#★ rini's writing

[rini-rushed]

movie night with him but you're fidgety (?)

⭐︎ i do this with my friend's hands please dont bully me

the first few minutes of the movie go by pretty normal, intaking the story and world building, but up to a certain point, you feel bored, or rather. your body does.

without looking away from the movie, you instinctively you grab for his hand. only looking down when you finally have full access to his palm.

you're dead silent as you play with his hand, holding it like you would on the street walking side by side, laying it flat on your leg and comparing hand sizes (as if you haven't before).

the dialogue of the movie turns into a background hum, you barely paid any attention to it, you're too busy poking each individual joint on his fingers, his hand laying on it's palm on your clothed thigh.

tracing random shapes onto his palm, tracing the little imprints on his palm like lineart.

now you're jabbing lightly at the soft (or rough) pads of skin that are in between the the little lines on the inside of his hand, around 16 spots you counted.

now you rhythmically bump his knuckles, left to right, right to left, like they were buttons.

whether you were actually paying attention to the movie is up to you, but it's a lie to say it wasn't cute in any way for him.

he doesn't mind you occupying his hand, your seemingly no thought pokes and light tracing with your index finger amuses him to no end.

kita, aone, kageyama, tsuki, ushijima, sugawara, daichi, akaashi, iwaizumi, osamu (haikyuu), blade (hsr), ness, isagi, reo, gagamaru, bachira, rin & sae itoshi, karasu (blue lock), hayato suo (wind breaker) + your favs!

help this is my first time with this format...

ALSO I HATE TAGGING THIS

@fishii-writes @shrii-kk @wabatle @atlas-atlantic

@tofumiarchives @tired-xyra-urstruly @sharkissm @shidousprincess

[rini-rushed]

less doesn’t always mean lukewarm.

☆ sae x reader ^^ (gender not mentioned)

★ fluff or smth, no bllk au

synpnosis -> reader is described to have a lot of distraction problems, quick thoughts and random prompts stacked in their head, idk how to explain it i just had this feeling today so i wrote this with emotions tethered to it

notes: based off an experience i had today, except i was spiraling alone + the ending derailed and became SHIT tbh😕

tapping your pen against the pages of your barely touched notebook, you blink as your mind wandered to random places.

what time is it? did you ever submit that report? what does TGIF mean? is modern art actually ugly? did you ever clean out your locker? does it actually make sense to have the metric system? is moving to north pole for the penguins THAT bad of a life plan?

your train of thought was on a roll to say the least, stopping at short term stations, new random and shortsighted ideas and "plans" for side quests pinging in your head.

the notion was quick and swift in your head, twitching your facial muscles ever so slightly as you hopped on one cloud to the next. it was all quite minimally amusing to you, but it certainly wasn't for your study partner.

"stop that."

click!

"stop what?"

you straightened your posture, stopping your pen fidgeting, rolling your eyes to the face in front of you.

"making dumb faces, you haven't even written anything down." sae sighs slightly, you keenly notice the little wrinkle that imprinted itself onto his brow.

then your attention pays itself to the words he just said, you look down at your paper and sure enough, the only markings on your page were little dots that were the outcome of your no-thought-shuffle of your fingers.

you couldn't help but frown a bit, pursing your lips in slight disappointment at the lack of writing done.

at your silence, you could just feel the damn sigh that was stolen from sae's figure, that only dampened your mood a bit, tilting your head lower.

you repositioned the pen in your hand, now in the position of writing, your eyes dragged themself against the table, clawing and resisting as your vision was overwhelmed with words and symbols.

the textbook's big paragraphs made you think and process, like a loading screen over your head, engulfing yourself in mumbo-jumbo, losing yourself in the walls of text.

maybe after rereading the same sentence for the nth time and writing down a singular “the” you already feel drained.

noticing your overwhelmingly heightened distress, sae calmly closes his book and shuts off his laptop silently.

you see his neutral look on his face as he’s gathering his things, you can feel your stomach drop, was he already that annoyed?

you bit the inside of your cheek.

you couldn’t blame him.

so you keep your head and your field of view low as the events played out before you. they come and go, your study partners, your peers.

you gripped your pen a tiny bit harder at the thoughts, now bubbling up from the dark crevices of your heart. doubt and shame inking your insides as it immobilizes your lungs, you could feel your heart-

“what are you doing? come on”

? you look up at him.

“come on stupid, we’re going on a break, we can’t get shit done if you’re like this.”

his words are blunt, but they don’t hurt you, they’re just pointing out the obvious.

he’s being stupid about being nice.

but you don’t hesitate to pack your things too, although you feel his eyes on you as you do so, you don’t feel the weight of pressure.

the weight of needing to check yourself, how you’re perceived, how you’re supposed to be acting. he’s just, observing you.

and so you pack up and follow him out, he takes you to an area that’s slightly more populated, no longer in the library, you’re in the courtyard. he gets you a snack from the vending machine, and opens a bag as you open your mouth.

letting the long stream of thoughts out, sae answer minimally, it was all you really needed, some simple answers for some simple questions.

“what time is it?”

“1:45pm.”

“did I ever submit that report? ”

“you can check now.”

“what does TGIF mean? ”

“thank god it’s friday”

“is modern art actually ugly? ”

“up to you, artists won’t care”

“did I ever clean out my locker? ”

“we don’t use them anymore.”

“does it actually make sense to have the metric system? ”

“americans are stupid.”

“is moving to north pole for the penguins THAT bad of a life plan?”

”yes.”

neither of you really kept track of time, not that either of you bothered to. sae only looked at you with that blank face of his, and your mouth kept moving.

sae knew that this was taking more time than if he had just stayed at the library with you.

but he knew better.

he knew that bitching to you to fix your attitude can’t help with the situation, so why worsen it.

he rather see you being comfortable and “wasting time” rather than being shackled to a task when you’re obviously not mentally into it.

long story short: if it means you’ll be less lukewarm, he’ll take it.

★ 終わり☆

holy shit why was that ending so bad 😢

tags: @tofumiarchives @rinitoshiplzdateme @fishii28

@shrii-kk

@reapkusho @ac3ss @tired-xyra-urstruly

renaissance is such a pretty word btw

[rini-rushed]

english kinda sucks.

☆ rin x reader! (gender not mentioned)

★ crack? idk im smokin /j | reader might be illiterate (LIKE ME IN JP) | already in relastionhip B)

notes: (rin might be ooc D:) i go to a jp/en bilingual school as an english strong student so idk i thought i'd have fun + this is inspired by the infamous EN additional time :P

sypnosis -> learning english after the age of six kinda sucks, having to actually learn the grammar.. but you know what's almost as bad as english grammar?

発音 (PRONOUNCIATION.)

your eyebrows bunched together, your pouty lips now just frowning in distaste at the english letter written out for you by your boyfriend.

meanwhile he's sitting beside you with his legs crossed together, looking at your fidgeting pen and confused look on your face, rin had already gone through this before, since he was going to be at the top of the soccer world of course.

after another minute of you butchering the pronunciation of "th", rin takes the pencil from your fingers and points the lead at the words he had written, turning to look at you, you catch eye contact with him.

he looks at the three words, pointing at each one, in the order he wrote it, rin proceeds to carefully pronounce to you, and you drunk in his slightly accented voice. what a cutie.

"through"

"though"

"thought"

...

maybe his voice wasn't as cute when he pronounced these words and despite looking VERY similar, sounded very different and even meanr very different things...

and what does he mean one's a prepozishun, another is a naon, and that last one is a conjuhkushon...??? whatever those are supposed to be..

"ehhh... threuw?"

you felt like an infant, trying your hardest to try and annunciate these confusing and annoying words.

the little accent in your voice that bled through your voice as you put in so much effort into trying to say these words correctly, it was really amusing to rin.

to him, these words were easy to say, easy to spot, easy to use. but seeing you put in so much effort was adorable to say the least.

"through" he echoes your words with more certainty and accuracy.

you scrunched up your face at the correction, and just went to the next word.

"..dough.."

"though" rin reads, you shoot him a small side glance at how close you were.

you were bit more happy that you got this one a lot better than the last, barely off, you were motivated to try again.

...

"...though."

you turned your head towards rin with an expectant look, the look in your eyes screamed "tell me i'm right".

though his facial expression didn't beam with gladness at you finally getting it correct, it's still rin itoshi afterall, but you could see a small glimmer of pride that dotted itself into the teal sea of ethereality that swam in scleras of your boyfriend's features.

"good job. took you long enough." he complimented, but deep rooted in that bored sounding tone, you knew he was happy to see you overcome.

rin then narrow his eyes slightly, moving his pencil over, making your eyes follow with his movements.

ruining your nice moment, "now this one." he speaks in english, you frown.

rin only watches as you struggle to differentiate 'though' and 'through', it's entertaining to watch, but next to him you were merely being sulky.

all with a single thought going through your head, though you agreed with yourself completely, you like spending time with your boyfriend.

'man, english kinda sucks.'

~ rini writes ~

#whatthefuckdidijustwrite

#anotherbadendingsobsob

#thistookmeeversincenov17becauseikeptabandoningit

tags: @mininji @tofumiarchives @atlas-atlantic @wabatle @biggestcharleskinnie

@rinitoshiplzdateme @fishii-writes @reapkusho @tired-xyra-urstruly

IM SORRY FOR TAGGING YOU GUYS AGAIN AND AGIANAINS...

tried to keep it to rin fans but fumi/atlas

[rini-rushed]

right here.

☆ sae x reader! (gender not mentioned)

★ comfort | college au

sypnosis -> reader is losing it after an assessment, feeling like they can't be saved, someone steps in to remind them just what the fuck they've been living like.

notes: this might be really edgy.. but like im 14.. can i get a pass for it

i listened to 'liquid smooth', 'my september' memes, 'loveit' while writing certain parts

you can feel it.

it's here.

that unsettling feeling, the hot bubbles popping underneath your skin. your throat closing in. the hotness in your cheeks, under your skin your blood ran like molten lava.

rushing to somewhere to erupt all of your frustrations.

to erupt from your heart.

this past week has been nothing less than numbing, now you can't even function properly, simple things have been grabbing and scratching your skin.

your eyes glossed over with a tragic gel, reflecting the scene of the thin, two paged packet in your hand, in red ink scribbled lines and circles from your professor.

78%

daggers of your own insecurities started to dash into your heart, weakening the grip of the papers that was being held within your hands, you could feel the paper under the pads of your fingers grow warmer with your body heat.

you stared so intensely at your paper you might as well burned it with your vision, a cold feeling manifested inside your hands, coating your skeleton with this animalistic urge.

the want to thrash at this object in front of you grew stronger and stronger.

wrinkles started to imprint themselves on the paper, crinkling the once flat face into one of frustration and aggression.

your frustration and aggression.

the more you looked at the first page the more your insides started feeling unstable, like someone planted some bombs in your vessel of a body, waiting for you to explode from the inside.

as the lava infected your hot lungs, boiling your blood and sweat, evaporating your bodily evidence of your so called hard work, you could feel your vision cloud up, start to distort and water and it only made you angrier.

The hot magma had apparently reached one of the planted bombs because suddenly your moist and musk despair was suddenly overwhelmed with the heated resent of your failure, setting your insides on fire as the aggression picked up.

a hoarse and ugly croak was ripped from your once angelic chords, now burnt with your rage as you crumpled the paper once and for all.

with hot hands you slammed the paper away into the trashcan, hitting the table against your guilty knuckles.

you don't care for the spike of pain that came from the blunt hit, your heart beat deafens your physical pain and numbs you. suddenly your hear foot steps against the floorboard, you don't react.

you don't even spare your stinging knuckle a look as you brought your hands to your face, your own limbs bending into the silhouette of your visage to create a mask, censoring your face in shame.

crouching over your body crumpled underneath you, on your knees, at the mercy of no one, you fought the urge to tear out your hair.

then you felt a person next to you, you know who, and it doesn't comfort you at all. you just want to disappear, after all, if you can't even get a good score after all that work, just what the hell were you really doing? sae will tell you.

sae will tell you that you've been rotting these past few weeks.

his gaze isn't stern nor does it push on your fragile body, it just merely looks, he doesn't push his existence into your mind yet.

"what happened."

you don't reply, choking silently (or as silent as you can be) on your jagged tears, puncturing your throat.

when you don't answer him, he shifts in his spot, looking at you and your disheveled appearance, it really did hint at the hell you were pushing yourself through for these past few weeks.

in the shared space as of late, for sae, it was like living with a restless spirit, he'd be reading on the couch when your tired figure dragging itself throughout the halls, your sunken eyes dirty with exhaustion,

even now as he gets look at you closely, he sees your chapped lips, your messy hair, eyebags that were painted under your eyes to undermine just how bad your sleep has gotten.

he wasn't gonna lie, you were hard to look at.

but thats because every time he looked at you, he was reminded of how badly you were treating yourself. how much you've been neglecting your own needs for the sake of your assignments.

he then turns his head away from you, putting a light hand on your shoulder, you could barely feel the weight of his palms.

"you can't possibly miss the fact that you've destroyed yourself these past weeks."

as those words fall upon your ears, you close your eyes tighter, feeling beads of tragedy roll down your cheek more and more. your shoulder shaking a bit as you sniffled.

feeling you tremble under his palm only squeezes his heart even more, to see you in this fragile state, this sick state you've cornered yourself into.

"and you can't possibly expect anything good to come from this,", his eyebrows bunching together slightly, tilting his head so he could at least peek into your vision.

you just wanted to hide yourself even more, getting hit by a block of exhaustion, you peek at your tired hands, he moves his, ever so slightly rubbing your shoulder in awkward comfort.

"it wouldn't be fair." he adds.

but you worked so hard.

"but i worked so hard-"

"that doesn't matter, you've worked yourself to the bone, you're one the verge of getting sick if you aren't already." sae cuts you off sternly, his gaze turning from passive to more stern.

a moment of silence passes, staring at the ground in shame longer, you wiped away your tears using your sleeve, a sniffle and a shallow sigh passes, you slump your head in defeat.

"take a deep breath." he instructs, you follow, your lungs tremble as a lasting affect of your sobs, if it's even finished..

he lets you have a moment to yourself, a quiet moment as you recollected your memories, just what the fuck you've been putting yourself through in the supposed weeks that have passed.

for that minute or so, you just sit in defeat, wallow in your own blood, sweat, and tears. your own shame encapsulates and hugs you with it's rough and uncomfortable closure.

but then a hand reappears, it pulls you in, the jagged exterior then melts away into something you can enjoy, something you can rest within. well, it's not like he's going to give you a choice after this point, you need rest and comfort more than anything.

he softly pats your hair and as you weakly squeeze around him, sae reciprocates in silence, and you can only gratefully take the sensation of his body against yours.

you can feel it.

he's here.

★ 終わり ☆

might make a pt2

#anotherSHITassendingloloolol

tags: @mininji @tofumiarchives @tired-xyra-urstruly @ac3ss

@rinitoshiplzdateme @motchilyn @fishii-writes @reapkusho

oh and hi @zaephix i just thought id tagged you.. lmk if you dont wanna idm

[rini-rushed]

hostility vs. hospitality.

☆ sae x gn! reader sfw

★ i’m so fucking irritated for NO REASON. so im writing this on my phone to cope (that’s why it’s not in my usual format and probably not as well written as my other works)

it’s impossible to not notice your attitude.

sae has been silently observing you for a few hours now, ever since you’ve gotten home from your classes, you’ve been drowning in this gloomy energy.

your eyebrows aren’t furrowed, but they r sure as hell aren’t relaxed, you’re leg bumps around with more ferocity when you sit in a chair, eating your dinner with a sulking expression.

thumping your feet against the floor a bit louder as you traversed throughout the shared space. you held that look in your eyes, your stare that would bulldoze through walls if you wanted to.

you even watched a movie, on a monday night no less, and yet, you were acting so incredibly pissy.

his usual little bubbles of speech would be slapped and snapped back with sarcasm and cynicism.

“fuck off.”

“who cares about that?”

“no one wants to hear about that.”

your negativity was a poison, and you were lathering the sick liquid everywhere with each step and touch you took.

“i’m fucking fine.”

it was at this point 10pm, you were all ready for bed, yet you kept bouncing between rooms, blasting different music on your computer, phone, headphones, earbuds.

pop, rock, classical, nostalgic, trendy, electronic. everything.

thank god your computer is off and charging, sae couldn’t stand more of your musical stupidity.

it was when you’re laying on the couch with this moody expression plastered on your face, that sae finally confronts you with your shitty attitude.

because mind you, you guys lived in the same space, and this fucking attitude of yours started out as annoying to flat out disrespectful.

he took a step near you, seeing your half angry half tired expression, he doesn’t even sigh out loud as he approaches and sits on the couch as well.

“what the fuck is up with you today.”

unlike his passive words before this, in classic itoshi style, sae slams down his metaphorical hand onto the table, now the ball is in your court.

“nothing.”

“do you think i’m some sort of idiot? like you?”

you visibly snapped at that.

“what the fuck is your problem? i’m trying to mind my own fucking business, why don’t you do the same?”

“oh cut that crap out, you’re obviously in a pissy mood, tell me why so you can get the hell over it.” he snaps back, now with the same energy as you.

you let a pause catch your throat, and you look down at the surface of the couch, the soft cushion your body is on top of.

“i don’t know.”

when he doesn’t reply, you half roll your eyes.

“there, happy?” you seethed.

that venom was back, spilling from your breath, and darting to poison the male in front of you.

you don’t bother to look at his face, you will save your dignity thank you very much.

sae this time let’s out an audible sigh and raised his hands, doing something you never expected from a guy like him.

a hand pats itself onto the crown of your head, for a second it doesn’t move, nothing does, the air and atmosphere seemed still, you were too scared(?) to break it.

his hand then circles around your head, softly running his hands through your hair, his slightly cool hands leave a trail of comfort in it’s tracks.

eventually, he pulls you in, the motion left you in a position where he was like.. hugging your head, if that makes sense.

you don’t look up at him, your pride pushing your vision to the corner, but sae wasn’t pushing you to look at him.

with more analysis of your actions and this, it’s obvious that asking you to look at him would be a waste, it would only plunge you into this strange sensation more.

you only closed your eyes and leaned into the feeling, the continuous stroking of your scalp, the soft finger pads ghosting over your hairline from time to time.

the eventual shifting of his legs and your body leaves you in a comforting state, positioning to bring you to a place of solace.

that night you slept particularly well.

i guess.

genuine emotion trash i want to rip off my skin and blast a song but no song sounds right

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

alexa play fighter by jack stauber

[rini-rushed]

beloved pet.

☆ karasu x reader (gender not mentioned)

★ reader is pretty shitty all things considered | toxic couple dynamics | I DON'T CONDONE ANY OF THE (implied??) ACTIONS

notes: inspired by the songs beloved cat-> biz/LOLUET + my first time writing shitty people who're selfaware so please bare with me + ORIGINALLY was going to be kaiser but theres wine bottle hitting in the MV and i thought that i rather not write that

sypnosis -> during one night does karasu scale his surroundings like he does on the field, except now he uses it to learn more about the relationship he finds himself loving.

any normal person would leave right after you showed the signs, the signs that you weren't normal, you didn't think like a normal person, not normal about things, and sure as hell didn't do normal things.

but he wasn't exactly normal either, was he?

or maybe he was, and thats why he trapped himself in the cage of your love.

he didn't know how many hours had passed with this cold shackle grasping his neck, cold and barely heavy chains rolled off his shoulder and onto the bed, the curtains blocked the sky from giving him an idea of what time it was.

but all things considered, he knew he couldn't escape it.

he wouldn't.

even if the chain clasped around his neck and felt easy to break, Karasu knew better than to try and move against the impossible force, he knew his options were tied, but could you blame him?

you were just so cute and so eager to love him, and how could he refuse your affection? he'd be a fool to leave a ravishing figure like you, a fine little gal in a world of mindless fools.

oh but the pleasure of seeing you as a peer to a friend would be nothing compared to what the raven haired had felt a bit after the relationship was made official.

and what he found out after was nothing but a thrill to experience, it felt like with each day you spent together, the more transparent you became to him, more naked.

your silly antics like patting his hair, or whispering praises & cotton soft words, your soft caresses on his bed at night started to feel more calculated, oh he wasn't blind to any of that, you'd both be fools to assume that any of these things were to be gone unnoticed.

but he never minded any of it, especially if it meant you'd stay with him and kept lulling him to sleep with your soft charms, than his lips are sealed. whether he likes it or not.

karasu shifts in his spot in bed a bit more, feeling the shallow warmth over his body from his covers, it didn't even feel comfortable in his own bed anymore because of that fucking chain. it scales his senses to be chilly yet comforting, to remind him he's not alone.

it loops around his body, the most prominent one on his neck, that one was easy to feel, but there was soft weight rolling aournd his muscular torso, and even if the voices inside were whining and moaning to break the tiny metal vines, he ultimately ignored both the feeling and the voices.

it was easier to sit in this loving cage than trying to struggle to get out, even if the texture of the rusty chains would itch his skin like an annoying cat.

then came to the slightly more heavy metal bonds, cold snakes of silver could be felt entangled with his own legs, mocking the feeling of someone caring and cuddling with him as he slept.

as he drunk in his own observations of everything, he cracks open an eye, his surroundings confirmed himself to be on his bed, as for the chilly metal ropes he feels cuffing his limbs and neck..

his once vibrant purple eyes scale his physical surroundings, nothing out of the ordinary, just the way he had left it, he's about to lower his eyelids when a shiver seized him by the spine.

he tilts his head ever so slightly to see what was going on behind him, and thats when it hit him.

it was never chains or shackles or.. anything!

it was always you.

your legs in between his curled slightly around his thighs, your cheek resting on his nape buried deeper, your breaths pushing against his bare skin the intimate contact that wasn't even contact.

your arms around his torso only tightened ever so slightly, clinging onto him, bounding him to the bed, bounding himself to you.

like he was some pet, cuffed to their post, waiting for their owner to come home.

erm that was lowkey unorganized im sorry

#istilldontknowhowtoendthese...

@sharkissm cause you love ur man right...

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@rinitoshiplzdateme @fishii-writes @reapkusho

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movie night with him but you're fidgety (?)

⭐︎ i do this with my friend's hands please dont bully me

the first few minutes of the movie go by pretty normal, intaking the story and world building, but up to a certain point, you feel bored, or rather. your body does.

without looking away from the movie, you instinctively you grab for his hand. only looking down when you finally have full access to his palm.

you're dead silent as you play with his hand, holding it like you would on the street walking side by side, laying it flat on your leg and comparing hand sizes (as if you haven't before).

the dialogue of the movie turns into a background hum, you barely paid any attention to it, you're too busy poking each individual joint on his fingers, his hand laying on it's palm on your clothed thigh.

tracing random shapes onto his palm, tracing the little imprints on his palm like lineart.

now you're jabbing lightly at the soft (or rough) pads of skin that are in between the the little lines on the inside of his hand, around 16 spots you counted.

now you rhythmically bump his knuckles, left to right, right to left, like they were buttons.

whether you were actually paying attention to the movie is up to you, but it's a lie to say it wasn't cute in any way for him.

he doesn't mind you occupying his hand, your seemingly no thought pokes and light tracing with your index finger amuses him to no end.

kita, aone, kageyama, tsuki, ushijima, sugawara, daichi, akaashi, iwaizumi, osamu (haikyuu), blade (hsr), ness, isagi, reo, gagamaru, bachira, rin & sae itoshi, karasu (blue lock), hayato suo (wind breaker) + your favs!

help this is my first time with this format...

ALSO I HATE TAGGING THIS

@fishii-writes @shrii-kk @wabatle @atlas-atlantic

@tofumiarchives @tired-xyra-urstruly @sharkissm @shidousprincess