#rin x reader

imagine if reader was asked to go to her usual ice rink by her partner to do a casual dress rehearsal. but instead of her partner it's her swimmer bf (anyone will do) dressed in her partner's costume and looking like a prince on ice and skates.

he has asked her best friend/pair to teach him how to skate so that he could skate with her, atleast for this one time.

a/n: wow my anon is a genius this is kinda short and buns but i had fun 😅😅😅

Rin x Fem Skater Reader !! (tw: swearingjajkaskas and rin is ooc i thikn but uhm ❤️)

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You slipped into your fuzzy leg warmers, softly humming while tying your skates. Your partner texted you earlier to come to practice, and learn the choreography of the latest routine you'd perform.

You leave the bleachers skating gracefully into the center where you spot a familiar hair color, trying to keep his balance on the icy floor.

"Rin what the hell"

"WHAT" he yelled losing balance as you caught him

"What are you doing in, the costume we're gonna wear. Take it off it doesn't fit you fatty" you say tugging at the sparkly spandex, "Shut up! I wanted to learn what the hell you were doing with the that guy, so I asked him to teach me"

"Don't you have like a job? Or swim training-?"

"No I don't and my girlfriend is over here frolicking with some guy whose touching her"

"okay well this is my job, while yours is probably looking a shirtless guys and judging whether or not you can take them"

"WHAT THE HELL"

"No, my job is to swim and look good during it"

You raise an eyebrow at his confession, while you let go of him... causing him to fall again. "Well I came to practice not help you screw around"

"god it's like you hate your boyfriend, who does everything for you"

"Rin, who droves US to dinner. Who paid last time? And who buys you razors" his face turned red, his car broke down and he didn't have money after paying for a new swimsuit...

"Shut up" he said leaning against the railing, the outfit perfectly outlining his muscles. His hair put up in a ponytail and the outfit glittering around him, making you blush and look away. "Take it off rin"

"Not until you skate with me because I worked hard to learn this shit for you"

"you're lucky your hot."

"Not even an 'I love you' or 'Thank you'" he said grabbing your waist, "it's your fault you're in this situation"

He pouted kissing your cheek, while you led him to begin the routine.

He skated well, following your movements and caressing your waist. You never blushed during routines, not until Rin was touching you so delicately and being very romantic about it. 'Was this really how he saw your routines with your partner?"

At the end of the routine he held you close, his eyes meeting yours so it was only natural he kissed you. A sigh escaping your lips when he broke it, "maybe I should stop swimming" he mumbled kissing the corner of your eye. "Don't get too used to it.." you utter face red and hidden in his neck, "and you said you didn't want to skate with me".

"You just wanted an excuse to touch me, now I'd like my partner back"

"Can't be grateful huh?"

"Buy me food"

"You're the fat one here"

"My uniform fits" you say pinching the spandex and hearing the loud SMACK as it returned to it's original form "OW". Rin could only rub his thigh and slowly retreat back into the changing room.

Once he returned though he threw his phone at you, "get whatever you want... it's on me" he blushed avoiding your gaze.

"You think this is princess treatment huh"

He didn't reply for a few moments then met your gaze with a smirk "I'll show you princess treatment".

"And I'll chuck your phone onto the ice"

"Can't say anything around you"

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i can fun can you tell LMSOOOISJAOIS

2k followers event, request no. 19: Everyone knows Rin Itoshi is hopelessly in love with his fiance, but no one expects Sae Itoshi's deadpan interview to reveal that he's calmly wondering why his future sister-in-law seems to hate him.

The wedding is only a few months away and at this point, the entire football world seems to know one thing with absolute certainty.

Rin Itoshi is hopelessly in love with his fiance.

There is no hiding it anymore. There never really was.

Every interview somehow circles back to you. Every press conference becomes another opportunity for reporters to tease him. Fans have already accepted that the world's coldest striker possesses exactly two personalities— one reserved for football and one reserved for the woman he's about to marry.

Once an interviewer asked him with an amused smile,

"So, Rin... what's the greatest thing that's ever happened to you?"

The audience expected the usual answers. Blue lock, world cup, his career or a championship.

Instead, Rin barely let the question finish.

"My fiance."

The silence that followed lasted barely a second before everyone in the room cheered.

The clip went viral within the hour.

People joke that Rin Itoshi spent years becoming the world's best striker only to become the world's most devoted fiance.

Even his teammates stop pretending they're surprised. Because honestly...

They're not anymore.

A week later, another interview begins trending.

This time... It's Sae.

Unlike Rin, Sae almost never agrees to interviews outside football. He dislikes unnecessary conversations, dislikes attention even more and has mastered the art of answering questions with as few words as humanly possible.

Which is exactly why everyone tunes in even more.

The interviewer smiles politely.

"We've talked about football quite a lot today. So let's ask something different."

Sae remains silent.

"Your younger brother is getting married soon."

"Yeah."

"How do you feel about his fiance?"

!! cw: age up, mentions of suicide and alcohol, 67, NOT PROOFREAD, RANDOM BULLSHIT GO, idk shit abt alcohol and bars (i jus a babeh! 🥺(jk pls dnt scroll)), 1k words, idk what else to add

a/n: IM STILL A NEWGEN FIC READER DONT KILL ME genuinely js made up some bs bruh, ended short bc idk what else to do sryyy ^^

p. s not self projection bc i doomscroll on tiktok not insta

Everything in your life was going wrong. All your exam results had come back, and not a single one you passed. Even after hours of gruelling studying, 67 doomscrolling breaks, no socialising, you still got shit marks, in all subjects, all scores under 20%. At first, you thought this was just some sort of sick joke, but no, this was the reality. You couldn't help but laugh, then that laughing turned to absolute sobbing. It was hilarious, how much effort you put into these exams, declining all the times your friend’s invitations to hang out, even distancing yourself from them, just for it to mean nothing.

You always struggled with studying, it didn’t help that you had awful depression and procrastinated at every task, and your parents screamed at you every second to study. Every single thing just demotiviated you, you could’ve sworn you were looking at revision sheets, but you always found yourself on Instagram, just watching car crashing reels. You deflect all the times your parents query about your exam results, but it was inevitable, they eventually found out. Indubitably, they were furious, threatening to kick you out, and just other awful threats.

Well, at least you still have your boyfriend who’ll love you regardless, right? Nope, you receive a text message from a classmate, breaking the news of your boyfriend and best friend secretly hooking up without your knowledge. You couldn’t even cry, or even care. You know what life really wants from you, life wants you to kill yourself, and you were already preparing the noose. Before deciding to end your miserable life, you suddenly have the bright idea to try things you’ve never done before, one of them being drinking. From all the parties you rejected, you never had the chance to drink alcohol. Even if you wanted to, your parents would absolutely beat your ass if you even thought about it.

You put on a jacket, and sneak out of the house, walking to the closest bar. You step foot into the place, the warm lights make your eyes rest easily, and the atmosphere is lively, with lots of people conversing joyfully and the scent of alcohol hits your nose almost immediately. You look around, not sure where to go, this wasn't like the movies at all. You see a dark green haired bartender, skillfully mixing up a drink, with seats empty in front of him. He had a bored expression on his face, constantly glancing up at the clock on the wall, you can tell he was ready to leave this place.

You thought to yourself “Surely he’d be willing to help me? Well he has to, it’s his flippin job, am I genuinely stupid bro? ”, so you approach his empty corner, and take a seat.

He notices you, “Hi. What can I get for you?“, he says in a monotone voice. Your eyes flicker to his name badge, the text says: ’Rin Itoshi’. The name sounded familiar, then it hit you, this was the famous football athlete, little brother of Japan’s best midfielder.

You're too lazy and exhausted to freak out, you just wanted the pain to go away.

“The strongest alcohol you can offer me.” You say bluntly.

Rin stays quiet for a hot second, “ID?” he sighed, looking back up at the clock, he's going to have to deal with a drunkard until the bar closes. You hand over your ID, he checks it, making sure it's not a false ID.

He tilts his head, “You're new here, have you had alcohol before?” he asks.

You shake your head, “Nope, not a drop.” you say honestly.

Rin frowns in disapproval, and a little bit of concern, “You should try something light first.” he suggests.

“I’m the one paying, aren't I? Fudging shut up, and just grab me your strongest bottle.” You snap at him.

He sighed, he definitely doesn't get paid enough for this bullshit. The guilt of snapping at him punches you in the gut almost immediately. The poor guy is just trying to do his job, and it was very considerate of him to even ask if you wanted something lighter.

You open your mouth once again, “Sorry, genuinely, I-I didn't mean to yell at you like that..” you quickly apologize.

“You know, I know you don't care but like, life has just rammed its dick so far up my ass, for no reason. No preparation whatsoever, it's like I’m destined to be a failure and just to be a ceiling decoration. Do you get what I mean? Ugh, it's just whatever, forget what I said. ” You added.

Rin’s eyebrow raises at your interesting analogy, still staying silent and preparing himself for what comes next , knowing you’ll continue on with your tepid life.

You entered a trancelike state, you wanted to stop trauma dumping on this poor bartender, but you couldn't stop yourself. Everything that’s been happening to you this whole year, is just blurted out into 30 minutes. Your eyes began to water and burn, just being reminded of your wretched life just made you wanna restart from the start. You wondered for years, what did you do to deserve this hell? If it were anyone else, they’d probably kill themself too. Such a pitiful, meaningless life you lived, every step you took, every breath you breathed in, was a waste. You didn't deserve to be alive so long, or even exist.

Tears begin to spill silently, and Rin has an unreadable expression on his face. His long fingers push a glass towards you, the glass has a clear liquid, filled halfway. You tilt your head, it just looks like water to you, but it must be some hardcore liquor.

You hesitantly take a sip, not sure what to expect, and.. It just tastes like water?

“What is this?” You questioned, taking another small sip and taking a closer look at the mysterious liquid whilst swirling it around in the glass.

He woke up early as usual, although today was a little different . It was his day off. The one day he could actually see you.

(Being alive already irritates me.)

His thumb hovers over your chat.

Delete.

Type.

Delete again.

What kind of message is he even supposed to send?

"Are you free?"

Too formal.

"Come over."

Too demanding.

"I want to see you."

...

Absolutely not.

Every single time he asks to see you, it's because his schedule finally allows it. Never yours and he hates that. Not enough to stop training but enough for the guilt to settle somewhere heavy inside his chest.

busy today?

He finally decides on a simple and short text to send you.

Your reply comes in seconds.

for you? never :)

His ears feel warm.

"...Idiot."

He's talking about himself.

He's at the spot already, when you see him your face immediately breaks a smile as you approach him.

( How can you look so happy to meet someone like me?)

"...You're late."

( You are not late, I am early.)

You just smile brighter. "Missed you too, Rin."

He turns away so you can't see the color creeping up his neck.

"....Start walking already or I'll just leave you here."

You're half a step behind him. He slows down. He wants to hold your hand. His fingers twitch but he shoves his hand deeper into his pocket. Then you do it for him your hand slips into his pocket finds his clenched fist, pries his fingers open, one by one, and laces them with yours.

He doesn't say anything but squeezes back. Too tight.

( If i were you, I would never be with someone like me.)

Eventually you reached the seaside. You sat facing the ocean, he sat beside you. You were watching the sea and he was watching you.

You kept talking without realizing he hadn't looked away once.

(I love you so much.)

"I think you're actually really kind."

His expression didn't change.

(You only feel that way because you don't know me.)

"You always remember the little things."

( No, I just remember everything about you.)

"You always walk on the side closest to the road. You always make sure I've eaten."

(Because the thought of something happening to you makes me sick.)

"I love it when you give me those sneaky kisses before you go to your matches."

(Can I do more bad things? Can I ruin you until every goodbye feels impossible?)

"I think..."

You looked out toward the horizon.

"...even if we meet again years later, I'd recognize you immediately."

(I'm the one who couldn't forget you for an eternity.)

Then you started talking about something completely unrelated.

A crab. A seagull stealing chips. Whether fish ever got bored.

His eyebrows twitched.

(...Are you a moron? I'm leaving. Just shut up and let me love you.)

Instead it came out as...

"Shut up"

(I did it again. I scared her again. Say something cute.)

"...I'm glad you're not dead."

"..."

You burst into laughter.

"There you are."

"What?"

"My Rin."

"You say the sweetest things in the weirdest way."

He frowned.

( sweet?)

The waves crashed quietly.

"I think we should get married by the seaside one day."

His mind stopped. He didn't think. He just did. He pulled you close, one hand cupping your face, the other gripping your waist and kissed you. He picked you up without breaking the kiss, pulling you onto his lap. His forehead pressed against yours.

everything around you felt offensive to you. another day feeling that dawdling gloom encapsulate your vision — giving everything a dull gleam.

you sighed from where you were sprawled out on the couch. the distant mutter of the tv spared no mind to how you were really feeling—

which was fucking awful.

suddenly — you heard the door unlocking and opening.

you tilt your head slightly to grab view of the front door. it was rin.

crash!

rin had thrown his sports bag onto the ground, the clanging of gear and water bottles sounding out the previously quiet room.

“rin?” you say, quiet and cautious.

. . .

rin didn’t answer, rather walking off to the bedroom. his demeanour of course didn’t go unnoticed by you. his shoulders were tense, his hair was haphazardly in his eyes, and his skin was slightly red.

was he having a bad day, too?

you hear the soft whistling of the showerhead starting in the bedroom’s ensuite. you lower yourself completely back into the sofa, letting yourself basically disappear into the cushions.

it wasn’t that bad days were often — maybe they were; but the biggest part of it all was just how much it effected you. how much moments like these made you want to sink and disappear. maybe rin’s feeling that too, right now. and maybe you should be getting up right about now, heading to ask if he’s alright on the other side of the washroom door.

but again, the sinking feeling was what sounded most relaxing and natural to you. and with your mind bumbling about for minutes upon minutes — you weren’t able to notice that the shower had stopped running a long while ago.

you shifted yourself on the sofa, twisting to fully sprawl out on your stomach, hugging a pillow close to your face. whatever the hell you put on the tv was long forgotten — as was everything else.

. . .

ack!

your nose suddenly became flooded with the smell of soap and rin’s cologne.

not to mention that your whole body just practically deflated because of rin’s weight settling onto you. his face buried into the crook of your neck, and you could audibly hear as he inhaled your scent.

“mmmnn,” he hummed softly against your skin.

“rin— you— are— suffocating—” every word was an obstacle to let out. every breath became a heave that only left you more breathless than before. the feel of him completely submerging you deeper into the couch had caught you off-guard, distracting you from your previous thoughts.

“don’t care,” he murmured, “. . .but sorry.” he didn’t move off of you, but he relaxed himself slightly to make you feel less — well, on the verge of death.

he kept his face buried in the crook of your neck, planting multiple wet kisses in the same spot.

“you seemed upset coming in,” you said, your voice muffled from your face being pressed into the cushion.

rin stopped his kisses, muttering against your skin, “m’fine now.”

“you sure?”

rin gave your neck another soft kiss before pulling back, staring at the back of your head with weary eyes. “mhm. i’m just tired now.”

you huff, accepting his answer. if he wasn’t fine, like how he was saying he was, (tsk, a frequent occurrence. . .) then you could just ask him about it later. but right now, with the scent of rin’s cologne in your nose and the warmth of his body bleeding onto you, you were sure you could fully relax and just fall asleep right here right now.

“m’tired too,” you mumble, turning over on your back to gaze up at rin.

rin looked down at you, his teal eyes slightly dimmed with exhaustion and something else you couldn’t name. his cheeks were slightly flushed and his brows were furrowed — like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

you cup his face, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his features. rin’s eyes momentarily fluttered shut, savouring your touch as he angled his face more against your roaming palms.

“i love you, you know,” you rasped, your hands continuing their conquest along his face.

rin’s lips slightly parted at the registry of your words. the tension in his body seemingly thawed away beat by beat, and slowly, rin’s body began descending back onto you.

“mhm,” rin hummed, settling his body against yours and his head nuzzling into your chest, making your hands fall to the back of his neck. “. . .love you, too.” the words were quiet — maybe even timid — but they were genuine, as well as from rin himself.

your breathing hitched and your earlobes heated up slightly — nervous that rin would begin feeling the thadumping of your heartbeat. you wanted to writhe away from his settlement on you, but the need to be as close as possible to him killed every other urge.

and as the serene moments passed, rin’s breathing evened out into a delicate snooze, his cheek smooshed against your chest and his eyes contently closed. your heartbeat, though still quick and flustered, felt more at ease with the proximity to rin.

and soon enough, your breathing would even out, too — saving you from the misery you had to deal with.

and the last thought you had before drifting off into the dream world was to hope tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad for either of you.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

[not proofread]

(masterlist!)

We know how both of the Itoshi brothers have been focused mainly on soccer their entire life, but what about other hobbies or activities...

You didn't know much about Sae but one thing you surely knew was that your boyfriend Rin, was literally the worst individual you've ever come across when doing anything that wasn't kicking a soccer ball.

You've tried. Tried to teach him stuff, explain them, explain them again, and again like he was 5. Nothing worked, he just couldn't bother putting time into something that wasn't soccer...

"Hey Rin, wanna help me with this equation?"

"Rinnie? I have a question for you"

"Babyyyy...stop rewatching highlights, let's do something.."

He simply didn't care.

But you tried again- you had to sharpen his brain somehow. You wouldn't call him dumb, no, you'd say he just didn't have the patience to put effort into anything else..

You couldn't count the times he got pissed cuz he lost playing uno with you, or... literally any game cuz he simply wouldn't put his brain into work.

"What the hell is this bullshit..." You heard him mutter under his breath, over your shoulder, making you flinch and look back.

"God you'll kill me..." You sighed. "It's...my homework Rin. Not everyone is famous and off school."

"What the fuck are they teaching you. You must be a genius." To which you tried to hold your laughter behind your palm.

"Why're you laughing." Truth was, in front of u was a basic algebraic function...well uh not that Rin really knew. He never really paid attention in school apparently. Just completely focus on following his brother's footsteps.

"Rinnie...maybe we should get you a tutor for basic school knowledge..cuz this..." You vaguely pointed his way. "Will not get you far.."

He shoved your shoulder, rolling his eyes. "I'll go make dinner.." he muttered.

"Uh huh you do that baby..." You smirked to yourself, going back to your work..

Oh yea. One thing that you were proud of was that Rin knew how to cook, and well he was quite good at it. At least if the soccer career failed (bench x Rin canon)...you could get him to be a chef or something..or an English tutor although you know he wouldn't put up with that.

A/n: This is short ik man it's js a little thought of mine I was bored :,))

note: im stuck on writing this 1v1 against rin idk how to continue someone read what i got so far and help pls

ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘- ᯓ‎𝄞 ˎˊ˗ 𝔼𝕞𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕪, 𝔸𝕪𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕒 𝔼𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒

♪ᴵᶠ ᴵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵒᵗ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˡʸⁱⁿᵍ;

"ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ, ʰᵃⁿᵈˢᵒᵐᵉ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒʸ"♪

"phrase" deity beast of fate

"phrase" your internal thoughts

  You reached two minutes before the set time only to see you had rushed for nothing. The field remained barren, his shaggy figure nowhere to be seen. "Guess I was wrong for thinking he'd show up..."

  The clock struck 11.45 to the second, the door sliding open to reveal none other than the man himself. "There's no way you weren't waiting outside the door waiting till' the exact second to aura farm."

  "I could care less about such a tepid thing. This match; you and Blue Lock is nothing but a steppingstone to crush my brother." (ya'll might say it's out of character but ya'll are forgetting ts literally what he said when Isagi first played against him... completely unprompted btw)

  You hummed as the ball shot out of the wall-cannon, Ego once again repeating this match would be broadcasted to the whole of Blue Lock. "You must be fun at parties." You glanced at his solemn demeanor, waiting for the whistle to indicate you could start.

  "This isn't a party, it's a battlefield. If you think you came here to find some 'singer', you're gravely mistaken."

  "Are you real."

  On cue, the whistle cuts the one-sided banter. To no one's surprise, you start off with your classic slow-waltzing dribble. "Hah, this one looks like fun. It'll be easy with us against him though." The ostinato screeched in your ears.

  "Cut the whole 'teamwork' shit, it's making me puke."

  "Guess you get cranky after sleeping."

  Rin defends with little effort, his irises moving more than his body. You could feel each time he took note of every little move. The tilt of your foot, your immediate repositioning. The way you caught up to his thinking immediately, halting your steps. 

  "Tryna' get early lessons to my musical notation*?"

musical notation*

adverb visual representation of music

  You were faced with grave silence. An aggressive bass flowed into a crescendo*, the beast flashing pieces of your possible fate. One path showed if you had played normally; scoring the first point before Rin proceeded to score the next three. Another showed if you had forced another playstyle to conceal your one, Rin stealing the ball and scoring the first point with the following points being unknown.

crescendo* krɪˈʃɛndəʊ

noun the loudest point reached in a gradually increasing sound.

  In all paths of fate, there was no definite chance of you winning. A block, a shot; a goal. Never before had the ostinato skipped a note; a broken tune the prelude to your demise. "What now, soloist? Someone's reading your notes and outperforming you."

The abhorred beast was the only familiarity left in the room which bellowed a cacophony of mismatched tunes. "Hey, never stop fighting that God thing." Shidou's words replayed in your mind. Right, your match with Shidou. You had learnt to read his tempo too before he removed it completely, forcing you to move first.

  Yet it had been moments and Rin still hadn't moved. His jaw clenched in impatience but he stayed true to his philosophy, watching back in the stands as a fan in disguise.

  You knew you couldn't stand around forever. Who knows how long it takes for him to note down your playstyle to the beat even without seeing you in action?

Synthesis: What the BLLK boys call you when they get comfortable

a/n: wait chill cuz this is my first time writing after taking a break–also english isn't my first language. I apologize if my English sucks. Criticism is accepted!

ft. Isagi, Rin, Vivían Hugo, Bunny

Isagi-   He SPAMMSSS the pet name “honey”. It comes out once when he's sweetalking you now he can't stop. He’s addicted to it. And well, so are you. When the morning light peeks in through the windows his first instinct is to ask you, “did you sleep well, Honey?”. GOD this man will sneak the word honey into every single question he asks. He makes it known that he loves you. Not once will he ever call you any of the nicknames like “my bitch”. He’s the sweetest man known–with the sole exception of yukimiya. He’ll come home from practice and come up behind you while you’re doing something as he tenderly wraps his arms around you saying “honeeyyyyy”. Not once has he ever thought of never calling you that. 

Rin- He tries to act nonchalant but you know he’s just a gentle giant. “Darling” has snuck into his vocabulary ever since you settled down. “Darling, have you seen my cleats?” or “Are you coming to my game, Darling?”, are prime examples of how he adores sneaking it in. Once you try calling him out on it he denies ever softening up to you when you both know that’s a white lie. After you call him out on it he starts using darling on more….special occasions. The word holds a lot of meaning to Rin.

Vivian Hugo-  He believes destiny has once again succeeded him when he settled down with you. When you first met him you were fully desensitized to believe he HATED any fluff or romance due to his bulky, huge appearance–frightfully… he was a fiend for anything corny. Whether it was sweetly sickening pickup lines or taking you out on dates to view France’s skyline, he was coddling you with the nickname “Ma chérie”. Maybe it was all the romance books he spent reading that got to him. Somehow, sometime, and always he would call you “Ma chérie” with the most angelic tone. You’d think he fell straight from heaven with the cherubic mannerisms he has. He ends nights with  “I love you. sleep well, Ma chérie”