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new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)
You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior.
And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.
Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.
Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.
Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself.
He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.
The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any.
There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.
“Are we… alright?” he drawled.
What the fuck. He did not just sound like that.
He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.
Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”
“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.
“Okay, Rin.”
That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?
“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.
You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)
“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”
“You so are!”
“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”
There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.
“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”
“Not to you, it’s not!”
A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting.
Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”
“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.
With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.”
“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.
“I’m not childish.”
“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”
Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.
“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.
“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.
“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind.
“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.
The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit.
They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.
He was now something more, something special.
A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.
It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for.
Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you.
It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim.
You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.
Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”
“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.
note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.
#☁️ my ode to you#i have more drabbles like this i am fucking insane about him#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi rin#itoshi rin fluff#itoshi rin x y/n#blue lock x reader#blue lock imagines#blue lock fluff#bllk x reader#bllk imagines#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi
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rin.... rin......rin........ rin..................................................................................
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https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=QObf_qgFGfMoUTzlioP3jTf9jsCl6enw3vTqtfne5Bw
Hello, I think this is your work? TwT
oh my fucking god. it is. does anyone know what i can do about this?
thank you anon for bringing this to my attention! i appreciate it a lot :) my fic is not stolen completely, the creator just took the first three or so paragraphs of my fic and... probably stole the rest too but from other authors.
but still, is there anyone who might be able to tell me how to deal with this :,D please...
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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idk if i'm tripping but the lyric "where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me" is about michael kaiser. yeah. there, i said it.
#HEAR ME OUT#IK THIS IS MY KAISER PHASE TALKING BUT#after his last winning goal#i just KNOW#he runs to you RIGHT AFTER#god pls don't make me do this#this is not me#this is not my branding god pls#mimi rambles ᐢᗜᐢ
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You watched the rain lash out its fury against the window. At an extent, it felt almost like looking at a mirror — from how an inner turmoil brewed inside of you reflected a rhythmic counterpoint to the storm outside.
Nature sure does have impeccable timing, and the worst sense of humor — or could it be a cruel, mocking sympathy? You don’t know anymore, you have never been good at knowing intentions, after all.
But you had it coming, you admit.
You knew this day would come. Yet, the thing about anticipating the worst before it knocks on your door, is that it will never truly prepare you for what's waiting on the other side of that door. It never eases the dread, nor does it make fear felt less at the expense of gradual awareness. If anything, it made you restlessly on edge.
Thoughts of anguish and gloom halt at a key rattling in the lock. The door creaked open, and even with your back turned away, you knew there was only one living soul who had the rights to your home and, dare you say, your heart.
And there he was— Itoshi Rin stood there, like a ghost in his own town. He looked like a stranger in a familiar place. How could someone who lived in this place feel so foreign and appear so out of place?
You didn’t turn to greet him like you always do. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, making you clench your jaw. You heard him call you, but his words drifted across the room— lost at the deafening simmer of your anger.
He called your name once more. This time, you turned your rigid back to the kitchen, ignoring his calls. You busied yourself at the abandoned dinner at the table, poking at the now-cold food with a detached air. Physically, the clinking of silverware was the only sound besides the belligerent drumming of rain. Internally, your shattering heart was louder than the two combined.
The clinking grew frantic as Rin approached you, each chime a hammer blow to your heart.
He stopped beside the table you aimlessly fiddled. He was so close you had a whiff of his perfume– the warm scent of wood and spices serving you a bittersweet reminder of happier evenings.
“Y/N,” he snapped, his voice sharp. Marching forward, he reached for your wrist. His grip tight, halting your movement.
The clinking stopped. Slowly, you turned to look at him by the eye. Rin almost lost his facade of indifference at the sight. Your face was a mask of controlled anger, but the storm in your eyes mirrored the one outside.
“Let go of me,” you commanded, your voice low yet firm.
Immediately, he paid heed to your request. The hand formerly holding your wrist found its place in his hair, aggressively combing it out of frustration.
“Look,” he starts, “I said I’m sorry. What more do you want from me?”
“For you to fucking care!”
A beat of silence follows your outburst. You felt your throat burning at the whirlwind of suppressed emotions that revealed itself. You were trembling— may it be from hurt or anger, you didn’t care. At that moment, you were immersed in his insolent audacity.
More? How dare he say more?
“You’re sorry? That’s it? We haven’t had a decent conversation in weeks, Rin. And this,” you gestured at the table with a bitter laugh, “I spent all afternoon making it. Because today was…” you choked on the word, your voice cracking and rogue tears finally falling.
“Our anniversary,” he whispered in response, finishing your sentence.
More tears welled in your eyes, blurring the image of the colorful icing of the cake you ceased to dispose of.
He knew what day it was. He remembered. He damn remembered.
And yet… Oh, dear god, how could your love be so cruelly disregarded?
He had no excuse, had no shame. The abandoned dinner, the cake, it was all for him. And he’d trampled all over it.
“I don’t want another sorry, Rin. I don’t want anything more,” you hung your head low, “All I want is my Rin. Give him back to me, please.”
Breathing heavily, you closed the distance between you two. You reached for his cheek, carefully and slowly, letting your longing take its final time. Your gaze wandered across his face — from his forehead, down to his nose, to his lips, and back to his teal orbs — you tried to search for the man who once loved you as warm and golden as the sun.
But the spark you were searching for, the warmth that once ignited in his eyes, remained absent.
You knew it then. You really had it coming. But denial was just as comfortable as your well-worn sweater. It’s warm and familiar, even if it’s riddled with holes.
But that sweater— it was time to throw it out.
And it was already time to go.
Because when you pulled him tighter, he kept drifting away; and when you whispered confessions of love, all you heard was a hollow silence.
And that’s enough to know that the love you once had— the laughter and shared dreams, were now ashes in the grave of a cold frozen wasteland.
“I love you, Rin. I love you so so much,” you whispered between his lips, a tear trailing down your cheek, “It’s ruining my life.”
note. filed under the unfinished business files xD btw, it's ttpd listening party!
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You watched the rain lash out its fury against the window. At an extent, it felt almost like looking at a mirror — from how an inner turmoil brewed inside of you reflected a rhythmic counterpoint to the storm outside.
Nature sure does have impeccable timing, and the worst sense of humor — or could it be a cruel, mocking sympathy? You don’t know anymore, you have never been good at knowing intentions, after all.
But you had it coming, you admit.
You knew this day would come. Yet, the thing about anticipating the worst before it knocks on your door, is that it will never truly prepare you for what's waiting on the other side of that door. It never eases the dread, nor does it make fear felt less at the expense of gradual awareness. If anything, it made you restlessly on edge.
Thoughts of anguish and gloom halt at a key rattling in the lock. The door creaked open, and even with your back turned away, you knew there was only one living soul who had the rights to your home and, dare you say, your heart.
And there he was— Itoshi Rin stood there, like a ghost in his own town. He looked like a stranger in a familiar place. How could someone who lived in this place feel so foreign and appear so out of place?
You didn’t turn to greet him like you always do. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, making you clench your jaw. You heard him call you, but his words drifted across the room— lost at the deafening simmer of your anger.
He called your name once more. This time, you turned your rigid back to the kitchen, ignoring his calls. You busied yourself at the abandoned dinner at the table, poking at the now-cold food with a detached air. Physically, the clinking of silverware was the only sound besides the belligerent drumming of rain. Internally, your shattering heart was louder than the two combined.
The clinking grew frantic as Rin approached you, each chime a hammer blow to your heart.
He stopped beside the table you aimlessly fiddled. He was so close you had a whiff of his perfume– the warm scent of wood and spices serving you a bittersweet reminder of happier evenings.
“Y/N,” he snapped, his voice sharp. Marching forward, he reached for your wrist. His grip tight, halting your movement.
The clinking stopped. Slowly, you turned to look at him by the eye. Rin almost lost his facade of indifference at the sight. Your face was a mask of controlled anger, but the storm in your eyes mirrored the one outside.
“Let go of me,” you commanded, your voice low yet firm.
Immediately, he paid heed to your request. The hand formerly holding your wrist found its place in his hair, aggressively combing it out of frustration.
“Look,” he starts, “I said I’m sorry. What more do you want from me?”
“For you to fucking care!”
A beat of silence follows your outburst. You felt your throat burning at the whirlwind of suppressed emotions that revealed itself. You were trembling— may it be from hurt or anger, you didn’t care. At that moment, you were immersed in his insolent audacity.
More? How dare he say more?
“You’re sorry? That’s it? We haven’t had a decent conversation in weeks, Rin. And this,” you gestured at the table with a bitter laugh, “I spent all afternoon making it. Because today was…” you choked on the word, your voice cracking and rogue tears finally falling.
“Our anniversary,” he whispered in response, finishing your sentence.
More tears welled in your eyes, blurring the image of the colorful icing of the cake you ceased to dispose of.
He knew what day it was. He remembered. He damn remembered.
And yet… Oh, dear god, how could your love be so cruelly disregarded?
He had no excuse, had no shame. The abandoned dinner, the cake, it was all for him. And he’d trampled all over it.
“I don’t want another sorry, Rin. I don’t want anything more,” you hung your head low, “All I want is my Rin. Give him back to me, please.”
Breathing heavily, you closed the distance between you two. You reached for his cheek, carefully and slowly, letting your longing take its final time. Your gaze wandered across his face — from his forehead, down to his nose, to his lips, and back to his teal orbs — you tried to search for the man who once loved you as warm and golden as the sun.
But the spark you were searching for, the warmth that once ignited in his eyes, remained absent.
You knew it then. You really had it coming. But denial was just as comfortable as your well-worn sweater. It’s warm and familiar, even if it’s riddled with holes.
But that sweater— it was time to throw it out.
And it was already time to go.
Because when you pulled him tighter, he kept drifting away; and when you whispered confessions of love, all you heard was a hollow silence.
And that’s enough to know that the love you once had— the laughter and shared dreams, were now ashes in the grave of a cold frozen wasteland.
“I love you, Rin. I love you so so much,” you whispered between his lips, a tear trailing down your cheek, “It’s ruining my life.”
note. filed under the unfinished business files xD btw, it's ttpd listening party!
#☁️ my ode to you#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi rin#itoshi rin angst#itoshi rin x y/n#blue lock x reader#blue lock imagines#blue lock angst#bllk x reader#bllk imagines#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi
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a rin angst will cure my writing hiatus btw
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but let's talk about the amount of isagi enjoyers you turned to rin lickers because boy am i one of them..
RIN LICKERS PLEASE I AM CRYINGGSGDGSGG 😭😭😭 how was it being a rin licker... pls share your experience to the class pretty please....
#i am so sorry isagi#everyone's first bet was you anws#until the emo teal-eyed rude as hell fine ass guy appeared..#letters to mimi ✿
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oh also if you want, do you want to be instagram moots?? idk how active you are on there but im def more active there HAHA
i'm active i think!!!!!! i made one to beat the boomer allegations (i'm looking at you jen) but it's suprisingly cute i've been using it lmao there are a lot of cat pics (i think i put them in my story almost everyday xD) send me send me send me pretty please
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HI MIMIIMIMIIM HOW ARE YOUUU IVE MISSED YOU SM hearing about your experience doing a kay chung is really giving med student T_T i hope you've been feeling better after though bc man acid reflux sounds like a bitch 😔
YUMI MY SWEETS i do not recommend. at all. kay chung built different because i felt like real dying T^T i mean i don't really do all nighters bec it makes me grumpy (pls it's the worst feeling ever) maybe that's why the kay chung method didn't work for me. and maybe because i'm also iron deficient xD I FEEL BETTER NOW man i do not wish to do that again i handled being black out drunk better than i did with her method T^T
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what do your moots remind you of?
tysm for turning this in nonnie, i was really exited to try this <3 & the fact i thought i had NO MOOTS when i literally have like 33 💀
@wvnrqs — ribbons & bows, old newspapers, pretty swans, tulips, bubbles during a summer day, vintage books
@ode2rin — cats, plushies, desserts, pillow sheets, clouds during a sunset, slice of life vlogs
@yuzurins — chirping birds in pretty meadows, bubble tea, spring mornings, green tea, flowers, plants
@okkalo — golden coins, rainbows, duckies, cardigans, soft breeze at night, lakes, cherries
@noomon — the sun, diaries, simple yet beautiful things, love letters, projectors, mini fireworks
@yoisami — serenity, raindrops falling down a window, youth, modeling posters, strawberries, bunnies
@mikareo — twinkling stars, lattes, romance k dramas, museum of arts, recording studios, eclipse
@rinzsu — instagram posts, cookies, snowman, masquerade balls, photo albums, the beach
@hanrinz — stars, k-pop concerts, snowflakes, headphones, mini skirts, candles on a rainy day
@rosequarzo — japanese folktale, lucky money, headphones, fantasize by ariana grande, toast, waking up at 2am for a snack
@adoregojo — modern universities, polaroids, black & white manga, hairclips, milk tea, bonnets
@riekiss — winter wonderland, snow angels, jewelry, dolphins bumping noses, mini skirts, slowly plucking petals off a flower
@popponn — frogs ofc, matcha, perfectly healthy & straight grass, keroppi, bootcut jeans, chanel soap
@rewh0re — autumn leaves, wooden instruments, music notes, greek & rome mythology, poetry, sacred monuments
@y2kuromi — sand castles, colorful ice cream flavors, perfect pair by beabadoobee, staying up to talk with friends until 1am, pretty seashells, butterflies
@pokkomi — glitter & sparkles, staring at clouds, fantasy genre, cargos, hello kitty, angels
@yunymphs — models, laufey, coquette aesthetic, anything gucci, attractive girls, money
@520cafe — sparrows, cats chasing after yarn strings, thirsty by aespa, picture frames, rice with soy sauce, playlists
@etoiile — lipstick, fashion, staring at the starry night sky, french cookies, milk, daisies
@moonswolfie — coffee, studying with a candlelight during a rainy day, scarves, autumn breeze, biscuits, puppies
@kyoghurts — saturn, friendly aliens, lipstick stains on a white shirt, peach eyes by wave to earth, carp streamers, chalk
@kxttqi — lilies, sunrise & sunsets, lion cubs, melting candles, strawberries, pretty instagram posts
@kaiser1ns — book shelves, j-pop, cheesecake, birthday streamers, lucky money, tigers
@rninies — aventurine, unforgiven by le sserefim, pochacco, mangoes, flip phones, figurine boxes
@iluvies — kaomoji, koi ponds, expensive restaurants, red velvet cake, pottery, bunnies that have their nose scrunched up
@lovedazai — sweet bananas, lily of the valley, bouquet of roses, the smell when you walk into a bakery, prom nights, fairytales
@scopuo — jjk theme song, video games, dvds, tote bags, japanese apartments, thrift stores
@culturity — watching edits at 3am, stargirl, cleared remix by lilithzplug, nokia phone, laces, ramen
@myuroll — my melody, rubber duckies, alice from wonderland, koi fishes, cake rolls, the feeling when when someone gives you a compliment
@noirflms — flower petals, cherry blossoms, coquette clothing, hoodies, pinterest whispers, apocalypse by cigs after sex
@wishmemel — wish me mell, chocolate covered strawberries, the moon, pretty nails, new york at night, mcdonald’s chicken nuggets
@saelique — ocean waves, san-x, doves, kindergarteners (bc ur cute & fun ^^), friends to lovers trope, headphones, staying in bed for 5 more minutes b4 school
@yeritos — pudding, iced coffee, pearl necklaces, mesmerizing color palettes, skipping rocks, mary jane shoes, lamp
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rayne ames. that's it.
#knees are on the floor#no questions asked#this questionable behavior of mine#towards older brothers#should be studied#mimi rambles ᐢᗜᐢ
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i miss you………
my pookie 🙁🙁🙁 I MISS YOU?!?!?!?!? i bet school is kicking both of our asses 🙁🙁🙁🙁
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I'M TALKING TO YOU MARIAAAAAA
#my man#MY MAN#i keep going back to him#there's no saving in this rinism for real#me reading all the self-indulgent silly lil fics i write about him and never posting it: ☺️💝💌💋🫶
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how was it like pulling a kay chung mimi 🎤
(love ur works btw <3)
HELLOOOO it was like this:
8 pm: got the goods like this thai coffee that had my eye tweaking and my heart doing somersaults (sticking to coffee bec i don't like energy drinks :<)
drank the first glass by 8:30 > the second one at 12 am then continued studying until 2 am > took an hour break because i was SWEATING i lightly cleaned by bathroom don't ask why > calmed down a bit and atp i was 5/9 of my readings (it was anatomy) > at 4 am i realized i'm fucked but talked myself out of it (yay) > took another coffee at 5-ish with a sandwich (7/9 topics another yay) > took a bath and atp i was half-dead took a nap on my floor so it would be uncomfy and i will get the hell up > woke up at 9 powered thru the last two topics until 12 pm > couldn't eat a full meal because i was having an acid reflux 😭 > took my exam at 2 pm (it was a 100-item exam for 1 hour imagine my fucking STRESS) I WAS SWEATING and ready to shit everything > got home by 3:30 went straight to the bathroom to wash and throw up > slept at 4:00 pm and woke up 5 am the next day 😅 I LIVED
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