#rambling: r. itoshi

[captain-hawks]

“stop checking your phone,” rin’s voice cuts sharply through the murky sea of idle thoughts simmering in your head, and you let out a defeated puff of air before placing it face down on the coffee table. 

letting your eyes slide back to the television screen, you make a feeble attempt at figuring out what’s going on in the movie that’s playing—though it’s been on nearly an hour now, and you can’t even remember what it’s called. 

suddenly, your phone vibrates, and you jump, reaching out to grab it. rin makes an annoyed sound, pushing it just it out of your reach with his foot. 

“rin!” you huff, leaning further off of the couch to grab it. 

your fingers just barely graze the tip of it before your entire body is swiftly pulled backward, and you land halfway in rin’s lap. 

the phone vibrates again, the noise clanging loudly against the table’s surface. 

rin’s arms slip around your middle before you can even try to move this time, holding you firmly in place.

(and your heart fumbles for several reasons.)

“what if it’s—” you protest weakly.

“he cheated on you twice.” rin’s breath is hot against the shell of your ear.

“but what if he—”

“ignore him,” rin murmurs, his nose brushing against your hair as he turns his face into the side of your head. “please.”

you shiver.

(he has every right, considering how you showed up sobbing on his doorstep last night.)

(—and given the way he told you not to give his brother the time of day in the first place.)

it’s confusing—this hot, dizzy swell of emotion fluttering in your chest. this urge to sink further into your best friend’s touch, to look him in the eyes and tell him to make you ignore sae.

(you wonder if he would.)

(you wonder what he’d do.)

itoshi rin's never one to back down from a challenge, after all.

[aureatchi]

me when fyodor is 21st on 100 most handsome anime !!!!

[asherasgayagenda]

ashe have you heard of blue lock

i have

YEAH I LOVE REO AND NAGI AND WHATS HS NAME BACHIRA AND RIN AND KUNIGAMI AND HHH GIRL GUY THE OH CHIGIRI (?) MAYBE UUHHH MC GUY GUY HHHHHH YOICHI AND THE GERMAN PLAYERS (?) ETC ETC

[captain-hawks]

rin itoshi x f!reader

prompt: flirting with a lifeguard to make him jealous (req. by @cheesypuffkins87)

c: established relationship, jealousy, slightly possessive!rin, kissing (all characters are 18+)

SPICY SLEEPOVER — HEAT WAVE (mild edition)

It’s a little ridiculous—this game you’re playing.

But you’re curious.

Idly toying with your engagement ring, which is currently flipped around and tucked onto the wrong finger, you shoot a stray glance over at the group of men playing football near the shore before turning your attention back to the lifeguard currently standing in front of you.

He smiles.

You smile back and make a show of stretching, well aware of how the movement of your body translates to your bikini top.

A late night spent laughing and drinking in the cozy living room of the beach house rental is to blame for your current predicament. Bachira had asked you if it was annoying being with a pro footballer, particularly because of his fans, to which you shrugged—Rin never made you feel anything but secure.

Isagi had then turned around, winking at you playfully as he said Rin should be the one worried about you getting swept off of your feet by someone cooler.

Your fiancé had leveled him with an unimpressed look, but you’d cut in before they could start bickering and said, “Rin doesn’t get jealous.”

Everyone had turned to balk at that in disbelief as Isagi barked out something about Rin being too confident for his own good.

“It’s called having a healthy relationship,” Rin had groaned, leaning his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle as you sat in his lap.

“I think you’re lying, man,” Isagi laughed.

“I hear some girls like a little possessiveness,” Bachira had innocently remarked, tapping his chin.

Rin didn’t miss your body’s subtle reaction to the thought, the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.

He sighed, rolling his eyes at the others, fingers feathering their way down your side. “Try me.”

After a few minutes of casual conversation with the lifeguard, who’s conventionally attractive in that loud, tanned, muscled sort of way (but not at all your type—clearly), you find yourself leaning against the side of the side of his wooden station as he shows off a shark bite scar on his torso.

You internally cringe at the flirty, fake laugh you reward him with, though he takes the bait in kind, winking as he flexes his muscles.

“Shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on the water?”

A familiar, judgemental voice cuts into your conversation, its tone jagged with an annoyed edge, and Rin’s warm body presses into your back as he wraps a hand around your waist, deft fingers curling around your hipbone.

The lifeguard’s eyes go a little wide as he looks between the two of you, clearly embarrassed, though he recovers a beat later as he snaps his fingers and asks, “Hey, you’re Rin Itoshi, aren’t you?”

Rin’s quiet for a moment, just long enough that you can tell the guy is starting to feel uncomfortable as he assumes he was wrong, until he replies, “Yep.”

The lifeguard grins, “Man, that’s so cool. Think I could get an autograph?”

“No,” Rin replies flatly, guiding you with him as he turns to walk away without saying another word.

He doesn’t say anything else as you walk back to the spot you’ve staked out on the beach, the rest of your friends still in the middle of a game that he’d clearly walked right out of once he spotted you.

As you lay back down on your towel, Rin rests his head on your abdomen, threading his fingers with yours. Mouth against your skin, he murmurs, “You win.”

You’re a little thankful his head isn’t up higher to feel how fast your heart’s still beating.

“What?” you tease.

Rin exhales, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your tummy before easing himself up onto all fours and hovering over you.

He leans down close, mouth brushing over yours, his breath warm against your lips.

“I said,” he rasps, slow and deliberate. “You win.”

Rin’s mouth doesn’t leave yours until you’re breathless, fingers carding through his sweaty, dark locks beneath the shade of the umbrella as you hear the whoops of laughter of your friends approaching off in the distance.

He holds your gaze as he pointedly puts your engagement ring back on the correct digit and kisses the tips of your fingers.