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the funny thing is blue lock isn't even my favorite anime but i can't even post about bc because the black clover fandom is kind of dead 😭 yes i do love rin but nacht will always be my #1 babygirl

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three words, millions of unspoken thoughts

611 words, VERY descriptive writing, completely gender neutral

Rin is not a man of many words—hell, he even tends to hide his feelings most of the time. He’s as cold as ice, as stoic as a stone, but contrary to popular belief, he’s not a shallow person. Beneath the surface of his seemingly impassive demeanor, a complex and damaged character lies within. Despite the frosty exterior, there are moments when vulnerability seeps through, like cracks in the facade of an ancient statue weathered by time. It's in those rare instances that glimpses of his true self emerge—in those moments that include you, his lover.

He’s not a perfect lover. Communication is not his strongest suit. He may say a ton of venomous words, but not once did he lay a hand on you. He is cold but calm, straightforward yet loving. Despite his flaws in communication, there is an unmistakable tenderness in the way he shows you his love. It's as if beneath the jagged exterior lies a reservoir of untapped warmth, waiting to be discovered by those patient enough to delve into the enigma that is Itoshi Rin.

There’s a saying that words can only be forgiven and not forgotten, and that’s how it should always be! Whenever your boyfriend makes a mistake, he is always quick to say, “I was wrong.” Relationships are not always about the amount of love a person can give. Love is endless; it has no boundaries—yet it would also always explore the depths of understanding, patience, and forgiveness.

“Please forgive me. I’ll do better.” With the trust you have in Rin, you know that he would never break his promises. It was a phrase he uttered not out of mere obligation but with a genuine intention to evolve, to unravel the complexities within himself—to prove to everyone that he is not just an insanely good football player but the Itoshi Rin who will forever choose to love you more with each passing day.

“I missed you” is what he religiously says after every flight towards you, his home. His teammates would always tease him whenever they saw him running towards you like a loose dog on a leash. He was lovesick, devoured by pure love. And speaking from his heart, he would not have it any other way. In those moments, as he held you close, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist. The teasing remarks of his teammates faded into background noise, drowned out by the symphony of his heartbeat syncing with yours. Love, unrestrained and genuine, painted a vivid portrait of his devotion—a sentiment he proudly wore, unafraid of being teased or judged. To him, the joy of reuniting with you was worth every playful remark, every knowing smile from those who witnessed the affection that enveloped him in your presence.

And then, like a seamlessly woven thread in his system, he whispered softly, “I love you.” He couldn’t help but share his true feelings when you were near by his side. Rin hated being seen as vulnerable, yet when you were there, vulnerability transformed into a strength that he would proudly wear on his sleeve.

He loves you more than three words could ever explain. Millions of unspoken thoughts, yet no words would be able to capture the happiness and love he feels in your presence. With the ring box discreetly placed inside his luggage, he eagerly anticipates the moment when he can vow to build a promising tomorrow with you—a future where every expression of love resonates deeper, and where his unspoken thoughts find eloquent expression in finely crafted words. Until that cherished moment arrives, he holds onto these four hidden words, powerful enough to convey his true feelings, saving them for the day he kneels before you.

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Okay i'm going to sleep now because my insomnia and mental health issues (homosexuality and depression they're practically the same thing /s ) are slowly making me lose the idgaf war. Thank you for the support!

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Thank you for taking time out of your day to lurk through rin's tags and reading my fic. Your notes are genuinely appreciated. Send me your thoughts through asks !! i read them i promise >___<

warnings: a bit suggestive, definitely not jealous!rin

💌: this fic is a little rushed because i just couldn't take this off my mind.. anyhow, please do enjoy reading :]

It was in the middle of the night, and you and Rin were wide awake, trying to bake a cake to satisfy your cravings. Keyword: TRYING. It’s not like you suck at baking, no, it’s far from that! It’s just that you’re easily distracted… and Rin knows that all too well.

“Y/N, for the sake of finishing this recipe, please stop playing on your phone,” Rin asked with annoyance evident in his voice. You chose a hard recipe, to begin with, and all you were doing was watching random edits of your favorite KPOP idols on TikTok… He’s not jealous or anything, he’s far from that! He’s just wondering why you would get the need to look at other men while he was... right there.

“Wait, I just need to—”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, fine, sorry! Where were we again?”

“You could’ve followed through the recipe if you chose to hide your phone in some place far away to keep you from getting distracted,”

You rolled your eyes, earning a small chuckle from your boyfriend. With nothing else to do, you stared at him while he mixed the batter. Even the smell couldn’t distract you from the fact that your boyfriend’s arm veins were prominent. VERY prominent. He was mixing the batter too hard, to the point that Rin’s superficial veins could be seen from a distance but hey! Who were you to complain? You were enjoying the view.

“Wow. You must like what you’re seeing,” Rin asked with a playful yet suspicious tone. He dropped the whisk down on a clean tissue and started to walk towards you.

He hugged you from behind while you were still zoned out, processing what you still just seen. You knew that your boyfriend was muscular, but you never really noticed how much until today. You roamed your hands vertically on his arms, feeling every prominent vein there was.

Turning around with a slight smile on your face, you were surprised with a Rin whose cheeks were rosy red.

“How cute!”

“Fuck you.”

“To answer your statement earlier, for the record, I do like what I was seeing. But the thing is…”

“What?” he asked with a confused tone

“I’ve seen better.” “Oh really?”

With Rin looking as annoyed as ever, it was safe to say that no baking was done that night.

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warnings: major character death (cancer is a bitch), reader uses she/her pronouns, purely angst (if you hate open endings, this story is not for you)

💌: my first non-rin fic everybody REJOICE! i missed gojo's annoying ass so i decided to take matters into my own hands and write gojo angst... i love gojo i swear... will probably delete if this flops because i'm an insecure (insert bad word)

“Hey Satoru! Let’s go stargazing. I heard that a shooting star would be visible today. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of it…”

My wife had always been a fan of the night sky. Whenever she gets the chance to stargaze, she grabs it with little to no hesitation. Her obsession with the constellations was one of the things I always admired her for. The way the sparkling stars seemingly reflect on her eyes whenever she talks about the things she likes, the way her smile acts like a black hole that pulls you in, the way everything about her is enough to create a whole new universe— Y/N, to say the least, was the moon that provided luminosity to my darkened world. Even in the midst of life's chaos and uncertainties, she found solace in the quiet expanse of the night sky. I remember countless nights spent with her, wrapped in blankets, our fingers tracing the celestial patterns above.

There was one thing my perfect Y/N was insecure about though— it was her cancer. The disease that was eating her life away. We found out about her cancer two years ago when routine check-ups turned into a series of alarming medical discoveries. It started with subtle signs—unexplained fatigue, an unexpected weight loss, and persistent, nagging pain that refused to be dismissed.

Y/N, always the optimist, initially brushed off these symptoms as the ordinary challenges of a hectic life. Yet, as the discomfort persisted, we both knew we couldn't ignore it any longer. Reluctantly, she agreed to consult with doctors, hoping for a quick resolution to what we assumed might be a passing ailment.

The first doctor's visit led to a battery of tests—blood work, scans, and biopsies. Each result was like a sentence in a suspenseful novel, unveiling a plot neither of us had anticipated. The diagnosis came with a heavy weight—the word "cancer" echoed in the sterile walls of the doctor's office, shattering our whole existence.

In that moment, Y/N's perfect world crumbled. The night sky, once a source of solace, seemed distant and indifferent. The constellations that once brought joy now hung in the balance of uncertainty. It was a cosmic irony that someone who cherished life so fully was now faced with a threat that sought to steal it away.

From that point on, our lives became a series of hospital visits, treatment plans, and emotional roller coasters but our hobby of stargazing has never really gone away. As the treatments were slowly taking a toll on her mental health, my beloved still found solace in the darkness of the night sky. The night sky, although temporarily dimmed by the challenges we faced, remained a constant, casting a soft glow on our weary hearts, reminding us that amidst the trials, some things endure.

Now as I sit on a hospital chair, holding my partner's wired hands, we wait for the shooting star to come by and give my wife a moment of celestial serenity amidst the sterile confines of the medical facility. The rhythmic beeping of machines and the antiseptic scent of the hospital faded into the background as we focused on the night sky beyond the window.

In that quiet moment, with the shooting star making its presence known, I find myself silently wishing, 'I wish for her sickness to go away.' Though I never believed in the power of wishes, I, for once, gather the courage to do the things that I accepted to be total bullshit. 

For Y/N, I was willing to do everything. And we did try everything. Every treatment, every hospital in the country, every doctor— the least they could do was numb the pain. Within those two years, the stars in her eyes began to dim. They lost their usual shimmer. Y/N stopped talking about the things she liked. Her once boundless energy was starting to reach its lowest. My beloved who was always the strongest of the two of us, for once, wanted to give up. 

And I allowed her to do so.

Not all stars can contain their glow; even the universe would one day come to an end. If she chooses to give up, who was I to stop her? In the depths of my soul, I battled with a selfish desire to cling desperately to the person I cherished, to deny her the choice of surrendering to the pain. But as I looked into her eyes, clouded with the heaviness of suffering, I couldn't muster the selfishness to keep her from the peace she sought. In those moments, love meant releasing her from the grasp of agony, even if it meant letting go of a future we once dreamt of together.

Months after she passed away, I stand alone under the night sky, continuing the tradition she cherished so much. Looking at the sky has become my way of connecting with her as if she’s still there, and it always works. The star I dedicated to her always stood out to me. Whenever I'm at my lowest, its radiant glow sends a silent message that in the darkest of nights, stars always shine the brightest.

As I gazed at a shooting star falling from the sky, I made one last wish. ‘Please take me to where she is,’

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warnings: a bit suggestive, definitely not jealous!rin

💌: this fic is a little rushed because i just couldn't take this off my mind.. anyhow, please do enjoy reading :]

It was in the middle of the night, and you and Rin were wide awake, trying to bake a cake to satisfy your cravings. Keyword: TRYING. It’s not like you suck at baking, no, it’s far from that! It’s just that you’re easily distracted… and Rin knows that all too well.

“Y/N, for the sake of finishing this recipe, please stop playing on your phone,” Rin asked with annoyance evident in his voice. You chose a hard recipe, to begin with, and all you were doing was watching random edits of your favorite KPOP idols on TikTok… He’s not jealous or anything, he’s far from that! He’s just wondering why you would get the need to look at other men while he was... right there.

“Wait, I just need to—”

“Y/N.”

“Okay, fine, sorry! Where were we again?”

“You could’ve followed through the recipe if you chose to hide your phone in some place far away to keep you from getting distracted,”

You rolled your eyes, earning a small chuckle from your boyfriend. With nothing else to do, you stared at him while he mixed the batter. Even the smell couldn’t distract you from the fact that your boyfriend’s arm veins were prominent. VERY prominent. He was mixing the batter too hard, to the point that Rin’s superficial veins could be seen from a distance but hey! Who were you to complain? You were enjoying the view.

“Wow. You must like what you’re seeing,” Rin asked with a playful yet suspicious tone. He dropped the whisk down on a clean tissue and started to walk towards you.

He hugged you from behind while you were still zoned out, processing what you still just seen. You knew that your boyfriend was muscular, but you never really noticed how much until today. You roamed your hands vertically on his arms, feeling every prominent vein there was.

Turning around with a slight smile on your face, you were surprised with a Rin whose cheeks were rosy red.

“How cute!”

“Fuck you.”

“To answer your statement earlier, for the record, I do like what I was seeing. But the thing is…”

“What?” he asked with a confused tone

“I’ve seen better.” “Oh really?”

With Rin looking as annoyed as ever, it was safe to say that no baking was done that night.

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BLUE LOCK

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>> ♡ Now playing, Hydrangea Love by Tomorrow X Together

RIN ITOSHI 🎶

Until the end of time (fluff)

overthinker rin activate! (fluff)

the ultimate freedom is found in your embrace (angst)

what exactly does love mean to rin? (fluff)

rin and his arm veins (fluff, kind of suggestive)

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tw: might be ooc idk, implied idol!reader, deeply in love rin (He's finally back so the rin drought is finally over ♡)

What exactly does love mean to Rin?

Is love the feeling that washes over him whenever he sees you sing and dance on stage? Is love the anger that overtakes his whole being when he sees your boundaries getting disrespected by your so-called “fans”? Is love the jealousy he feels when he sees you interacting with another man?

One might think that love is solely a feeling or emotion often associated with romantic relationships, but no. This perspective often overlooks the reality that love is not exactly the butterflies you feel during intimate interactions— love is not just about the thrill of romantic gestures. Love goes beyond fleeting emotions and passionate moments— love is free. 

Love is when you both go out to buy ice cream in the middle of the night and get mauled by random paparazzi asking if you are dating. Love is when he held you as you cried because your career was on the bridge of failing. Love is when you exchange affirmations saying that both of you will get through this together.

Love is when you both risk losing your careers just to be with each other.

To Rin, his football career may be important but you are not worth losing. Even if the world decides to turn against him for having a significant other, even if his manager berates him for not being more careful— he will never regret taking that risk.

Love is a concept with a thousand definitions, but for Rin, it solidifies in the unwavering commitment to stand by each other despite the relentless backlash. To him, love encompasses everything worth fighting for. In its truest form, love is unequivocally, undeniably, you.

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🎥 A spring breeze washes through when you call out my name

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The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the beach in a warm, golden hue. As gentle waves kissed the shore, you sat together on a cozy picnic blanket, while Rin strummed his acoustic guitar. Although you both stood on the precipice of adulthood, teenagers on the verge of assuming life's weighty responsibilities, in this moment, you and Rin were nothing more than carefree kids.

Building sandcastles, serenading each other with songs, laughing at the tiniest of things, and declaring your love every five minutes—this slice of time felt perfect and eternal.

Yet, the relentless march of adulthood loomed, reminding you of life's fleeting nature. You watched Rin, lost in thought as he stared at the sunset. Bathed in the sun's warm, golden glow, his silhouette etched against the fading light, he appeared almost otherworldly. The world itself seemed to pause, acknowledging the transient beauty of the scene—a poignant reminder that even the most enchanting moments must yield to the passage of time.

"What are you looking at, idiot?" the young Itoshi asked.

"Nothing, don't mind me. I'm just… savoring this moment while it lasts," you replied.

You anticipated Rin would shift his gaze and dismiss your sentiment. However, you were taken aback when you noticed glistening tears in your lover's eyes. He wasn't one to openly display emotion, but your words had stirred within him an awareness of the limited time you had left together.

Upon learning of your impending move to another country, Rin had initially reacted with anger, but beneath that anger simmered fear and sadness. It was as if something raged within his heart, and the storm clouds of uncertainty threatened to overshadow your profound love for each other. Unable to alter your decision, he bottled up these futile feelings until they became too much. He cried in front of you.

He wept in front of the person he loved and cherished deeply—a vulnerability he seldom revealed. In that moment, he allowed his true emotions to surface without restraint.

"Rin, I'm sorry," you said, tears streaming down your face.

"Don't be. It's too late. Just do me a favor, okay?" he responded.

"Chase your dreams for me, and I'll chase mine for you. This won't be the last time we meet, I promise. I'll find you, even if you've disappeared from the face of the Earth. My heart will always find its way back to you. So please, just be happy, even if it's without me."

"Rin, be happy for me too, please. I don't care if it's with another woman, as long as she makes you feel happy and free. I'm okay with that. Find a good woman for me; I love you."

"That's nonsense," he thought.

Why were you telling him to find someone else when that person was right in front of him? But the words remained unspoken, lost in a sea of unexpressed desires and unshed tears, as the sun dipped below the horizon, marking the end of a perfect yet bittersweet day.

Your summers together might have temporarily come to an end, but the magical hymn of your voice remains echoing inside his heart. You will come back to him, and his heart will come back to you. As the day comes to an end, he himself knows that his ultimate freedom will forever be found in your arms.

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I am back from the dead and is now willing to write for rin, once again. Thank you for supporting my last two posts, your likes and resposts are highly appreciated! ♡

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tw: mentions of kidnapping, burglars, and aliens...

Rin Itoshi couldn't help but feel like he was losing his mind. His heart pounded, threatening to leap out of his chest at any moment.

He had just returned from his daily soccer practice, thirsty for your attention. All he yearned for was to curl up with you, your soft hand massaging his scalp, lulling him into blissful slumber. Your touch was his sanctuary. Yet, to his bewilderment, he returned home to find the house empty, devoid of any notes or messages on the fridge or elsewhere. You were nowhere to be found.

It was highly unusual for you to leave the house without informing him, so to say that he was not pleased would be an understatement. He wasn't angry, far from it. He was well aware of your right to have fun without any restrictions. But a simple message saying 'Hi babe :D went out for a bit, I'll be safe, I promise!' would have been enough. And now, he was wandering around the neighborhood like a madman. Your neighbors had probably already thrown judgmental looks at the athlete, seeing how he had been running for the past 30 minutes, asking if they'd seen you.

Two hours had passed, and he finally decided to return home, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

'Where the heck have you gone to?' he murmured, his worry deepening.

What if you were kidnapped? What if you wanted to break up with him so you left without a singular note in sight? Rin didn't believe in aliens, but seeing how you were nowhere in his sight made him believe that they abducted you off to a faraway land.

He was about to leave the house to search again when he heard the guest room door opening. Panic surged through Rin as he dashed to the kitchen, grabbing a bat. He made his way up the stairs, convinced it was a burglar. He was about to lose it, but then he saw you in your cute blue pajamas, rubbing your eyes and looking up at him.

'Hi Rin! How was pract-- wait, why are you holding a bat?'

He was indeed about to lose it.

How could he forget to check the guest bedroom for any signs of you? Was he ever this foolish? You were asleep this whole time while he was running around the neighborhood searching for YOU??? Why didn't you pick up his calls?

'Why didn't you pick up my calls?'

"Oh? Oh. My phone's 'do not disturb' is on because I was sleeping :D," you replied nonchalantly.

Rin wanted to curse out loud, but he knew it wasn't your fault. So, he quietly asked for his payback by wrapping his arms around you as he tilted your head up and pressed a soft little kiss to your lips.

He carried you to the bedroom, smirking at the small but evident blush on your cheeks. Rin placed you gently on the mattress, then laid on top of you, quietly asking for head scratches like a demanding house cat. You didn't mind, and you obliged, your fingers weaving through his hair as he drifted off into dreamland.

As he embraced the warmth of your presence, Rin couldn't help but remind himself to check the guest bedroom next time he went searching for you.

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I woke up to my phone buzzing with notifications, and I couldn't be more thankful. I'm glad that you all enjoyed my short Rin fic. Your simple likes and reposts meant a lot to me; they gave me a huge confidence boost. Thank you so much.

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I've finally gathered the courage to post my shitty ass drabbles. If you're reading this, please feel free to share your thoughts. I would love to hear them.

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Itoshi Rin had always been a cold man. No matter the number of compliments, love letters, or online confessions he received, not a single one of them was enough to sway his heart.

His heart was simply immovable, not until you came.

Every smile, compliment, letter, and expression of affection – all of them, he simply adored receiving – as long as it came from you. You made him realize that his heart wasn't so cold after all. You made him understand that he was capable of love, and of being loved.

You loved him at his best and his worst. Instead of silencing his demons, you danced with them. You danced with them fearlessly, as if their shadows held no power to harm you, embodying a love unyielding and true... You embraced all of him – his flaws, his mentality, his everything.

You were his beginning, climax, and happy ending. And now that he's finally gathered enough courage to make you his for all eternity, he truly hopes for you to feel the same about him too.

After all, Itoshi Rin had always been a cold man, but with you, he's more than willing to let the summer heat thaw his stone-cold heart. As long as it's with you, as long as it's you. Until the end of time.

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