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rin + spicy + cuddling + best friends to lovers w.c. 1k+

note. thank youu <3 this made me realize that i don't have a talent for writing suggestive pieces but there is ALWAYS room for improvement ig 😭 i tried my best here, i hope you enjoy T^T

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lately, rin’s been finding it exceptionally difficult to act like he’s not madly in love with you.

he tries his best to hold it in, to not let the years of longing seep out in his words and the way he treats you. but you— so oblivious, blind, unaware of the effect you have on him— just never makes it easy. you’re so affectionate that it drives him insane, you’re so affectionate with him that his mind starts to blur the line between being your best friend and something more. maybe it’s simply because he’s touch deprived, or maybe it’s another thing, but when your arms wrap behind his neck to pull him in for a hug, his mind blanks. 

except, for one thought: how badly he wants to be something more to you. 

especially now, when you’re laying beside him, limbs intertwined with his own as you cuddle up against his side. hugs between best friends are normal, that, he’s aware of. but this isn’t— this is all too much for being just best friends. the way your face is buried in his neck, hands laying casually on his chest, and the way his arms hang around your waist, hands dipping dangerously low. it’s not normal, but the two of you sure act like it is. 

it doesn’t help that when you’re in his arms, his mind always wanders off to thoughts of what it would be like to be officially yours (though, he’s been unofficially yours since the day he met you.) he always starts to wonder what it would feel like to be able to hug you and kiss you freely, the way he wants, and say what he could never say to you. to know you in a way he doesn’t know you, right now. it’s a dangerous place for his mind to wander into, because it makes him want to spill. to confess. 

and as your hands start to trail across his chest, fingers idly drawing a line up and up, until you’re tracing his collarbones and then the line of his jaw delicately— rin has to force his eyes shut. it takes everything in him to calm the way his mind starts to blank, yet go into overdrive, all at the same time. alternating between a state of not being able to think, to thinking too much. 

he’s glad you can’t see him, not in the state that he’s in right now. ears and cheeks flaring in bright red, brows tightly pinched together, and absolutely gritting his teeth that it’s almost painful. the look of pure restraint. but he’s sure you can feel him, the way his skin burns underneath your finger, the way his jaw tightens up, and the way his pulse quickens in the joint between his neck and jaw. you could probably feel the way his grip tightens ever so slightly, and his chest starting to rise and fall at a ragged pace, matching his erratic heartbeat, too.

it’s no surprise that you’re able to tell almost immediately, sweetly asking, “something on your mind, rin?” yet, it catches him off guard. he barely processes your words, still trying to yank himself out of his never-ending thoughts. “you’re extra tense today,” you say against the skin of his neck, and he barely hears that too.  

rin lets out a shaky, almost inaudible breath. he’s about to shrug it off, to tell you, “it’s nothing,” and then spend the remainder of the time fighting his urges. the words are about to roll off his tongue, the same way he’d practiced over and over, throughout the years. he’s so close to denying himself of his feelings again.

but then, he freezes. 

he feels the way your finger leaves its spot from his jaw, going even further up— something you had never done before— until your index is ghosting over the line of his bottom lip. “come on, you can tell me.” you trace the curve agonizingly slow as you speak, and it tickles, but somehow feels oddly euphoric. tempting him. “i’m your best friend, aren’t i?” 

he picks up the tone in your voice; so innocent sounding, yet so cunning, that makes him feel like he's fallen right into your trap. like you'd been waiting for this moment, all along. testing him, pushing his limits, waiting for him to snap.

had this been your plan all along?

your voice, as you say best friend, lingers; the word echoes in his mind, repeating until your voice eventually fades into nothing.

and he does— he snaps.

one of his hands leaves the comfort of your waist, flying up to grip onto your wrist like it’s the only thing tying him down to his sanity. but he’s long gone, and thoughts of preserving whatever type of friendship this was was no longer at the forefront of his mind. just you, him, and more of you. 

for a second, a reasoning thought does flash across his mind— you can’t go back from this, rin— right as he yanks you up by the wrist, forcing you to face him. but the thought disappears as quickly as it came, and is erased with the image of you peering down at him, and he forces down a gulp. he doesn’t miss the look of surprise that swirls in your irises, but it’s even harder to miss the look of satisfaction? that darkens in your eyes. 

he's breathing heavily, staring into your eyes, and he's sure there's a crazed look in his, the exact reaction you wanted, from the way your lips curl at the sight of him.

"go on," you egg him on.

and it works. he pulls you down, roughly at that, until his lips are mere millimeters away from yours.

“i don't want to be your best friend. i’m sick of pretending,” rin whispers lowly against your lips, trying to speak through his clenched jaw, voice audibly restrained and teetering on the line of desperation, “that i don't want more from you.”

© rindreamery, 2024

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME AAAGGGGGHHHHHFH DE HAVHAVBARBAKKKRKKRKRKTKK

pov you and sae's daughter pranks that she has a boyfriend when really she's just playing love and deepspace, featuring overprotective rin. word count: 1k. itoshi sae x f!reader and you're married

"I have a boyfriend."

There's a beat of silence, two, as your daughter stares at Sae. He barely glances up from where he's making two hot cups of tea at the kitchen counter. "Okay."

"Dad, I'm serious."

He nods, tea leaves carefully strained in his hand. "Okay."

"Is that all you have to say?"

He watches as the color seeps into the water, and offhandedly wonders whether this conversation really has to interrupt his tea-making. She could be interrupting an event. Or an interview.

"Is there something I'm supposed to say?"

"I don't know?? Like — Who is he? What's his name? Does he treat you well?"

"Who is he. What's his name. Does he treat you well."

His deadpan tone clearly doesn't entertain, as his daughter all but collapses onto the kitchen counter.

"Y'know, this is why nobody likes you."

"Your mom likes me." It's true. Probably. There's two cups of tea on the counter, after all. You'll at least love him when he hands you one.

"I heard mom call you a frigid bitch with her friend the other day."

"That's nice of her."

Steam billows into the air as Rin swipes down the stairs and pads through the kitchen, frowning at the sink before rolling his sleeves up, soap bubbling up the sponge that froths in his hand.

And like the little fox she is, she sets her sights on a new target with a wicked grin.

"Rin-niisan,” there’s an airy, sing-song tune to her voice, but all it grants her is a vaguely annoyed look. Even she’s surprised at his lack of danger sense, like maybe this man needs to be studied. “I have a boyfriend."

A plate slips in Rin's hand, clanging on its descent. "Ha?"

He flips around, hands still elbow-deep in the sink. "What? What are you telling me for?" He juts his chin out to Sae. "Say something."

Sae just raises an eyebrow that earns a tch from Rin. The sink turns on, then shuts off, then turns on again, as if exposing how Rin's mind runs.

"Bring him over."

It sounds like a perfectly innocent statement, except for the way Rin's voice lowers, his gaze turned cutting behind his fringe.

That has both Sae and your daughter straightening. "He's probably just a kid," Sae reassures.

"Doesn't matter." A plate screeches as it's dropped into the drying rack. "Bring him over."

Sae thinks he just watched his daughter regret the entire conversation in one fell swoop. Maybe she shouldn't have brought it up, if just for the mysterious boyfriend's preservation, or the sanctity of his ego before Rin hits him with his intent-to-kill.

"What's going on?" Your slippers slide across the tile, the tell-tale sign of a savior.

"Your kid has a boyfriend." Rin lectures quickly, as if there's finally a real adult here to handle the situation.

"What?" You almost trip as you skid across the floor, and Sae moves to stabilize you with ease.

"What did you say?" You turn to Sae in a hushed tone that everyone can hear.

"I said okay."

You blink at him. He blinks at you back.

"Okay?"

Your daughter swings her phone to point at Sae. "I told you you're supposed to say something."

"It's fine," you wave his nonchalance away, "I'll set the precedent then. What's his name? What's he like? Does he treat you well? Wait, you told Rin before me?" You turn to Rin, "What did you say?"

"Rin wants to kill him." Both Sae and your daughter say in unison.

Rin shrugs in your direction. "At least I said something."

"I knew it was coming." Sae hits back easily.

"You knew?" You ask with a tone like it's an allegation and Sae wonders if maybe this is the time to give you that tea. "What are you, some kind of prophet? Tell us the lottery numbers next."

"She's been smiling at her phone. I figured she'd tell us when she was ready."

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

"Okay! No murder, no boyfriend!" Your daughter claps. "This was all a prank! I was just joking!"

There's another clank into the sink as Rin groans. At this point, Sae's not sure if the dishes will make it past this conversation.

"Then what's on your phone?"

"I started playing this otome game — Look! It even has an introduce to the parents function!"

Sae takes the phone from her hands as she shows you both, which she allows disgruntledly.

"Mm. He's very polite." He hands the phone back to her.

Rin looks over your daughter's shoulder, hands still dotted with soap, then scoffs. "So a virtual boyfriend? He doesn't even look real."

You raise your eyebrows at him. "I think that's the point. I used to play one of those too."

"You. Played a game with a virtual boyfriend." It's almost a question, Sae's hand sliding across the countertop. "Was this when we were dating?"

"Oh, so that you react to?" Your daughter huffs.

"I think a 'virtual boyfriend' is a little much. I played a video game."

"A dating video game." Your daughter wiggles her eyebrows at you. "That simulates dates." She looks at Sae pointedly. "It's immersive."

Her magic works on him a little too well, because subtle concern fills his face. "How immersive?"

You give him an incredulous look. "He's not even real."

"Give it to me." Sae makes a give-it-here gesture to your daughter's phone, which she of course responds with by holding it closer to her chest. Because she's a teenager. Her phone is sacred. "What else does he say?"

"You know what, dad. I suddenly have had a change of heart. I think we should aaall pretend I didn't say anything."

Rin almost snorts, the kitchen towel flung through his hands before being put meticulously back over the handle. "You should've thought of that before."

"I'm just tryna lighten the mood out here! Jeez, you're all so serious."

"Rin almost went to jail for what you just said." You jab.

"Or your parents could've gotten divorced." Rin bats back.

"Nobody is getting divorced." The side-eye Sae gives Rin is lethal. "Don't joke about that."

Oh. That reminds him. He takes both mugs and hands you one.

"Wah, thank you!" You get on your tippy-toes as you press a kiss to his cheek, your smile so wide it makes him give you a shy little upturn of his mouth back. "I love you."

Sae turns and pointedly looks straight at his kid. She rolls her eyes.

credits to tangerinedarker on ao3 for calling sae a frigid bitch in their various fics, i thought that was hilarious and it lives in my head rent free HAHA

in my mind reader called her friend to tell them after bachira texts her “how’s your frigid bitch of a husband” bc in tangerinedarker’s chat fic bachira was the one that came up w the nickname :D

now what rlly pmo abt the blue lock fandom is when people say that rin and sae are similar in personality or if people give those two the same reactions to things, because they are VERY different people.

sae is a completely nonchalant guy. he’s more or less emotionless around most people, and he doesn’t really get mad or even slightly irritated unless someone gives him random physical affection (shidou). he’s rude because he says whatever is on his mind, no matter how rude it is or how much “erm actually” energy it gives, although sae also isn’t afraid of complimenting someone as he complimented Isagi at the end of the u20 arc. basically, sae has a pretty dry personality.

rin is similar on the outside, but certainly not the inside. rin tries to be nonchalant in order to imitate sae, but rin is the least from nonchalant. he gets mad easily, he’s got the emotional maturity of a child, and speaks rudely even though it usually isn’t what he actually thinks. rin knows that isagi is just as good as he is, but he always says something rude at isagi out of insecurity and to imitate sae. so to sum it up, sae is just a dry asshole with not a whole lot of brightness to him. meanwhile, rin pretends to be nonchalant but is the opposite.

rin has anger issues and emotional management issues, and sae just has issues in general.

So like reader and Sae being childhood sweethearts but when he leaves for Spain

He doesn’t contact anyone (he said some words to us, bad things💔during that snowy night) but when he come backs, he sees us hugging or something romantic(?) with Rin

Sae angst my savior🥀 if this even makes sense

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: someone i survived !

synopsis: after sae itoshi broke your heart with cruel words and colder silence, you finally begin to heal and find comfort in his brother.

sae itoshi x reader / rin itoshi x reader ⭑ angst / childhood sweethearts to strangers / rin's the better brother + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: BYE this destroyed me

"don't wait for me."

that was the last thing he said.

but it wasn't the worst.

the worst were the words that came before that, bitten out through clenched teeth, eyes colder than winter rain like he couldn't stand the sight of you anymore.

"the thing between us? it's nothing."

you'd thought he was angry. tired or scared, maybe. that if you held on just a little longer, he would say he didn't mean it.

but he only kept going.

"i'm not going to waste my life on some high school fantasy. you're too clingy, too emotional. how am i supposed to focus when you're always acting like this forever?"

it was like every sentence stripped something off your bones.

you stood there on the curb, blinking back tears in the lamplight, your fingers twitching with the need to reach for him, even as he carved you open with each breath.

he didn't look sorry nor did he look conflicted.

"you're just a distraction, y/n. i don't need that where i'm going."

he left you crying in the cold. he never turned around. not once.

and in the years that followed, not a single message came through. not a single call. you waited in the dark for a while, hoping he would come to his senses. hoping the sae you loved would wake up and remember what you meant to each other.

but the silence spoke louder than anything else ever could.

so you forced yourself to move on. to stop searching for his name in your notifications. to scroll past every football update account that may post about him with glowing headlines and pixelated match clips.

to stop hoping you'd hear his voice in some interview or press conference, that he'd accidentally let your name slip through the cracks of his cold, practiced exterior.

you buried the softness he once coaxed out of you, the version of yourself that believed in fairy tales and forever, and learned how to live like you didn't need him. like he hadn't cracked your world open and then walked away from the wreckage without so much as glancing back.

even when it still hurt. even when the pain became part of you. and now, years later, he was back.

not in headlines, not on a screen. he was here.

it was winter when he came back, late january. the air bit, the sky was heavy with clouds. snow clung to the bare trees like it, too, had refused to let go of something.

he hadn't planned to see you. or maybe he did. maybe something in him had known he'd find you in the places that once belonged to both of you.

the park.

your park.

he spotted you from across the field. it took him a moment to recognize you, bundled up in a thick coat, cheeks pink from the cold, laughing like you hadn't laughed in years.

you looked pretty, stunning even. but you weren't alone.

rin was with you.

sae's little brother. the one he'd left behind too. the one who never asked questions when he packed his bags and shut the door on everything and everyone.

rin was laughing too as you hurled a handful of snow at him. he ducked, barely missing it, then lunged for you. you shrieked, running backward but you slipped.

you fell with a soft thud, landing right on top of him.

neither of you moved. and then you laughed again, brighter this time, eyes crinkled and shining. rin just lay there, looking up at you like you were the only thing worth seeing.

sae felt it like a knife to the ribs. you looked... happy.

not healed, not whole, but getting there. with his little brother on your side. without him.

he stood still, breath clouding in the cold as he watched the life he could've had play out without him.

you hadn't seen him yet and for a moment, he hoped you wouldn't.

because what would he even say?

i didn't mean it?

i was young, scared and selfish?

what is rin doing here with you?

none of it would undo the way you'd looked that night when he told you you were nothing. none of it would take away the pain he saw etched into your smile now, joy won from a grief he had caused.

sae itoshi, who was always so sure and so right, suddenly had nothing to say.

he'd come back a stranger.

and rin, rin who was always just a step behind, who admired his big brother, had taken his place.

he had earned the softness sae once crushed in his hands like it meant nothing.

and sae... sae was just someone you used to love.

someone you had survived.

and that was the cruelest part of all.

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

Just remembered I have free will and Im an artist

this is giving sanzu vibes ngl..