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reitski · 1 year

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❝𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤! ―♡→ 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲❞ (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐)

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 they have to get up early for morning practice but you unconsciously start to whining in your sleep, fluff, gn!reader, timeskip characters 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𝑓𝑡 : rin, bachira, sae, isagi, kunigami

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏: kaiser, chigiri, nagi, reo, barou

﹤୨♡୧﹥𝑰𝑻𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰 𝑹𝑰𝑵

▸he's not very affectionate when he's awake, but he takes care to hug you as much as you want while you sleep

▸he had to get up early to practice, so he tried his best to get out of bed without disturbing you, but didn't quite manage

▸you grunted in your sleep, reaching out and grabbing the hem of his sweatpants before he could fully get out of bed

▸he sighed and gently took your hand off his sweatpants, this time you hold his hand,

▸''i have to go dumbass, let me go'', he grunted

▸you moaned in your sleep as you pulled his hand to your chest

▸you almost hugged his hand as he tried to stay balanced

▸but in the end, he patted your head, woke you up to let him go

▸"rin", you whined while rubbing your eyes

▸''i have to go and you're holding me hostage'' he smiled, leaning down to give you a kiss

▸''since you're so clingy, i thought i could at least kiss you goodbye''

▸''i hate you''

▸''i hate you too, my dear''

﹤୨♡୧﹥𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼

▸he was sneaking out of bed to prepare breakfast for both of you

▸when he came back from the kitchen to wake you up, he chuckled at the tiny pout on your lips and the way you hugged the pillow

▸your arms were wrapped in the pillow, lying on his side and he fell a little more in love with you

▸''y/n, babe it's time to get up'' he said in a singing voice, chuckled at the twitch of your lips when you heard his voice

▸giving up to wake you up like that, he leaned close to the bed, nose to nose

▸''i cooked your favorites,'' he said, running his fingers over your bare shoulder

▸you sighed softly at his touch

▸''HEY BABE!''

▸you jumped suddenly, almost banged your head against him

▸''meguru, what's going on?'' you whined, pouting and rubbing your eyes

▸''i made you breakfast, let's eat!''

▸you couldn't be mad at his cute face

▸you both spent the rest of the day cuddling in bed

﹤୨♡୧﹥𝑰𝑻𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰 𝑺𝑨𝑬

▸he is a famous and professional player, he should practice without wasting a moment

▸but the way you whined touched his heart

▸he was trying to get out of bed quietly but your hand reached for him and when you couldn't find him, a slight whimper came from your lips

▸what was he supposed to do? will he leave you here, like this? no, he can't do that…

▸he stopped moving, he wanted to see what more you would do

▸your hand touched his shirt and then you hugged him, humming happily

▸he sighed and muttered to himself "just for a few minutes"

▸while you were sleeping peacefully, he placed a light kiss on your forehead.

▸it wasn't just for a few minutes, he had already missed half of that practice before you woke up

▸''sae! you are late!'' yes, and whose fault is this?

▸he loves you being clingy when you are sleeping, even if he's been making fun of you for weeks

﹤୨♡୧﹥𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑰 𝒀𝑶𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑰

▸isagi is a little bit awkward at physical contact, no matter how long the two of you have been together, he still blushes and sometimes gets nervous

▸his argument is that you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen and he doesn't even know how he convinced you to go out with him, let alone move in with him

▸he had a flight to catch in a few hours this morning and needed to pack his things

▸he tends to hug you in his sleep so when he wakes up hugging you, he smiles and slowly gets out of bed

▸he managed to pack most of his stuff before he noticed you were whining in your sleep

▸when he saw you lying down and hugging the pillow he had just slept on, he stopped and started to watch you

▸"they're so cute" he thought, his brain was literally full of different variations of 'cute' while watching you

▸he knew you would be really upset if he left without saying goodbye so he went back to bed, kissed your cheek and whispered a soft 'goodbye'

▸with the sigh pouring from your lips, he began to have an inner conflict between sleeping with you or catching his flight

▸his teammates called him because he didn't come to the airport, and it woke you up

▸''oh, yoichi, i'm sorry! go, you'll miss your flight! i love you!''

▸''i-i love you too''

﹤୨♡୧﹥𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬

▸like the others, he didn't want to leave you while you were unwittingly whining for him.

▸he still had half an hour before his training started, and he could get there in ten minutes, so he went back to bed, next to you

▸when he curled up next to you, you were smiling in your sleep and it melted his heart

▸he cuddled you as best he could, dressed quickly when he had to go

▸you were supposed to get up soon after he left anyway, he laughed when your alarm started ringing and you were still asleep

▸''sweetheart,'' he muttered against your hair, ran his fingers over your bare back

▸you muttered in your sleep, wrinkled your nose. ''you need to wake up and i need to go to practice'' he said. ''five more minutes'' you murmured. "i'll be late then..." he said with a smile

▸as you two got ready together, he pressed a kiss to your lips before leaving

▸"i'll give you a lot of cuddle when i come home"

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welovenightcord · 9 months

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Maid cafe reactions!?

A/N: Am I the only person that loves maid cafe fics? I love them bro. They are so funny GHAKAJAJAKAJ

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Rin Itoshi, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo

Warning: English isn't my first language. I'm sorry If there's any mistakes.

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You started to work in a maid cafe. You always thought that they look so cute (the things that makes them cute is the maids ofc). You thought it wouldn't be bad If you work in there.

As usual, after school you went to the cafe to work. You wore your maid outfit and started to work. While you received customer's orders the door opened and you saw your classmate.

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮:

His honest reaction was 😳🤯😩. He looked you up and down. You didn't have any other choice than went to him. You went to him while blushing and greeted him.

“W-welcome...”

“Huh? Just welcome? Don't you think you should be nicer to me~?”

You wanted to punch him. But you tried to calm down.

“Welcome Master.”

Bachira smirked. He was enjoying himself.

“Be a good girl~”

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 + 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬:

Kaiser was surprised to be honest. But he saw this a chance to tease you. Ness was with him ofc. He was always with him like he is Kaiser's tail. Kaiser tapped Ness shoulder and whispered him.

“Ness~ Don't you think Y/N looks cute~?”

“H-Heh!?”

Oh, you want to know Ness's reaction? He was a blushing mess. He thought you looked as cute as hell in that maid outfit. While Ness was lost in his thoughts, Kaiser called you.

“Y/N! Hello~”

You went to them and greeted them.

“Uhh hello.”

Kaiser raised his eyebrow.

“You should say ‘Hello masters’. Greet us again.”

“Hello masters.”

Kaiser chuckled while blushing and Ness... Uhh... Actually Ness was trying to stop his nosebleed.

𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢:

Please don't even ask why was he there. His eyes widened when he saw you. He tried to ignore you but the blush on his face was obvious. You went to him and greeted him.

“Hello master...”

Rin was blushing more now. He tried to not look at you so much.

“Uh-huh hello...”

What was he thinking about you? Well... I will explain simply.

He was never a fan of maid cafes but he somehow changed his mind and visited the cafe everyday to see you.

𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐮:

THE MOST NORMAL. I mean... Of course when he saw you he blushed slightly.

“Hello master...”

He tried to give you a warm smile.

“Ah- Hello Y/N. I didn't know you're working in a maid cafe... You look pretty.”

He really meant it. He thought you looked so pretty and cute. You couldn't help but blush at his comment.

“T-Thanks..!”

𝐇𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐨:

It was a VERY GOOD surprise for him. He already liked you and seeing you in a maid dress!? Oh he felt like he is in heaven. He blushed so much and stuttered while trying to talk with you.

“Hello master...”

WAIT- you actually called him master? Oh congratulations you gave him a heart attack.

“U-Uh... I-It's nice to s-see you Y/N!”

He thought you were the most adorable girl with maid outfit in the world!

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shoyoist · 1 year

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ﾟ+* ꔫ — 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 + 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 !!

content: gn!reader. sfw — fluff. slightly suggestive in shidou's part. featuring: bachira meguru, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser. some of these hcs were suggested to me by other tumblr users! they are credited separately under each part<3

— . ｡˚ ♡ he thinks of these special moments whenever he's feeling down, and it helps him get right back up.

° 𐐒𐐚 . bachira meguru + painting date!

credit to @katasstrophy for the idea! the bachira family has a little art studio built in their house, owned by bachira's mom. he takes you there one time, and though you'd been doing your best to keep things clean for his mother's sake, the two of you end up making a huge mess.

you're intently dabbing brown and yellow paint on your little canvas, looking back at the mental image you've conjured of your boyfriend sitting in a field of flowers and smiling at you, when you hear shuffling behind you.

"baby, baby," is all bachira says in warning. "look this way!" and you turn around, wide-eyed and inquiring as you finally look away from the canvas on which you've been meticulously painting a picture of your rogueishly adorable boyfriend—

only to be met with a splat of bright pink paint across your face. "m—meguru? what the hell?" it's on your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth that had been open in question to bachira's urgent request for you to turn around, and it's nearly in your eye. "god i could've eaten that shit!"

the sound of bachira's unapologetic giggling fills the quiet studio as you get up and pluck a wad of tissues from the box on the table nearby, wiping your face off with it. while your back is turned, he flicks his paint-sopped brush at you again, and you feel the paint hit the back of your neck. "don't do that!"

you stand up straight and turn your back to your easel, squaring your shoulders and doing your best to protect the painting.

"it's—" bachira's laughing so hard now, he snorts in between his words. "it's even worse now, baby — it's all over your face!" and you know that. because you can feel the paint smear down to your chin as you wipe. oh, you think, he's so fucking cute right now, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkly as he giggles.

but that's not going to stop you from retaliating. meguru, you're about to get it.

his mother chewed him out and made him clean the place up afterwards, but bachira would do it again and again and again, just to see your pretty smile and hear your pretty laugh, your eyes lit up as you tried to stay angry with him while the two of you made a mess of yourselves and the studio once more.

° 𐐒𐐚 . hyoma chigiri + poetry analysis date!

credit to @yakshasslut for the idea! chigiri gives you a book of his favourite love poems to read while he's away, and by the time he comes back home, you're brimming with tender feelings for him and he flusters so sweetly when you express it. ever since, it's been a tradition to share and mull over novels and poems together.

not many of chigiri's friends or teammates are well-versed in poetry or literature in general, but there is one novel of prose that each and every one of them can name and recognize within an instant — and it's a book that you gave your boyfriend as a gift, years ago.

it doesn't have much of you in it — it's a collection of poems that express the joys and pains of long distance love, and the only hint of you in it is the lipstick kiss on the front page, with a "for hyoma, my one and only<3" written on it in your handwriting.

he takes it everywhere. flicks through the pages while he's on the plane, while he's resting in his hotel room, and sometimes even takes it with him to games.

he takes so much care to keep it safe and in good condition, but it's quite worn now— he can't bring himself to shelf it, though. it's his most prized posession, almost.

he reads it and keeps in mind that while he's away, you're reading the new book that he had gifted you before he left, and he smiles to himself, imagining how you underline and draw hearts around your favourite lines and write little pencil notes about how "this is you @ me!"

don't get it wrong, chigiri loves being on the field. he loves the glamour, the adrenaline, the fire of scoring a goal — but at his heart, he's soft. domestic.

he hopes fondly for the day he'll get to lay in bed with you again (he's only going to be away for two weeks. but it feels like two months, or even years, sometimes) and have a cozy little date where you just sip on warm coffee and share sweet cakes while mulling over poems together.

it's comforting. it's home.

he thinks about the worn book of poems that sits on your shelf, back at your place. the one he gave you.

the one you read all the time, leaving new annotations bookmarked for him to find each time he picks the book up for a read.

if he ever actually tired of football, chigiri thinks he might just become a poet. for you.

° 𐐒𐐚 . mikage reo + picnic date at the beach!

credit to anonymous! reo is a rich man, and he's so used to fancy dinner dates, luxury trips, first class service, all that. so when you take him on a cute little beach date, getting him to help you cut sandwiches and bake brownies and cookies earlier in the day, it was a new experience for him. and he loves it.

“reo, what about here?” you ask, turning around to look at him as you hop in your cute little sandals on the sand. he's carrying the picnic basket and you have the blanket folded under your arms — and he's been following you across the pretty beach for about fifteen minutes now.

though you ask him if he likes the spot, he knows from the look in your eyes that you actually like this place, and it's nice! the sand is soft and there's not a lot of rocks or seaweed under foot, the shore is a short walk away, and the sunset spills so pretty onto your skin and into your eyes.

he's almost lost in the sight — but when you call his name again, sounding a little concerned as you ask, “reo? you okay?” he snaps out of it and gives you one of his signature, wide and adorable grins. “yeah! here is fine, baby.”

he doesn't know but even his eyes are lit up, the violet of them beautiful and tinted gold in the light of the setting sun, and you can't help but cup his face and kiss him as he puts the basket down and sits on the blanket beside you.

“isn't this fun?” you giggle against his lips, and he hums in agreement, taking your waist in his hands and pulling you in for another kiss. the evening has just started, but he already knows that he'll remember this moment fondly, forever. “mhm, it is fun.”

“you sure?” you ask, tracing his cheek with your thumb, and it's almost a softer, warmer feeling than that of the sun kissing his face. “it's not your usual scene, i know. we can always go to a—”

”no,” reo cuts you off, taking your hand. the smile he gives you is prettier, brighter than any he's ever given you before. it takes your breath away. “it's not my usual scene, yeah.” he chuckles. “in fact, i've never had a picnic on the beach in my life until now. but it's... nice. i love it.”

he says it so softly, and it's rare, coming from your bubbly, bright and ever-so-forward lover. and that's how you know he's telling you the truth.

“alright then.” you kiss his cheek, pulling away and sitting back, dragging the basket closer so you can take the food out. it's just a little kiss, the same as any other kiss you've given his cheek — but somehow, it holds a different sort of warmth, and it comforts him. makes him feel so softly, gently beloved.

and he swears he'll hold this warmth to his cheek, to his chest, to his heart — forever.

° 𐐒𐐚 . michael kaiser + homemade spa date!

credit to anonymous! off days with kaiser are the nicest spent indoors. you go on outdoor dates (and on dates overseas) so often, that it's a nice change to stay at home once in a while and spend some sweet, domestic time with him instead.

“mikka,” your tone is scolding as you cradle his face in your palms, stopping him from wiggling around as you try to stay balanced in his lap. “can you stop moving? the serum is getting in your hair!”

kaiser laughs, the lift of his lips making him look all the more prettier, and hence all the more fucking distracting, as you try to wipe the residual bits of the face mask you'd just peeled off your boyfriend's face, replacing the thick, opaque cleanser with softly translucent moisturizer.

he taps your palmful of moisturizer with an index finger, and with a quick move of the digit he swipes the blob on your nose, making you flinch back and blink in surprise.

“mikka!”

ah, there it is. mission successful. kaiser almost wishes he could go to sleep forever and in his dreams, listen to you calling him by that sweet little petname for the rest of his life. almost.

because he wishes more than that to kiss you all the time. like right now. he leans forward, the smile stretching his mouth giving away his intention to you, but not in time for you to escape. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, kissing you with soft, sweet and swollen lips that you'd just finished exfoliating with sugar and honey.

“baby,” your eyebrows furrow, but you still kiss him back and it makes him chuckle because oh, for all the fuss you make and all the scowling you do, you love him so. “we'll never get to the manipedi by movie time at this rate.”

“movie time can wait, princess,” he sighs against your lips. “all i want right now is to watch you, anyway.”

and his words are romantic, suggestive, and they'd bring a blush to your cheeks for sure — if he hadn't accidentally tipped you off balance in that second.

“mikka!—” you yelp (to his delight) as he grabs you and tries to steady you — but even as he saves you, your hand reflexively flails upwards to curl around his arm for support.

and with a smack, the moisturizer is all over his bicep instead of lathered evenly across his face as it should be.

the upset on your face is apparent, but kaiser only grins expectantly as he grips your waist, adjusts your position in his lap again, waiting.

and you don't disappoint. “look what you've done! mikka!”

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sixosix · 1 year

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bachira!!!! but jealous bachira…. and he’s very confused about it

( ! ) i haven’t read too far into the manga, so the characterization i have of him (and when this takes place) is from what i’ve seen so far in the anime 💞

you’ve seen bachira excited, contemplative, and pouty. you’ve seen the way his eyes brighten, hollow, and dilate. you know how his face casts a shadow when he’s thrilled, followed by the slow, terrifying grin spreading across his face. you know him.

but you’ve never seen bachira meguru frown the way he’s doing right now.

the unfamiliar furrow of his brows and the downturn of his lips is a far cry from his usual expression.

it’s a cold evening, and you’re being treated to free food because you’re a friend of the team, so why not take the offer, right? more time to spend with your friends—and bachira—and a warm meal to fill your stomach sounds like the perfect way to spend your time before you head off to bed.

from across the table, kunigami continues talking about something, and though you were genuinely giving him all your attention earlier, the sight of bachira is distracting you. you nod absentmindedly, and bachira looks like he’s pouting, so your patience wears out.

“sorry, kunigami, can we continue this later?” you ask, but you’re already standing up and turning away.

kunigami blinks up at you. “oh, sure—”

bachira is sitting on the grass. he’s still staring at you, deep in thought.

“hey,” you settle down on the ground to nudge him with a curious look. “did something happen?”

bachira looks at you, and it does not make you feel warm like his usual sunny disposition or shiver with dread when he feels excited about a match. it’s a frown, hopelessly lost, and it makes you feel for it. he still hasn’t said anything.

you hesitate. “meguru?”

bachira seems to trail off from his daze. “y/n-chan,” he says, and you haven’t even realized he snaked an arm around your waist until he pulls you closer, shoulders against each other, faces closer than ever, and bachira still frowning.

a little more worried about his lack of energy today, you cup your palm over his forehead. “are you alright? maybe you should eat more.” his temperature is fine.

bachira clasps a hand around your wrist, staring, contemplative. “y/n-chan, i’m not mad at you.”

you blink, placing your free hand on his shoulders to gently pull away. “i didn’t say you were.”

bachira looks frustrated. the pout he has going on is adorable, though, and you would’ve cooed if you weren’t so concerned. “i’m not mad at y/n,” he insists, staring past you and glaring at the ground as if he’s convincing someone else—rather, something else.

bachira’s eyes clear, all of a sudden. if you had looked any closer, perhaps you would’ve also heard the whisper that floats into his ears. with newfound clarity and determination, bachira pulls you closer again until you’re draped on his lap, befuddled.

“you won’t leave me, right?” he asks.

when you can only blankly stare at him, bachira huffs, leaning on the slope of your neck to nuzzle sweetly into you, as if that’ll entice you to reply with the answer he wants.

“i wouldn’t leave you ever,” you say, sighing. exasperated, fond. “what brought this up—”

bachira pulls away only to lean closer where your noses are touching. “you wouldn’t leave me for kunigami, would you?”

ah.

“meguru,” you laugh, “are you jealous?”

he blinks, as if he realized it simultaneously as you did. the arms around your waist tighten, and he relaxes like a pleased cat. “was that it? i was jealous? ahh, y/n-chan, you’re making me feel too many things i can’t even understand! i’m not mad at you, just jealous of him.”

“oi, lovebirds. if you’re done making out, help us clean up!”

bachira smiles at chigiri sweetly, pushing his cheek against yours when you both face the team, “does that mean we have to make out first?”

chigiri makes a face. “what—”

bachira laughs brightly. in one smooth swoop, he lifts you bridal style and starts to trot away. “too late, haha! see you tomorrow!”

his other teammates yell at him to come back, and you find yourself chuckling along bachira’s delighted giggles.

with a sharp turn of an alleyway, bachira spares you the shakiness of the free ride and sets you down, his eyes wide. “i don’t—” he breathes slowly, and as always, his arms somehow around you in an instant, “—i don’t like feeling jealous. so keep promising me that you’re mine, okay?”

you laugh, “okay, meguru.” you let him kiss your knuckles one by one, hopelessly fond. “i promise.”

a/n WOW A BLLK fic i don’t even have a masterlist AND THIS SUCKS?? but i want everyone to know that i adore bachira sooo much

#606:BLLK #x reader #bachira meguru x reader #bachira meguru x you #bachira x reader #blue lock x reader #bachira x you #blue lock x y/n #bllk x reader #bachira meguru fluff #bachira meguru fanfiction

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Could you make a work where the reader is really into how violent Bachira is but is way too shy to say anything? Something about how he was so ready to throw down in that one episode did something to me 😩

Bachira is fun when he's cute but he's even more fun when he gets unhinged.

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly nsfw, manhandling, grinding, choking, hair-pulling (for Reader)

A/N: Get you someone who can do both for you. With consent of course.

You've seen Bachira lose his temper more then a few times and it was always directed at someone else, never at you

He's always gentle with you, only going hard when you ask

But when he goes hard, when he lets go of self control you're having trouble walking for days

It makes you want him to be even rougher with you, you need the rush of adrenaline that comes just from watching him when he's in that state

Because you're too shy to ask for it directly you let him get on top of you, to get the make out session going

And just when its getting hot and heavy and his hands start to pull at your clothes you take them and wrap bring one to your neck, the other to your hair

He's so taken back that his fingers squeeze from recoil, making you moan out the most down bad moan he's ever heard from you

Well they do say that its always the quiet ones who are the freakiest, and you both fit that bill

Being given permission to he will gladly push you on your stomach, a in your hair, one on your throat and keeping himself right behind you, pulling every time he wants you to back up against him but also squeezing when you start grinding to fast

What's the rush, this is a first time experience for you right, don't you want it to last?

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bachira meguru x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #bllk smut #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #bllk headcanons #x reader #x female reader #bachira meguru smut #bachira meguru fluff #meguru bachira x reader

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popponn · 8 months

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call you later; 2.

notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. so we still got uh... aryu chigirin and im considering reo. idk who else will come later but i had fun writing this!! character: itoshi rin, bachira meguru. [ part 1 : isagi, sae, nagi ]

itoshi rin

What did you do? This guy is the type to only left anything if it’s urgent, about nii-chan, or about football. Other than that high chances are they are actual death threats and you are not an exception.

Though, he can not deny that you are sort of his favorite in a way—won't admit that to your face too, though. That’s why he even bothers calling you and not just left a message or tell some poor soul to call you instead. While he probably feels a bit irked that you didn’t pick up, he will save the nagging when he finally met you face to face later. And even then, most of teammates will clarify that rather than nagging it’s more like his way of asking for your extra attention. It’s adorable, if you ignore the fact that the next movie night will definitely without a doubt would have to be a horror movie night just to cheer him up. Prayers and thoughts, if you dislike horror.

The message he will left is exactly like him, in a way. Rude, doesn’t have many words, but if you squints you could hear what sounds like a caring nosiness. While he isn’t the type to suddenly get clingy because of one unpicked-up call or thing about it too much, call him back soon as you can even if he didn’t say or rush you to do so. Would never say it to your face, but having you around him calms him down a lot and that includes your voice.

“Where are you right now?” Rin sounds like he was angry, as usual. “You better not be picking up problems left and right or I swear I will—”

A background noise that sounds like a chirpy teasing interrupted him, reminding him not to be so scary, which Rin replied with a snarling growl, “Shut up! And that wasn’t for you—I got a match so you better fucking watch it and fucking message me where you are while you are at it. I will get you home later so you better wait for me or else…..that’s all. Later. Next time don’t just go somewhere without telling me, stupid.”

bachira meguru

Do you know how long of a voice message can someone left on an unpicked up call? If you don’t you will find out soon.

He probably would not really question why you are not picking up, but mostly because whenever you got separated he will always call you in the most ungodly timing possible just for chatting. Somehow. So, at this point, it has become more of a norm for you to not pick up and just call him again later. He is not being nosy, it’s just more of how he expresses his love—sharing literally everything with you. This has led to several one-sided awkwardness from your part between you and some of his teammates, but hey Bachira Meguru’s Hottest Soccer Gossips is a very important segment in your daily life with him.

Which being said, yeah, get ready. He will talk into the phone as if you were there replying to him—and indeed he always manage to predict how you will react. Listening to his voicemail during work is a good replacement for podcasts and such as in case you are bored by them. Though, sometimes, when he is in a rush and have to keep the message shorter than usual, it’s really sweet! He rarely manage to remind you to call him back though, as it feels like norm for you to do so. Don’t forget it, so you don’t get a Bachira Meguru species asking to be carried around for the whole day on the next holiday. He has muscles and those things are not light.

“So, so, so!” Meguru began with his chirpy voice, not leaving any greeting as usual. “Today Isagi and Chigirin kind of clowned and I really, really want to tell you that story—but I gotta go fast, so I will tell you at home later, okay?” Meguru worded out each word in a rushed manner, akin to an excited buzzing bee waiting to run somewhere with skips in his steps and ball for him to dribble.

“Last night I dreamt about Zico so I will definitely win today! But I also dreamt you were there bundled up because you got a fever. Not like I’m complaining if I get to take care of you with my specials, but stay healthy, ‘kay, ‘kay?” Meguru said, jokingly yet dotting. Then, immediately, he continued, “Oh, well! That’s all—I will call again later or you could! So, see ‘ya, Lovely! Love you! Muuuach!”

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3rdgymbros · 1 year

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━ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞!

— pairing; bachira meguru x female reader

— summary; in which bachira meguru’s mother assumes that you’re dating after the events of the u-20 match. set in the blue lock manager au.

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❋ You close your eyes and try to breathe as bile rises in the back of your throat.

❋ Yeah, you know this feeling. You’re about to throw up. You don’t want to puke. You really don’t want to puke. Not when there are hundreds of reporters and just as many cameras in the stadium.

❋ You shouldn’t be this nervous.

❋ You’re not even playing in the match.

❋ And yet, you can feel the mantle of pressure lying heavy upon your shoulders.

❋ “I think I’m having an episode.” You mumble, feeling fear choke up your throat.

❋ “Is it the beach episode?” Bachira pipes up from next to you.

❋ And it’s so ridiculous that you can’t help it; you start to laugh. You double over, laughing so hard that you can feel your stomach muscles hurting. Your heart rate calms and your breathing slows, your previous nerves all but pushed aside for the moment.

❋ Because Bachira’s just about done the impossible; made you forget, if only for a little while, that the entire future of Blue Lock is riding upon the results of this one match.

❋ “We’re gonna win, you know,” he says, oddly serene and confident.

❋ And his confidence must be contagious; you find yourself smiling at him in return. “Okay. And good luck out there.”

❋ Your well-wishes are echoed a beat later by a frantically waving woman up in the spectator stands. And really, it’s amazing how you can hear her screaming at the top of her lungs, considering how packed the stadium is.

❋ “Good luck, Meguru!”

❋ A relative, maybe? You wonder, already picking out similarities between her and Bachira ─ the softness to their faces, the shape of their eyes. They even have the same smile.

❋ Bachira waves back. “Thanks, Mom!”

❋ Ah, so she’s his mother, you think, leaning away before Bachira’s answering yell can shatter your eardrums.

❋ And you aren’t sure if she can see you, all the way up in the stands, but you tentatively raise a hand to her in greeting anyway, just to be polite. You are talking to her son, after all.

❋ She sees you. She waves back frantically, an exquisite smile blooming on her face. “Meguru, make sure you introduce me to your cute little girlfriend later!”

❋ What?!

❋ Bachira glances first at you, then at his mother. He’s smiling, but in a way that has you bracing yourself for whatever he’s about to say. “Okay, Mom!”

❋ WHAT?!

❋ Because of course Bachira wouldn’t deny the girlfriend allegations.

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munv · 9 months

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PROFESSIONAL PLAYER BACHIRA MEGURU AS A BOYFRIEND W/ IDOL READER

BACHIRA who is literally your biggest fan and has all your albums, dances, and interviews memorized all down to a T.

“Hey, that’s not how you did it last time! Put your hands like this” he said going behind you and fixing your posture. He then left a little kiss on your cheek before moving in front of you with a mischievous grin. You allowed a sigh to come out and red dusted your cheeks.

BACHIRA who absolutely refuses to let you go in the mornings because he just wants some more time to cuddle and soak in your embrace while the early sunrise peaks through your shared bedroom window.

He drools— and when you tell him that he does he refuses to believe you.

BACHIRA who does your face routine with you every morning and enjoys taking silly little pictures with you to post on social media. You both have matching scrunchies and cute little bunny like face masks.

He takes pictures while your working with your little scrunched up face while concentrating on a contract that says “look at them! Aren’t they cute?”

BACHIRA who comes home to you with treats for you and your little cat you both adopted not too long ago. She’s a brat and only fights with meguru for your attention.

BACHIRA who got dragged into a interview with you and while the public is a bit shocked by your relationship they still throw the weirdest questions at both of you knowing how wild it can get.

BACHIRA who somehow has the storage to download every fan edit he comes across of you both—especially from your concerts. He’s freaky like that, don’t question it if you hear one of your songs as his ringtone.

He rambled about you every chance he gets calling you hot, adorable, you name it. He just loves you in general.

A/N: Me when I struggle and think I’m running out of ideas but I know damn well I’m not

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dreamlessimp · 1 year

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— candy apple

bachira meguru x reader | 0.7k

you seemed upset, and bachira wanted to help

bachira had been counting throughout the day—and you’d barely smiled the whole time. he was able to count the amount of smiles you had cracked on his hands.

he decided this was unusual of you, especially when you hardly laughed at his antics. he’d upped the absurdity of his actions and clearly, you either had been too spaced out to notice, or just plain didn’t care.

a half-lucky break was that you probably weren’t mad at him. while you had barely smiled at him, the same applied to everyone else. with a bit of relatively-secretive observation, bachira figures you likely weren’t mad at anyone.

not at all used to this, and upset that you were clearly upset, bachira needed a plan. and finally, one came to him as he peered into the hand of the girl in front of him, and saw her about to eat an apple.

as soon as the bell sounded, bachira ran through the crowd of students to make his way to you before you were able to leave.

once caught up, he got your attention by lightly holding your shoulder, prompting you to turn around confused.

“huh-?” you recognized him as your friend and your face settled. “oh, meguru. hi.”

“hi!” he waved, before walking through the crowd checking behind him every once in a while to make sure you were following and keeping up.

once out, he stopped and turned to you. “wait here please!”

“okay.” you responded, confused.

as he ran off to do whatever it was he thought of, you sat down on the bench he’d stopped in front of. no matter how confusing, he was certainly considerate.

you weren’t angry—at anyone. well, maybe you were, at yourself. you hadn’t slept much and it all had built up. you sort of crashed that day, and it was obvious bachira had noticed.

no matter how tired you were though, you couldn’t help but smile at his oh-so obvious attempts to make you do so.

running up the block, bachira had a set destination in mind. he’d run to the train station, and if he was lucky, he’d find a stand selling candied apples.

it had happened before, him finding them on the day he knew he wanted something sweet of their sort.

along the way, he passed the store he knew his mom had sent him to go to after school—but, this was somehow more important. you weren’t happy and why wouldn’t he do what he could to help?

still, he mentally crossed his fingers that he wouldn’t forget and be sent back by his mom later.

after a bit more running, he came to a halt in front of the train station. finally having arrived. walking through the door and looking around, a grin grew on his face as his eyes landed on exactly the stand he was looking for.

one exciting transaction later, bachira had a candied apple in both hands, took a bite of the one in his left, and began for where he never doubted you’d be waiting on the bench.

bachira quickly returned to you, happy to see you on the bench scrolling on your phone.

“hey!” he yelled from afar, causing you to glance up from his contact open on your phone. you had spent the last few minutes contemplating calling him and asking if he was coming back. it was with a pleasant relief that he was, though in no way a surprise.

once he made his way to you, you waved and smiled—just making bachira’s smile even bigger. “hi, i thought you weren’t coming back.”

his lips pursed as if offended. “of course i’d come back.” he laughed and held out the candy apple from his right hand. your eyes lit up just a bit upon accepting, forcing bachira to rub his eyes in confirmation.

you nodded. “right, you would.”

“i’ll walk you home?” he offered. the two of you didn’t live all that far apart, and you were happy to accept.

“yeah.” you unknowingly grinned as you spoke, and bachira mentally gave himself a pat on the back.

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zewninz · 1 year

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wherever you stray, i follow <3

bachira meguru x gn reader !

☆ in which isagi calls you over to a bar to take care of your drunk friend, bachira.

1.3k words, sfw, fluff, drunk bachira, mentions of alcohol and wine, characters are slightly aged up, lots of l-bombs, minor swearing, lowercase intended.

a/n: i haven’t wrote in so long... i was inspired by smth weird to write this, so idk how to feel but um enjoy if ur reading this!!

upon entering the bar, you shove your way through the big crowd, the air is warm and thick. eventually, you spot isagi standing with his arms crossed next to bachira who is clearly in an intoxicated state—his hair quite disheveled and his cheeks a warm flush. isagi seems like he had a few drinks as well but still quite sober, unlike your other friend.

“it’s yoouuu!” bachira giggles, reaching out for you with half-lidded eyes. isagi just groans.

“it’s whoooo?” amused, you laugh his random choice of greeting. bachira thinks the sound is pretty.

"yoouuu!" bachira repeats, leaning in just slightly. his warm breath fans over your ear. his words are a bit slurred. your heart jumps at the sudden proximity.

“meeee?”

“i loooove you,” bachira says as he circles his arms around you, tugging you closer. you catch a faint whiff of the sweet wine on his breath, and he buries himself on your shoulder.

you turn to see a confused isagi watching the whole thing. for some reason, he doesn’t look weirded out at all. in fact, he looks. . . amused? you send him a help me look.

“meguru? you don’t mean that, you’re drunk,” you elicit a nervous laugh. you could hear isagi stifle a snicker.

“why noooot?" pair of glassy eyes peeks up at you.

pouting, you repeat, "you’re not sober. . .”

"and you're soooo sober?"

isagi snickers a little louder from the side. even when drunk, bachira seems like he’s just having fun, you remind yourself.

“can you take him home?" isagi questions you, offering you an apologetic smile.

"ya, sure, ts’ what i’m here for. just pray that i have enough strength to carry him," you let out a breathy laugh, “thank you, though, for watching over him until i got here.” "f’course, i’ll see you both tomorrow,” isagi bids his farewell before he starts heading towards the exit of the bar.

“byeeee,” bachira slurs out, his arms are around you still, one on your waist and the other by your neck. he was too close. much too close for your ragged heart to accept. “i loooove you…” there it goes again. this time he says it louder as if it would make any difference. as if it would make you believe him this time.

still, your heart flutters at his words. “nah, say that when you’re finally sober,“ you attempt to joke.

“ts’ a dare, huh?” bachira raised an eyebrow at you. his grip on you is firm, his face inches away from yours. there was a playful glint in his eyes. “alright then. . . i loooove you.” he looks so innocent, repeating that, clearly forgetting what you had just said.

“you are still drunk. . .”

“so what?” bachira is tipsy, anyone could tell.

he leans down to press a chaste, drunken kiss to your neck and his warm breath washes over you, you are taken off guard, you can feel your skin shiver under his lips.

bachira pulls back, a darker crimson dusting his cheeks. he, then, gives you a sheepish smile. “you liked it, didn’t ya?

fuck, bachira. what am i supposed to say to that. . .? you adore him, he doesn’t know that. and it would be a lie to say you didn’t like it. you won’t admit it out loud, though. never.

I scoffed, "no. . . why did you do that?”

he doesn’t answer.

“meguru, you're my friend."

“wanna be more than that?" his breathy, low tone sends a shiver down your spine. you swear you could hear your heart pounding.

you clear your voice when you nearly choke on your words, “you're just playing around,"

“am i, now?"

“you wouldn’t just say that.”

“maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but i’m sure if i were sober, my answer wouldn’t change.”

your face burns, and your breath hitches, “you’re too much,”

“you aren’t answering my question, y’know.” his voice is soft and sweet, and you couldn’t help but ponder if he is just teasing you or actually being genuine.

“ask me tomorrow,” you decide to tease back.

“hmm?” there’s a hint of longing in his expression. “ask you tomorrow or ask you right now?”

“meguru. . .” you feel lightheaded, the air felt thicker.

“i don’t mind taking an answer right now.”

“as if you will remember it in the morning.”

“you wanna make that a bet?” his eyes roam your face.

“nope, you’re just messing around with me.”

“mmm, that depends. what do you think?” his eyes twinkle with amusement as his hand runs through your hair.

you’re not sure how you feel about him invading your personal space this way, “I don’t know what you want me to say. . .” you are rendered speechless.

“am i bothering you?” he inquires, his voice is so sweet. “just want you to be honest with me, y’know. . .”

“no you could never bother me,” you softly say, putting your hand atop his warm one that has trailed down from your hair to your cheek. your thumb rubs circles on it.

“f’real?”

your surroundings seems to blur, and your mind fogs up. ironic how he is the one who’s drunk but the heat from his touch is making you tipsy, drunk on his touch, drunk on his words.

you poorly attempt to slice the thick tension, “mhm, after all, i am now your designated babysitter after isagi dipped on you.”

a small chuckle escapes bachira’s lips. “babysitter, hm?” he mumbles, you can still smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath. “and are you enjoying this babysitting duty of yours?”

“how can i not?” a sarcastic grin was visible on your face, “no, but seriously, i don’t mind taking care of you, ‘cause i know you’d do the same if i was the one who’s drunk. not that I’d ever get drunk.” your tone turns soft.

“not that you’d ever get drunk?” the faintest hint of a smile grew on his lips. “you sure now?” his voice drops softer as he say this, “because a drunk you would look pretty adorable.” your heart flutters at his words.

damn you, meguru. “shut up,” is all you managed to say.

bachira lets out a small laugh. “or what?” he teases, grinning mischievously. “if i don’t shut up? what’re ya gonna about it?” a challenging done was prominent in his voice.

you could say that you will kiss the hell out of him until he shut up, but you can’t take advantage of the situation. you respect him, you always have.

he’s still clinging onto you, his warm breath fanning over your face and neck. for whatever reason, there’s a part of you that’s liking how close and personal he’s getting. a part of you that’s liking this.

you answer his question, instead, “i’ll leave your ass alone here.”

“ouch. . . if i do? if i shut up?”

“i carry you back to your place, then. good thing i drove here.”

“you’re no fun, y’know that?” though he gives you cheeky smile, you catch the lingering faintest trace of disappointment in his voice. “you’re always so good,” he whines, you can’t exactly make out the tone behind it, “why can’t you ever just. . . let lose?”

your heart softens at his comment, and you avoid the question once again. “so, are you planning to stay here forever or. . .” you remember that you both are still at the bar. “you wanna go home so you can rest?”

once again, bachira laughs softly. “you choose. . .” he whispers. “after all, the bee goes where his queen bee wishes him to go.”

thank you for reading! likes & reblogs r appreciated. wrote this while listening to willow by taylor. swiftie at heart fr <3

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venusbby · 1 year

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hello val 🤗 for the game can i request prompt 26 + bachira? and ofc bachira being his goofy self says the second line!

thank you so much if you are going to do this ! take ur time <3

🍁 character & prompt: BACHIRA MEGURU // #26. "what are you doing?" "sneaking in. be quiet please. i'm scared of your parents."

note: aaaa this is so bachiracore!! thankyou for requesting! i hope u like this and have a nice day <33333 mwa # drabble game prompts

summary: after not seeing you at his game, your boyfriend bachira takes the matter into his own hands, ignoring the fear of getting caught by your parents just to meet you.

another noise made it to your ears even though you had your headphones on. this was the second time in a row, and even if you brushed it off the first time, thinking that it was probably some background sound from the show you were watching, you couldn't help but be curious about it this time.

cautiously, you climbed out of your bed, headphones kept quietly on the mattress as you tried to see if the noise came back again.

"ow, fuck!" a muffled voice came from the direction of the window.

you gasped, whipping your head in the same direction, warily eyeing the glass window.

then you heard a soft knock from the outside, paired with a familiar face on the other side, streaks of blond hair more noticeable due to your bedroom light.

your jaw dropped, and you hurried to open the window, eyes as wide as saucers.

"baby!" whispered bachira, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you as he carefully brought himself in, the sleeve of his shirt almost getting stuck in a tree branch.

"what in the," you said, flabbergasted. your voice was louder than your boyfriend liked it to be— he winced as you talked further. "what the fuck are you doing?"

"sneaking in," he replied in a hushed tone, giving you an example of how you should speak. "be quiet please. i'm scared of your parents."

you inhaled, at a loss for words. it was 1 am— bachira should have been at his place, getting the rest he needs after the game at school today, and he somehow ended up here?

ignoring the way your mouth was still fallen apart in shock, your boyfriend engulfed you in a tight hug, planting a lingering kiss on your temple. he nuzzled his face in your neck until his voice was barely audible when he spoke. "i missed you."

you chuckled, one hand settling on his back and the other travelling upwards to ruffle his hair. "you're so done if my parents find out,"

"...and i missed you too." you added after that, pulling away to meet his eyes with a wide smile on your face.

maybe he was a little too risky when it came to meeting you without your parents finding out, but you would never let his effort go to waste. your boyfriend was the one and only person you'd risk it all for— even if it meant that you'd have to hide him under your bed if your mom woke up and came upstairs. just incase.

bachira caressed your cheek, blinking slowly. "you weren't there for the game today. i looked everywhere for you."

you nodded, "i wasn't feeling too well. 'm sorry. i should've texted."

he shrugged, beaming now. his hands slowly trailed down to your waist. although he was smirking, the tips of his ears were red. he kept his voice low. "it doesn't matter. i'm here to kiss you until you feel better."

you almost squealed when he picked you up, your legs hurriedly wrapping around his body as he brought you to the bed, earning a soft groan from him. "shush— i don't wanna die tonight."

"sorry," you said with a sheepish grin, only for bachira to shut you up by crashing his lips against yours, pulling away just as quickly.

"i knew you were amazing today, even though i wasn't there." you said, settling in his lap.

"yeah?" he grinned, satisfied with your praise. his hands rested on your back to support you so you wouldn't lose balance, thumb rubbing mindless circles into the material of your shirt. "would've been even better if you were there, though."

"don't worry, i'll be there for the next one," you replied. "it would be a crime not to be, especially after you did all this for me."

"that's right," he looked smug, lightly squeezing your waist. "i'll even dedicate a goal to you."

"the other girls will be jealous, babe." you giggled.

"that's not my problem," he sang quietly, making you bury your head in his chest to muffle down your laugh.

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sayoneee · 8 months

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☆ HEATWAVES

it's the middle of summer and everything's so hot, but bachira decides it's his chance to sneak into your room (1k)

contains: bachira meguru x fem! reader. possibly ooc bachira (first time writing for him). no mentions of blue lock. ambiguous relationship. not proofread

kashaf’s note: this is very very very indulgent.

“MEGURU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” you asked, swiftly sitting up from your sprawled position on your bed, your phone forgotten and abandoned on your sheets as a random tiktok audio looped in the background. propping yourself up against one of the pillows tossed haphazardly across your bed, you watched with a mixture of amusement as he stepped into your room, with a care that he usually lacked, kicking off his converse in the corner and closing your window behind him with a soft click.

the summer heat had turned your room into an inferno, and you felt as if you were in your own personal circle of hell. the stifling heat clung to your skin, heavy and suffocating, like an unwanted embrace. beads of sweat had formed on your skin, and your hair stuck to your forehead in damp tendrils, despite the air conditioning being on full blast for the past hour.

bachira grinned, filled with a promise of cool relief, eyes lighting up as they locked on you, a man who had stumbled upon an oasis in the desert, “i missed you?” he offered, running a hand through his hair.

you rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, a mockingly reserved posture, thinly veiling your shared enthusiasm at the sight of him, “more like you missed my ac.”

stepping closer, bachira wiped at the sweat glistening to his forehead, grin still in place, “i heard through the grapevine that your room was cold.” the reference to that one south park episode you had watched the first time you had been over at his house causes a carousel of memories—of his cold hands and shy smile in the dark of his room—to float to the forefront of your mind.

an exasperated groan escaped your lips, accompanied by a melodramatic flop backward onto your bed, “it’s literally a sauna in here, and i can’t even open the window, only hot air will come in,” you paused, “what’s your excuse for being here?”

“decided to brave the heatwave, babe,” he winked, taking a seat on the chair positioned in front of your bed.

“how aren’t you feeling hot right now—do you ever feel hot?” you twisted onto your side, looking at him critically as he played with the old teddy bear he had won for you set on your desk.

“only when i’m around you, baby,” bachira grins, proud of himself for drawing out a smile from you at the cringey line.

“you’re literally impossible,” you smiled, playing with the edges of the blanket folded at the end of your bed.

bachira’s retort is delivered with confidence, his self-assured grin never wavering, “you love me though.”

choosing not to provide him with the satisfaction of a direct answer, you grabbed a pillow from your side and sent it sailing toward him, a playful non-answer. bachira retaliated with equal enthusiasm, and before you knew it, the two of you were immersed in an intense pillow fight. laughter bubbled forth with each pillow thrown, the tension of the stifling heat momentarily forgotten.

out of nowhere, bachira launched himself at you, his weight toppling you backward onto the mattress. his breath ghosted warmly against your ear, the proximity sending shivers down your spine, "c’mon, pretty, tell me you missed me too."

amid the laughter and mock struggles, your response tumbled out, a concession laced with mirth, "maybe a little." your resistance waned as he pinned your hands above your head, your defeated state bringing an end to the wrestling, "meguru, you're actually gonna get me in trouble."

his laughter enveloped the room, a sound almost as familiar as the call of your own name, “getting into trouble can’t be that bad.”

you met his gaze, unimpressed by his nonchalance, your tone borderline childish, “i won’t be able to see you for like ever.”

“okay, nevermind, it is that bad,” bachira conceded, smiling. his eyes lit up, a tell-tale sign of when he had another bright idea; almost on a separate plane of thought entirely, he suggested, “let’s go to the roof.’

you raised your eyebrows at him, regarding his expression skeptically, “will you be quieter on the roof—so we don’t get caught?”

ignoring your question, bachira grinned, his fingers brushing away the damp strands of hair clinging to your forehead. in a quick moment, he surged to his feet, suddenly standing up and extending his hand toward you, “c’mon, last one there has to give the winner whatever they want.”

used to bachira’s antics, a competitive spark ignited within you, and a grin tugs at your lips, “you’re so on.” wasting no time, with unyielding determination, you shoved past his outstretched hand and propelled yourself out your window.

bachira was quick to follow, overtaking you with ease, his movements marked by a fluidity only years of soccer training could develop, giving him an edge over you. his laughter followed you, and when in one moment you were in the lead, in the next, you found yourself trying futilely to catch up to him.

upon joining him on the rooftop, bachira immediately drew you into his side, an arm encircling your shoulder as the cool night breeze danced around you. “i won,” he declared, a triumphant grin illuminating his features endearingly. it’s hard not to smile back, not when he’s looking at you like that. you burrowed closer into his side as he decided on his prize.

you didn’t have to wait long, however, as he suddenly leaned closer, the mischievous glint dancing in his eyes reminding you of fireflies and your shared childhood, he demanded, “i want a kiss.”

bachira closed his eyes, waiting for you to make your move, and you, gathering your courage—embarrassed at his ability to make you concede so easily—swiftly pressed your lips to his cheek in a fleeting caress, the moment disappearing as quick as it had occurred.

he opened his eyes, grin still intact, “not what i meant, pretty, but i’ll take it.”

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welovenightcord · 8 months

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Hello how are you doing

Can I ask you for headcanons for nagi and bachira for love at first sight thank you your amazing

A/N: I'm feeling bad because my school will start in a few day. 😭 I will start a new school and I know that all of them will be freak. And I will need to wake up early.💀💀

Characters: Nagi seishiro, Bachira Meguru.

Warning: English isn't my first language. I'm sorry If there's any mistakes!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Love at First Sight!!

Bachira Meguru ✩

♡ People always call Meguru a freak becuase he always talks about his monster.

♡ You didn't think he is really *that* bad. Yeah, he was a little bit weird but not too bad.

♡ One day, you saw him while being bullied by a group bully.

♡ Oh. Maybe things is worse than you thought—

♡ But hey, no one deserves being bullied right?

♡ You went to the group and told them to leave him alone.

♡ After a while, you approached Bachira and looked at his face.

♡ Oh god... he could feel the blush on his cheeks. He must be looked like a tomato.

♡ “Hey... you didn't need to save me. I'm used to this.” He said with a sad smile.

♡ “But you don't deserve to being bullied because of you're weird!”

♡ He felt weird... but in a good way. He giggled and thanked you.

♡ Your beauty and kind personality didn't leave his mind since that day!!

Nagi Seishiro ✩

♡ Your seatmate, Nagi seishiro. He was like a baby. He always slept and played video games.

♡ One day, you saw him standing alone.

♡ “Uhh... Rain, what a pain...” He murmured.

♡ Maybe sharing your umbrella with Nagi isn't bad idea at all.

♡ “Hello! I heard you and... we can share my umbrella If you want too.”

♡ He looked at you with his half-open eyes and nodded.

♡ While you two walk, you noticed that he was staring at you.

♡ “Hey... the boys in our class always talking about you. I didn't even pay attention to you at all but you have a pretty cute face.”

♡ You felt yourself blushing. “Thanks...” Did he just flirt with you?!

♡ The next day, you saw him that approaching you.

♡ “Thank you for sharing your umbrella with me... here.” and he gave you your favorite chocolate. <3

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fusaes · 11 months

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Hiii if your requests are open also sorry if they arent you can just completely ignore this message cause u dont have a pinned yet

But can i request platonic friendship headcanons with bachira and isagi?

Thank you in advance

─ BACHIRA ⸜ ISAGI ꒰ა ໒꒱ AEAO

HI BAE !! yes yes and sorry i don't have enough time to make my pinned post but ill for sure make one! also this request was so cute ^^ i couldn't help but think about dynamicduo when i hear them together >< anyways enjoy! . *. ⋆ warnings; nothing really, cute moments with their silly little shenanigans, intentional lower capitals ✧. word count: 475, 366

you almost felt your eardrums burst from meguru's high-pitched scream he let out in your left ear. this car ride was hell, even if there were places worse than hell, it would be crushed in the backseat with isagi and bachira. you could feel your legs cramping from the lack of space isagi's manspreading on the right side. you were inevitably squashed in between them. it didn't help when you were sitting on the hard material of the seatbelt right on your ass.

meguru and isagi's moms offered to drive you three to the arcade because the mall they were going to was awfully close to it. ''gosh.. seeing meguru go out with his friends like this.. makes my heart soft.'' yu's eyes almost water as her hands trembled on the steering wheel. ''mom, don't cry please.'' meguru told his mom, almost feeling embarrassed as his figure only sank further in the seat. you knew bachira was a talented individual and you didn't quite understand what his mom had just said.

isagi looked like he knew this feeling all too well. ''there's nothing to be embarrassed about, meguru.'' isagi's mom butt in as she turned her head to look at the three of you fighting over even just a space to breathe easily in. ''i remember isagi also never been the social butterfly like his dad was. the friends he only ever took home were the soccer team.'' i let out a small laugh as i saw the neon-lit arcade from the road. ''here should be fine, thank you so much for- meguru!'' meguru had already opened the door and dashed inside the arcade.

isagi waited for you to finish your farewells and bid his mom a quick ''goodbye, mom'' too. bachira's mom rolled down the window to give us three a small wave and drove away. meguru looked like a ticking time bomb while looking at what was inside of the arcade. people were scattered everywhere and no space wasn't filled with rainbow blinding lights that only enticed bachira further.

your almost popped out of their sockets once they landed on the bright rainbow glowing sign on top of the building. you weren't the type to go around and hang out at places and waste away the time you could use to be more productive. but since meguru and isagi kindly invited you to hang out together outside bluelock. ''c'mon, y/n! it'll be fun, promise.'' bachira grabs you by your hand and drags you inside of the building to go explore. isagi follows behind and gives you a small smile of reassurance.

''yeah, it would be more worth it to spend all your time outside of bluelock having fun, right?'' you three spot a basketball game and a bumper car area. safe to say, you three almost got kicked out 6 times already.

ㄔ ִ alright now onto the headcanons c:

ㄔ ִ bachira definitely accidentally threw a basketball at a kid once.

ㄔ ִ isagi helped meguru climb the machine to keep shooting the ball inside the ring to get like 1000 tickets or something 💀💀

ㄔ ִ isagi knows every single hack to win every prize you wanted in claw games.

ㄔ ִ bachira fought a kid to get to play in one of the games; ''you've been in this seat for so long, kid!'' bachira whined while watching the kid stick out his tongue to him, but he bit back by sticking out his tongue back.

ㄔ ִ isagi is a boss at those coin pusher machines and always manages to waste every one of your coins but ends up making the whole tower fall

ㄔ ִ a worker at the arcane had to hold bachira back and when i tell you they had to HOLDDD him back, i say HOLDDDDD him back.

ㄔ ִ like it took them 3 workers to hold him back from knocking a kid out for ruining his win streak or something.

ㄔ ִ you and isagi for sure always team up for those zombie gun shooting games.

ㄔ ִ bachira would absolutely destroy those DDR machines. (the arrow dance machine where you step on them) like you and isagi had to pry him away from the machine to go check out other games cuz he's been there for like 43 minutes.

ㄔ ִ like i can just imagine bachira dancing to one of those hyper-pop songs on the ddr machine.

ㄔ ִ you and meguru literally almost broke the wack-a-mole machine cause meguru pulled a mole out of the hole.

ㄔ ִ isagi is the type of kid to eat all of the cotton candy.

ㄔ ִ bachira definitely climbed on isagi's back while he was rollerskating. the kids were giving them the stink eye while you were literally struggling to stand on your two left feet.

ㄔ ִ at the end of the day, you three got kicked out for wreaking havoc in the arcade.

ㄔ ִ (you three got banned from it for the rest of your life.)

‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy - a/n: send in an ask to request this with any other duo you want from blue lock c:

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sixosix · 9 months

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summary wc 500, bachira invites you over, but really, he just wants you around

your textbook slams shut the first ring of your alarm.

it continues ringing, and you faintly register it in the back of your head, still reeling from hours-long study sessions. the title splaying YOU CAN STOP NOW blinks off as you swipe it away.

then it rings again, brightening with a message.

bachira hey :3 come over ? <3

you what happened this time

bachira WHAT DO YOU MEAN let’s watch a movie please

you im studying

bachira no u arent i know every detail of your schedule

you who did you ask

bachira chigiri

you ill be there in 10

when you do arrive, bachira already has snacks ready on the table and a blanket draped over the couch. he looks up from where he’s been lazily hanging on the backrest—a miracle that it hasn’t tipped over and sent him a mess of limbs on the ground.

“y/n!” he beams, springing up from his position to tackle you.

without wasting any time—and without even letting you greet him back—he ushers you to the loveseat sofa, shoving various snacks into your arms. he nods proudly when you blink up at him, too confused to complain.

“what are we going to watch?”

bachira snuggles into your side, jostling the chips you tucked in your arm. “you decide.”

“you’re the one who invited me over.”

he pulls up the blanket and lets it settle over the both of you. “i trust your judgment!”

“of course, of course,” you chuckle.

you can’t even eat the food he provided with how he’s pressed up against you so insistently, so you toss them back onto the table, and bachira takes it as his chance to rest his head on your lap.

unfazed, you scroll past the selection, skimming through the summary and asking bachira if it’s good enough. he answers with a nod or a hum, but he stops replying eventually after a few minutes.

“bachira?” you murmur, tipping your head down only to see him with his eyes shut and his mouth parted, soft snores coming from it.

“let’s watch a movie, y/n,” you mock under your breath, running a hand through his hair and smiling when he nuzzles into your touch. “you're lucky you're cute.”

bachira shifts and frowns when your phone buzzes, but he doesn’t wake. you pick a random movie and let it play as you check, nothing but faint audio in the background that’s as soft as bachira’s breathing.

isagi hey y/n have you checked the gc?

you what happened this time

isagi can you please don’t assume something already happened…

bachira kept bugging everyone that he couldn’t sleep then he suddenly went offline

couldn’t sleep, huh?

your gaze travels back to the snoring bachira on your lap, completely dead to the world.

you he’s sleeping don’t worry

isagi how do you know that aired ???

a/n i wrote this in like 30 mins cus i had this idea as i was showering LMAO hope u enjoyed!!

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mitsuyaya · 10 months

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[ a peculiar genius ] bachira meguru

contains: 800+ words. fluff, knight bachira, maid reader, reader is referred to as ‘my lady’, unedited (will edit tom hopefully 🤞)

summary: Out of all the nobles, knights and sorcerers you've ever encountered or heard of, your master's friend is by far the most peculiar yet.

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For the past three years you've been serving the Marquess Isagi household as a servant, there are a lot of things you've learned about the nobilities, especially the knights that served the entire empire, but one particular knight had left quite an impression on you. A knight with hair as black as a raven, with shining gold underneath — Sir Bachira Meguru.

You've seen him every morning training with your master, how he would lift his sword effortlessly as if it doesn't weigh a ton, as if it's something a normal being can wield. And how his nimble feet change into one stance after the other that it makes him look like he's dancing the waltz.

No matter how long, how many minutes they have been sparring, their sweat clinging into their white sleeves, the smile on his face never wavers, intact, gradually widening the more he corners the marquess, the more he clashes his sword against him.

Sir Bachira’s countenance reminds you of those magical beasts in your hometown. So little, charming, innocent yet when they are faced by heartless hunters and predators that are larger than them, they would bare their fangs, unleashing their much terrifying side — it suits him quite well.

And even with his age, he had already achieved a lot of accolades, recognitions that gained him an utmost respect; winning numerous jousting tournaments, catching and detaining the empire's wanted bandits and becoming one of the trusted knights of the crown prince — a genius some might even say.

You believed them at first, the narrative that detailed how astounding Sir Bachira is, but as his visits gradually increase, having seen and conversed with him for the past three years — the more you doubt whether he really is the genius everyone had described him to be.

Because the Sir Bachira you know — “uhm my lady, if it isn't a trouble can you possibly show me where your master's drawing room is again?” — is the complete opposite of that.

As politely as you could, grasping tightly the remaining thread of patience you have left, you smiled and nod curtly.

Marquess Isagi’s manor is of the humble side, compared to his acquaintance and the other nobilities, it only has two floors, few rooms, and the maids and guards aren't that big in number. And yet, Sir Bachira would always get lost, despite visiting this place regularly.

“Follow me, sir” holding back the desire to roll your eyes, you turn around, walking a bit faster, making your way into where your master awaits him.

“You wounded me my lady, I told you to call me by my name, we see each other almost everyday! No need for formalities.” Bachira walks faster, catching up to you, walking side by side. You didn't even have to look at his face to know that he's smiling, a strange one indeed.

“Even so, you're still someone with a higher position than I am, it's only fitting if I call you by your title.” He lets out a childish huff “and please refrain from calling me ‘my lady.’ I am a mere servant not a noblewoman.” Bachira groans, frustrated “you’re such a stickler for the rules, loosen up.”

Your head pounds in irritation. Why did it have to be you who always gets to open the door and be the receiver of his annoying antics?

Just as you thought that you'll be reaching the drawing room in a comfortable silence, he spoke once again, much to your dismay, “you look beautiful today though, have you used a new brand of powder?” you didn't answer, brows twitching, he snaps his fingers, grinning “aha, I am right aren't I?”

“I don't use powder, sir” he freezes, “then are you wearing a new uniform?”

“It’s the same as I always wear” silence, an awkward one for him and a very welcomed company for you. The refreshing silence draws on for a long time, as he was about to break the silence once again, the doors to the drawing room welcomes you both.

“We are here” you knocked the door once, hearing the marquess say ‘you may enter’, you opened the door and showed him inside.

“I will be downstairs to make you two some tea, please call another maid in, if you need anything my lord… and sir bachira.” you say those last few words with a hint of displeasure, hoping that none of them noticed, you bow and leave the room after.

The door closes, an inexplicable atmosphere encompasses the room, Isagi stares, then glances to his friend “What did you do? you made her angry again”

“I didn't do anything!” Bachira’s eyes remained from that spot where you were moments ago.

Isagi sighs, rubbing his temples, already feeling a headache forming “Just how much longer will you pretend to get lost just so you could talk to her?”

“Youichii!!!!”

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