#I LOVE BACHIRA

[sirhamburrger]

what is this feeling? (m. bachira x reader)

━☆ (accidental theatre date, for day one of @phantasmaebg) ━☆ in which an unfortunate situation turns into something less tragic. ━☆ wc: 728 || tags/cw: f!reader, reader is a wicked fan bachira is just a silly little guy || event m.list ━☆ late to the first day of ebg.... not a good start

meguru doesn’t understand why he has to be here.

okay, sure, so karasu has two tickets to see wicked the musical live in tokyo. and fine, he and otoya can’t make it last minute, so now he has both tickets and a growing impatience in his heart. 

it’ll be a good experience, he distinctly remembers the osaka-hailing teenager declaring. you need to learn how to appreciate the fine arts. he doesn’t even like musicals, and he certainly won’t be able to sit through a nearly-three-hour stage performance. even if it has a green-painted-lady in it.

he fishes out his phone, starts texting karasu an apology that he won’t be staying for the whole play. but then he hears a sniffling noise coming from behind him, and he turns to face…

her. 

her, with her wicked t-shirt and baggy jeans and her now-ruined green mascara, and the way she frantically looks through the contents of her bag, then wallet, muttering a watery, unintelligible curse under her breath. and the way looks absolutely devastated right now. 

his heart jumps in his chest, and he’s opening his mouth before he even realises it. 

“hey, you good?”

she jumps, startled, but then relaxes a little - it doesn’t seem as if she’s let her guard down just yet, though. he hands her a packet of wet wipes (once belonging to otoya) for her makeup, and he sees your cautious gaze turn into relief when the green glitter comes off easily.

“thanks,” she mumbles, folding the now-dry wipe into a little square in the centre of her palm. she fidgets with the already fraying corners.

“not an answer,” he presses further, watching he curiously.

she rolls her eyes. (he can’t tell if she’s genuinely irritated or if she finds him weirdly endearing. he sincerely hopes it’s the latter.)

“oh, i just… can’t find my ticket.” she glances between him and your bag, her left hand already reaching back in to search once more. “a stupid mistake, really.” when she sees he’s not leaving, she looks back up at him, quirking a brow upwards.

“well, what are you waiting for?” she gestures at the two tickets he has clutched in his hands, then tilts her chin towards the theatre entrance. “you should go meet up with your date or whoever. the show’s going to start at seven-thirty sharp. wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

meguru blinks. “why do you assume i have a date for tonight?”

she chuckles, and a glimmer emerges in her eyes, one he thinks suits her well. “let’s just say you don’t seem like the kind of person who goes to musicals just for the fun of it all.”

feeling particularly bold in the moment, he replies, “and you are?”

“yeah.” her eyes soften, and a wistful smile stretches her face ever so slightly. “yeah, i am.” she looks down at your empty hands, then back up at him. “too bad i lost my only ticket to a sold-out broadway show. pretty silly of me, huh?”

“come watch it with me, then.” 

meguru’s own words seem to ring in his ears, and for the first time in his life, he’s panicking. even when he was this close to losing the most important match of his football career, he was perfectly calm. but when the stakes are a pretty girl calling him a creepy bastard?

yeah, he thinks his heart is about to combust.

still, his outstretched hand - the one clutching the ticket - does not waver in the slightest. he sees her surprised expression, and tries again. “come with me.”

“i can’t possibly-”

“but you’ve wanted to go for so long,” he interrupts, earning himself a narrow-eyed glare that seems to scream, i don’t need your pity. he quickly breaks eye contact. “and i’m not meeting anyone tonight, so…”

the corners of her pretty mouth twitch up in an unexpected smile.

“i’ll be geeking out the whole time. oh, screaming in your ear, too. are you sure you're ready for that?”

“yeah, no, absolutely.” he attempts a smile of his own, hoping it doesn’t look like a grimace. “you can tell me all about it.”

she lets out a real laugh this time, so sudden and pure, and together they step through the gilded double doors.

end.

bonus:

me [7.25]: sorry  karasu🐦‍⬛[7.45]: sorry for what? karasu🐦‍⬛[7.45]: bruh reply karasu🐦‍⬛[7.47]: BRO WHAT FOR

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[damicxyy]

nagi is literally ice bear!

[kawoala]

need a meguru bachira fic where bachira is classified as the “weird kid” in school - he always has been, whereas the reader is classified as one of the more popular girls. they get partnered together for a school project and - woah, she’s nicer than he expected. then they fall in love and kiss kiss yay

would write it myself but i am sooo not confident in writing blue lock yet 😥

[saetoshi]

HAPPY BDAY TO MY FAV BACHIRA MEGURU 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[adoresia]

kinda random but i love my profile picture so so much like look at him just sitting there all silly nobody loves bachira more than i love bachira

[v-67]

What's this post about? (A feeling, anime, Blue lock, Haikyuu)

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Does this happen with you?

I like doing things, and once I do something which reaches the peak, like it's good and the best, I casually stop doing those things little by little.

Eg : I love painting, but i created one absolutely perfect beauty and now I paint less and less.

And this happens with many things

And i don't like that, I wanna keep doing those things.

So I was watching Blue lock that day

And Isagi says something around : This cannot end with me scoring a lousy fluke.

And i really resonated with it.

Be it fluke or not, It cannot end with me doing one amazing job. It has to keep on going. Has to? Why? Because I want to create, and i want to do those things, i want to keep doing them.

So, yeah. I really love anime, it evokes such beautiful emotions within me. For real.

When Isagi scored, or stopped the other team from scoring that goal, I got GOOSEBUMPS.

I'm still on episode 8, so no spoilers.

But so far, people kept telling me it's so much better than Haikyuu,

I disagree. Not in the sense that it isn't great, but in the sense that they're both different and they're both great.

I LOVE HAIKYUU. And it is so much more than a sports anime.

And Blue lock, for as much as I've seen, has the spirt and energy but they're different anime, one cannot compare them.

How do I say it?

Blue lock has more of a competitive energy, the hunger, it's there. More about ego. More about creating the hunger to become a best striker, to just be, to goal and to be the best. Whatever the means.

Haikyuu has a more team approach. There's next level competition, amazing competition. It is also has that note of extreme warmth. Like literally. The color scheme, it's warm. The tones throughout the anime, it's sunny. You watch the anime and you feel the rays from the sun touch within you.

Blue lock too has positivity, it's difficult to explain, but their main focus is energy, and the hunger, in my opinion. The tones of the show are blue throughout, energetic blue, the hungry eyes. It's really beautiful.

So all of this is actually to say, that we cannot compare them, they're really beautiful in their own way, i love them so much. So when you ask me if i like Haikyuu or Blue lock, I'll tell you I love them both. But Haikyuu is something which will always, and forever have a special place within me. The warmth it brings me, it makes me smile throughout. I need that. And when I was at my lowest, it was that warmth which pulled me out. Unburdened me from shackles. And so, yes i love them both. I would not compare them because they cannot be compared because they're different. But i love them.

[chodzacaparodia]

I can't believe Rin, of all the characters from Blue Lock, felt the power of friendship?

Nevermind, he hates it and rejects friendship

[obcyss]

bachira's gift for his partner.

[prettyboykatsuki]

childhood friend bachira who from birth is creepily and unhealthy obsessed with reader x reader who is violent and equally as possessive over him and his creep behavior

[miyamiwu]

How to say “I love you” in Blue Lock

I don’t really want to play soccer, but being with you isn’t a pain, so it’s fine.

Now that I can fight without you, being with you is even more fun

And then there’s this asshole...

I made it this far because of you. Since you allowed me to play soccer freely, I’ve grown this strong on Bastard München. But I can’t climb any higher that way. I figured that out in this match, I no longer need the freedom you give me. Forget about me, Ness. Find yourself a new king. It’s easier for me to live in restriction.

[sirhamburrger]

ENTER… THE BACHIVERSE

in appreciation of my new husband MEGURU BACHIRA, this is a seven-part drabble collection based/on inspired by prompts from @phantasmaebg's extreme bias game! (daddy loves bachira and she must show it) || divider creds here

DAY ONE: what is this feeling? (accidental theatre date) in which an unfortunate situation turns into something less tragic.

DAY TWO: unravel (detective x detective) in which you grow to love your case partner in all his unconventionality.

DAY THREE: post-apocalypse au

DAY FOUR: soulmates au

DAY FIVE: cafe employee x customer

DAY SIX: racer au

DAY SEVEN: high school/university au

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[damicxyy]

The Unstoppable Spirit: Why I Love Bachira Meguru

In the world of anime and sports, few characters resonate as deeply as Bachira Meguru from Blue Lock. His boundless energy, unorthodox style, and infectious love for soccer make him a truly unforgettable character. My admiration for Bachira goes beyond his skills on the field—it’s his fearless individuality, unwavering belief in his dreams, and magnetic personality that have left an indelible mark on my heart.

First and foremost, Bachira's unique approach to soccer is what initially captivated me. In a sport often defined by structure and strategy, Bachira brings creativity and unpredictability. He plays with a childlike joy, treating the ball as if it were his best friend. His dribbling skills and flair for the dramatic showcase not only his technical prowess but also his artistry. Watching him weave through opponents with seemingly effortless ease reminds me that passion and imagination can break through even the toughest barriers.

What truly sets Bachira apart, however, is his unshakable confidence in his individuality. From his wild hairstyle to his quirky mannerisms, he is unapologetically himself. In a high-pressure environment like Blue Lock, where individuality often clashes with the demands of teamwork, Bachira never lets go of his essence. His commitment to finding "a monster" within himself, and his belief in others' potential to do the same, inspires me to embrace my own quirks and pursue my goals with the same fearless determination.

Bachira’s personality is another aspect that makes him so endearing. Despite the cutthroat competition in Blue Lock, he remains warm, playful, and supportive of his teammates. His ability to bring out the best in others—whether it’s challenging them on the field or encouraging them to believe in their talents—is a testament to his generous spirit. Bachira’s interactions with Isagi, in particular, highlight his knack for building genuine connections, even in a hyper-competitive setting.

Lastly, Bachira embodies resilience. His backstory reveals a young boy who often felt isolated due to his unconventional style, yet he never let that loneliness dim his love for the game. Instead, he channeled it into his relentless drive to grow stronger and find others who shared his vision. Bachira’s journey is a reminder that embracing one's uniqueness can lead to profound personal growth and meaningful relationships.

In conclusion, my love for Bachira Meguru stems not only from his exceptional soccer skills but also from the life lessons he teaches through his character. He is a symbol of individuality, creativity, and resilience—a reminder that staying true to oneself can lead to extraordinary achievements. Watching Bachira play, laugh, and dream has not only deepened my appreciation for Blue Lock but also inspired me to approach life with the same passion and authenticity.

[iid-smile]

★ nobody knows — bachira meguru

꠴ bachira meguru x gn!idol!reader

content: secret relationship, bachira calls you 'baby', not much happens tbh, word count: 0.3k-ish

there's not a single fan that isn't aware of bachira's crush on you, an up and coming idol who recently returned to the stage after a long break.

he's been your number one fan since day one. he (allegedly) was the first person to buy your physical solo album, (allegedly) has shown up to all of your concerts that were shoved into impossibly tiny buildings, and (allegedly) owns all of your merchandise known to exist.

he's not afraid of making his admiration for you known, yet you seem to turn a blind eye on the entire situation.

it's remained like that for a while. on multiple occasions has he been seen doing little snippets of your dances during celebrations, or reciting lyrics of songs that date years back no matter who's around. still, seemingly no word or response from you.

and here you are, sat in front of your phone after multiple back to back performances. it's difficult trying to keep up with the fame, exhausting yourself out to satisfy the demand. you stare at the surreal amount of people watching you live, the number only increasing as you read the comments for something, anything to talk about.

the instagram live only started minutes ago, and you've answered too many questions to count. alone, you've probably mentioned how your day was fine at least twice every minute, skipping over some less than appropriate remarks.

"i should eat?" you lean forward towards the camera, fiddling with the rings decorating your fingers. "i'm going to. i was planning on getting something delivered after this, but i think some of the staff ordered desserts. i think it might be—"

"baaaaaabyyyyyyy~!" clear, distinct, and loud. your one and only number one fan, bachira meguru's voice coming from another room.

you pause, and your reaction said it all.

you quickly turn, closing the door to the small room you were in. it was quite literally one of the worst times for your boyfriend to be looking for you. putting on an innocent smile covered nothing up from what happened seconds ago, and a notification from your manager telling you to shut things down didn't make you feel any better.

in a panic, you bid your goodbyes to your fans, your wave turning slightly frantic as the live disappears.

that day, everybody knew that bachira was dating his favourite idol. your silly, supportive boyfriend managed to out your entire relationship without even knowing.

a/n: how long is too long before you put a cut? 😧

[quehecke]

history will call them best friends and history is wrong!!

[adoresia]

New pfp I see…

BOOM goes bachira 🤩🤩🤩🤩

full revamp coming soon 😈

[bgyuus]

them meeting your parents on (insert any festivities that you celebrate) ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙

characters: isagi yoichi , bachira meguru, mikage reo, itoshi rin. no warnings, entirely pure fluff! <3

— isagi yoichi

stumbles over the door as he profusely apologises for his clumsiness to your father while shaking his hands and keeps bowing at your mother. you have to keep reassuring him that your parents loves him and wouldn’t bite him at all.

your father loves soccer so him and yoichi got along in no time at all and he is also really nice and sweet to your mother. by the end of lunch, he helps your mother and you clean the table and wash the dishes together. you are sure that by the end of the day, your parents would want him to come over for more lunches together again.

— bachira meguru

“i’m so honoured to finally meet you!” he exclaims excitedly as he shook hands with your father, leaving the old man flabbergast by his enthusiasm.

throughout the whole lunch, meguru keeps yapping about all the stuff you guys did together before you guys became a couple and all. your mother whispered to you about something how she likes meguru already and that he can come over for lunch anytime as well. same as yoichi, meguru is a big help when lunch was over, helping with the dishes and cleaning the table as well.

— mikage reo

tons- and i mean tons of gifts for your parents. he even bought a big hamper for them 😭. the day before, you told him that it was no need for him to so but he insisted anyways. your parents were astonished at the gifts as your mother saw that one dior handbag she has always wanted and that one romano prestige cologne for your father.

reo proudly hands them the gifts as he tells them how much he adores your parents for bringing you into this world which made you hit his arm to make him stop talking (and to make him stop making you feel flustered by his words).

— itoshi rin

he may seem nonchalant on the outside but boy he was panicking inside. he tries not to show it but his shaky hands when shaking your father’s hands says it all. your mother notices his behaviour of course as she tells him that she was thankful of how he’s always there for you (this made rin tense out of pride and also a bit of embarassment) as he nods in response. he doesn’t talk much but did answered all the questions your parents shot at him.

your father has his doubts of course but when he accidently overhears him telling you to give gifts that he bought for your parents (because he was too shy to do so) made your father changed his perspectives of him almost immediately.