i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
if cousins count as best friend i would color it!! (does it count?)
anyway, tag!: @choccorin + anyone who would like to join!!
afab!reader, fluff, childhood best friends, inspired by this tiktok (i just love schrucy)
"rinnnn! will you please marry meee?"
you were in the playground, ignoring the colorful slides and vibrant monkey bars entirely and reaching out your arms to squeeze rin in a tight hug. rin froze, round teal eys staring at you, his entire face turning bright red. "n-no! i wouldn't marry you unless you were the last girl in the world!" sae stood next to him, holding up a camera and talking a few pictures for future reference.
"but why? i love love love love love you soooo much, and--wait, did you say 'if' or 'unless'?" you asked, suddenly pausing your tantrum. rin blinked, thinking for a moment, because his entire body--limbs and hands included--burst into flames. his mouth was open, his eyes dumbly wide.
"u-uh...i uh..." he muttered, staring down at his shoes. sae sighed.
"you're only 5. you should wait for a long time before deciding who you want to marry. maybe when you're 10." sae explained. you pouted.
"but that's 5 more years! and you're already 7, so you only have to wait 3 years!" you exclaimed. sae shrugged.
"skill issue."
meanwhile, rin was still beet red and stiff, his 5 year old brain unable to comprehend what you just said. actually, it did comprehend, he was just embarrassed that there's ever a possibility that he would marry you.
"big brother..." rin muttered. you and sae both turn to look at him, your arms reaching out to hug him from the side. "t-there won't ever be a time when i need to marry her, right? especially not by my own choice?" he asked, nudging his head towards you. sae shrugged.
"you never know."
and now, years later, you're in your twenties, back at that same park. but this time, you're sitting on the swings instead of clinging to rin. but rin sat next to you on the swings, sitting there stiffly.
"hey rin, remember that one time when we were like 5 and you said that you'd never marry me unless i was the last woman on earth?" you asked, laughing at the memory. "i had the biggest crush on you when we were little. well, someone who yearns earns i guess, since we're dating now and stuff."
rin hummed. "yeah. you were annoying back then. you still are. sometimes i think back to my childhood self and wonder if i was right about never dating you." he looked down, staring at his shoes and thinking for a moment. you snapped your head towards him.
"well, i wasn't the one who made it official at the end--that was you!" you exclaimed. rin gave you a side eye.
"yeah, yeah." he stared down again, deep in thought, beforing he stepped off the swings and pulled you off as well.
"i wasn't done yet!" rin ignored your complaints, dragging you to the middle of the playground, next to the slide, woodchips cruching underneath your feet.
he stood facing you, hands gripping yours as he looked you in the eyes. "what? are we going down the slide or something?" rin glared at you before sighing.
he glanced around the playground. right now, it was empty except for the two of you. but in his memory, you and him and sae would always come here after their soccer practice and eat ice cream. you would often see your classmates from kindergarten here, but rin never focused on them. not once.
"remember when i said that i would never marry you unless you were the last woman on earth?" rin asked softly, teal eyes on you and hands still holding yours. you nodded. "well that was a lie. back then, i thought it was the truth, but in reality, in that moment, i imagined us as adults and you wearing a pretty white dress a holding flowers while kissing me at the altar."
you blinked a few times. this was...a random time to tell you this. but you listened to him anyways. "now that i'm looking back on it, the opposite is true. i love you. so much. i know i show it in weird ways, but i really do. and even with 4 billion other women on earth and 8 billion other people on earth, you're all i can see. you're all i can fall in love with. you're the only one who i can fall in love with. it's always been you. there can be another 8 billion people or even more than that, but in my eyes, you'll always be the only person there."
wait. nowaynowaynowaynowaynoway--
he took a small box out of his pocket, getting down on one knee. he opened the box; a glowing diamond ring inside. "so will you marry me?"
tears sprang to your eyes and you pulled him up just to jump on him. "yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!" you exclaimed, sobbing into his shoulders. "i love you too, rin. so, so much."
and a small, barely noticeable smile made its way onto rin's lips. the roles have changed. now, he was the one asking you to marry him.
thanks for the tag neptune!! <3 i ended up just doing guys because the ladies could have their own list imo (there's too many). just did the guys from fandoms i'm in / half-in — but it doesn't say just guys
tagging ! @lysarion, @riniaras, @okukura, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n, @uncraven, @inarvii, @cmiru, @theskirmisher @angeliteeyes, @millucid, @nervocat, @nepenthic-delirium, @kinbedo, @wystiix, @vaquelin, @chokifandom, @moineauz + anyone else ! — i didn't check if you did this before, don't want to, no pressure!
your two year old brother is absolutely obsessed with your boyfriend, rin.
every time he comes over your little brother is running to him and begging to be picked up. "rin-rin!!! uppies!! uppies!!" the the little boy would say loudly while both arms were up in the air, waiting for rin to pick him up. your boyfriend picks the little boy up and puts him on his hip. "how's my biggest fan doing?" rin asks your little brother. he can't help but have a little smile on his face at the sight of the boy's excitement to see him.
"yeah! i saw you on tv, rin-rin! you were so cool," the boy says. "i want to be just like you when i grow up!"
"you do now?"
"yeah!!! i wan't be cool just like rin-rin!"
as much as rin hates the nickname "rin-rin" he can't hate it when your cute little brother calls him that. just then you come walking out of the kitchen. "aw there's my two favorite boys." you walk up to them and give rin a kiss on the lips. "ewwww nee-san!! stop kissing my rin-rin!! he's mine!" your little brother pushes your face away from rin's with his hand. you let out a loud gasp. "rin ain't yours, he's mine! i knew him first" you stick your tongue out at the boy, causing him to stick his tongue out back at you.
rin lets out a little chuckle at the two of you. "come on now, there is enough of me for both of you." rin puts the boy down to give you a proper hug. "well dinner is ready so let's go eat." you say as the three of you go into the dinning room to eat dinner with your family.
a/n. i hc that rin is very good with kids and is more softer around them 😗 i cooked this up in like ten mins so it's probably bad
HII DEN !!
how've you been doing? i always have so much fun talking to you becos i always feel so relaxed whenever i js have convos with you (LIKE you totally get me <3)
im sorry if we dont play games tgt that often (even tho we practically exchanged like gaming accs everywhere HELP ME PLS) i admit i want to but sometimes i js get so scared / unsure of how to bring it up so i dont do it...(insert wilted flower emoji here)
but anyway i always think that ive found you on tumblr in one of the most mysterious ways in the whole universe becos bumping into your acc was a literal coincidence HAHA
anyw praying everything works out in your favour in life and that you'll be able to live laugh love !! stay safe <3
i know who this is. TARO!!! HELOELOELOOO!!!;#! I'M DOING REALLY GREAT, WHAT ABOUT YOU?? I ALWAYS HAVE SO MUCH TALKING TO YOU TOO ^_^ I ALWAYS FEEL SO COMFORTABLE AROUND YOU. you also get me. YOU ALSO GET ME!!;!!;
HELPPHRB I DON'T REALLY MIND. BUT SOMETIMES I HAVE THE URGE TO ASK YOU TO PLAY ROBLOX WITH ME!! i get you because I'm also scared. you might be busy with school or something!! but on weekends I'm gonna start asking you to play. (fr this time) I'M WILLING TO DO THE FIRST MOVE (that's what i usually do!!)
OKAY BUT FOR REAL. you just commented to my intro and then we started talking privately HAHAHA. I'm glad that happened because I'm so lucky that i met you. WE'LL INTERACT MORE IN THE FUTURE #trust
synopsis: in your relationship with rin, you've always been the affectionate one. the touchy one. the clingy one. so one day, you pull back from touching him so much, and it kills him.
notes: "jisu isnt this idea oddly similar to this katsuki fic you just wrote? BOY SYBAU MY BLOG I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.
you always touch first.
you’re the one who loops your arms around him from behind. the one who squishes his cheeks in your hands and calls him pretty. the one who laces your fingers with his while he’s mid-sentence like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
rin calls you clingy.
he says it with a sigh, with a roll of his eyes, with a “god, again?” when you kiss the tip of his nose.
he grumbles and looks to the side, but he never pulls away.
so you thought it was okay.
until you start wondering. what if he’s just tolerating it? what if he just doesn’t know how to tell you to stop?
you don’t bring it up. you just… stop.
quietly.
no more casual touches. no more kisses on the cheek. no more spontaneous hand-holding or forehead pokes or clinging to his arm while he scrolls his phone or as you walk.
at first, rin doesn’t notice. not really. he thinks maybe you’re just tired. maybe you’re distracted.
but two days pass.
then three.
and then he realizes something’s wrong.
you still smile at him the same way. still talk to him, still text, still sit beside him on the couch.
but you keep your hands to yourself. you don’t lean on him when you laugh. you don’t reach for him. at all.
and it’s driving him crazy.
he’s sitting next to you now, knees barely brushing, and he’s sweating. his hands twitch in his lap. he glances at you from the corner of his eye and you’re looking down at your phone, legs tucked up under yourself, completely unaware of the war he’s waging inside.
he wants to touch you so bad he feels nauseous.
goddamnit, he feels so.. needy. but he can't even bring himself to care much.
he wants to feel you. in any way, shape, or form. just wants to feel your warmth against his.
but he’s never had to be the one to start it. he doesn’t know how.
what if you pull away? what if you don’t want it anymore?
his throat’s dry. his heartbeat’s stupid.
he gives in.
“…are you mad at me?”
you blink up at him. “what?”
he looks away instantly. cheeks dusted pink. “you’re not… doing your usual.. stuff. it's weird. so i figured you were mad.”
you frown a little. “you mean the clingy stuff?”
his eyes flick to you, then away. “…yeah.”
you’re quiet for a second too long.
he panics.
“i didn’t mean it like that,” he says quickly. “i didn’t..! i-it's not annoying. i don’t want you to stop.” the words tumble out like he's been holding them in his whole life.
you look at him, surprised. “you don’t?”
he groans softly, dragging a hand over his face like he’s peeling it off. “i just say that because i've never really had it before. but i like it. i just don’t know how to ask for it. okay? i don’t know how to do that stuff. but you do, and i got used to it, and now you’re not doing it and it’s-” he cuts himself off, looking everywhere but at you. “…i miss it.”
you stare at him.
he looks miserable.
“…you miss me being clingy?” you say slowly.
he mutters, “don’t call it that,” but he’s blushing so hard now.
you try to hold back your smile. really, you do, but you can’t.
“so you like when i hang off you all the time.”
he groans again, turning his face into the couch cushion. “shut up.”
"aweeee, did my rinnie misssss me? he wants to be held?"
"shut up!" his face is on fire. he can't bring himself to look anywhere near your eyes.
you scoot closer. he tenses.
you lean in gently and press your forehead to his temple.
“i thought i was annoying you.”
he breathes in, shaky. “never.”
“so i can be clingy again?”
his answer is immediate.
“yes.”
but then, after a beat:
“but let me try, too.”
you blink. “try what?”
he reaches out with a hand that’s awkward, hesitant, and gently laces your pinkies together.
he won’t look at you. his ears are so red.
you smile so softly it hurts.
and you squeeze his hand back.
he sighs, relieved, and rests his head on your shoulder like he’s finally home.
summary ۫ ꣑ৎ you're waiting for rin to return from blue lock, but something is missing from his room
content: fluff! probably ooc! rin
wc: 997
a/n: this is a draft from like 2 years ago that i kinda tried fixing up as best i could lol. this was like my first time writing so i hope you enjoy ^^ also didn't know what to name this...
giving gifts to rin wasn’t just hard. it was a whole mission.
but for his last birthday, you felt like you really came through with his gift. you had spent hours making sure it was absolutely perfect, no flaws or miscounted rows. a crocheted owl plushie. rin’s birthday embroidered on the bottom of the foot, and you made an additional cute scarf and sun hat for the owl, with both yours and rin’s initials.
when you first gave it to him, he had just stared at it for a few seconds, before letting a small smile make its way to his face. and from then on, the owl was always lying somewhere in his room, whether it be on his desk or on his bed.
you even noticed how rin would change the owl’s clothes depending on the weather and season, but you’d never tell him, he’d just roll his eyes and deny it.
but now, you were sat on his bed, scrolling through your phone while you waited for rin to return from blue lock. his mum loved you, and let you in, treating you as if you were a daughter. it’s been around 3 months since you last saw rin properly, only communicating with him on texts and short calls when it was allowed.
you had seen him play against the japan u20, and the way you had tried your best to comfort him after his face-off with sae.
you glance at the time, and get up to stretch your legs a bit. he should be here soon. you couldn’t wait to see him properly, talk to him without any distractions. your eyes flit around the room as you pop your back, and you see something out of place. or rather, a lack of something.
everything was as it should be. his shelves full of trophies that he had earned, a picture of sae and him (yes, he put it back up) and a picture of you and rin from your second date.
but the owl was missing. it wasn’t on the bed when you had sat down, or on his desk. neither was it on the shelves next to his trophies. you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but your heart clenched a bit.
maybe he didn’t like it that much, and only kept it around to keep you happy. did he throw it away, was it too childish for him? but you swore rin’s eyes had lit up when you had first presented your little project, all bundled up in a basket alongside some other small gifts!
but you didn’t have much time to think about it when you heard a familiar voice speaking to ms itoshi in the kitchen.
footsteps padded towards you, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, standing with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
“rin! you’re home!”
you quickly move to wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing him tightly. rin’s hands fall around your waist, his head dropping onto your shoulder, his dark hair tickling your neck. “i’m back,” he mutters gently.
you both pull away, and he sets his bag down, but you promptly reach out to grab it.
“i’ll unpack it real quick, so you won’t have to do it later!”
rin just nods, completely forgetting what was in his bag. you start taking out his clothes while he flops down on the bed, thankful for the peace provided away from his teammates at blue lock. “rin?”
rin can already hear the grin in your voice, and he sits back up, raising a suspicious brow. “mhm?”
he looks at you, and sees your wide smile. while unpacking, you found his owl, bundled between some of his clothes, and rin’s ears quickly flush pink as he realises what you’re getting at. “you took it with you?”
rin groans, burying his face between his knees, but he hears the smugness and elation in the question you already knew the answer to. rin didn’t get rid of it after all, he had literally taken the owl you made him for the entirety of the 3 months he was at blue lock.
“you missed me that much?”
now you were stretching it. he rolls his eyes, trying to keep his cool demeanour up, despite failing miserably. the red flush from his ears was slowly making its way down to his neck. “don’t let it get to your head. i just needed…”
needed what? something to remind him of you when you couldn’t talk? but he’d never admit that to you. not that rin needed to. you already knew, but you like to tease him and watch him get flustered. “whatever, he probably just accidentally landed in the bag while i was packing.”
rin raises his head to look at you, and he groans when he notices your wide eyes. “what now?”
you snicker, not bothering to hold any of your chuckles to yourself. “so he’s a he now? does he have a name too, rinnie? it would be shame to leave our son nameless now would it?”
rin was sure that if you were to touch anywhere on his body, you’d feel the way he burned like he was running a 39.5 degree fever. he just grabs your wrist and yanks you up from where you were kneeling next to his bag.
“just shut up.” he grumbles like an angry kitten, and shifts your bodies so that you’re both laying down, his face buried in your back so you can’t see the expression on him. you can feel the warmth emanating from his flushed face and you just hum contently. “i’m really glad you liked your gift rin. it makes me really happy.”
he clicks his tongue. “i’d like anything you give me, stupid.”
and your eyelids flutter closed, happy to be back in your boyfriend’s arms again, even if just temporarily, rin will always carry something from you with him, whatever it may be.
details: fluff | mild hurt/comfort | childhood best friends | romantic relationship | ~1.1k words | gn! reader | timeskip!rin | guys, i love childhood best friend rin. the yearning. <3
Itoshi Rin doesn’t know how to react when you start to tear up.
You haven’t seen each other for quite some time, with all your busy schedules. Messages and calls were your only options, so you practically jumped at the chance to invite him to your new apartment during the holidays.
The two of you didn’t really plan anything in particular; that’s how it was when you were younger, anyway. So, you spend the day catching up.
He tells you about something his teammate did to piss him off. He tries to explain how awkward it is whenever fans, especially kids, want to get his signature. He rants about something that went wrong during his last day of training.
In return, you tell him how your coworkers made a fool of themselves in public. You make him listen to the song that’s stuck in your head. You share pictures of your cute newborn cousin and the joy it brought you.
And it’s all natural—it feels like coming home. You remember how you’d help your mother prepare dinner, while Rin and Sae made a quick run to the convenience store for snacks.
Now it’s the two of you making an ingredient list, going to the nearby grocery, and making dinner together. Rin argues about the nutritional value, and you argue about the taste. You teach him new cooking tricks you’ve picked up, and he asks to try them out for himself.
So, it’s no wonder that halfway through your meal, something tugs tightly at your heart. It’s the world-shattering realization that you want to be with him forever.
When the first sob escapes your mouth, you hear the clatter of Rin’s utensils falling to the table.
You love him.
You love him, and you don’t even know if he feels the same way.
Has he once considered it, in that ambitious head of his?
“Why are you crying?”
Unsure of how to respond, you shake your head and cover your face.
“Does something hurt? Does the food taste bad?”
You want to chuckle at his last question, but it feels like your chest is about to explode.
“Mm. Something’s wrong.” His chair drags across the floor with an unpleasant noise. In a matter of seconds, you feel his presence next to you. “You’re sad.”
It’s a lot more complicated than that.
He pulls at your arm, a gesture you’ve both used since you were kids. You did it to him first when he cried, so you could see his face—no, his expressive eyes.
So when you let your arms fall, you shouldn’t have been surprised at the sight of his round, teal eyes.
You see fear and worry in them.
Has he ever looked at someone else like this?
“Is it me?” Rin asks quietly. “Are you sad because of me?”
You can’t stand the look on his face.
“No,” you whisper, wiping your cheek. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Then what is it?” He leans closer into your space.
“It’s…” You sigh. “I don’t know how to explain.”
Rin hums to himself. “Then what’s the first thing that comes to mind?”
You’re so endeared that he’s paid enough attention to pick up on your style of questioning, that you cave in.
“I love you.”
Chills instantly run through your body at your confession. You assume Rin feels it too, considering how he straightens up after a few seconds.
“You love me?” He echoes.
“I love you,” you affirm with a shaky voice. There was no going back from this now.
A silence settles for a few seconds, but you can hear the cogs turning in Rin’s mind.
“What do you mean?” he finally says a minute later. “You love me?”
“I want to be with you for the rest of my life.” You stare at the dinner table in front of you longingly. “I want to have long conversations about my dreams with you. I want us to wake up and go to sleep together. I want people to know that you’re everything to me. I want to be the one who shines the brightest in your life. I want you to be my other half. My pillar.”
Rin takes a deep breath. “But, we already do this as friends-”
“No.” You cut him off. “I want us to be more than just friends.”
“More than friends…like, lovers? Couples?”
“Yes.” You close your eyes, afraid of what comes next. You don’t dare to tell him that loving him means wanting to share surnames.
Suddenly, it feels like your apartment’s freezing.
“You love me, but it makes you sad. Why?”
“Because I’m scared that you don’t feel the way I do. That I’m just wishing for something that will never happen.”
Heat crawls over your face. Was telling him a mistake?
“Everything that you said,” Rin ponders, “that’s what it means to love me?”
You nod.
“Then...that means I also love you.”
Nearly giving yourself whiplash, you gasp as you turn towards him.
“What?”
“I love you.”
“Wh- Wait- But, how- What? I don’t...you love me?”
“Yes.”
“In the exact way I do?” You can’t believe this. “Are you sure you understood what I said?”
“Yes.” Rin knits his eyebrows together. “Everything you want is what I want.”
Something swims in your gut. “Rin. I’m talking about living in the same home. Kissing you. Marrying you. Maybe even starting a family together. Are you sure that-”
“Yes.”
You’ve been rendered speechless.
“Really?”
“Yes,” Rin sighs. “Why do you keep asking me the same thing? Aren’t you supposed to be happy?”
“I just…” You run a hand through your hair. “I didn’t think you’d feel that way about me.”
“I’ve felt that way for a long time. I guess I didn’t know it was that kind of love.”
Oh.
“Why are you crying again? I don’t understand, is this making you sad-”
“Tears of joy, darn it. Come here.” You reach towards Rin, and he immediately opens his arms in response.
And all you can feel is his warmth. The steady rhythm of his breathing. The gentle way he holds you.
“You’ve really loved me all this time?” You whisper into the crook of his neck.
“You never abandoned the dream we made together.” His words are a little muffled, but you understand them all the same. “I’d do anything you asked me to. I’ll listen to no one but you.”
You snort. “Hey, don’t be too stubborn.”
“Well, everyone’s stupid. Except you.”
Classic Rin.
“Okay, okay.” You slowly pull away from the embrace. “We can talk more later. Let’s finish this dinner we worked so hard to make.”
Rin nods, pulling his plate from the opposite side of the table towards the spot next to yours.
After you finish the rest of your now-cold meals, Rin hands you a bright blue popsicle from the freezer, and you recognize it instantly.
He still likes it after all these years, you think to yourself fondly, unwrapping the package.
It’s not long before Rin finishes his dessert and looks for the marking on the stick.
“I won. What about you?”
When you glance at yours, you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face.
౨ৎ — rin doesn’t drink often, and you begin to realize maybe that’s a good thing.
itoshi rin x reader. fluff, confessions, mentions of alcohol/intoxication, best friends to lovers :3, pro soccer player!rin, rin is drunk and sappy
word count. 1.6k
Despite Itoshi Rin’s popularity, he really wasn’t one to go out much.
He thought parties and clubs were a useless waste of time that could instead be spent practicing soccer, weight training, or even resting his body for a faster recovery.
So when you were visiting him overseas and begged him to take you to a party, you were surprised that Rin actually agreed. What was even more shocking was that he drank enough alcohol to get intoxicated.
Was this really the same Rin you knew? Sure, you haven’t seen your best friend in a while, but you knew this was uncharacteristic for him.
“I cannot believe you drank this much,” you groan as he leans his weight against your body. You all but had to drag him into an Uber so you could both get home safely. “Isn’t this usually the other way around?”
“Bad week,” he mumbles, unlocking his door after inputting the wrong numbers into the keypad twice already. “Really bad.”
Rin takes off his shoes before heading over to his kitchen, his movements didn’t have the same calculated grace as normal. You frown as you follow after him, gingerly taking the glass from his hands that he was trying to fill with water, and pouring it yourself.
“Here,” you say, handing it over to him. “Why was your week so bad? You didn’t text me about it. I don’t think I got any texts from you, at least.”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t wanna talk about it. Sae… We lost to his team during last week’s game.”
Your face falls as you rush to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me? You should’ve called, Rin! And you should’ve told me last week’s game was against him. I could’ve asked for an extension on my project and flown over to be with you.”
With a heavy sigh, Rin closes his eyes and drowsily leans his cheek onto the top of your head. “No. You kept talking about how important that project was for work. Couldn’t bother you.”
“You should bother me more,” you say with a pout, struggling to stay upright with all his weight on you. “I’m your best friend. You can lean on me.”
He does and you almost slip. Rin catches himself before you topple over and shoots you a lazy smile.
Even as his close friend, a smile from Rin isn’t something you see often. To witness him drunk and so disarmed was definitely a once-in-lifetime chance.
“Thought you said I could lean on you,” he murmurs.
“Figuratively,” you retort, pinching his alcohol-flushed cheeks affectionately. “Come let’s go to the couch and talk.”
“No,” he says stubbornly. “My bed.”
You eye the spiral staircase leading up to the second floor where the master bedroom was located and sigh. “Okay.”
At least you didn’t have to worry about not working out enough today. Half-carrying Rin around was more than enough cardio and weight training for you.
Somehow, you manage to make it up the stairs and onto his bed, only dropping him twice along the way, much to your credit. You plop onto his plush sheets in satisfaction and he takes a seat next to you.
“Now, tell me what else has been bothering you,” you demand, gesturing for him to follow suit and lay down beside you.
His intoxicated state must make him compliant, since he listened without any protest. “I thought after all these years, I’d prove I’m better than him. But he still won.”
“You are better than him,” you insist. “You’re my best friend, so you’re automatically just better. And you’re the best soccer player I know!”
“Do you know many?” he says dryly.
“Well, no.”
He snorts, attempting to flick your forehead but missing and getting your temple instead.
You playfully swat his hands away and Rin lightly pushes back. As if you’re children again, the swatting transforms into a harmless push and pull and ends in a fit of play wrestling. Of course, you have the willpower of a mountain and the desire to always win, and you end up sitting on top of Rin, your legs on either side of his body to pin him down.
“I win!” you proclaim. “And I won’t get off until I hear you say, ‘I’m the best striker in the world and next time I face him, I will beat Sae’s scrawny ass!’”
He lays there in surrender, but a wild glint in his eye tells you that, if he wanted, he could flip you over with ease. Even in his drunken state.
“I’m not saying that,” he deadpans.
“Then I guess I’m never getting off.”
“That’s not the threat you think it is,” says Rin, his hand lazily resting on the back of your thigh.
You blink. Normally, you would take those words as flirting of sorts, but you knew he was drunk and likely didn’t mean anything by it, so you simply shrugged it off. It’s hard to ignore the burn of his palm on the coolness of your upper thigh, but you try to appear unaffected.
“Fine, you don’t have to say it, but just know it’s true,” you say with a sniff, discreetly sliding off him to lay down away.
Reluctantly, Rin lets go of your thighs and allows you to detach yourself from him.
“And next time,” you turn your head to the side to face him, “don’t keep these things from me! I don’t care how busy I am with work. You’re my best friend. I’ll watch your game or visit you if you ever need me.”
Rin slowly reaches his hand out to smooth over the hairs on your eyebrow, his touch so delicate it surprises you.
Did drinking always make Rin this affectionate? you wonder worriedly. Suddenly, you were glad he didn’t like to go out to parties much.
“I’m glad you came,” he says quietly, his words mixing into a lazy slur. “This week was shit but it’s better now that you’re here.”
“Good. I’ll always be here for you, Rin.”
He closes his eyes and nods. “Being with you feels like home. Doesn’t matter if we’re in Japan or overseas. Just need you here.”
Your cheeks warm at his heartfelt tone that you really aren’t used to hearing at all.
Hiding your feelings of bashfulness, you say, “You’re so drunk, aren’t you?”
Rin’s brows crease in frustration. “No. Well— Yes, but that’s not why I’m saying that.”
“Suuure,” you drawl, booping his nose gently. “It’s okay, Rinnie. I had a feeling you’d be a lovey-dovey drunk.”
“I’m not,” he scowls, a noise of irritation escaping him as he grabs your hand that kept touching his face.
You raise your brow at him questioningly. “You’re not? Then how can you explain your sappy behavior right now?”
Still frowning, Rin shifts his grip from your hand to your wrist, holding it firmly. “Because it’s you. I’d only be this cringe and stupid around you. Because for whatever reason, I like you.”
You try to wriggle your hand away to hide your face in embarrassment, but his grasp is too strong. Your eyes dart around frantically, trying to avoid his intense stare, but, damn, is it hard to look away.
Is he that drunk or did he mean it? Even if he was drunk, maybe he did still mean it…
“I’m being serious,” says Rin, finally letting go of your wrist. “I may be a few drinks in but I mean it.”
A few drinks was certainly rounding-down, but you decided not to pester him.
“You mean it now, but will you tomorrow when you’re sober?” you ask with a remorseful smile. “Let’s not complicate things just for you to regret it in the morning.”
Moving closer to you, Rin pokes the squish of your cheek and you giggle. “I won’t regret it.”
“There’s no way you can be certain of that right now,” you say, and his face falls. “But I’ll still be here tomorrow. I’ll be here for you whenever you need. If you really do mean it, tell me again when you’re sober. Okay?”
“I will,” he vows, with a firm nod. “I’ll set a reminder on my phone.”
“You’re so romantic,” you say sarcastically, scrunching your nose up at him.
“Shut up.”
Rin’s expression softens as he looks at you through the dim light of his bedroom lamp. You examine him as well. His lashes are as long as ever and you reach out to trace them. Rin’s eyes flutter shut at your touch. You notice his jaw and cheekbones are more defined, reminding you this isn’t the same round-faced kid you were once best friends with.
This is Rin. The professional soccer player and famous athlete who is still your best friend, but could be more.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” he says again, brushing your hair out of your face. “But for now, can I give you this?”
His face moves closer to yours and you shut your eyes in anticipation. Instead of a kiss on your mouth, you feel soft, warm lips against your forehead. Your heart skips a beat at the feeling and the moment Rin pulls away, you pull him back to hide your face in his chest.
“Maybe you should get drunk more often,” you mumble teasingly, voice muffled in his shirt.
“Don’t need to be drunk to do this. Not anymore.”
Needless to say, you couldn’t wait to wake up tomorrow and hear a fully sober confession from Rin. But for now, being here in his arms that feel like home is enough.
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last song ꕀ tú by maye
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currently craving ꕀ massaman curry. like always. and like. alcohol and a couple cigs HAHA. a break too :P
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last song . . . Starring Role - MARINA
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currently watching . . . Supernatural (again)
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favorite color 、 burgundy / maroon, dark reds, browns
last song 、 ill and getting worse / rosegarden funeral party ( from my gay yearning playlist )
currently reading 、 the handmaid's tale / margaret atwood & heartless / marissa meyer
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౨ৎ — you wake up from a bad dream about your boyfriend flirting with another girl. safe to say, you aren’t very happy.
itoshi rin x fem!reader. fluff, established relationship, timeskip!rin, reader gets a little insecure don’t be mean or i’ll fight u /j :p just a silly lil bf rin drabble
word count. 0.7k
You considered yourself to be a rational person. Sure, you had your moments…but didn’t everyone?
You weren’t so proud as to say that dreams never affected you. That was why, after this particularly bad one where some faceless girl was rubbing all up against Rin and he was letting her, you woke up seething.
With furrowed brows and an intense glare, your head whips to the side to find Rin sleeping soundly and blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil.
You huff at the sight, haughtily flipping over to your side and making an effort to scoot as far away from him as possible without falling off the bed.
Your tossing and turning causes him to stir, and his eyes crack open slightly.
You huff even louder once you notice he’s awake and place a pillow between the two of you.
Rin makes a grunt of confusion as he moves the pillow aside.
You shoot him a glare.
His dumbfoundment only grows and he frowns. “What?”
“I’m mad at you,” you sniffle.
“Well, I know that,” he retorts, rubbing the bleariness from his eyes. “But why?”
“You almost cheated on me!”
Rin blinks slowly.
“In my dreams!”
Now it’s Rin’s turn to glare at you.
“Really?” he says flatly.
“Yes!” you exclaim, throwing the bed sheets over your face. “We were at a restaurant, and I went to the bathroom for a little bit. Then I come back to some girl at our table and she’s flirting with you and touching your arm and chest and you’re encouraging her! You even kissed her cheek! What the hell?”
Rin pulls the covers aside and watches you seethe, teeth grit as you hug your pillow and avoid his gaze. You’re too annoyed to look at him right now.
“You know it didn’t really happen, right?” he asks, voice somewhat amused. “It’s just a dream.”
You shrink into yourself. “I know it’s just a dream. But it felt so real.”
As stupid as it was, it hurt your feelings. You knew it wasn’t Rin, but it could be. Your bad dream brought insecurities to light that weren’t even on your radar. What if someone tall and pretty and confident likes Rin, and he realizes he’s interested in them too? Anger bubbles up in you at the thought. If that ever were the case, you would leave in an instant. But it broke your heart to even think about the possibility.
At your prolonged silence, Rin sighs and scoots closer to you, draping his arm around your waist in a hug. “It wasn’t real, okay? I’m not a fucking dumbass who would even think of doing that to you.”
You take a long breath, nodding because despite your overwhelming negative emotions, you know he’s right. Rin doesn’t even like talking to other people. There’s no way in hell he’d let someone feel him up.
“I know,” you say softly and he hugs you tighter. “I can’t believe this dream ruined my good night’s sleep.”
“We’ll just have to shove Dream Rin off a cliff into some spikes so you can go back to sleep.”
You giggle at the thought. “I like the sound of that.”
You feel Rin’s body relax against yours once he hears your laugh. You snuggle deeper into his embrace.
“You do know I would never cheat on you, or even let another girl flirt with me, right?” he says after a moment’s silence. “I only care about you.”
“I know,” you promise. “I trust you. Even though you are stupid in my dreams.”
He snorts. “They’re your dreams. It’s your fault for making me like that.”
You sigh. “I know.”
Rin presses a kiss to the back of your head, his grip on you loosening as he tries to get comfortable.
“It’s still early. Let’s go back to sleep,” he says in a tired mumble. “If you get more bad dreams, I’ll jump in there and kick the fake me out.”
“Promise?”
He chuckles lightly. “Promise. Once science figures out a way to do that.”
You laugh along with him, relaxing your head on your pillow as you let the sleepiness take over. “Sweet dreams, Rin. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
This time, your sleep is filled with dreams of cotton candy and butterflies. No evil Dream Rin in sight.
he’s been hovering around you all day, lurking like some kind of socially inept ghost, arms crossed, eyes darting away every time you look at him for too long. at first, you think he’s mad about something. then you remember rin’s always mad about something, so that’s not exactly new.
but this? this is new.
“are you okay?” you finally ask, shutting your locker as you turn to face him.
rin makes a face like he just swallowed his own pride whole. “yeah. why wouldn’t i be?”
you raise an eyebrow. “because you’ve been staring at me like you have something to say, but you’re too stubborn to say it.”
he exhales sharply, muttering something under his breath. you catch the words “stupid” and “why is this so hard” before he finally, finally spits it out.
“be my girlfriend.”
it’s not a question. it’s barely even a request. he just says it, flat and awkward and a little demanding, like he’s forcing the words out against his will. his ears are tinted red.
you blink. “huh?”
“you heard me.” he shifts his weight from foot to foot, clearly resisting the urge to look away. “don’t make me say it again.”
a grin creeps onto your face. “are you asking me or telling me?”
rin glares at you, but it’s weaker than usual, like he’s one second away from combusting. “just answer the damn question.”
you let the silence stretch for a moment, just to mess with him, before shrugging. “sure.”
his shoulders relax, but only slightly. “good.”
“good,” you echo, amused. “you’re really bad at this, by the way.”
He'd walk into the room—earphones in, uniform perfectly ironed, expression unreadable—and somehow your heart would skip like it owed him money.
It started small.
A glance here.
A sigh there.
A "good job" muttered after you passed back his quiz paper in group study.
You weren't even sure he remembered your name at first. But then—
"You forgot your umbrella."
He said it, voice flat, holding it out like it annoyed him to do so. You hadn't even realized he noticed you walked home in the rain yesterday.
Still, you took it with shaky hands and a stupid smile.
"Thanks."
He just nodded and walked away.
From then on, it became routine.
You'd send a "good morning" message through your class group chat, and he’d leave it on seen—but somehow you'd catch him glancing when you yawned through homeroom.
You’d say "let's eat together" during lunch, mostly to your seatmate, but sometimes—just sometimes—Rin would murmur a soft "tss, just eat already" when he passed your table.
You told yourself not to overthink it. But you did. Constantly.
You saved screenshots of his messages.
"okay."
"noted."
"yeah."
He never used emojis. Never dragged out words. But every reply felt like a medal.
And now here you were, lying in bed, rereading that one night when he said:
"rest. don’t stay up too late."
Plain. Cold, even.
But your heart decided it meant: He cares.
God, you were falling.
Dahan-dahan. Bit by bit.
Each sigh. Each glance. Each silent gesture.
You were falling for Rin Itoshi—and he didn't even know.
Or maybe he did.
Maybe he just didn't care.
Or maybe, just maybe… he was falling too. Quietly. Like you.
౨ৎ — you always text him updates about your day. but today, rin notices his notifications from you are lacking… he’s definitely not worried. not at all.
itoshi rin x reader. fluff, established relationship, pro soccer player!rin, rin is overthinking ;p that silly goose, reader referred to as beautiful + princess, does this count as clingy rin???, did i mention fluff :>
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Itoshi Rin hates when you give him the silent treatment.
He’s never noticed, nor cared, when others act quiet around him or ignore him, but the moment you don’t send him any text updates about your day at work, he grows worried.
It’s become routine for Rin to check his phone during breaks, smiling to himself as he read about whatever shenanigans you’ve been up to while working or running errands. But today, he checks his phone only to see zero notifications. At least, from you. He doesn’t care enough to acknowledge the others.
He places his phone back down, feeling slightly unsettled.
It might’ve been different if he hasn’t been away from Japan for over a week now, but the limited communication was really getting to him. Rin doesn’t think of himself as a physical touch guy, but the longer he’s away from you, the more he realizes he’s wrong.
“What’s with the long face?” Nanase asks as he peeks his head into the locker room.
“Nothing,” is Rin’s simple response.
Nanase raises his eyebrow questioningly but shrugs anyway, grabbing a clean face towel from his duffle bag and heading back to the field.
Once Rin is alone again, he sighs.
Could it be you are finally fed up with his infrequent responses? He reads all your messages, and he replies verbally once he gets the chance to call you, but he doesn’t text back much.
Worse, could it be that you are fed up with this bothersome, semi-long distance relationship? At home, the two of you have an apartment together. You furnished the place together (meaning you picked out all the furniture, then had Rin build it all himself), bought matching cookware, and even forced Rin to go to one art class so the two of you could make a painting and hang it on the wall. Everything is easy when he’s in Japan.
But during his frequent travels, you two are separated by both distance and timezones. A part of Rin wishes you could join him more often during away games, but a larger part of him is proud that you have your own passions and ambitions in your career, even if that means you can’t take as much time away as he would like.
Would it be only natural for you to grow restless of this type of relationship? Is that why you aren’t messaging?
Rin groans, slapping his hand to his forehead and trying to snap out of his useless spiraling.
He has a practice match to win. This can be worried about later.
The rest of the game passes by in a blur. His anxiety and frustration manifests into an even more aggressive playstyle than normal. The other team can’t keep up with the sudden change in pace, and Rin’s team wins. Not that he is surprised. Of course he would win.
By the time he next checks his phone, he still sees no new messages from you.
He frowns.
It’s about 4 p.m. where he is, meaning it’s around midnight for you. Surely, before bed you would have at least sent a goodnight text.
With a gnawing pit in his stomach, Rin doesn’t bother to wait until he gets to his hotel room to call you. The moment he enters his rental car, he dials your number for a video call.
You pick up on the third ring.
Rin’s shoulders suddenly feel less tense.
“Oh, my gosh,” you say, voice muffled with all the movement happening. Rin peers at his screen. The video of you is dark, but he can make out the fact that you are getting out of your car. “Today was absolutely crazy! I only got home just now. It’s so late! I’m so hungry but I need to get ready for bed and wake up early tomorrow. Ugh!” You sigh as you unlock the door to your apartment. “How are you, babe? Did practice go well? I missed you.”
After going all day without hearing from you, those three simple words brought a sense of contentment to him. Still, he remains cautious.
“You haven’t messaged me all day,” he states, voice neutral. “Is everything okay?”
The lights flicker on and he finally gets a clear view of your face. Your eyes look tired, but your smile is soft and cheerful.
“I’m a bit exhausted from today,” you admit sheepishly. “I slept through my alarm in the morning and I was so late to work, I couldn’t even text you good morning! Then, I ran over a nail! A fucking nail. Like, are you kidding me? Then, I had to go to a car shop since my tire popped, but they said they don’t have my tires in stock! So, they told me to go to another dealership down the street. By then I was so late for work I had to drop off my car, run to the nearest station, then go to work because I have a stupid project that the boss told me is due tomorrow morning for absolutely no reason whatsoever! So I had to stay late to finish up. Then, when I was finally able to leave, I have to take the train to the car dealership and pay way too much money to have them replace my tires. I was finally on my way home when my mom called and asked me to pick something up for her and she kept me for hours! Basically, I’m so tired and sleepy and what the fuck in the air was today?”
You gasp for breath once you finish talking, plopping down onto the couch dramatically.
“I want to sleep but I’m too tired to get ready,” you whine, lower lip jutting out in a pout. “I wish you were here to help.”
“I wish I were there, too,” says Rin, staring hopelessly through the screen. Even tired after a long day, he thinks you look beautiful. “Sounds like your day was busy.”
You nod in despair. “Yeah, I barely even got to go on my phone. I had, like, zero downtime today. It felt so weird not being able to text you,” you say sadly, a frown on your face. “I miss you, Rin.”
He exhales through his nose, closing his eyes and laughing at himself for his stupidity from earlier. Of course, you didn’t text him because you were busy. It’s not because you got cold-feet, or because you were re-thinking this relationship. You were simply busy. Maybe if he weren’t an idiot, he would’ve come to that conclusion sooner.
“Rin?” you ask hesitantly, worried after not hearing a reply.
He blinks, turning his attention back to you. “I miss you, princess. I fly back tomorrow. Finally.”
Your eyes, once tired, are now filled with excitement as you beam. “I know! I marked it on my calendar. I asked to leave work early so I can greet you right when you return!”
The sound of your happiness feels like a familiar embrace and Rin can’t help but smile, though faint. “I’ll look for you when I land then.”
“Can I make a giant sign with your name on it?”
He snorts in amusement. “And when will you have time to do that before tomorrow? How about you get some sleep instead?”
You pout, but a yawn overcomes you as the exhaustion hits.
Rin lifts his brow as if to say, “See?”
“Coffee exists,” you mumble. “I have poster paper and some markers—”
“Y/N,” he says, deadpan. “It’s late there. Get some rest. Please.”
You sigh, but nod in agreement. “Okay, baby. I’ll rest now, but I’ll see you tomorrow. I miss you a lot.”
He feels his cheeks heat up. “I miss you, too. A lot.”
“Can we cuddle all day when you get back?”
“Isn’t that always the plan?” he says dryly, but the corner of his lip quirks up into a smile. “Yes.”
“Yay!” you cheer, waving goodbye through the phone screen. “Love you! Good night!”
His phone grows dim once you hang up, but he feels like a weight has been taken off his chest knowing you weren’t ignoring him.
Now, Rin can’t wait for the flight so he can come home soon.
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