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Hiiii guys so sorry I haven’t posted anything in a whim just went through a terrible breakup then college and everything’s been terrible

But I’m back to taking requests!!!

#lookism

Hi lovely, I hope you’re doing well 🩵

Can I request Nagi, Reo and Rin (separated)having a crush, and the crush playfully flirts with everyone but them?

How would they do and how would the poor boys feel? 😭 I flirt a lot when I’m uninterested, and I become a potato when I fall for someone

Hii:) yea i am doing well thanks for asking sweets 🎀

I used some fancy words in this one 🫢 and I totally understand the flirting when you’re not interested it’s a pain sometimes

I hope you like it 💞

Unrequited love

Blue lock boys: Reo, Nagi, Rin

Nagi

Nagi couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched Y/N flirt with everyone around her. Her smiles, her playful banter—it was like a breath of fresh air that drew others in. But no matter how hard he tried, Nagi couldn't shake the feeling that she was deliberately avoiding him.

But amidst the frustration, there was a flicker of hope—a chance encounter, a shared moment where their eyes met and lingered just a second longer than usual. Perhaps, Nagi thought, there was still a chance for him to break through the barrier she had unknowingly built around herself.

And so, with renewed determination, Nagi vowed to find a way to capture Y/N's attention, even if it meant facing his own fears and insecurities head-on.

Reo

Reo found himself not only battling on the field but also battling with his own emotions. During the intense matches, his thoughts often drifted to Y/N, the one person who seemed to occupy his mind more than the game itself.

Yet, despite his best efforts to catch her attention, Y/N remained oblivious , her affections seemingly reserved for everyone but him. He watched from afar as she effortlessly charmed her way through interactions with everyone asides him ,

Reo's admiration for Y/N only grew stronger, fueling his determination to not only succeed on the field but also win her heart. But for now, he could only watch from the sidelines, longing for the day when Y/N might finally notice him.

Rin

, Rin saw himself a competition, not the competition of football, but caught in a different kind of competition one for Y/N's attention. His thoughts often strayed to her, the one person who seemed so close yet so far.

Y/N's magnetic charm drew others like moths to a flame, but Rin couldn't shake the feeling of being left out in the cold. He watched as she effortlessly flirted with fellow players, leaving him feeling like an outsider .

Rin couldn't deny the flutter in his chest whenever Y/N was near. He longed for her to see him, to notice the admiration hidden behind his eyes . But for now, he could only watch from a distance, hoping that one day Y/N might turn her attention his way.

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“what? me needing you?” he lifted one of his eyebrows. lips still pressed in a straight, thin line. “you must be dreaming, y/n.” were the words that banged through your brain all day and night. your eyes shot open, chest rising and falling at a fast pace. 

“fuck…” you cursed in a murmur. the thin fabric of your pajamas sticked to your chest from the cold sweat. still in a lying position, your arm landed on your right side. ‘cold sheets..’ you looked outside, the moon’s ray entered into your room dimly by the clouds covering it. 

after a sharp inhale then outhale, wiping away your tears before they could break their way on your face, the phone on the nightstand vibrated with messages. you turned over, checking it instantly. it was him. it was really rin this time.

“sorry for leaving so early. got things to do.” yeah. things.. his girlfriend probably missed her, it was better if he leaves anyway. you couldn’t get up. you didn’t want to see the traces of him all around in your bed. the mess he left you in. but you felt it. you still felt his filthy touch on your skin.

the obsession never got the best out of you. you fell. he didn’t. you loved. he didn’t. you wanted to be close to him. he tried to push you away. you couldn’t forget him. he couldn’t get rid of you because passion blinded you.

‘i got what i wanted, no? i did… then why am i so… so-’ you bit your lower lip, then continue remembering how you got here, in your bed, 3 a.m., seeing your thighs’ outline under the blankets. his scent got rubbed on you. how disgusting, yet sweet scent.

“don’t follow me. don’t come near me, y/n. you’re in the way of my career and life. i don’t need love.” ‘says the liar with a lover..’ you thought and gulped when he finally spoke to you. yes. he spoke to you, but these are not the words you were expecting nor you wanted to hear. he was your everything. not in a crazy shit way like pictures of him in your room, but it was hard to get him out of your head. then a regrettable idea popped into your head.

“if i can’t have your heart… can i have your body?” you looked determined. he scoffed. “you’re kidding-”

“i am not, rin.” a few seconds of silence passed. he frowned in disappointment. “i know that your girlfriend isn’t willing to do it with you.”

"don’t bring her up now." his tone got sharper. you flinched, it was almost like a blade.

"I understand.. that you don't want me like you want her but.. if we could try it.."

“..so you want me to..”

“yes. exactly.”

“but i don’t love you.” his lips curled into a snicker smile, like he could laugh at you, just because you were yearning for him and his touch. “you’re pathetic… okay.”

‘i don’t want to be used anymore’

‘but i will lose him…

‘he was never yours.’

your fingers tangled into your hair in frustration. you went through this almost every night when you were with him. you could do so much better but instead you’re having breakdown with his semen between your legs. his deep eyes gave you the hope every time, that one day… maybe one day, after breaking your heart countless times, your time will come. but why did you thought of something so stupid? you wanted his love. how? out of pity? but what if he doesn’t pity…

“don’t be stupid.“ after that night, determination settled into your mind. the cup filled and you got enough of all the ‘i don’t know her, what are you talking about?’ and ‘we’re just two strangers enjoying their life. nothing much and nothing less, you should get that into your brain. you’re not my first choice.” ‘i’m not his first choice..’ all your dignity got thrown out of the window and smashed into pieces. this time you realized, that the rin you got so much fond of was only a stupid image in your head and after time, you got attached to it. to his smell. to his skin. to his mesmerizing green locks and orbs. the way you imagined him smiling when looking at you. “why would i do that?”

“out of pity… maybe…” your throat were soar, the talking was hard, steam runned across your forehead, lips trembling, eyes avoiding his gaze.

“i thought you knew it.” he groaned.

“what?..”

“you’re truly despicable. ‘pity’? i don’t think so, it was more like… using you out.” you knew that. you knew that he wasn’t going to feel sorry for your stupid love for him. rin saw the potential sex partner in you. he was thinking with his dick. but this hit you like a car. so what’s now–

“what’s now? do you want to continue this or not?”

‘do i? will this ever change?’

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

HAIRCLIPS .ᐟ

cw: itoshi rin, fluff, gender neutral, established relationship, wc 300+

“doesn’t it bother you sometimes?”

“what exactly?”

“your hair. i've noticed you blowing it out of your face every now and then while you were performing the lotus earlier.”

rin cracks one eye open as he examines your expression, watercolor eyes searching for the tiniest hint indicating that you’re messing with him once more.

yet he’s met with nothing but pure curiosity as you scrutinize the olive bangs messily descending upon his face, concealing his pearly orbs like a veil, hiding them from your prying gaze.

“sometimes” he sighs before settling back into the yoga position he had been performing prior to your question.

with a silent hum you excuse yourself, leaving your lover to continue on with his exercises in tranquil silence.

the pitter patter of your hurried steps on the wooden tiles recures sooner than anticipated, accompanied by an exited chortle leaving your mouth as your hastened strides lead you over to him once more.

only as you flop down on the floor does he detect the metallic clinking sound of what he considers to be your jewelery box.

despite questioning your decision to put on your accessories in the living space rather than the bathroom, rin resolves to leave his eyes shut, deeming your presence rather soothing than a nuisance, expecting you to let him finish up his training without any disruption.

rin comes to the revelation that you enjoy messing with him even more than he already knew as he feels a cool metal sensation graze his forehead before the cover of his bangs gets lifted off his face by what he supposes to be one of your hairpins.

he's proven correct as you scoop one of the side pieces up with another pin, clipping it shut after fixating the small section on the side of his head.

"what are you doing?"

"helping you keep your bangs in place so they won't annoy you"

"and you had to use your pochacco clips to do that?"

"they look cute on you! besides.. they work don't they?"

"you're unendurable"

"but you love me"

"yeah.. i guess i tolerate you a little more than anyone else"

©️ rinsque — do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.

note. this is a repost from my former blog @/iohims

— flowerthief.

feat. itoshi rin. fluff <3 short drabble. rin doesn’t greet you without flowers.

itoshi rin shows up at your house at exactly 9:38 pm — standing in all his glory — drenched in sweat and a mess of shattered breaths. you know he ran all the way here, which you can’t find the reason for when you check the time twice to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

you would’ve said something like rin what the hell it’s so late or maybe just cross your arms and peer down at him with a look that says well? to what do I owe the pleasure except it’s only sarcasm.

you would say all that if the first thing he did as you opened the door wasn’t shoving the HUGE bouquet of flowers in your face.

you have no idea where this is going.

it takes 10 seconds for you to realise he’s not going to move from his spot unless you accept the flowers and get them out of your face.

“uhm... what?” is all you can say.

“flowers.” he replies. only now allowing himself to relax and lean against the wall.

“i can see that, but why now?” you bring your fingers to trace the petals. rin is aware of all your favorites, so you’re not surprised to find them sweetly tucked together.

in fact this isn’t the first time he’s given you flowers.

ever since three months ago at the start of your relationship, when you had mindlessly told him you’ve never been given flowers— rin had made it his life’s mission to bring you flowers every. single. day. it’s sometimes a bouquet of blooming colors, sometimes it’s just a small flower he could’ve found anywhere on the roadside.

rin doesn’t greet you without flowers.

“i was so busy with practice today, i couldn’t come earlier.” he says in a somewhat hurried tone, each word cut off by the next.

you think of the hurried text he’d sent you earlier — practice’ll drag out today. i can’t come. sorry. — it was simple, and you knew he was busy so you weren’t upset over it either.

“i thought you couldn’t come?”

“but i wanted to.”

that explains the impromptu visit past 9 pm, the disheveled hair and the beads of sweat collecting on his forehead saying he ran like there was no tomorrow.

“that’s okay rinnie. you give me flowers everyday. it’s okay if you were too busy.” your fingers trace the soft petals. rin holds his breath.

“no, it’s not. i give you flowers everyday. why should today be any different?”

a smile tugs at your lips. you feel giddy and warm. the thought that he’d rushed out of practice and took the time to get you a bouquet of your favourites just to come see you even though he must be exhausted — why he goes out of his way to make you feel special — it sort of steals your breath and make your heart ricochet like bullets in your ribcage.

so when you take your hand to brush his cheeks, the warmth lingering in your hands, rin takes a hold of it in a firm grip. his own hand resting on top of yours to keep it there.

his shoulders relax, “do you like them?” he asks, like always, eyes shining with a glimmer you only ever see around you.

“i love them.” you say, all your love for him and his flowers safely wrapped up in the syllables.

rin lets a small smile play at his lips, “...and?”

you laugh at this, knowing exactly what he means. “and i love you.”

“i love you too.” rin mirrors your laugh, a sputter of low breaths throughout the air.

© yuquinzel2024 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

one less draft. woohoo. fellas i present to you, rin, the epitome of “if he wanted to, he would.”