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inumaki headcanons — 1

notes: bc im losing it and i love toge too much.. also numbered for future masterlist because there will be multiple hcs!! —also not x reader bc not everyones into that but truuust next hc will be x reader

part 2

he mostly communicates through notes app and signing but since it’s annoying to pull up every time he just resorts to body language and signaling to things

he knows that he can probably say a lot of words but he’s too scared ever since some kind of incident in his childhood

he can definitely say other nouns but when he says people’s names, that person automatically anticipates a command or smth so he just refrains from saying anyones name

despite him being a troll, there’s definitely a side to him that wishes people took him more seriously

he can type like 150wpm due to it being his only straight way of communication LMAO

texts with chronically online slang

absolute menace outside of assignments and school (see: maki’s skirt incident)

kind of likes that his onigiri language can piss people off

can’t lose arguments

really fcking funny on tw1tter and on his ig spam

like he’s actually hilarious and probably has a couple thousand followers

he doesn’t tweet a lot or post a lot but when he does it’s stupidly funny and genius wit

his hair looks a little like back it did when he was a first year when he wakes up in the morning

I feel like he’d like hot chocolate idk he just looks cozy all the time and I associate it with hot choco

his body temp runs on the warmer side

he’s a twice fan idc I don’t make the rules

has never once used his cursed speech for malice

at least not for anything serious

like he definitely got free candy or something when he was little from a candy store, “give me free candy” idk

he’s one of those “sigh.. this generation” people who say that whenever they’re out and everyone’s on their phones

but actually it’s just cuz he likes spending time with his friends so he wants everyone to be present

he just mutters “okakaaa” with a sigh and dramatically rolls his eyes while him and the second years wait for their food in mcdonalds

maki’s like “what now” and he points to their phones and mocks how they’re sitting like capital Cs

more soon!

— reqs [open]

JJK men reconciling with you .ᐟ

❥ ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, geto suguru, itadori yuji

synopsis: they’re a little more eager to reconcile than you think.

A/N: this was a request! let’s be real, who is not jumping at the idea of getting back with THE nanami.

I want to tell Inumaki that he is Perfect. He is so expressive and loving even if he can't communicate...I feel like he would be sad for not being enough BUT LIKE HE IS THE NICEST IN WHOLE WORLD 😭😭😭😭 cryin rn

I was feeling really down, but writing this made me feel better, so thank you anon for sending this lovely little idea in.

CW: Shibuya spoilers, mentions of past injury, loss of limb, hurt/comfort, implied depression, insecurity, scars, non-sexual nudity

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“Hey baby, I’m back.”

You called out to your boyfriend as you stepped into your shared apartment. There was no response, but his shoes were in the doorway and his coat was hanging on his hook. Padding into the living space you still couldn’t find him.

“Hey, babe? Toge?”

Concerned you call out again. You knew things were rough for him right now with the five year anniversary of the loss of his arm coming up next week, but you hoped it wasn’t bad enough for him to run off.

The thought caused panic to bubble in you, your chest constricting as you hurriedly went to check the bedroom. The room was a mess, pictures and random scraps of paper strewn about. Picking up a few near the entrance, you realized that they were artifacts of your high school days. Pictures of you and Toge on dates, hanging out with the other second years, and sweet notes he wrote for you made up the mess scattered across the plush carpet.

Then your heart sank. As you surveyed the whirlwind of memories, you realized that they all had something in common. They were all from before the Shibuya Incident. Before he lost his arm.

Following the sound of running water, you pick your way across the room and push open the bathroom door. A blast of steam hits you in the face as you flip the lights and fan on. There he was.

He was sitting in the shower still wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, unresponsive as the near scalding water cascaded down on him. Without a second thought you peel off your shirt and socks before climbing into the shower with him. Crouching before him, you gently brush his sopping bangs out of his eyes.

“Hey babe. Found you.”

You smile softly at him, cupping his face with your right hand. He doesn’t respond, but he leans slightly into your touch.

“Can I hold you?”

You keep your voice gentle and quiet, your heart breaking for him. A slight, barely perceptible nod was the only sign that he even heard you. Maneuvering so you were sitting beside him, you wrap one arm around his back and lean against him. After a moment, he tilts his head so it’s resting on yours.

Sitting in silence, you give him the space and time he needs. After a long stretch of time, he pulls away and turns so you are facing him. You place your hand on his knee and squeeze it, silently telling him that you’re there for him, and he can take all the time he needs.

Clumsily, he begins signing with his remaining hand.

Why are you still with me?

Of all the things he could have asked or said, this was not one of the things you would have anticipated. You take a moment to think. Then you reply simply and bluntly, wanting to make sure that he understood what you were saying.

“Because you’re you. And I love you.”

He looks frustrated and his signing becomes jerkier as he speeds up.

But look at me!

He makes a vague gesture towards his entire body.

“I am. And all I see is the man I love.”

You have an idea where this is coming from, but you want to wait until he says it because the idea that he would think so lowly of himself physically pained you.

But I’m useless! His shoulders slump and he repeats the hand motion. Useless. 

“You’re not useless.”

You say firmly. 

“Not even in the slightest.”

I am though. 

The haunted look of self-loathing looked unnatural on his gorgeous face. 

I’m practically useless as a jujutsu sorcerer. I already have this technique that hurts me more than it helps others. Now I can’t even make up for my weakness with my physical ability because I lost my arm. 

Tears join the shower water dripping down his face.

And not only am I a worthless jujutsu sorcerer, I’m a pathetic boyfriend. I can’t hold you, the person I love more than anything else in this world, in my arms. I’m not strong enough to protect you. Hell I can’t even tell you I love you with my words! 

He averts his gaze to the water going down the drain.

And on top of all that, I’m selfish. I know I’m worthless. I know I’m not good enough for you, but I need you. I’m not a good enough person to let you go.

Finally done, his hand dropped to his side with a small splash.

“Hey.”

Your voice is loving, but insistent as you speak.

“Look at me.”

He complies, his lovely violet eyes dark and hopeless.

“You told me to look at you earlier. And I am. Do you know what I see?”

A pathetic man who-

You continue talking, ignoring him.

“I see the man I fell in love with in high school. He’s grown up and changed, but at heart he’s the same person.”

You caress his cheek, looking deep into his eyes.

“His face has sharpened and become more handsome.”

He shuddered against your palm as you brush your thumb along his cheekbone and jawline.

“His eyes show that he’s seen and experienced indescribable horrors. He’s lost that innocence. But I love him all the more for it. Because I’ve changed too. I’ve lost my innocent belief that we are untouchable. I’ve become harsher, more pessimistic, and less emotional. But you know what’s in my heart?”

You take his hand and place it on your chest. Quietly he watches you, and you can see that your words are starting to penetrate the self-hatred clouding his mind.

“In here lives the silly teenage girl who thought that she and all her loved ones were untouchable, invincible. The girl who cared too much about anything and anyone. The girl who spent hours daydreaming about going on romantic dates with her white haired classmate that always had a mischievous spark in his eyes. The girl who kept a meticulous journal of her dream wedding to a boy with purple eyes and beautiful markings around his mouth.”

The corners of Inumaki’s mouth lifted a miniscule amount and his eyes softened as he remembered. Encouraged, you reach behind you and turn the water off. Continuing to speak, you begin removing his soaked sweatpants.

“As for your inability to tell me that you love me with your words, that has never bothered me.”

Placing the sweatpants beside you to deal with later, you gently tug on his arm until he stands and steps out of the shower.

“Honestly, I like it better that way.”

He shoots you a disbelieving look at your words, but allows you to dry him off before helping him into a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants.

“Really, I do. It’s so easy to say the words ‘I love you’ and not mean them at all. It’s a lot harder to fake it or lie if you have to express them through your actions. The way you worked so hard everyday to make sure I knew how you felt made me feel even more secure and loved than a few shallow words could.”

You quickly dry yourself off and change into a fresh pair of panties and a new shirt. Leading out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, you sit in the middle of your bed and lay a towel across your lap before patting it. Obediently he laid down and put his head on your lap. You began drying his hair.

“You’re special, Toge. You express yourself through physical touch and acts of service, and have never verbally said the words ‘I love you’ to me, but let me tell you. Not once, in the five and a half years we’ve been dating, have I doubted for even a second that you loved me. Do you understand? I don’t need you to be able to say the words to me. I already know.”

After you finished drying his hair, he sat up and faced you.

But what about my arm? Do you really want to be with me still? I’m disfigured and disabled.

The look in your eyes is so tender he can barely stand it. Why? Why do you look at him with such love and affection? 

“Toge.”

You breathe, the look on your face telling him that you knew exactly what was running through his mind.

“I didn’t fall in love with you because of these.”

You squeeze his bicep.

“I fell in love with you because of this.”

You tap his temple.

“And because of this.”

You lay your palm flat against his chest. Looking up at him, he can see the sincerity shining in your eyes.

“I love you for you, Toge. You could be the ugliest, most ratchet mf to ever roam the face of the planet and I would still love you. Because you will always be my person. And I hope that I’ll always be yours.”

He nods, smiling at your word choice as tears well in his eyes, relief hitting him like a freight train as you managed to say exactly what he needed to hear. Tugging your arm, you help him pull you into his lap. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he buries his face in your neck as you drape your arms around his neck and card through his hair.

He presses repeated kisses against the crook of your neck, each one a silent apology for doubting the love you shared.

You rested your cheek against his soft white hair and took comfort in the intimacy of the moment. Kissing the side of his head, you whisper the words you so desperately want him to engrain into his soul and never forget.

“You, Inumaki Toge, are perfect. Just the way you are.”

FORGIVING?

*+.~ mizuki x rui

cw: mizurui, angsty, hurt/comfort, post-breakdown, mizu5 spoilers(??), written right after mizu5

Mizuki ran out of the school building, tears streaming down their face, the beat of their heart drowning out any other sound.

I can’t face her again. I can’t face any of them again.

What do I do—

“Akiyama?”

Shit. Yabai.

Mizuki breathed hard, stopping in place, clutching their chest, as if trying to stop it from flying out of their body.

“Mizuki! Mizuki!”

Footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer.

Move! Why can’t I move?

Mizuki clutched their chest, frozen in place. They looked to the ground, tears making the dry soil dark.

“…”

“Mizuki. What happened?”

“…Rui….”

Out of almost nowhere, Mizuki fell to their knees, shaking uncontrollably, broken cries escaping from their throat. Their breath quickened, accidentally breathing in the dirt below them, causing them to choke.

“…Don’t breathe in the dirt, Mizuki. I’m with you.” Rui keeps his voice quiet, crouching alongside the convulsing figure.

Even through the sobbing and screaming mess, he would be by their side, comforting them and supporting them no matter what.

We’ve been through so much together. No matter what, I will support them through to the end.

It was a long while before Mizuki could even put their head up, but Rui’s expression never changed. It never got angrier, or annoyed. Rather, it showed genuine concern.

“Are you able to talk about it?”

Mizuki stayed silent, but showed a slow nod.

“Hmm. Would you like to write it down instead?”

Another nod.

“Are you alright if we moved to some other location to sit?”

A hesitant, but sure nod.

“I’ll help you up, okay?”

Rui stands up, outstretching his hand, waiting for them to accept.

Everyone always waited.

Ena waited for their secret.

Rui waited for them to accept help.

Mizuki took his hand, slowly getting up on their feet. Their knees felt a slight ache from being on the ground, but that wasn’t the main issue.

Rui walks slowly, careful steps along the dirt. He’s not dragging them, but rather leading them. They hold his hand tightly, a lifeline while they’re lost in the forest of ill-minded people and darkness. Rui doesn’t mind.

Finally, the two reach a quiet secluded spot, and the two sit down on a well worn wooden bench that slightly creaked with both of their weights.

“Are you ready?”

Mizuki nods.

“I think I can talk about it now, Rui.” Mizuki quietly admits, gripping the edge of their skirt.

“Then I’m all ears.” Rui responds, copying their energy as to not make them more anxious.

Mizuki didn’t know where to start, yet they started speaking. They felt as if everything came out like a waterfall, unable to be controlled as they dug their nails into their knees, waiting for an expression change, a look of disapproval; anything to tell them to stop.

But he kept listening intently, his eyes never deviating of focus.

“…and then I was running so fast, I couldn’t breathe— and then I came to the back of the school and you found me….” Mizuki trailed off, their voice beginning to quiver with fear, anxiety, sadness, anger; maybe a mix of the sort.

“I’m stupid for running. And I’m… sorry.” Mizuki lowers their head again, feeling the strange yet familiar feeling of tears welling up in their eyes.

“What are you sorry for?”

“Sorry for… bo-bothering you with my talk, and sorry to Ena for— for leaving her behind—“ Mizuki answered, between sobs that left them breathless— “and sorry to— to myself…for being so stupid and thinking people would ever accept me….”

“You aren’t stupid, Mizuki. And,”Rui takes his hand and hovers it over theirs— “We’re in this together. Remember what I said earlier today?”

Mizuki is silent once more.

“And those kids don’t understand, never understand, how much you are as a person apart from what you look like or act like. It’s not your fault they can’t accept who you are.”

Mizuki nods with acquiesce, softly and slightly, tears still falling and making glowing puddles on the back of their hands; soaking their skirt a deep dark blue.

The time was near close to night time, and the sky was threateningly dark.

“It’s getting late, Mizuki.” Rui points out. “Would you like me to walk you home?”

Silence.

“…You’d still walk me home?”

“Of course. Now,” Rui stands up, stretches his hand out for them to take again, “come with me.”

Again, they take his hand. An anchor in the dark waters of cruel life.

A light amidst the darkness, and maybe, the light at the end of the tunnel.

Maybe they wouldn’t have to disappear.

uh racing au??

You’re flirting with someone else.. pre-relationship!

paring :: Yuta x reader, Yuji x reader, Toge x reader, Megumi x reader, Maki x reader, Satoru x reader, Choso x reader

warning :: angst-ish? Reader is bisexual/flirting with men and women.

note :: enjoy anon <3

Genshin Impact High School Au: School clubs pt.2

Marching band:

The marching band is certainly a group, they play at the football games and go to separate marching band competitions. Eula plays the clarinet, she practices religiously and is certainly the lead for her section. Venti and Kazuha are both flute players, they are both good at their instrument but Venti goofs off more during practice, while Kazuha prefers to stay focused. Yet Venti is still the better flute player. Xinyan’s preferred instrument is the guitar, which is not in marching band, so she went for her next best option, the drum. She is very enthusiastic about her music, maybe a bit too enthusiastic as they sometimes struggle to hear the other instruments over how loud she plays the drums. Scaramouche plays the trumpet, he’s a trumpet kid. He rarely practices and kinda sucks but he stays in the band regardless. The marching band isn’t the most respected group in the school but they still stay enthusiastic, mostly.

Model UN:

The schools model UN is a very competitive club, you have to try out and only the best of the best get in. The sibling duo, Ayaka and Ayato have been in the club every year. They are a strong duo that sit on the executive board as co-vice presidents. They monitor all the try outs and select which member moves on to be officially in the group. They are very serious about their club, but have a sort of good cop bad cop dynamic with them. Ayato is more strict and critical while Ayaka is more likely to offer constructive criticism and help those in need. The president of the club is future lawyer Yanfei. Yanfei loves the club and makes sure the group is well trained for all competitions. Sara and Nahida are both members who are not on the board but they are still very engaged during the meetings.

Book Club:

The book club is a very chill club, as its presidents are pretty chill about it all, probably part of the reason the club is so popular. Every month a book is selected at each weekly meeting discussing what they have read so far, and at the end of the month they do a debrief. Lisa and Diluc are co-presidents and take turns selecting books for the club to read, though Dulic did set up a suggestion box for other club members to provide their input. The club's vice president is a bit more strict but at the same time more creative than the presidents. Yae likes to hold a competition at the end of each book where the club members rewrite the ending or specific scene, and then yae chooses her favorite as the winner and gives them a prize. She shares her own work with the group but after she gave herself the win 3 times in a row an executive decision was made to keep her work out of the running, for fear of bias. Secretary Xingqui is the groups editor, anyone can submit any work to him that he will edit for them, this can include essays for school, text messages, or creative writing. Heizou likes the club because it’s a quiet place to read and discuss the books he reads; he wishes the club would read more mystery novels. Ganyu and Al Haitham like the academic aspect of the club, they enjoy a quiet place to study and a group of like minded peers to run their work by. Mika and Layla like the club's casual environment and its non-intense atmosphere.

Business Club:

The business club was founded by Ninguang. It’s a relatively new club so it’s small but Ninguang has grand plans for it. Ninguang wants to offer financial advice to fellow students and open a school market for students to sell goods like clothes, baked goods, or art. Ninguang is passionate about the club and especially how nice it would look on her college application, but besides that she really does feel passionately about the project. Then there is vice president Dori, the thorn in Ninguang’s side. Dori has ideas, not very good or helpful ones, but they do qualify as ideas. Ninguang isn’t necessarily able to ignore Dori as she is half of the executive board. This club has a long way to go but Ningguang is ready to take on the challenge.

Student Council:

The student council is very intense. The president is the one and only Childe. He’s a popular boy who's smart and talented as well as extroverted and kind. He ran against Keqing who objectively would've been the better president based on organizational skills and ideas, but keqing did not have his level of charisma, so she sadly lost. She still got a position on the council as secretary and has a slight grudge against Childe. Vice president is the one and only Jean, she keeps everyone calm and keeps the ideas manageable. While everybody else on the board can come up with wild ideas, Jean is the one to reasonably analyze them and how practical they would be for the school. Yelan is the treasurer and a damn good one at thar, she works closely alongside the fundraising manager Noelle. Who is honestly just terrified of Yelan. Every conversation between the two of them just contains a lot of nervousness on Noelles part. And finally the person who connects the council to the people, social media manager Kokomi. She makes sure their social media accounts are very active and interacts with students as much as possible.

A/n: Ok was more than a day but I’m my defense uhhhhhh I was sick and AP tests. It’s ok. But yeah hope you like

DATING NAGI SEISHIRO: a test of patience.

| RED 𖦹ׂ: NSFW

𖦹ׂ does everything you ask. He's not the type of dude to plan a date, but he follows exactly what you suggest he do.

𖦹ׂ baby, you will use matching icons with him, whether you want to or not, NO CHOICES!

𖦹ׂ sending you meaningless tiktoks just because "lol"

𖦹ׂ you're talking for half an hour about something crucial, and when you ask "u get it?" He looks up from his phone and moans "mmm what?"

𖦹ׂ twirls his fingers through his hair when he feels bored in public.

𖦹ׂ you play together and he calls you stupid if you don't know how to do everything.

𖦹ׂ He holds you on his lap while he plays, which sometimes causes you to wake up with a start after he lets out a series of curses when he loses a match.

𖦹ׂ He looks at you with the biggest bored face in the world while you argue with him.

𖦹ׂ Sometimes he's not exactly awake, but not exactly asleep, and everything you ask is answered with "unnnhumm" "uhmm" "ahnn?"

𖦹ׂ post photos of you playing the sims 4 on his super pc gamer.

𖦹ׂ You sometimes cook, but generally you end up ordering food, laaaaaazy.

𖦹ׂ you also talk to choki, just yes.

𖦹ׂ Lazy kisses, warm hands under your shirt, throwing his weight above you.

𖦹ׂ naps on the weekends, you almost fall out of bed, he turns you on your side and holds your waist, you roll on top of him, he complains about the heat, you move away, he holds you like the biggest spoon.

𖦹ׂ conversations about what the two of you would be like within the universe of the game you just played or the manga you just read.

𖦹ׂ He says a low, slurred sentence and then you mutter an "ahnn?" Confused, he makes a fart sound with his mouth and laughs.

𖦹ׂ Either you make friends with Reo or you're fucked. they are literally "this is my boyfriend, and this is my boyfriend's boyfriend" sorry👎🏻

𖦹ׂ You consider yourself a pacifist, but you don't want to see him starting trouble because someone crossed the line with you.

𖦹ׂ you share headphones, playlists, streaming platforms and social media passwords.

𖦹ׂ long afternoons where you're lying in bed scrolling through your cell phone, talking and occasionally making out.

𖦹ׂ hugs from behind all the time, seriously.

𖦹ׂ sometimes without reason, he carefully traces your entire face with his fingertips, checking your eyes, cheeks, mouth... strangely cute of him.

𖦹ׂ hugs you from behind and squeezes your boobies, you don't even question it anymore.

𖦹ׂ You two are the "private but not secret" type, you never hid from anyone that you were together, but you didn't spread the word either.

𖦹ׂ tickles you when he want's something.

𖦹ׂ let out short smiles that tug at the corner of your lips that take you apart 🫠

𖦹ׂ whispers in your ear that he wants to leave the place, damn, now you want it too.

𖦹ׂ kisses on the forehead or cheek, photos doing this, videos doing this, cute.

𖦹ׂ loves receiving a good oral, her warm tongue curling around his dick, her eyes full of tears, because damn, he's huge. Holds your hair with your hand and pushes your hips against your greedy mouth.

𖦹ׂ he whimpers, his breathing becoming erratic as he fits inside you. He covers your mouth with his hand and before you can ask him to take it easy, he punches his dick inside you. delicious.

𖦹ׂ He sucks her breasts curiously, half-hungry. rubs his face against them and tells them how beautiful they are.

𖦹ׂ tests your patience. he hits your face with his dick, rubs it in your face, smears your pussy with pre-cum, threatens to put a finger inside you and just massages your clitoris, surrounds your nipples with his fingers. bastard.

𖦹ׂ is not talkative during sex. your mouth is usually busy, whether it's licking the folds of your pussy or sticking his tongue in your mouth.

barbie bf x barbieheimer gf

oppenheimer gf x barbieheimer gf

barbieheimer gf x barbieheimer bf

barbie boy! (^ー^)

another barbie boy!

Clingy?

Smau: in which they call you clingy Warnings: cursing, ANGST, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5