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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.

"i'm getting this morphine one way or another" ...☠️

Well...

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME AAAGGGGGHHHHHFH DE HAVHAVBARBAKKKRKKRKRKTKK

i'd lowk be a bop in blue lock bc like WTF do you mean men like THEM reside in an area?

"sit down shrii-" IM FUCKING SAT.

#i don't know how to start the first chapter

one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

I hate how Kaiser is serving so much cunt in this page

Poor Ness

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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

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let's sugar talk !

itoshi rin has never really liked the flavor of strawberry shortcake, but you do. that'll never stop him from kissing you, though. itoshi rin x reader 𝜗𝜚 fluff, suggestive 𝜗𝜚 w.c. 700+ 𝜗𝜚 content: kissing/making out, once again ooc rin

note. i gave myself a little break from writing the event fics to write this out, forgive me👩‍🦯 i was listening to your eyes only - enhypen, and that song inspired me to write this

strawberry shortcake is simply too sweet for rin. 

the dense cake, with sugary layers of whipped cream in between and all over, and the drizzle of syrup on top makes his head spin with each bite. the sickeningly sweet aftertaste, and the way the frosting lingers on his tongue, always makes his face scrunch up into a grimace. he doesn’t see the appeal in it, he doesn’t get why other people enjoy it so much, why you enjoy it so much. 

rin doesn’t like strawberry shortcake, and he's sure that not even you (persuasive, with the ability to make him change his opinion on anything) could change his mind.

but there’s something about you that makes it look so delicious. irresistible. like he wants to get a taste for himself.

or maybe, it's just you.

something about the way you look when you’ve just had a bite— the way your eyes flutter shut as you savor the taste, the way your brows relax and a look of euphoric satisfaction washes over you, like that strawberry short cake is the best thing you’ve ever tasted. but really, nothing beats the way your pink lips shine just a little more from the excess syrup, delicately glimmering under the sunlight, and the way the fluffy frosting lingers on the corners of your mouth. it makes you look sweeter, maybe even enchanting.

that’s the only way he could reason with himself on why he can’t tear his eyes away from you; you must’ve cast some spell on him and woven it deep into his mind.

because there’s no words to explain how he feels, the way he’s drawn to you each time. it’s like a pull he can’t ignore, like his eyes are cursed (blessed, in his opinion) to travel down to your lips after each delectable bite.

it’s after your fifth forkful (he doesn’t know why he started counting) when he loses to his desire. he can’t think, he can’t stop himself— the way he’s leaning across the table, finger hooking under your chin, brushing his lips against yours in a ghost of a kiss.

tickling. teasing. barely there. enough to get the remnants of syrup and cream that lingered on your pout. 

rin’s pulling away before you can even respond, and he’s right back on his seat in a matter of seconds. he licks his lips slowly; the slow drag of his tongue reminds him that it’s as overwhelming as ever, just like he remembers. yet, oddly enough, he doesn’t dislike it. it tastes different— as if, in his mind, the combination of your lips and the cake makes it taste better, like the sweetness of the cake has faded and all he could taste is you. 

it drives him crazy, in the best way possible. it’s addictive and he wants more. 

“your lips taste good,” he states it like it’s a matter-of-fact. he relishes in the blush the blooms on the surface of your cheeks, and the way your fingers trace the outline of your bottom lip as you reel from surprise. you’re looking at him wide-eyed, and his lips curl into a barely-noticeable smile. (his heart throbs at the sight, he thinks you’re cute like this. you look sweeter than the cake in front of you.)

but then you laugh, soft and airy, and the sound ripples through the air and into his ears.

“you sure it’s not because of the cake, rinnie?” you ask with a sly smile on your face. you drag the syllables of his name in that honeyed tone of yours, and you’re lifting a fork full of the cake towards him. "give it another try." he contemplates, and he thinks of whether he’ll bite. 

and he does. rin catches your wrist as the dense cake touches the corners of his mouth, his slender fingers wrapping around it, and he stops you. he holds you there, he keeps you rooted in your spot as he takes the bait, and he looks into your eyes as his lips wrap around the fork. it's dizzying, overpowering, all in unpleasant ways.

(your lips would never make him feel this way, he thinks to himself.)

the regret is evident on his face as he pulls away, slightly frowning at the taste. he thinks about drinking water, to flush out the flavor and pretend he never did that. but he takes one glance at you, and he realizes there’s a much better way to get rid of it.

the distance between the two of you becomes short-lived.

he’s leaning forward, and he’s pulling you by your wrist, all at the same time. he meets you halfway over the table, pulling you into a saccharine-filled kiss, and your gasp of surprise is quickly swallowed. it's nothing short of deep, it's fervent. he's focused on you, his mind intent on drowning out the unpleasant flavor that hangs onto his tongue. 

rin kisses you until he forgets about the frosting, until all he can think about and taste is you. his lungs are starting to burn, sending signals for air— he kisses you until he needs to pull away, and only then is he satisfied with himself. 

“it’s your lips,” he says breathlessly, confirming it to himself. “not that disgusting thing.”

tags. @choccorin @etoiile

© rindreamery, 2024

the characters may be fictional, but my feelings for them are definitely real so I got to cry and mourn and scream and kick my feet and dig my nails into my pillow and giggle and smile and laugh and think and talk about them 24/7 and write fanfics/make fanart about them and use them as my emotional support blorbos and you don’t get to tell me how I can or can’t express my feelings you soulless twat