rin’s unimpressed that you’re drunk, but he didn’t expect it to make you such a romantic — ブルーロック
“riiiinnnieee!” you call out, your voice shaky with liquor.
you toed off your shoes lazily, shutting the front door behind you with a loopy grace. your heart hammered against your chest with every clumsy step you took.
rin leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed with his unamused gaze following your movement.
“rin!” you beam, losing your breath just from seeing him.
you quickly reach over to him to close the space, throwing your arms over around his neck and inhaling his scent.
“you’re drunk. you reek of alcohol,” he muttered, keeping his arms crossed.
“m’not drunk. just so . . . happy to see you,” you murmur contently against him, the vibrations of your purring tone traveling past the fabric of his shirt.
rin stilled, his mind momentarily shutting off from your words. his cheeks betrayed him, fading into a peachy pink. logically this was just the alcohol talking, since you were clearly drunk. but rin couldn’t help but get a little flustered.
“. . . and you smell soooo goooddd. like— all the time.” you paused to slightly pull back from him, looking up at him. “it’s like i’m dating a prince.”
rin’s eyes flickered with every beat of his heart — that had only kept quickening and quickening. with your syrupy tone and heavy-lidded gaze. . . not to mention your words that were as sweet as sugar. . . rin’s face was heating up. and up. and up. . .
“prince . . .” he repeated quietly, hung up on your use of words.
“priiince! and i’m your princess,” you grinned. “we’re in a fairytale!”
“ugh. you’re too sappy,” he groaned.
you reached a hand up, booping his nose with your pointer finger. “d’wanna be anything else. not when you’re here with me.”
rin blinked, his brows tensing and his eyes glittering with a feeling he wasn’t able to describe — maybe handle, either.
“. . . you’re ridiculous,” he muttered.
“‘cause you’re too cute. i can’t even think straight when i look at you,” you giggle.
“m’not cute,” he frowned, offended from your wording.
your grin widened, the corners of your drunken eyes crinkling with amusement. “okay. handsome, then.”
rin’s face slightly relaxed, though a red stain still blanketed his plush skin. he averted his gaze from your face, looking a little over your shoulder.
“whatever. . . thanks.” he paused for a moment. then, he said, although awkwardly, “. . .you’re . . . pretty.”
you smile, leaning more into him and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “thank you.”
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loving you comes easily for rin itoshi, but… showing it is another conversation.
“do you want to go on a date tomorrow?”
you perk up from his chest, almost flinching. “um… did you say something?” you ask, brows furrowed.
rin looks away, angling his face—not fully to the point where you’d point it out, but just enough for you to not see the hint of red decorating his cheeks… or so he thought, anyway.
“are you blushing?” you ask, giggling as you turn to face him fully, sitting up slightly.
“you always said i should work on my intimacy issues so…” he mutters, suddenly feeling bashful as he gulps.
“yeah, because i feel like i’m just a glorified friend of yours, not a girlfriend. i mean, you never do anything romantic!”
“that’s not true…” he says, voice low yet defensive as he finally meets your gaze.
“oh yeah?”
rin takes your hand with no hesitation and presses it against his chest, directly on top of where his heart lies. “any time we cuddle, i match my breathing patterns to yours.”
“you’re adorable, but that’s not exactly romantic,” you giggle, completely forgetting one thing— rin is nothing if not argumentative.
“i’ve memorized your sleeping schedule, your cycles, your breathing patterns. i know you take shorter breaths when it’s hot, or when you’re anxious. do you even know that about yourself?”
“okay, sassy man apocalypse patient zero, but it’s not exactly like that’s a significant thing to know,” you retort.
rin furrows his brows, almost pouting as he scowls at you. “i carry tissues all the time because i know you hate eating with your lip products on. i turn the a/c on higher than necessary because i know you like staying under the covers, even if it’s hot. i always put your shoes on top of the shoe rack while you’re getting ready because i know you hate looking for it,” he says, “significant enough for you?”
Going wedding dress shopping with Itoshi Rin is awful // fluff
(Sae x f!reader)
“How do you like this one?”
Rin shrugs, “It’s lukewarm.”
“You said that about the last three as well!”
“Because it’s true.”
You roll your eyes and look at yourself in the huge mirror.
You’re wearing a big, beautiful dress with lots of ruffles which is tight around the waist paired with opera gloves.
“I like it. What do you think Sae will think?”
“Isn’t his opinion meaningless? It’s your wedding dress and your wedding.”
You pout, “Rinnie, you’re just the sweetest person on earth.”
Rin grunts. “Doesn’t mean I like that one.”
With a big sigh, you turn around and walk to the changing room with the help of the sales lady.
The next dress you’re trying on, is a tight, beautiful satin dress. It’s more simple than the ones you’ve tried before, but just as gorgeous.
A big smile widens across your face as you look at yourself in the mirror, “This one’s beautiful.”
“It’s awful.”
You gasp, “Rin! I find it very pretty.”
“You have bad taste then. Proven by your choice of man.”
That makes you roll your eyes.
“I picked one last one, Rinnie. If that’s not good, we’ll have to go to another store.”
He nods and exhales loudly. You know exactly that he just acts like he doesn’t want this. Sae told you how much Rin adores you.
The last dress is by far the most expensive.
It’s made out of beautiful white satin with small details and the material is bound around your torso tightly.
The rest of the dress falls straight to your ankles, small gemstones and flower embroidery continue on the way down. A bunch of satin slings around your waist, in a slightly different material, held together by a gorgeous clip, making the dress look like one of a princess.
“Wow…” you turn around to look at yourself from every angle. “Rinnie, I love this one.”
After a moment of silence, Rin nods. “It’s the best one yet.”
You gasp again, this time out of excitement. “You like it?? That’s amazing, Rin! We’ll take it!”
And that’s how Sae ended up paying a million $ for your Dress.
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but when you do? god, it makes everything around you go still.
his real laugh.
not the huffs. not the sarcastic snorts. not the amused breath through his nose.
the real one. the one that escapes before he can stop it. bright and careless and beautiful.
and this time, it bubbles out of him fast, catching on the end of his sentence like he didn’t mean to let it out. he covers his mouth too late, shoulders jolting slightly as he leans forward, eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart do something stupid.
you’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s holding back and when he isn’t. and this? this is pure. unfiltered.
a sound you want to keep hearing for the rest of your life.
he’s still laughing when you say it, soft and stunned and entirely honest:
“you have a really pretty laugh.”
his breath catches mid-laugh.
and then it hits full force. the weight of your words, the sincerity behind them. and just like that, the laugh dissolves into something quieter, more flustered. his cheeks tint pink almost instantly.
“shut up,” he says, voice cracking halfway through the word, eyes darting everywhere but at you.
you grin. “i’m serious.”
he covers his mouth with his sleeve like it might somehow hide the way the blush is blooming across his face, delicate and pink and unavoidable.
“it’s not... i don’t... why would you say that out loud?!”
“because it’s true?” you shrug, teasing, but still a little breathless. “it’s… i dunno. it suits you. 's cute.”
he side-eyes you, expression caught between offended and embarrassed and that quiet, cracking amusement you’re addicted to. “what does that even mean?”
“i mean…” you trail off, eyes on him now. his lashes, the curve of his smile, the flush spreading across his cheeks like blooming petals.
“i mean, you’re always so... guarded... or something. like, you're very serious. or stoic." you say, grappling with the right words. "and then you laugh like that and it’s just... soft? and bright. and it makes people want to hear it again. it puts me in a better mood!”
he blinks. then quickly looks away.
“…i hate you.”
you laugh. “no you don’t.”
“i might.”
you watch him try to hide the way he’s still smiling. the way the pink deepens near his ears. you want to press your thumb against his cheek just to feel the warmth there.
he exhales, shaking his head. “you’re so annoying.”
you lean in a little. “so are you. but at least you’re charming when you laugh!”
his eyes flick toward you. something unreadable behind them. and then, finally, a soft reply:
“…you’re the only one who’s ever said that.”
you blink. your chest aches.
then you say, “well, i’m right.”
and when he looks at you again, that blush still lingering like cherry blossoms in the spring, he doesn’t deny it.
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SYNOPSIS the blue lock boys reacting to this tweet you put out on your main accidentally
STARRING isagi, rin, shidou, sae, bunny x f!chubby!reader
tw : ed!!! mentions of starving, comfort and fluffff
a/n : so hahahahahhahaa imightbelowkenuinelydelvingintothedeepdarkwatersofeatingdisorders haahahahahahhahaa ijustwannabeheld hahahahaha
isagi yoichi
you wake up to 47 missed calls from isagi and your notifications exploding.
he's already at your door at 7 a.m., still in training sweats, hair messy from running over after morning practice.
he doesn't even say hi — just pulls you into a crushing hug the second you open the door.
"why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" his voice is muffled against your shoulder, shaking a little.
"i thought… i thought we talked about everything. that friend? she's just chigiri's sister. i didn't even notice— fuck, i'm so stupid."
you mumble apologies, embarrassed, but he pulls back, cups your face, eyes intense like he's on the pitch reading an opponent's move.
"no starving. no skipping. we're eating breakfast right now. together. and you're telling me every time your brain does this shit so i can shut it down."
he kisses your forehead hard.
"i love every part of you. every. part. don't you dare try to change for anyone — especially not some random comparison."
he spends the whole day glued to you: cooking, forcing bites, soft forehead kisses every time you hesitate.
by night he's tweeting a vague "my girl is perfect, don't test me!!!!" with a pic of your intertwined hands — just in case it was those chronically online fuckers who made you insecure.
itoshi rin
rin sees it during cooldown stretches. his phone buzzes once — he ignores it. then the group chat (isagi + teammates, in his mind) starts spamming screenshots.
he goes dead silent for three hours. you get a single text: "come to my place. now."
when you arrive he's on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the wall like it's offended him.
"you think starving fixes anything?" voice flat, but his jaw is clenched so tight you see the muscle jump.
you blink in confusion before your eyes widen. stupid twitter update changed the logout settings! you try to explain — accident, private vent, insecurity flare-up — but he cuts you off.
"delete the tweet." pause. "no — don't. let everyone see how stupid it is." he stands, towers over you, and you're pouting, before he unexpectedly pulls you against his chest.
his heartbeat is racing under your ear.
"i'm yours. i chose you. not her. not anyone skinnier, taller, shorter whatever. if you starve, you're hurting what's mine. don't do that again."
he doesn't say "i love you" — he never does it easily — but he doesn't let go for the rest of the night.
makes you sit on his lap while he reviews match footage, hand firm on your thigh like an anchor. later, in bed, he murmurs against your neck: "next time you feel like that, wake me up. i'll remind you who you belong to until you believe it."
shidou ryusei
shidou retweets it immediately with "LMaOOOO baby nOOO 😭🔥" and a string of crying-laughing emojis + fire.
then calls you screaming-laughing: "yo you juSt Exposed your ed arc oN main? anD my ASShole friends are quoting it with thirst traPs of stupId skinny models Cuz — m gonna kill em."
he's at your place in under 30 minutes, bursting in with takeout bags from three different places: burgers, ramen, ice cream, onigiri — chaos food.
"starve? over my dead body." he shoves a fry in your mouth before you can protest. "look at me — i'm built like a goddamn tank and i eat like one too. you think im not gonna miss the way your ass jiggles every time i hit it or what :( i want my girl thick OK."
he pulls you onto the couch, straddles your hips reverse-style so you're facing him, and force-feeds you bites while ranting
by the end of the night he's live-tweeting (on a burner) "my gf tried to starve bc of some stick figure — joke's on her, i'm feeding her back to thicc status AYAYAY 🍔💪" with pics of you mid-bite, looking mortified but smiling.
he doesn't let you skip a single meal after that. ever.
itoshi sae
sae doesn't tweet. doesn't call. doesn't text.
he just… shows up at your apartment at 2 a.m. (he has a key you gave him "just in case").
you're half-asleep when the bedroom light flicks on. he's standing there in his coat, expression blank but eyes sharp.
"get up." voice low. "kitchen."
you follow, confused. he starts pulling ingredients — rice, eggs, veggies — and cooks silently. perfect tamagoyaki, miso soup, grilled fish. places it all in front of you.
"eat."
you stare. "sae—"
"eat." firmer. "then explain why my girlfriend thinks disappearing is an option because of someone irrelevant."
you break down mid-bite — the accidental post, the insecurity, how you thought he wouldn't see. he listens without interrupting, arms crossed.
when you're done he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose.
"you're an idiot." softens immediately after. "but you're my idiot." corny ahh mf
he reaches across, tucks hair behind your ear. "i don't care about skinny. i care about you being healthy enough to keep up with me. on the pitch, in bed, in life."
he stays the night. feeds you the last bites himself.
in the morning he posts one story (rare for him): a photo of two empty plates and your hand in his, captioned simply "her."
no explanation. fans lose their minds. message received.
bunny iglesias
bunny's chilling after training when his phone pings — a mutual follower dms the screenshot with "bro your girl ok??"
he reads it once. twice. then bolts upright.
next thing you know your door's banging. you open to bunny in full kit still, hair sweaty, eyes wide and frantic.
"¿que cojones es esto?" (what the fuck is this?)
he holds up his phone, so baffled that his voice keeps switching between spanish and english. "starve? tomorrow? over a friend? mi amor, no."
he's on you in seconds — picks you up bridal-style, carries you to the couch like you weigh nothing (he's 191cm of pure muscle after all!)
"no. no no no." he sets you down gently but doesn't let go, cradles your face. "you think you're not enough? for me? poor ol' me?"
he presses kisses all over your face — forehead, cheeks, nose, lips — rapid-fire.
he pulls out his phone, films a quick video (in spanish at first, switches to english): "escuchen, todos — my girlfriend is perfect. if you make her feel less, we have problems. gracias." posts it publicly. EMBARRASSING AHH MF
then spends the night cooking paella from scratch ("real food, not starving food"), feeding you bites, whispering in your ear how beautiful you are, how lucky he is.
by morning he's got you laughing again — and a promise
Rin loves biting things. No matter what it is— the second it’s in his vicinity and Rin is oh-so sureee that nobody is watching him he’ll start nibbling on it. Whether it be the hem of his football jersey or the stick of a popsicle, trust me when I say that it’ll definitely be coated in his drool when he’s done with it.
This habit of his even extends from shirts and sticks to you. A living breathing person.
You like to refer to yourself as one of Rin’s victims. One of his many victims.
Occasionally, when you're casually scrolling on your phone, not really paying any attention to your surroundings Rin will sneak up on you. Stand still for a second while he watches you in your element. His eyes narrow before he goes in for a taste.
You feel Rins tongue drag across your neck, preparing the area and before you can even let out a sound—
Chomp.
He’ll bite down.
“Seriously Rin, what are you doing?” You sigh as you close your phone.
Still with his teeth sunk into your skin he tries to string together a sentence. As if you can understand him. “Ahm bihin yu” (I’m biting you).
“And why are you biting me?”
“Ahm juhf hunghr” (I’m just hungry).
However Rin's unexpected yet adorable biting habit can be of help at times. Regardless of how perverse it is. You reached the conclusion that Rin’s problem isn’t biting but actually a need for oral stimulation. Even if that stimulation comes from rather lewd ways, anyway—
His little quirk even shines through during his countless matches. It’s something he’s well known for at this point— “the sticking out his tongue when he becomes extremely focused” thing he does.
A chuckle would typically escape your lips when you’d see the expressions of Rin’s teammates and foes alike morph into that of distress. Either at the magnificent performance he’s about to pull off or that his tongue is hanging out in the open.
One day you hope to gather up everybody who’s gone through remotely anything that has to do with Rin and his mouth— biting, his tongue slipping out or all the harsh words he spews out and form a “Victims of Itoshi Rin” alliance. Fingers crossed that it’ll be enough to put an end to his reign of terror.
The hospital room was overwhelmingly quiet, just the steady beep of the monitor and the hum of the air conditioner could be heard
You were leaning back against the pillows, completely exhausted from hours of labor, your body aching all over but all that tiredness faded away the second the nurse placed a tiny bundle right into your arms
The door clicked open, heavy footsteps echoed across the room
Rin had barely made it back in time, his jacket thrown somewhere in the hallway
His breathing was still uneven from rushing straight from the airport
His face showed a mix of exhaustion and panic that he always tried to hide from everyone
“Are you—“ he started, his voice rough but his words cut off completely as his eyes locked on what you were holding
He stopped dead in his tracks
The tense look in his shoulders melted away, replaced by a quiet silence
He walked over carefully, scared that even a sudden move would break the silence and sat down on the edge of the bed next to you
“Here” you whispered, shifting closer to give him a look “Meet our daughter”
He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t
His gaze dropped to the tiny human wrapped in the blanket, his chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm, too afraid to breathe too hard
She was very small, with a soft tuft of dark hair, her eyes scrunching tightly shut because of the bright lights of the room
A little frown was folded right between her brows, looking just like him even in her sleep
His hand hovered in the air for a second, his fingers trembling just a little before he finally reached out
He brushed his knuckles against her warm, tiny cheek so lightly, the touch was barely there, all the rush of the day leaving him in an instant
She stirred slowly against the blanket, letting out a soft huff before slowly blinking her eyes open
They were sleepy but even through the newborn haze, they were those exact teal eyes, looking sharp and serious already
“She has your eyes” you murmured with a smile as you watched his whole world narrow down just to her face “God, Rin. She’s literally a mini you”
Before Rin could even find his voice to answer, she scrunched her nose, let out a tiny sigh and pushed the tip of her tongue out between her lips in a clumsy stretch
You blinked, looking from the baby to Rin, and then back down again
“Are you kidding me?” you laughed softly “She’s already sticking her tongue out and drooling like her father”
Rin stared down at her, a helpless look crossing his face as those big eyes stared right back at him
The corners of his mouth twitched into a genuine smile that he didn’t even try to hide from you this time
“Shut up, idiot” he muttered, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her tiny hand
Your smile only grew wider, warmth spreading through your chest as he carefully slid his arms underneath her, lifting her up so she rested safe and warm against his chest
He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head
“You’re safe” he murmured against her soft skin, his voice full of love
Then his gaze lifted, his eyes finding yours
Without breaking eye contact, he carefully shifted closer, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against your lips
When he pulled back, his thumb gently pressed your cheek, his expression heavy with everything he couldn’t put into words
“You did so well” he whispered against your mouth “Thank you”
