino who sees you on the quarter pipe, struggling to drop in with hesitation and agitation written all over your face so he comes over to offer advice and help out as someone who’s pretty much experienced at skating ramps and bowls.

skaterboy!ino who approaches you on the small ramp with a friendly smile, offering to help you drop in “you need some help? it’s not as scary as it looks” he smiles, soft brown eyes meeting your own that look back at him with surprise and slight embarrassment.

“i’ve never tried this before…” you reply nervously, looking down in front of you.

“it’s okay, you got this. do you know how to pump on the ramp?” ino replies, already knowing the answer from watching you practice over the weeks.

“yeah, that’s why i wanted to learn how to drop in but it looks higher when i’m up here” you chuckle nervously, finally tearing your eyes away from the ramp in front of you to look at ino. you realise it’s the guy you always see at the skate park when you pass by.

ino locks eyes with you and smiles reassuringly before getting up on top of the ramp next to you. “i’m takuma ino” he offers his hand and you shake it, his hand slightly calloused but so gentle in your grasp. “y/n” you respond before letting go. ino’s smile grows wider as he repeats your name to himself and then looks down at your foot positioning on the board.

“your foot positioning is great but you want to make sure your back trucks are over the coping… here” he motions towards the coping that lines the top of the ramp and you adjust your board accordingly.

“make sure your shoulders are parallel with the board” you try to follow his instruction but your posture isn’t the best. ino moves your shoulders for you, his touch gentle but careful and you swear you feel your heart start to race ten times faster.

“thanks…” you murmur quietly, swallowing the small lump in your throat. ino’s gaze moves from your board to your eyes and then back to your board.

“lean forward, press down with your front foot and bend your knees” he offers you one more smile before getting back down on flat ground. “i’ll stand here just in case” he says.

you make sure you’re standing correctly on your board before taking a deep breath and lean forward. The wind blows through your hair and you stop breathing for a second. Moving towards ino, you lose your balance at the end and collide into him with a soft thud. strong arms steady you and you look up at him apologetically but are met with a proud expression and a beaming smile.

“you did it!” he grins and you let out a relieved laugh, feeling so much better now that you’ve managed to drop in.

“thank you for teaching me”

“it was all you, i just made sure you didn’t break your leg” he jokes and you can’t help but laugh, the rush of adrenaline slowly dissipating.

skaterboy!ino who just helped you to learn how to drop in for the first time, leaving you with a sense of hope and something else that settles in your stomach every time he looks at you.

skaterboy!ino who motivates you to come to the skate park every day now, just so you could see his pretty face.

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this is my first time writing a fic? since i was like 13 so i hope it wasn’t too bad? :<

please let me know if you would like more. (only ino for now) doesn’t have to be related to skateboarding but i will favour it more hehe.

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dedicating all my brain cells to think about this