#Bunny Iglesias

[cheralith]

your weird friend bunny saving you from these a sleazy man who attempted to prey on you at the bar, excusing himself as your boyfriend. the man snarks that he’s just playing hero, that in reality—bunny is no more of a stranger than he is.

it’s only then that bunny pulls out his phone and shows off his wallpaper to the man, with you secured to him and watching as the man’s smirk falls when he sees it. he clicks his tongue and gives you and bunny a nasty look before leaving, with bunny only pleasantly smiling in return to disguise his pride.

you ask him what on earth he showed the man, and bunny shows you his set lock screen with little shame.

it’s a candid photo of you sitting in front of the mirror if your vanity that sat near your window and getting ready, looking surprisingly a lot more beautiful than what you were used to seeing in the mirror, with the sun that shone through the glass glittering in your face.

“it’s one of my favorite photo of you,” bunny compliments sweetly, making your heart melt.

you’re so distracted by how well bunny captured you that you don’t even notice the certain gleam in the corner of the picture from the window.

that the photo was taken from the outside looking in.

[emmyrosee]

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I present to you! BunSae popsicle date!!! ☀️🌴🌺🌊✨✨✨

Featuring a small comic!!

Bunny: When he says the K word 😳🤭😍

Lavinho: Kiss?

Bunny: 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵 ♥️

Bunsae’s entire dynamic be like:

[deckitout]

bunny iglesias........................ bunny................................

[snailsagi]

bunny

with and without the eye shine ummmmmmm i used the yukimiya chibi for this ya i still don’t really know how to do these edits properly but i’ll remake them one day

[cheshitora]

CUM ONE, CUM ALL

BEWARE! THESE SCARE ACTORS TAKE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL! ARE YOU PREPARED TO FIND OUT HOW?! FEAT. BUNNY IGLESIAS, MICHAEL KAISER & RIN ITOSHI X AFAB!READER

PROCEED WITH CAUTION : PREDATOR/PREY PLAY, STALKING, DUBCON ORAL (F!RECEIVING), FINGERING, DRY HUMPING, OVERSTIMULATION, SQUIRTING, BITING, GASLIGHTING, EXHIBITIONISM

FINAL CALL : i couldn't stop thinking about this. i stand by my statement that the bllk men would make the best scare actors. pls someone indulge on these thoughts w me. none of this is proofread but enjoy anyway 👅👅

⚠︎ BUNNY IGLESIAS

bunny runs his own side of the park. he gained massive notoriety after videos of his haunted maze went viral online, showcasing not only the colossal, inescapable labyrinth but also his refined technique in producing high quality scares. camera littered the halls, tucked away into corners to capture each individual scare adventurers faced.

at first, people were quick to look down on his attraction due to the usage of rabbit imagery and of course, his own name incorporated with the title of his maze. it was actually his name that caught the attention of you and a group of your friends to stop by the new stop and see what thrills waited beyond the caution sign.

your friend were fast to start making fun of the "cutesy" rabbit aesthetic, documenting their journey into the maze on their phones that would later lure in more eager participants, as the maze progressively becomes more horrific in its imagery and increasingly difficult to escape.

somehow you lost yourself within the tall walls of the puzzle, losing track of your friends and the sound of their shouts and screams. each turn led you to a dead end, forcing you to turn back and choose another route.

you were so engrossed in finding an escape that you barely registered the soft padding of footsteps nearing your from behind. and before you knew it, two strong arms wrapped around your frame, trapping you instantly as they pressed you to the cold walls.

you writhed and frantically screamed for your friends until a hand was clamped onto your mouth, the sight of a terrifying plastic bunny mask covered in splattered red paint appearing in your peripheral, a single finger rising to its lips in a "shh" motion.

you don't know why, but you nodded. you should've been scared, should've been terrified to the bone, but you also couldn't help but feel slightly intrigued by what was to come.

the assailant, seemingly happy with your compliance, slowly removed his hand from your mouth, pulling back his mask to reveal the face of a man you'd never seen before. a large scar on one side of his face, soulless crimson eyes and an unnerving grin that sent a shiver down your spine and your walls clench subconsciously.

his tongue swept across his lips, causing you to shiver again. leaning into you, his breath hot against your ear that triggered the goosebumps on your skin, he spoke.

"don't scream," he commanded. your eyes went wide at the sudden demand, but you nodded once more. the man grabbed the waistband of your shorts, pulling them ahrd and fast down your shaky legs.

well, that explains why he told you not to scream.

you squeaked in surprise, trying to push him away as he knelt down behind you, smothering your backside in hot, wet kisses that had you whining for more, despite the desperation in your movements to keep him away.

he hooked his finger into your panties, tugging them to the side and marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy, licking his lips like a man about to devour a five course meal.

without warning, bunny presses his face in between your cheeks, his tongue darting out to taste you. he moves between licking and sucking, erotic suckling noises coming from your backside as you tremble against the wall.

he places his large hands on your plush ass, spreading your cheeks apart to expose more of your sensitive flesh to satiate his appetite. he was crazed, his pink muscle moving expertly between your puffy folds, flicking the bud of your pussy with the tip of his tongue.

"que rico, amor," he pants between breathes, reattaching his lips to your lower ones, eyes rolling to the back of his head at your saccharine nectar on his tongue. he's relishing every second of this. every squirm, moan and whine ─ he's drinking it all up.

tears stain your painted cheeks, your mouth agape with only pitiful whines rising from your throat as heat pools in your lower belly, your slick sliding down his throat the more aroused you become.

"i.. i need to.."

"hm? you need to what, amor?"

"c-cum," you moaned. "i need to cum."

had this been a normal day, he probably would've made you beg, but the way you sounded, the sweet way you told him you needed release made his heart leap and cock harden more than it was already.

"mmm, then do it," he commanded, pressing a kiss to your slippery clit, his hands squeezing your thighs so hard he was sure to leave bruises on your skin. but you needn't be told twice, clenching your eyes shut as a wave of ecstasy crashed over you, a fountain of sweet juices spilling out of your pussy and into bunny's mouth.

he drank every drop you gave him, licking his lips clean of your slick before nibbling at your rear, leaving behind small red marks all over your skin.

giving your ass a small smack, he stands back up and leans into you, his lips right against your ear.

"smile, cariño," he whispers, placing his hand under chin and tilting your head back, your eyes widening with shock as they land on a camera in the corner of the hall. you forgot ─ this place was filles with cameras.

"you're a star."

⚠︎ MICHAEL KAISER

run, run, run as fast you can. because kaiser is not only one of the haunted house's best actors, but one of the most ruthless.

he might be disliked by his fellow actors, but there's a sliver of admiration for his skill and technique, finding him to be insufferable but down right chilling.

set up like a castle, the haunted house is expansive and impossible to navigate without light. it's dark and there's a special performer for each and every checkpoint and corner you turn and as the haunted house gained more attention and love from thrill seekers, kaiser's portion of the home became the side no one wanted to experience. people tried their best to get through his chambers as fast as they could but often found themselves at the receiving end of nightmare fueled terror and heart attack inducing scares.

kaiser's chambers gained immense popularity, which was what brought you and your partner to the massive haunted house, a long line extending from the front doors and cascading around the property. the wait was long and with you and your partner at the back of the line, it would be hours before you'd be able to enter.

by the time it was time for your party to go inside, it was 3am and surely the actors would be too tired to continue the act. to your surprise, they still produced the same high quality acting they gave the other groups of people, terrifying you and your partner to the point that when a masked actor charged at you with a knife, you accidentally ran off in another direction, losing sight of your partner in the darkness.

once you successfully lost the actor that was hot on your heels, you attempted to locate where your partner and the rest of your group went. you were alone ─ lost in a labyrinth of horror and no map to navigate your way out of here. but you barely even noticed just where you were too, the real reason why the scare actor that had previously chased stopped their pursuit.

the sound of a tongue clicking from somewhere in the darkness sent a nervous chill down your spine, sweat building on your forehead as you finally registered where you were ─ kaiser's chambers. you shakily turned around, barely making out the dark silhouette of a man sitting on a bed in the center of the room.

but you knew exactly who it was, the numerous videos of people experiencing the real horrors of the famed scare actor rolling out in your mind. a cheshire like smile stretched across his lips at the sight of your feared expression, tilting his head to the side with mock concern.

"what do we have here? you lost?" kaiser questioned, his tone condescending and showing no genuine worry for you.

you gulped, unsure of how to respond. yes, you were lost, but you knew he had no intention of helping you. his job was to scare, not to aid and you were anticipating his next move, making yourself ready to run if you needed to, as if you were facing against a real attacker.

big mistake.

his eyes narrowed at your stance, a look of frustration dancing across his face as he saw that you were trying to escape already. he hadn't even moved yet and you were already trying to run. kaiser didn't know if he should be offended or upset. instead, he flashes you another smirk, knowinf that your attempt to run was fruitless.

"there's no use running, schatz. that door locks automatically." he points to the door you came in from. it was closed and lockes from the outside, a favorite trick of his to ensure a proper scare and traumatize anyone who dared to enter his chambers alone.

you frantically charged at the door, banging and screaming for help, pulling and twisting the handle in despair.

"there's no use screaming either. this room is soundproof."

great. anything else you needed to know?

kaiser slid off the bed, the sound of his boots landing on the ground causing you to jump and turn to face him, your eyes adjusting to the darkness, his icy blue orbs nearly shining even in the dark. his heavy boots thudded against the ground as he inched closer to you, your body pressed back against the door, feeling helpless with no other way to escape.

but something about the way he stared at you uneased you. usually by now, from everything you've seen, he would've surely done or said something to you that would have had you crying and pleading for him to go away. he was a master of terror but right now, he seemed... different... hungry. there was a dangerous glint in his eye that told he wanted something more than just a simple scream from you.

that was enough to get you to try the handle again, making kaiser roll his eyes in frustration.

"i told you that won't work," he said, grabbing the back of your shirt and tugging you back towards him, your feet tripping from suddenly being forced to walk backwards.

you stumbled and landed in his arms, much to his delight. in a swift movement, he lifted you from the ground, hauling you over his shoulder and walking back towards the dilapidated bed, throwing you down onto the springy mattress.

you gasped when you landed on the bed, moving to sit up when you felt the weight of kaiser's large body nestle on top of you, sparing no second to crash his lips against yours. his tongue darted into your mouth, creating sloppy, wet kisses, his lips smacking against yours.

his hands climbed all over you, dipping eagerly into your pants, his fingers prodding at your quivering entrance. you bit down on his lip, placing your hands on his chest to get him off, but it was no good ─ he had you firmly underneath him.

his long digits began to dig their way into your tight, wet cavern, moaning against your lips at the feeling of your warmth around his fingers. pulling away from your mouth, kaiser breathes heavily, his warm breath fanning over your face, his eyes hooded and dark.

"fuck, schatz, you're so tight," he moans out, curling his fingers in a way that has you seeing stars. your body continues to squirm under him, his tongue sweeping across your cheek and along your jaw, nipping at your skin.

any attempt to shout is quickly replaced with whines and mewls as digits continue to move inside you, his movements slow and languid, like he was holding back on purpose. but he knew how to hit every spot, the ends of his fingers hitting your sweet spot that generates a burning fire in the pit of your belly.

he hits the same spot over and over, ramming his fingers into your cunt with a fire in his eyes, now determined to get you to crumble and fall apart, so he can do it again and again and again.

he's rock hard, but he's too obsessed with your contorted expressions of pleasure to think about his own aching need for you. right now, he needs to see you cum, not once or twice. but as many times as he can rip out of you.

wet slapping sounds, along with the song of your moans, fills the dark room, your moans turning into shrieks as kaiser rips your first orgasm out of you, tremors wracking through your body as your vision blurs with tears. breathing heavily, your hands shakily move to kaiser's chest again, weakly trying to push him off, but he doesn't move. pulling his hand out, kaiser hurriedly shoves your pants and panties down your hips, using his knee to spread your legs out.

his hand moves back to work on you again, lodging his fingers within your walls. tears prick the corner of your eyes, your body too weak to fight back, soft whimpers and pleas falling from your lips.

"n-no more, please," you begged, but kaiser didn't stop, his hand only picking up speed. he lets out a breathy laugh, finding joy in the way you plead for him to stop, even though your pussy was sucking his fingers back in.

"i don't think you want me to stop, schatz," he grunts, shoving his fingers in and out at a brutal pace. you subconsciously rolled your hips onto his fingers, pitiful whines filling his ears like a beautiful symphony.

"you came here knowing who i am. this is your fault ─ isn't this what you wanted?" he laughed. his tone was mocking and it did nothing to deter you from him. your pussy clenched around his fingers, trapping him within you. your words were falling on deaf ears, filtering out everything you said in favor of only listening to the crescendo of your beautiful song.

kaiser buried his face into your neck, biting down on the skin of your neck. his movements were sporadic, almost begging to feel you cum for him once more. you didn't know if you had it in you, but when your stomach began to wind up again, you knew you'd be coming soon.

you had never felt this kind of pleasure before, not even by the partner you loved so much, who was probably searching everywhere for you since you hadn't emerged from the haunted house yet. and just as you thought about them, there was a harsh banging on the door on the other side, your partner's voice calling out for you.

you wanted to call out for them, but your voice was lost, releasing only cries and mewls in favor of real words.

"c'mon, schatz. let 'em hear you," kaiser rasped, pulling out his fingers abruptly that had your body shaking violently, candy-sweet juices squirting out of your cunt. your eyes widened in surprise. you didn't even know you could do that, and kaiser seemed just as surprised, but happy nonetheless.

the frantic banging diminished and you could almost envision the look of disbelief on your partner's face from what they just heard.

kaiser pressed a kiss to your forehead, bringing his slick-coated hand to his mouth to suck off the rest of your arousal.

he knew your partner was still lingering on the other side of the door, most likely devastated at the idea of their girlfriend experiencing a pleasure they couldn't provide for you.

that's fine. you were his now anyway.

⚠︎ RIN ITOSHI

rin doesn't work in any of the haunted houses or mazes. he works as a stalker in the amusement park, weiding a long, heavy weight ax, a simple black and white mask covering his face. mysterious but scary enough to make park goers feel uneasy when they notice him from across the distance, especially as the night travels into the late hours near its close, the pathways emptying as people made their way back to their vehicles.

he's not a chaser. he doesn't bother to run after people who scurry off the second they see him coming after them. his long legs allow him the ability to reach people with long strides in seconds. he doesn't get paid enough to chase people throughout the park. in fact, sometimes he wonders why he even became a scare actor in the first place.

the night before halloween, you decide to visit the park with your friends, wanting to experience it one last time before they close it down for the season. you'd been a few times already earlier that month, but the scary ambience thrilled you nonetheless. rin had noticed you before every time you came, so he wasn't surprised to see you had come again on the eve of halloween.

it thrilled him, actually, in a way he hadn't felt before. before long, you started to notice a masked man following you and your friends around the park. knowing it was just another scare actor, you shrugged it off, giggling to your friends of how "creepy" he was being.

but when you walked off on your own to find the restrooms and spotted rin following you still, a blanket of uneasiness shrouded you, prompting you to walk faster further away from your friends. normally, you'd be flattered by a scare actor stalking you, but this felt different.

the park was booming with business, a sea of bodies slamming into you from all angles, the smell of alcohol and sweat burning your nostrils as you navigated the park hastily. rin kept up with you easily, enjoying the sight of you cautiously looking over your shoulder to see if he was still following.

even in the bustling crowd, he never lost sight of you. he was a wolf hunting down his prey and he reveled in the chase, actively pursuing you, letting you believe you had the upper hand.

after pushing your way through the crowd, you emerged sweaty and breathless, hoping you were able to lose rin in the crowd.

believing you were finally safe, you try to circle back around the park to where your friends were last, only to find yourself in a much more deserted side of the park. there are a few ride attendants but very little people around. as you walked alone through the dark walkways, a hand reached out from the small alleyway of two shops that were closed for the night, darkness blanketing over you and the man that pulled you in.

it was him ─ somehow, he had been able to keep up and now he had you in his grasp. he pushed you against the wall of the shop, your chest pressed firm into the brick layering. he leaned into you, his large body covering yours as he pulled up his mask, his teals eyes illuminating in the dull lighting, waves of hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he sprinkled feather light kisses to your neck.

"i didn't think you'd really try to run from me," he rasped out, rolling his hips against the curve of your ass, eliciting languid mewls from you, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you back against him. he rubbed his bulge desperately between your cheeks, low grunts seeping between his lips as he nibbled on your ear.

he's not sure what's come over him, but seeing you so scared, so desperate to get away from him ─ it excited him. he's followed many people around the park all month, instilled a great amount of fear into several other park goers who underestimated his skill, but nothing compared to the shock and fear in your eyes, the way your body trembled and writhed, the soft moans he pulled from you the faster he humped you from behind.

he hates dry humping. what was he, a horny 15 year old? but this was all he could get for now, biting down into the skin of your shoulder that earned a loud scream from you, a scream so loud it was sure to attract anyone close by. but that didn't deter him, your loud shrieks causing his cock to twitch and leak.

"f-fuck... 'm gonna cum," he groaned, snaking his hand into your skirt to rub at your needy clit, moaning when he feels how slick and eager you are for him, despite your attempts to push him away.

"looks like you're enjoying this too." his tone was monotonous but there was an edge of desperation to it, like he was holding himself back from doing more to you.

his long fingers slipped between your drenched folds, wasting no time to press his digits into your awaiting hole, curling them inside of you as he slowed his pace, wanting to make you cum first.

your arousal made it easy for him to punch his fingers in and out of you rapidly, the obscene sound of squelching sending a tingle down his spine as he began to rub his clothed shaft against your rear again. the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers nearly sent him into oblivion, but he held back, telling himself to wait until you came first.

and you weren't that far. you erupted in moans and whines as the winding coil in your belly came undone, your gummy walls sucking rin's fingers back inside of you. your screams and moans were an unholy symphony to his ears and he followed you shortly after, painting his boxers with his hot seed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. thank god you couldn't see his face.

when you arrived at the park, getting dry humped by a scare actor wasn't what you were expecting to happen tonight. but for rin, the second you stepped through the doors of the park, he knew he had to get you alone. he'd probably lose his job after this, but halloween was tomorrow so he didn't care.

besides, he was just going to follow you home anyway.

©ALL WORKS BELONG TO CHESHITORA. PLAGARISM AND STEALING WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEIR ORIGINAL CREATORS BUT THE STORIES ARE MY OWN WORK.

[pinkpom-s]

Bunny Iglesias

call me a gooner artist and i will not care 🐦‍🔥🐦‍🔥🐦‍🔥🐦‍🔥

[em0kuto]

blue lock boys react to…

‘YOUR MONTH/HOROSCOPE, YOUR X’ meme

i LOVE when these pop up on my insta feed! i always send my friends theirs so why not see how the BL boys would react ;p

character mentions: many!!! but if there’s someone you would like me to add - pls comment below

⚠︎ content: no warnings, just straight crack lmao

word count: 200

responds instantly with “BABE THAT REALLY IS ME” and would send yours back even though he clearly knows you’ve already seen it

BACHIRA MEGURU, shidou ryusei

asks you if it’s accurate because he loves seeing how excited you get when you explain it to him

AIKU OLIVER, alexis ness, hiori yo, YUKIMIYA KENYU, kunigami rensuke, nanase nijiro, marc snuffy

confused by what it all means but pretends to know so you continue sending them because he secretly loves it

isagi yoichi, NAGI SEISHIRO, gagamaru gin, niko ikki, kurona ranze, tsurugi zantetsu

teases you because he thinks his is better than yours

otoya eita, karasu tabito, bunny iglesias, julian loki

proceeds to send you paragraphs on how horoscopes aren’t even real

ITOSHI SAE, chigiri hyoma, kiyora jin, noel noa

says his isn’t accurate (when in fact it was, he just didn’t like the answer) and proceeds to doom scroll on the account to try and prove his point (he doesn’t)

itoshi rin, MICHAEL KAISER!!!!!!!!, sendo shuto, raichi jingo, chris prince

crashes out because he gets read to filth

lavinho, mikage reo

leaves you on read

barou shoei, ego jinpachi

© em0kuto '25. pls don’t plagiarise or steal. inspo is fine, just credit me!

日本語で翻訳したかった��、メッセージを送ってください。♡

[beepboopix]

doodles of this new bunny guy, he seems silly 😼

[serafiene]

THE BEST PLAYER IN THE WORLD

𝜗ৎ⋆. featuring: s. itoshi, b. iglesias, m. kaiser

╰┈➤ ❝ [wherein, his child was interviewed after his successful game—saying something that left them speechless.] ❞

⚠︎ fluff (suggestive! at every end) / dad!sae itoshi / dad!bunny iglesias / dad!michael kaiser

part 2 (rin, reo, shidou)

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disclaimer! this was written before bunny iglesias’s real character or some other things about him were released/explained, meaning we barely know him. i hope all of you will take the time to read this first, so no one would come back attacking this fic, saying i made him too ooc once his character is explained in the manga. however, i hope you all enjoy reading this. thank you!

ITOSHI SAE

with a focused mind and precise techniques, sae itoshi dominates the field, gliding and escaping opponents with ease. usually, the goal is his only field of vision, yet today was an exception; not when he’d realized you and your son was watching his game.

you were obviously enthralled by the intense game—jumping excitedly with a corny banner in your hands, yelling “i love yous!”, “that's my husband!”, and various encouragements as he went for the goal—a rather amusing contrast to your son’s usual quiet and calm demeanor on your side. it might not seem like it, but he knew his son was feeling the same way as his mother, with that obvious glint in his eyes.

the game ended with a victory for sae’s team, as usual. as the three of you were about to leave the stadium, you found yourselves surrounded with hordes of reporters and sports journalists. sae, with his fatherly instincts, covered his son’s face from the unending flashes of cameras, his other hand supporting on the small of your back—answering the same old questions in his usual unenthusiastic and blunt tone.

just when he thought everything was over, the microphone was pointed at his son, asking him how he felt about his father’s game. sae was about to protest but stopped himself after seeing his son speak without discomfort. it was gentle—heartfelt—leaving sae in awe.

“...i love my papa. he's the best player in the world.”

oh how his heart melted.

and just like after any other hectic day, the three of you reunited in a usual familial tranquillity. “he’s sleeping so soundly, must be tired from all the cheering.” you giggled, pressing a gentle kiss on the young boy’s cheeks. your heart felt so full, admiring his sleeping little frame and how his chest heaves calmly in his slumber.

“what cheering? you're the one whose yelling desperately; also, what's with the lukewarm banner?” sae remarked with a playful snort, making you pout.

you clicked your tongue. “sae, baby made that.”

sae, who was leaning on his son’s bed post, straightened—crossing his arms in dismay. “you could have told me that sooner.” he groaned, pressing a gentle kiss on the young boy’s temple—a goodnight kiss. unknowingly, your lips tugged slightly at the rare, heartwarming gesture he only showered for you and your son alone. it was unfairly beautiful how they looked exactly alike. “what?”

you shook your head with a noticeable small smile. “nothing. just wondering why he looked exactly like you even though i carried him for months.”

he hummed, coiling his rigid arms onto your waist, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips—teal eyes locking with yours. “you and your tepid way to say you want another one...”

you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his nape. “would they look like me this time?”

“not gonna promise” sae groaned, nuzzling on your neck as he indulged in the cozy embrace of your warmth—his sanctuary.

you sighed playfully. “you're so greedy, you big baby...”

“‘m not; our baby loves me. ‘i’m the best player in the world’ he said.”

you giggled at the slight crack in his voice when he attempted to imitate your son’s tone. “you just want another one to compliment you like that, don't you?” you bite back further; sae groaned a response.

and with that, he captured your lips with a sigh, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing—walking out of your son’s bedroom and locked yourselves into yours.

another one wouldn't hurt, right?

BUNNY IGLESIAS

the crowd goes wild. bunny iglesias, the star player of fc barcha, had done it again with a super golazo—commentators, fans, and soccer enthusiasts boomed with astonishment at the unbelievable spectacle.

bunny, with his signature pose, smiled at the jumbotron after the mind-blowing goal. but alas, he was surprised when he saw his daughter’s small frame on the screen with her usual coy smile, along with you—his lovely wife—doing the same pose; he smiled, feeling his heart melt. he wasn't expecting for the two of you to show up at his game today for important reasons, but you did.

just when the game ended, you two decided to meet him on the field. “papà!” your daughter called, running towards his father with her little steps.

bunny excused himself from his teammates and approached both of you—open arms. “ày, mi pequeña bebe.” he sighed, lifting his daughter into his arms for a hug, eliciting a soft giggle from her.

“papà is sweaty and smelly, right now, honey..” you tried to reprimand her but to no avail.

“and my lovely wife…c’mere give me a kiss..”

you rolled your eyes, playfully making gagging noises. “not with that sw—”

he interrupted you with a deep kiss on your lips. “bunny!” you scolded with a flustered face—frantically checking if your daughter saw that; she didn't.

being the star player of the game, bunny was swarmed with dozens of reporters and sports journalists asking questions and his thoughts about the game. he answered each one and was about to excuse himself when one of the journalist interviewed his daughter. being the coy type, she hid on her father's chest for a while but then answered.

bunny—feeling proud of his daughter’s unexpected bravery despite being shy—couldn't help but listen.

every word.

her voice was melodious—delicate and doubtful. “...papà—the best player in the world. i love my…papà.” she finished, nuzzling her face on her father's pectorals.

god, he swore he almost teared up after hearing those words.

the night went on, and now, you found yourselves in the cozy presence of your home. your daughter was playing with her toys in the living room, while you two watched the fruit of your love with fondness from the distance—endearingly. “she's growing up so fast…” bunny whispered, his voice raspy, tinging with fatigue. he sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzled on your shoulders.

“yeah. too fast she almost made you cry from that heartfelt speech earlier.” you chuckled; he groaned protestingly.

just when you were about to jest further, he cut you off with a chaste but deep, loving kiss—enough to ilicit a low moan from you. “you wounded me. how about a paella as a sorry, hm?”

“not in a mood to cook, but since you asked so nicely, i’ll give you a chance..” you chuckled. “would you like something for dessert?” you added, wrapping your arms around his nape and biting the flesh of your lips.

“mhmm…you after dinner would be nice.” he bit back, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.

“ày no, papa—ice cream please..”

a tiny voice interrupted, jolting you both away from each other with flushed faces. “ah sí, sí, ice cream for my little baby..” bunny was quick to cover with a nervous smile. as he guide her back to the living room, he looked back at you and mouthed, “can’t wait for that dessert” with a stupid wink.

bunny couldn’t be more contented: received some heartfelt words from her daughter that almost made him cry; received a promised dessert right after dinner from his wife.

god. what a day.

MICHAEL KAISER

“goal!!”

“unbelievable! michael kaiser scores with that daunting strike!”

“a prodigy indeed!”

the sports commentators stated further with amazement and admiration in their voices. deafening cheers erupted around the stadium—banners and club flags flowing—a clear sign of praise for his prodigiousness.

everyone's eyes were on him—with his undeniably inexplicable aura on the field, no one could take their eyes off him. the same goes for the familiar two figures on the vip seats; everybody couldn't help but take a double take—even michael was no exception.

who wouldn't be? it was the head turning, lethal visage of you and his daughter.

with his usual complexity, he scurried around your area and when your eyes met, he mouthed a “you’re so beautiful” and dramatically caught the flying kiss his daughter blew, holding it to his heart—an amusing sight caught on the video board.

he wasn't expecting for his wife and daughter to travel all the way to the other side of the globe for this game, but michael was beyond ecstatic and pumped up now that the two of you are here.

the game continued for who knows how long, but ended in an undoubtedly victory for bastard munchën. and michael didn't miss a minute. after the final whistle blew, he made his way to his family and hoisted you both off the seats to join him on the field. fans, soccer enthusiasts and club teams were eyeing the heartwarming reunion.

“meine lieben mädels…”

he was so eager, he immediately carried his daughter and pressed kisses all over her cheeks. you, on the other hand, luckily managed to stop him from giving you a toe-curling french kiss right there with a finger on his lips—a bold move. not long after the sweet reunion, reporters and sports journalists swarmed the three of you, firing the same questions and flattering remarks to your husband, which he answered with precision and confidence.

just when the three of you were about to excuse yourselves for some family time, one bold journalist pointed a mic at your daughter.

brave enough, she answered with the same confidence: blue eyes looking straight for the camera, a fascinating smile tugging at her lips; you both couldn't help but mentally high-five for making such a confident and exquisite child.

kaiser listened, letting her precious daughter shine in the spotlight he owned with a proud grin. but what surprised him and left him speechless was her authenticity and genuine tone. “...my papa, he's the best player in the world. i love him and my mama.”

michael kaiser was in awe; so we're you. he didn't know what good he had done to be blessed with such a tender, kind-hearted, and lovable human being.

those words were stuck on his brain for hours. he felt full and embraced with warmth—he vowed that those were one of the most memorable phrases he would never forget.

“micha.” you snapped him back to reality, with a slight tap on his shoulder. “..you okay, baby?”

he blinked; once, twice, and only then he realized he had spaced out. he shook his head with a low chuckle. “i'm okay, just—”

“taken aback by our little baby’s words? i know.” letting out a contented sigh, you sat next to him at your shared bed, cupping his cheeks. reflexively, he leaned into the the warmth of your hands with a groan.

“schatz, what did i do to deserve such a good, little human being?”

you smiled. “i don't know about you, must be because she got those traits from me?” you teased.

“is that so…?” he snorted, taking your hands off his cheeks before pinning them above your head on the bed. you tried to protest, but he cut you off with a soft peck on your lips. “is she asleep?”

you chuckled. “what’re you plan—”

he kissed you again—deeper this time; you hummed in satisfaction.

“that’s for lying to your magnificent husband, schatz.”

with locked eyes, you both stared at each other in silence, glossy eyes shining beneath the dimly lit chandelier—indulging in the warm embrace of each other's presence. he released your hands; you wrapped them around his nape. pressing his forehead against yours with a sigh, you smiled and whispered, “you raised her well, micha. we raised her well..”

then it hit him—the tears he had been restraining for hours—trickling down his face.

he sobbed infront of you; you hugged him close, rubbing circles on his back—a comforting gesture.

you didn't judge him everytime he cried. you let him sob his happiness out—after all, michael kaiser always did his best to be the best parent.

alongside you.

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

“𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘!” — 𝐟𝐭; 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐬

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; when you call out for your pet rabbit, you don’t expect for someone else to respond instead.

𝐜𝐰 ; gn!reader, use of (y/n), swearing, guys don’t question this (i’m down bad🥀)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; yes it’s been a day since he debuted. no i don’t care.

“bunny? bunnyyyyyyy!”

you’ve never felt so embarrassed in your life. grass brushing against your ankles, you whipped your head back and forth, searching for your pet rabbit. you had just wanted to take her out for some fresh air like you always do; she was your baby after all. and suddenly, she saw another rabbit and jumped out of your arms.

and now, you find yourself in this situation, calling out for your rabbit like an idiot. you wondered if anyone nearby thought you were an exhibitionist calling out some weird ass pet name, which you technically were, but it was a different type of pet name.

“bunnnnnnnny!” you made sure to not shout too loudly; you loved your rabbit, but this was a public park, and you’d be fucked if you embarrassed yourself here. what if your classmates heard about it and made fun of your tomorrow during lecture? hopefully college students would be mature enough to not care anymore. hopefully.

and yes, your rabbit’s name is literally bunny. you weren’t creative enough to come up with a name other than “lady scrumptious fluff” or “emma”, and your friend had gave you the nastiest side eye when you told her. “you are not naming your rabbit ‘emma.’”

“what about lady scrumptious fluff?”

“that’s just setting her up for public humiliation.

in the end, you both ended up on the name “bunny.” it was technically true and it was cute, so what did you have to lose? and now, you’re caught up in this embarrassing situation. hopefully there was no one around named bunny; well, probably not. who in their right mind would name their child bunny? and even so, who in their right mind who allow themselves to be named bunny?

bunny iglesias tilted his hat down, enough to cover nearly the entirety of his eyes. was it another one of his fans? did you see his scar and recognize him? or maybe his hair was too obvious? either way, he hoped that he would be able to take a walk in peace. he managed to ditch the paparazzi, but seems like he can’t ditch his forever dedicated and devoted fans.

“bunnyyyy!”

he was too lazy to deal with fans right now. seeing their overly enthusiastic expressions when seeing him made him sick; enough for thoughts of death to cloud his mind. he didn’t want to see their sickeningly eager faces right after a long and tiring practice. and he had an interview tomorrow, which was even more to deal with.

“hey, um, excuse me,” you muttered, tapping on his shoulder. he turned around, expression bland. shit, did you catch up to him? “have you seen my rabbit? she’s small and white with floppy ears. she’s also very fluffy and has a pink collar.”

oh.

oh.

so he was overthinking it then? but seriously, who names their rabbit ‘bunny?’ “you named your rabbit ‘bunny?’” he asked, smile tugging at his lips. you blinked, noticing how his grin didn’t quite reach his eyes. this was probably the realest fake smile you had ever seen.

“yeah, long story. but anyways, have you seen her—“ you averted your eyes to the long patches of grass next to your feet, and your eyes widened, and smile stretching onto your face. “bunny! there you are!” you exclaimed, scooping the ball of white into your arms. she nibbled on your hand, perhaps mistaking it for grass.

bunny expected your enthusiasm to infect his mind with suicidal thoughts, but instead, it was almost humorous, considering how his name was also bunny. “looks like you found her.” he said, the sickening thoughts of death being dulled by his amusement.

“yeah, i did. by the way, i never got your name.” you said, sticking out your hand. he shook it, yet another tight smile on his face. “(y/n) (l/n). i go to college nearby.”

“bunny iglesias, and i’m a student too.” technically speaking, he was a student of the fc barcha team, right? he shook your hand. you froze, a fit of laughter suddenly coming over you.

“seriously?! you’re named bunny?!” you exclaimed. “sorry, that was rude.” you managed an apologetic smile.

“no, it’s fine. i get that reaction a lot.”

but he stared at you. why did he have no negative thoughts when he sees your smile, unlike how he is when he sees other smiles? that’s so fucking weird.

“well, i’ll see you later, bunny.” you stated, emphasizing the ‘bunny.’

the next day, you scrolled through tiktok, expecting more celebrity and political drama as usual. but instead, you stumbled across a tiktok from a famous late night show.

“FEATURING: THE NEW GENERATION 11’S BUNNY IGLESIAS!”

what.

“y’know, you’ve got a funny name. ‘bunny.’ have you ever had an incident related to your name?” the host asked.

“just yesterday, actually,” bunny said, a smile tugging at his lips. “someone had lost their pet bunny and was calling out for them. i thought that they were calling out for me, so it was very embarrassing.” the crowd laughed, the host patting him on the back.

oh god. he was talking about you. but something else was wrong; yesterday, when he first began to talk to you, only a fake smile glossed over his face. not only that, but before and after he talked about you on the show, his smile was fake as well.

so why was his smile so genuine when he was talking about you?

@yukixnat

[kaiser1ns]

No matches. No practice. No mercy from the busted AC either. Just you and your boyfriend, BUNNY IGLESIAS, who is hot, shirtless, and leaning against the kitchen counter with one eyebrow raised and a melting ice cream bar halfway to his lips.

"So what even is this about?" he mutters, glancing down at the soft pink ribbon you’re tying around his bicep like it's some good luck charm, or simply donating some of that girl power in his blood system.

"It's a cute trend," you answer, tugging the ends into a neat little bow on the curve of that impossibly large arm.

"You see me shirtless every day," he says, licking at the corner of his mouth, and considering his casual tank tops and the fact that he’s always shirtless at home. The man is 191cm of lean, carved-up perfection of a Greek God: biceps, abs, thighs, all of it, or in other words, a living, walking sin.

"Yeah?" you say sweetly, but when you lean in, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then just below his ear, now this is what gets his attention. "I never get tired of seeing you look like my personal prize." He huffs, but he’s grinning when you loop the pink satin carefully, knotting it in a pretty little bow around the thickest part of his bicep. It looks ridiculous…ridiculously hot. Contrast of soft and sharp, muscle and ribbon, pure masculine cockiness wrapped in a pink glitter.

“Okay,” you whisper, smiling as you look at your piece of art. “Flex.”

He does, but just a little at first, teasing you. Then harder and the muscle swells, vein popping, and the ribbon stretches—SNAP. You blink before the lace bursts apart, watching it fall on the floor.

“¡Ay, no!" Bunny grins, smug as ever, not even surprised that this happened. “Guess you’ll have to use a chain next time.” Already planning a redo. Maybe one tied tighter, or not at all, if he keeps looking at you like that.

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[kumasakka]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐓 ! ❞

　at some point you just seem desperate to get his attention — so you decided to boost your confidence with your best outfit, even catching the attention by the people you’re surrounded by while walking past. ( based on the song MINISKIRT by AOA )

ft. iglesias bunny , itoshi sae , michel kaiser , itoshi sae.

content. 3.3k words , slightly suggestive , fluff , insecurity , jealousy (you’re the jealous one) , situation ship (in sae’s one) , kind of toxic (in bunny’s and michael’s one) , up to 0.5-0.6k per drabble (bunny’s and sae’s), up to 0.8-1.0k words per drabble (michael’s and rin’s) , crappy writing. cringe. credits for dividers @/dollywons !!

authors’s note. ahhhh rin’s part is so much more longer than the others TT BYE? I JUST NOTICED Y/N ISN’T EVEN WEARING A MINISKIRT IN BUNNY’S PART…

IGLESIAS BUNNY.

　MAKING you smile was never his goal or intention. He wanted to see everything else but you smiling. He doesn't want you to enjoy your life to the fullest, he doesn't want to watch you live your life so freely without him.

And knowing that you had feelings for him, he started to be a little bit of an asshole. How? By giving you less and less attention to feed his growing fanbase (as if it wasn't large enough) the attention — the attention you deserved.

Don't misunderstand his actions wrong. After all you two aren't friends, you two are dating so don't worry. He would never cheat on you. The only problem is that you two aren't official, since you two don't want to deal with the media. So of course people think you're just friends.

Honestly speaking, you'd rather get bothered by social media, rather than him acting like a single man(whore). Of course you noticed how busy he started to get lately and even had the audacity to reply some fan mails! During your stay-at-home dates.

Your eyes that look at me. It's not the same as before.

Pulling the bag closer to your hip, you walked towards your seat with your head held high — showing absolute perfection with every step taken. Perhaps you were a goddess walking down the floor as if it was built for her.

Yes, probably.

"There you are." his gaze followed you through the reflections in the window and his head slowly turned to you.

But why do you look at me like I'm a worn-out shoe?

"I apologise for making you wait." you politely nodded your head as a waiter pulled the chair back for you. "Thanks."

I'm so pretty whatever I wear.

His eyes glided down your figure, taking in the sight in front of him as you sat down. You wore an off-shoulder bodycon dress, radiating a soft glow almost with the lights of the chandelier above you.

Everything else was covered though because you wore a matching cropped blazer over your shoulder, preventing everyone else to see more than your neck and collarbone.

I'm so sexy, even if I don't show skin.

"What are you going to eat..?" you asked carefully, eyes glued to the menu.

Underneath the calm and collected mask was a helpless, panicking and lost girl. The stares you received from the restaurant was making you feel a little pressured and sweat. At some point you felt like you were getting undressed by those eyes.

Nevertheless, you could swear they were fancier than you by miles! Richer and better dressed.

"Actually, I'm not hungry." he snapped you out of your thoughts as he sent you a fake smile. "Eat whatever you want, I'll pay."

"Oh..." you trailed off, sounding a little awkward after that.

That hoe invited you to dine out, but now he's pulling this move?

"If I’m being honest… I have to admit the same, I'm not hungry." you returned the same fake smile, placing a leg over the other and accidentally hitting his leg under the table.

"Really?" he acted surprised, a chuckle leaving his lips.

That's what he wanted to see, a fake smile.

"Excuse me?" someone spoke up, making your heads turn. "You two aren't dating, right?"

"Dating..?" you blinked in surprise, eyes slowly glancing to your partner, "No, we aren't dating. Just friends."

"Ah..!" the girl's eyes lit up at that and got her phone out. "Then, can I get your number?"

"O-Oh!" you stuttered, about to close your eyes because she was as blinding as light. "Actually—"

"She is currently seeing someone though." the male stood up from his chair and walked up to your side. "Sorry to crush your hopes."

"Really? But you aren’t the one, right?" the girl took a hesitant step back.

"Nah..." he smiled, suddenly pulling you up from your seat. His arms finding itself behind your back and under your knees, carrying you bridal-style.

"Let me down!" you cried out. "This is kidnapping..!"

"Dove, we're in public." he whispered as he sighed out.

"Help..!" you looked over his shoulder, back to the gorgeous girl who was left confused. "My number is 7xx—"

"Pshhhh."

ARE YOU A COUPLE NOW OR?

ITOSHI SAE.

　SEEING your friend surrounded by fans and also fangirls, wasn't the most pleasant sights for you. Of course, you have seen worse than this but you still can't help but feel a little jealous when they get so much more attention. (He doesn’t even look at them)

But again, Sae and you are well — it's very complicated between you actually. You two are definitely more than friends but also less than lovers. Others may call it a situation ship. Yet, is it one though?

Yes, actually yeah. You can't deny it yourself.

The feeling of warmth and joy always blooms in your stomach whenever you get even the smallest amount of his attention. You also can’t deny that you have feelings for him. Nevertheless, you aren't sure if he feels the same for you though!

At the end you aren't sure or confident that something will spark between you two if you did confess. On the other hand, your pride doesn't let you confess — because well. Your parents taught you it should be the other way around. Yeah…

Risky high heels, black stockings.

"Sae, I wondered where you were. I was waiting for your message like some kind of idiot.”

You won't be able to take your eyes off me.

People were staring at you, boys and girls. You walked past all of them, each step taken with confidence as if you were walking down the red carpet. The girl in all her glory, a shine almost incomparable to others.

When I wear a miniskirt. And walk down the street, everyone looks at me.

Most importantly Itoshi Sae was staring at you. Though, his expression blank and his teal eyes blinking a few times. His face was unchanged, just his usual stoic facial expression. You may say that he was unfazed by your outfit.

But why are you the only one who doesn't know?

"[name], sorry for making you wait." he apologised briefly, sounding so dry while doing so.

"Look at you, enjoying all the attention." you whispered. Almost — almost about to huff loudly in annoyance and maybe even desperation. "Let's go."

"Sure." he didn't even look back to the group of fans, turning his back to them to walk beside you.

"Holy— Don't tell me that's his fucking girlfriend..?"

"I failed as a girl. I didn't know he had a girlfriend!?"

"Why simp for him, when we just can worship her lol?"

"Back the fuck off..."

"Get in." he opened the door to his car for you like the gentleman he is.

"Thanks..." you muttered out and sat down on the passenger seat as you cursed yourself inwardly and wanted to rip your hair out. Did you seriously thought he would care an ounce for your stupid outfit? Well now you know.

"Here." as soon as he closed the door on his side, he threw his jacket over your lap, not minding enough to even glance into your direction. "Isn't it cold?"

It's summer.

"No." it's literally so hot, you stiffly answered and were about to give him back his jacket.

"Take it." he demanded, starting the car.

"But—"

"Take it." the audacity to interrupt you.

You knitted your eyebrows in annoyance and adjusted it on your lap before opening the window to let fresh air in. But Itoshi fucking Sae had different plans again.

"H-Hey!" you let out, immediately turning your head to him.

"Don't want anyone to see me." he answered, closing the tinted car window on your side again.

Oh you were about to jump this mother—

But if you only knew how hard he was fighting the urge to just slam his head against the wheel.

NO ONE SHOULD SEE YOU BUT HIM.

KAISER MICHAEL.

　JUST like Michael Kaiser, you too are confident with yourself. Your ego may not reach his, but you two know how headstrong you can be — how stubborn you can be.

That's also the reason why you two often struggle to communicate properly, not owning the right pride to speak up after a fight. Why should you try to solve everything when he made the mistake?

And if you two want the same thing? Oh boy, you are fighting over it like siblings would. In your weird relationship, you two act like friends, fight like siblings and love like a (strange) couple.

Honestly speaking, you can't believe you two have been together for over a year. Like with each month, it comes with each problem which ends in complete silence. And you decided to not talk about it unless the other starts.

How do you still communicate without a word?

"Alexis, tell this..." you stopped yourself from cursing, "this man to get over his ego and apologise.”

"Alright..." the poor poor boy answered as he walked out of your room to enter Kaiser's.

Mind you, you two live in the same house and share the same bedroom. But whenever there is a problem, he sleeps in the guest bedroom — the guest bedroom that is two doors away.

"He didn't answer and ushered me to go away." alexis came back and tried to put on a smile.

You only ignore me, I don't know where I'll bounce off to.

"Ah... Thanks." you answered, eventually turning to your friend with a frown. Maybe a sulk?

That's the downside for Alexis Ness when he's friends with both of you. Yes, he may be more loyal to Michael but at the end, he doesn't want you two to break up because that's the happiest Michael has ever been.

You don't know it and surely, Michael doesn’t realise it. But Alexis can swear on his whole life that without you, Michael would be not him and all of his struggles return to the starting point again. (The fake ego and all).

"Is there another message you want me to bring over?" Alexis questioned curiously, watching how you painted your nails.

I make time to get my nails done,

"No..." you breathed out and tried to perfect your skills, "sit down next to me."

"Yes, ma'am." he walked towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed next to your desk.

"I can't believe he's being such an asshole." you let out frustrated and put your finger tips into ice-cold water to fasten the drying process.

"Yeah..." Alexis was about to sigh out yet he held himself back. "How about... you put an end to this and speak up first...?"

"Alexis." you warned, immediately turning your head to glare at him.

"Alright." he sealed his lips again and kept you silent company.

"Whatever…” you rolled your eyes as soon as the nail polish dried. "Today, I'm trying out a new hairstyle."

"Oh? Which one?"

"You'll see." you send him a quick smile before getting your brush.

and change my hair.

It took a while for your hair — trying to brush out all knots and style it like the perfectionist you are. It took real long actually, so long that Alexis was about to fall asleep. But you just had to perfect your hairstyle. Despite the hellish pain.

How does the saying go? Whoever wants to be beautiful, must suffer.

"Get out." you ushered the boy to leave for privacy, pushing him out of the room.

"Of course..." he muttered and closed the door behind him.

I wear new shoes and wear a miniskirt but you don't notice.

"How do I look?" the door opened again, revealing a pretty woman with a confident grin.

"Good. Too good." he blinked in awe, taking in the sight of you. "Where are you going?"

"Out to meet a friend." you answered, walking down the stairs with a bag dangling off your shoulder. "A male friend!"

Extra loud for your supposed boyfriend.

Why are you so indifferent?

But there was no answer, just silence and Alexis' comforting smile. "Have fun." he wished you as you put on high heels. "Should I accompany you there?"

"No need. I can take care of myself!" to be honest, Alexis was fearing that you'd get drown by people, who asking for your number. With those looks? Looks that didn't come from earth? He’s sure you’ll get kidnapped at this point.

Before other wolves snatch me away,

"Okay, take care of that baby." you smiled at Alexis, taking your keys and opening the door.

Pay attention boy.

Yet it quickly got slammed shut with a loud thud, leaving you and Alexis startled. You flinched slightly as Michael grasped your wrist and pulled you closer — so you would face him properly.

"Where do you think you're going with this outfit?" he was close, almost too close.

"C-Café?" you stuttered in surprise, blinking.

"With me?” he chuckled slowly, “yeah no. Cancel those plans, idiot." he rolled his eyes and roughly grabbed the back of your neck — lip's colliding hard as if two worlds met.

"Oh well..." Alexis didn't hesitate to leave the house, giving you some privacy.

THERE WAS NO NEED FOR WORDS WHEN HE ACTED.

ITOSHI RIN.

　AS much as you love Itoshi Rin, who was literally your boyfriend, there are moments where you seriously want to strangle him the life out of him and give him a part of your senses.

It's not his fault. It's just — It’s his first relationship (clearly) and you're here to guide him. Remind yourself, no one is perfect at the first try even if it's the crazy soccer prodigy of blue lock.

You aren't too sure what happened in that prison called blue lock, but it can't be that his phone got taken away during those weeks. You doubt it. You called him hundreds of times and messaged him thousands of times (with no reply though).

Did he forget you? Or was this all an excuse so he can get away from you? Maybe you were being too pushy with him, maybe you forced your feelings onto him. Maybe, maybe...

Nevertheless, you taught him to communicate with you properly if he had a problem. Because in a relationship, communication is the main key and nothing else.

I'm getting more and more tired.

You stared at your own message — which said that he should meet you at that one spot. The one spot where you decided to intertwine your fates and seal them together.

"There he goes! Oliver Aiku blocking the way for Blue lock's ten!" the reporter screamed into the mic.

Yes, you were watching the U-20 match you missed yesterday — you weren’t aware of the existence of that match until a friend told you. A friend, not Rin.

"Blue lock's ten? He has a name..!" you huffed in annoyance and leaned against the cold stone. "His name is I - to - shi Rin!"

"Will he shoot!? Will he!? It seems like his dominant foot is his right one! He cannot shoot yet!" the man speculated.

"Of course he will." you puffed out your cheeks, gripping your phone tightly.

"And!? And— HE SHOT THE BALL! WE'RE FORTY MINUTES INTO THE FIRST HALF AND WITH THIS GOAL FROM ITOSHI RIN..!" the dude screamed, excited himself as he continued, "THE BLUE LOCK ELEVEN ARE IN THE LEAD 2-1!"

The crowd cheered loudly as your boyfriend raised his fist, celebrating his goal on his own. A bright smile painted your features as you watched the screen excited. “Of course he’d scored..!" you whispered under your breath.

He looks happy. Very happy. And to be frank, you've never seen him happier, not even in your relationship. But what do you expect? It's been a few months since you got together. You can't expect too much yet.

"Pardon me, miss." you flinched as soon as someone spoke up.

"...Yes?" you held your phone close to your racing heart.

"Is this yours?" the boy questioned, raising a handkerchief from the floor.

"Oh yes..!" you nodded and closed your phone, recognising the personal handkerchief you made for Rin. "Thank you, I didn't notice that it fell out of my coat."

With gratitude you bowed slightly and took the gift back, pocketing it in your beige trench coat which covered your whole body. If your mom didn't force you to take it, you probably would've died or killed yourself. It depends.

First of all, it was super cold. And second of all, your outfit was a bit too daring. But you prettied yourself up for your boyfriend, so you couldn't help yourself! On the other hand, you expected too much. He probably didn't even read the message.

"—Just a few moments ago, I heard the U-20 match." the male continued.

"O-Oh..! Yes." you stuttered, which was clearly out of surprise. You seriously expected him to make his merry way back to wherever he came from.

"You watch soccer?" the guy asked curiously, leaning on the stone next to you — luckily, not too close.

"Mhm, but I'm not the biggest fan of soccer." you sweat dropped, about to move away from the guy.

He was really kind. It was just kind of obvious that he wanted something from you. But because you have a boyfriend, you have to reject him respectfully.

"Ah! I'm Uzui Arata by the way. Nice to meet you..?" he introduced himself, and that'd be the point where you reject him.

"Nice to meet you but—"

"I'm her boyfriend." someone interrupted you, your heads turning to the male.

"Ah, Rin!" you blinked in surprise.

"Oh my god!? Aren't you Blue lock's ten!?" the male beside you already forgot about you and jumped up with glimmering eyes.

"Yeah, and?" your boyfriend stared at the stranger.

"I'm a big fan after that match! Your name is Itoshi Rin, right!? Can I get your autograph?"

"Would that make you go away?"

"Of course, yes!"

From nowhere, the male pulled put a pen and a piece of a paper for Rin to sign. "Thank you so much..!" he thanked him enthusiastically before taking out his phone, "is it possible if I get a picture too?"

"No." Rin rejected him briefly.

Even your eyes that look at me, why is it so cold?

"He means yes." you nudged his arm as you corrected him, ignoring how his eyes coldly was digging into your soul.

I don't know.

You send him a smile despite the glare, trying to cheer him and yourself up with the smile. "I can make the picture." you offered, accepting the phone as you stepped back to take the desired photo.

But it'll change now.

"Three... Two... One. Say cheese!" you clicked the button multiple times.

"Oh my— Thank you so so so much!" the fan bowed slightly, taking back the phone and making his merry way back to home, probably showing off the signature and the picture.

I'm a confident girl,

"Hey." you started off slowly, the smile faltering slightly as you faced him. You were nervous. Nervous as hell that he wants to break up with you or anything. Your cheeks heated up.

Was it from embarrassment?

"[name]." he replied and met your gaze as his own eyes were inspecting your pretty features. "Isn't it hot?"

"No..." you trailed off and tried to ignore the sweat forming on your forehead. Oh boy, weren't you nervous?

"You sure?" he questioned, a hint of concern behind his layered cool and collected voice.

But why are you making me struggle?

"You're here." you changed the topic quickly, letting your head sink to the ground to hide your face.

"You called." and then, he got his phone out and showed you the multiple messages you left him, "and you said you'd pretty yourself up for me."

"Did I haha..?" you laughed awkwardly and faced him again to read his reply.

"Show me." he demanded.

"No..! It's too embarrassing. I didn't expect you to actually come." you refused, holding your arms close to your body.

"Please..?" he added.

Was that ass using his charms against you? The charms you taught him to use? Oh wow.

"No way..."

"Please."

"Ugh!" you heated up again and slowly removed your hands off the trench coat.

Just do it quick and easy.

As soon as it got opened, it revealed your outfit. Miniskirt, black stockings and a blouse. But that also the moment when he held onto your hands — forcing you halt during your movements.

"What's wrong?" your arms fell to the side as you watched him close your trench coat again.

"Nothing."

"Oh… Are you being shy?" you questioned, curiously staring at his face.

"Shut up, no I’m not. Just don't open the coat again." he demanded you and closed every single button. Not here, he wanted to add.

"Rin..." you blinked, your lips curling into a sly smile, "you're super shy! Don't act all nonchalant now! Give me a kiss! Or hug!"

Well this was a confidence boost.

"Back away."

"Should I really?" you let out a chuckle as his arms wrapped around you and returned the hug. “I’m her boyfriend huh?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No.” you kissed his cheek, “but whenever something like this happens, they usually say »she is my girlfriend«.”

“Ah is there difference?” he asked innocently.

“Yeah. But I’ll teach you later.”

FROM NOW ON, YOU ARE HIS MATCH CELEBRATION.

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[snailsagi]

hi…….i have no idea how to use tumblr, but bunnysae chibi yeah i got bored, used the Bachira chibi to make Bunny

[cheshitora]

bunny really likes to see the fear in your eyes when he's with you. not in a power dynamic sort of way though. he's just weird and likes to scare the shit out of you, likes to watch the color drain from your face and your eyes quiver at the mere sight of him.

[confessionsandcreampies]

b. iglesias relationship headcanons

calls you princesa, muñeca, mi vida, mi cielo—…and then slaps your ass five minutes later. he’ll whisper, “mi corazón” while buttoning your dress, then growl, “you’re not wearing panties under this, are you? good.”

treats you like royalty in public—holds doors. pulls out your chair. makes sure your wine glass is always full. but he’s whispering filth behind your ear the entire time. “smile pretty for them, cariño. only i know what that mouth was doing an hour ago.”

gift-giver king, but it’s all intimate—custom lingerie. expensive perfume. a necklace with his bunny charm and his initials on the back. “it looks better on you,” he murmurs, fastening it. “but i’ll look better taking it off.”

stares like he wants to devour you—he watches you like art. chin tilted and thumb brushing your bottom lip. “you don’t even know how fucking beautiful you are, do you?”

the most possessive, obsessive, territorial lover you will ever survive—he fucks you like he’s claiming you, every time. “whose is it? say it, bebé. say it like you mean it or i’m stopping.”

makes you wear the jewelry he buys you while he ruins you—you’re in pearls, heels, and nothing else. he moans, “that’s my good girl”, while pushing deep, holding your wrists above your head. “you look so expensive when you’re full of me.”

worships you like a goddess. tongue, fingers, praise and filth—goes down on you like it’s ritual. “let me taste it. let me have it. let me fuck you on my face.”

mirror sex. public teasing. soft ropes—he likes control, but he makes it luxurious. silken restraints. bent over marble counters. telling you not to scream too loud at charity galas.

he talks you through every orgasm—“breathe, mi amor.”—“don’t cry. i’ve got you.”—“let me feel you fall apart on me.”

aftercare is full devotion—warm bath. rose-scented oils. feeding you chocolate between kisses. “you’re mine. don’t ever forget it.”

bunny iglesias doesn’t date. he owns—but he owns you like a masterpiece. touched only by him, adored, protected, and exclusively destroyed in private.

[miscellaneoustofu]

Two Itoshi love triangles???? It’s hard being the secondary it girls of Blue Lock…

Anyhow, I really like how two of the players most involved with Sae both have religious themes. Like Shidou with demons and Bunny’s last name meaning church plus his cross-shaped scar.

Wonder if that means anything at all…

Bonus ft live Rin reaction: