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જ⁀* Your Name

( rin itoshi x fem! reader )

❋ a/n — little post til i can figure out what to change !!

❋ word count — 700

❋ content — rin itoshi x fem! reader, everyone loves rin, airy finally overcoming her hatred for using "Y/N"!!, kinda angst, fluff, many different names used, not proofread

❋ synopsis — You're known as one thing and one thing only, Rin Itoshi's girlfriend.

── .* it's just not my year, but i'm all good out here

You’ve been called a lot of things.

Pretty. Polite. Quiet. 

But for the past few years, the world has settled on a single name for you — one that isn’t really yours.

Rin’s girl.

Not your own name, not even a nickname. Just that.

The title has slipped so seamlessly into the mouths of others that you’ve almost started to forget you ever had another.

Your parents don’t ask how you are — only how Rin is.

Your friends — the ones who still bother — greet you with, “How’s your boyfriend?” or “When’s Rin’s next match?”

Even his teammates’ girlfriends — women you’ve known for months — refer to you like a trophy on his shelf.

Oh, you’re Rin’s girl, right?

It’s not malicious. No one says it with venom.

But it’s never you.

Today is no different.

You’re half-listening to your mom on the phone, the receiver pressed between your ear and shoulder as you scroll idly through social media.

“So,” she says brightly, “how’s Rin?”

You tell her he’s fine, that he has a long run of being overseas for away games.

You don’t mention that you’ve been eating dinner alone for the past week, or that you’ve been waking up to a bed that feels far too cold.

When the call ends, the silence in your apartment swallows you whole.

You’re not someone people call to ask about you. They call to ask about him.

And without him here — without someone saying your name like it belongs to you — you feel yourself dissolving at the edges.

You scroll through the usual.

Match highlights. Paparazzi shots. Rin in interviews, stoic and unflinching. 

A few blurry fan photos where you’re just barely in the frame, not named, only captioned Rin Itoshi spotted leaving hotel with girlfriend.

Your phone buzzes. A DM from one of your old high school friends you lost contact with a while ago.

Hey, would you be able to get my family tickets for Rin’s next game?

You sigh, toss your phone aside, and curl deeper into the couch.

It’s been days since anyone said your name out loud.

The sound is so soft you almost miss it.

“Y/N?”

It’s not shouted, not even spoken with surprise — just quietly, like it’s been sitting in someone’s mouth for hours, waiting to be used.

You freeze, your eyes still on the flickering television screen. For a second, you think you imagined it. It’s been so long, and your brain isn’t used to the sound anymore.

Then you hear the familiar shuffle of sneakers by the door.

And when you turn —

He’s there.

Rin Itoshi. Your Rin.

He’s still in travel clothes, hair slightly messy from his hood, eyes tired but impossibly clear when they meet yours. 

His duffel bag is hanging off one shoulder, and the faintest smile tugs at his lips when you stand.

“You—” your voice comes out breathless, “you weren’t supposed to be back yet!”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

That’s all it takes. 

You cross the room faster than you realize, colliding into him with enough force to make him grunt softly before his arms wrap tight around your waist. His bag drops to the floor.

He smells like airport air and something faintly familiar — home.

You press your face into his shoulder, breathing him in, holding on like you can keep him here by force.

“I missed you,” you murmur against his hoodie.

“I missed you too,” he says easily, his voice low, calm. His hand strokes slowly up your back before settling at the base of your neck. “Missed saying your name.”

You laugh quietly, though it catches in your throat. “It’s been a while since I heard it.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you — eyes sharp, but not with annoyance. With focus. With slight confusion.

“Huh?” he asks plainly. “It’s such a beautiful name…perfect for me.” He says it like he truly can’t understand what anyone else would call you.

It’s not the most poetic thing you’ve ever heard, but coming from him, it’s perfect.

He says your name again. This time slower, softer. Like a promise.

That night, when you finally crawl into bed together, you fall asleep with the sound still echoing in your ears. 

Not Rin’s girl.

Not anyone’s plus one.

Just you.

And for the first time in weeks, you feel like you again.

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[airybcby]

I speed-ran the Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Cosmos movie just yesterday, and hot darn! The Inner Senshi got taken out so fast!

i don’t think i’ve seen this 😅 sorry

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maya. once again…a GENIUS

— 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒 | ft sae itoshi

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

✶ beautiful dividers by @hyuneskkami !!

liked by @realofficialclub, @shidouryusei and other 125K

@saebbg: omg his girlfriend is so lucky 🫠

@realbiggestfan: SAE I CAN BARK IF YOU WANT

@yourfavgymbro: this year’s goal: get a body like his 💪

@saeitoshimybf: no woman deserves this (except me)

saehubby 🩷

you: im sorry, THAT PHOTO??

you: i had to wait months for a photo from the gym, and your fans got one that easily?

you: just tell me to kms atp 💔

you: i hate my gf aaah boyfriend

saehubby 🩷: you’re just being dramatic.

saehubby 🩷: and i don’t hate you.

you: so why did you post that photo if you always say you hate social media 🤨🤨

saehubby 🩷: the hotel staff was honestly really nice this time. and also a lot of fans came for watch the game.

you: the entire staff ORRR just a girl??

you: because the photo was very 🫠 yknow what i mean

saehubby 🩷: you’re jealous?

saehubby 🩷: and of course no, you’re the one for me. you know that very well, mi vida.

you: yeah… sure… no another girl…

you: just a random photo, right?

liked by @iiitoshi.sae, @narcjsistx and other 109K

@yourfavgirlie: BODY SO TEA THAT THE BRITISH ARE COMING

@iloveynandsae: sometimes i dunno if i want to be her bf or her. love you girl 🫶 GO GIRL GIVE US A CHANCE

@blessedbymooon: you posted this after the one of sae? gosh girl if i were him id be insanely jealous of my gf 🙂‍↕️

@forthegirlsss.xoxo: im begging you, turn lesbian, i can’t go on without you 🫠🫠🫠💗💗💗

saehubby 🩷

saehubby 🩷: god, i hate it when you mess with my head like this.

saehubby 🩷: when you only do it to get on my nerves or make me jealous.

saehubby 🩷: isn’t that my shirt? the one i wore last time when i was talking to the japanese soccer director?

saehubby 🩷: you’re fucking beautiful.

you: you’re just being dramatic

saehubby 🩷: dont you love it when i get all dramatic just for you?

you: maybe

[airybcby]

HI AGAIN!!!! :DD I just finished haikyuu and attack on titan and I need some show recs😭😭

LOVE UUU

WELL HELLO!!

i have GREAT NEWS FOR YOU! i LOVE HAIKYUUUU

but i also have a confession…i didn’t like aot.

ANYWAY! if you think we have kinda similar taste, here’s my anime watchlist (missing a bit) and you can see my rankings !

but if you don’t wanna look through those, here are some i recommend!

- fruits basket (love it)

- fullmetal alchemist brotherhood (i’ve been telling everyone to watch)

- my love story with yamada kun at lvl 999 (so good)

- tokyo ghoul ( a classic !!)

[airybcby]

i have so many ideas but everything i write comes out like i’ve suddenly never written before 😞

[airybcby]

THEME CHANGE!! it's so bₑₐᵤₜᵢfᵤₗ lemons are lowk tasty some ppl don't like sour but I LOVE SOUR (u didn't need to know but it's okay😽)

anyway it's so cute I lob it!! 💕

xx

tyy!! lowkey don’t see a point in changing it since i’m going on hiatus soon but i couldn’t sleep and decided to do it😛

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plenty of ideas rn so i’m hoping to have a few fics queued up , at least one a day for the next week or so :)

i leave in 6 days for college and i’m so excited, maybe if i can find time to write there i will 😽

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ah. she was so naive. ofc i changed it again

new theme is DONE‼️ this is the last time it’ll change im sorry queenies 💔

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જ⁀* Take Me Away To You

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

❋ a/n — this is awful but spare me i haven't written in a while

❋ word count — 1.4k

❋ content — sae itoshi x fem! reader, i gave sae and rin a worse relationship, and awful parents, fluff, clumsy! reader, lowkey wannabe nonchalant! sae, kinda angst?, not proofread

❋ synopsis — Sae Itoshi says he'll stop catching you when you fall...but you know that's a lie.

── .* not trying to fall in love, but we did like children running

It was a perfectly normal afternoon until your tote bag decided to betray you.

You’d been strolling home from the market, humming to yourself, the sun warm on your shoulders. 

Everything was fine — until the strap slipped from your shoulder and you bent to grab it, promptly tripping over the edge of the sidewalk in the process.

You yelped, the bag tumbling from your grasp as oranges rolled dramatically down the sloped pavement like this was some slapstick comedy. 

One apple even landed with a thud in the gutter.

“Unbelievable.”

You blinked, turning your head to find Sae Itoshi standing there, hands in his pockets, expression as flat as ever.

His hair was blowing with the light breeze, and his eyes swept over you like he was assessing the damage before sighing.

“Sae? What are you—” you started, but he was already crouching, catching a runaway orange before it could roll into the street.

“You could probably get hurt walking in an empty room,” he muttered, dropping the fruit back into your bag.

You puffed your cheeks. “It wasn’t my fault! The sidewalk is uneven.”

He gave you a long look that said you’re hopeless. Without another word, he picked up your tote and handed it to you. “You’re lucky I was here.”

“Were you following me?” you teased, falling into step beside him.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he said, eyes forward. 

But you noticed he adjusted his pace so you wouldn’t trip again.

You’d never quite figured out why Sae always seemed to be there when you needed him. It wasn’t like you were close — or at least, that’s what he claimed.

He was sharp-tongued, cold to most people, and never went out of his way for anyone. Except, apparently, you.

Like last week, when you’d been caught in the rain without an umbrella. 

You’d been debating whether running the rest of the way home was worth getting soaked when suddenly, there he was, holding one over your head without looking at you.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he’d said.

“I can’t help it! I wasn’t expecting rain.”

“Do you ever check the weather?”

“I-”

“Be honest.” And with the way his eyes bore into you?

“...No,” you’d replied honestly.

He’d sighed then, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t catch, and walked you home in silence.

Today was no different. 

You were walking through the park together — or rather, you were walking, and Sae was “coincidentally” taking the same route — when you spotted a stray cat in the grass.

“Oh! Look at you, you’re so cute,” you cooed, kneeling down. The cat sniffed your hand, then rubbed against your palm.

“You’re going to get scratched,” Sae said flatly.

“No, I’m good with animals.”

As if on cue, the cat swiped at your wrist.

“Ow! Okay, maybe not all animals…” you winced, pulling back.

Sae sighed, pulling a folded handkerchief from his pocket. “Hold still.”

You blinked up at him. “You carry one of those?”

“It’s not for you,” he lied, dabbing at the small scratch. “You really are a mess, you know that?”

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah… but you always help me anyway. Thank you.”

He didn’t reply, but you swore his ears turned the faintest shade of pink.

A few days later, you found yourself walking toward Sae’s house without much thought. 

You’d been meaning to return a scarf he’d lent you — though you’d accidentally kept it for a week — and figured you might as well drop by and hang out with him.

…Because he didn’t have any other friends is what you teased.

Totally not because you wanted to see him. Never

You were halfway up the porch when you froze.

“…hate you!” That was Rin’s voice, sharp and loud.

 “Good,” Sae’s voice shot back, low but heated. “I hate you too.”

You stood there, heart in your throat, listening as the words grew uglier, venom laced in each one.

“I’ll hate you until I’m dead,” Rin said. “Make that forever,” Sae answered.

The sound of something slamming — a chair, maybe — rattled through the house. Footsteps thundered toward the door, and before you could open it, they went away- sounding like they were going up.

You were frozen for about 5 minutes before slowly opening the door, stepping inside and looking around, “Hey…Rin-” 

The darker haired, younger brother didn’t even bother to look at you, immediately hitching his thumb towards the stairs, “He’s upstairs.”

You nodded, sure, you wanted to help him and ask what was wrong, but you didn’t talk to Rin much. Actually, never.

“Thank you…” You mumbled before going upstairs. 

You found him in his room, sitting on the floor with his back against the bed, one arm draped over a raised knee and the other hand covering his eyes.

“I can come back later,” you whispered, hovering by the doorway.

“Don’t.” His voice was rougher than usual, not cold — just tired.

You crossed the room and sank down beside him, tucking your knees in. You didn’t say anything at first, letting the silence stretch. Then, quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He didn’t look at you, but after a long moment, the words started to spill.

“He started soccer because of me,” Sae said. “Rin. I wanted him to look at me and think I was… worth something.” A humorless laugh. 

“And for a while, I thought I was. I was better. I am better. But then he started catching up. And suddenly, our parents…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

“They go to his games,” he continued, voice low. “They talk about his goals, his plays. They barely ask about mine. It’s like the second he was born, I stopped existing. Like I’m some old toy they threw in a box when the new one came along.”

Your chest tightened. “Sae…”

“I know I’m good. I know I’m the best,” he said, almost to himself. “But they don’t see it. They don’t want to see it. And no matter how much I hate him—” 

His voice cracked on the word, “—it’s because he took everything I thought was mine.”

Before you could think, you reached out, wrapping your arms around him. For a moment, he didn’t move — then his head lowered to your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck.

It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but you felt the way his shoulders shook once. Then again.

You held him tighter, fingers brushing through his hair. “You’re not replaceable,” you murmured. “Not to me. I promise.”

He didn’t answer. But his hand came to rest lightly against your back, and in the quiet that followed, you knew he didn’t have to.

A few nights later, you were in his kitchen under the excuse of returning his scarf again. 

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching as you poured tea with a questionable level of coordination.

“You’re hopeless,” he said, but his voice was softer this time.

“Hey, I’m getting better! I only spilled half as much as last time.”

“Congratulations. You’re still a mess.”

You set the kettle down and shot him a mock glare. “If I’m such a mess, why do you keep putting up with me?”

The words slipped out before you could stop them. You expected him to dodge the question or even make fun of you, but instead, he pushed off the counter and stepped closer, his gaze steady.

“Because I want to,” he said simply.

Your heart skipped. “You… want to?”

He nodded, not looking away. “I don’t care if you trip every day or forget the weather or… talk to stray cats that scratch you. I like being here. With you.”

Your breath caught. “Sae…”

His hand came up, fingers brushing the side of your face. It wasn’t rushed, just a quiet, deliberate touch, like he’d been thinking about it for a long time. 

“So if you want me gone, you’d better say it now.”

You shook your head instantly. “I don’t. You know I don’t.”

That was all it took — he leaned in, kissing you with the same quiet certainty he did everything else. It wasn’t fireworks or chaos, just warmth, steady and sure, like he’d already decided long ago this was where he belonged.

A week later, you were once again walking home from the market, balancing far too many bags, when your foot caught on the curb. You yelped, teetering forward — and this time, a steady hand caught your elbow before you could fall.

“You’d trip on air,” Sae murmured, just like the first day.

You grinned, leaning into him. “Good thing I’ve got you, then.”

He didn’t argue. Just took the bags from your hands, holding them with one arm while his other stayed around your shoulders, steering you forward. 

And even though he’d never say it out loud, you knew — just like you knew the sun would rise tomorrow — that he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

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hehe! theme updated!!!!

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i refuse to fix up my masterlists to match my theme until i'm actually posting again :3 (uh...idk when and im lazy)

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sigh i want a theme change but…1) what’s the point and 2) i don’t feel like changing everything again

( i’ll probably do it tn. can’t sleep )

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sigh…i want to kms after the most recent chapter of tffbwd :,)

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helen. you’re a genius

afab!reader, fluff

“barbie has a great day every day, but ken only has a great day if barbie looks at him.”

never would anyone—well, maybe except for sae—have ever imagined that you and rin would be a perfect match to this audio. after long and torturous years (it was 1 hour) of begging him, rin finally sighed and took you to the grammys with him, knowing damn well that you only went there to see your favorite singers. but you were his wife, so how could he say no?

but now he’s regretting his decisions. horribly so.

he’s sitting next to a few artists, sipping champagne, while you’re chatting away and geeking out about your favorite singers and talking to them like a kid talking to ‘santa claus’ (the fake ones at the mall). rin sighed, trying to talk to you. you ignored him. he reached out to your hand, gripping it softly—you still ignored him.

you haven’t talked to him this whole night.

on social media, there were already tiktoks blowing up about how rin looked like a dog waiting for its owner next to you. others were talking about how down bad he was. some were even calling him a bottom. in any case, it was a rare instance when the entire internet was in agreement about something: rin was hopelessly devoted to you.

and he even looks like he’s sulking. his eyes slightly more narrow than usual, the aggressive tapping of his foot. and finally—finally, when the event is over and you’re both leaving, you kiss him on the cheek and say “thanks so much, rin”, his entire mood lights up.

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no one. AND I MEAN NO ONE. understands how sad the last episode of fruits basket (the 3rd season, not the movie) makes me.

especially the last bit abt their future and grandkids. OHHHH JUST SHOOT ME

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somebody help idk what to watch next 💔💔 binged all of fruba and i want to keep the silly goofy romance vibes going but im also incredibly picky

hehe just yapping :3

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s2 of fruits basket done 😛 i’m gonna try and get through s3 today too !!

next watch is honey lemon soda😼