#and squealing with glee

[brightlotusmoon]

I found photos of those Pallas Cat kittens born this year and bye I'm deceased

[funstyle]

i think i just found the best video on the entire internet

[giggly-squiggily]

Sore Spot (Blue Lock) ❄Squealing Santa 2023❄

@ticklish-n-stuff MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Happy Holidays or Happy Winter! Whatever you celebrate my dear friend- it is I! Squiggily, your squealing santa this year! >:D For this fic, I've went with:

-Blue Lock: Bachira and anyone else [I like the ticklish massage troupe, but feel free to use whatever!}

I know you like Rin too, so I figured why not create some good ol' BachiRin for you this season? :3 I hope you like it and have a fabulous rest of your 2023!

Summary: After a long night of practice with Rin, Bachira's aching all over. Feeling bad, Rin helps him out, only to uncover an interesting truth (Word Count: 1k35)

It wasn’t often Bachira was seen like this. Anyone who met him could tell you he was always smiling, always laughing- an eccentric ball of sunshine that wormed his way into all their hearts.

So when he came to breakfast with a pinched expression and moving so slow it was as if he aged several years, concerns were high.

“Bachira..are you alright? You don’t seem very glam right now.” Aryu noted as said boy sat down, wincing as he did.

“Did you get hurt? Oh man- what are we gonna do? The next game is soon- Ah! That was insensitive, wasn’t it?” Tokimitsu panicked, looking ready to both pass out right there and bolt for the intercom installed for emergencies. “I should-”

“Relax.” Rin cut them both off, turning his cool gaze onto Bachira. “What happened?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing..” The smallest of the team tried to smile, but it came out more a grimace. “I think I overdid it at practice the other night. I’m just really sore, that’s all.”

Tokimitsu made a small noise of relief, and Aryu seemed satisfied. Rin though- he eyes darkened some with…guilt? Remorse? “That was my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”

“What, no way Rin-Rin! I had fun!” Bachira grinned, perking up and immediately regretting it. “Hmm! R-Really; I had a great time. I just forget my own limits, that’s all, hehe.”

Just then, Isagi walked up, carrying two trays of food. “Bachira, you forgot to get breakfast. I grabbed it for you- what’s wrong?”

“Rin overworked him last night and now he’s sore all over.” Aryu piped up. Isagi gaped, Tokimitsu choked on his milk and Rin buried his face in his hands as Bachira laughed hysterically, ears red.

What a morning to be alive.

~~~

Throughout the day, Bachira’s soreness was slowly proving to be a problem. He was barely moving through drills, gasping for air after short runs across the field and wincing anytime he was passed the ball. The longer he watched him go, the worse Rin felt.

Yes, Bachira chose to practice with him last night, and yes he insisted on going all out in spite of Rin’s warnings, but that didn’t change the fact he felt responsible for the dribbler.

When the day ended and Bachira was whimpering through taking off his shirt, Rin finally had enough.

“That’s it.” He got up, closing the distance between them. “Put your arms up.”

“Huh?” Bachira blinked at him but did as he was told. With some difficulty- why the hell did Ego-sensei make these things so tight? Rin managed to pull off Bachira's training top without hurting him too badly. “Thanks, Rin-”

“I’m not done.” Without another word, he walked across the locker room, grabbing a clean towel from the stack nearby and spreading it over an empty bench. “Can you lay down?”

“Uh, sure-”

Rin pointed. Bachira blinked before doing so, lying across the towel on his belly with a soft groan. “Wow, RinRin, I didn’t know you could be so demanding, hehe~”

“Shush. You’re hurt. I’m just making sure you can play tomorrow.” Rin got another towel, kneeling on it as he sat before Bachira. “If you drag us down, I’m kicking our ass.”

“Sure, sure.” Bachira winked, then cringed when Rin pressed into his shoulder. “Mm!”

“Don’t be a baby.” Rin scoffed, but he did lighten his touch. Nothing was broken, but he could feel the knots in the older boy’s shoulders with each pass. He really did overwork himself last night. “Is this better?”

“Mm! Mmhhmhmhmmhmhmhmmhm!” Muffled laughter could be heard then. Bachira had his face pressed into his arm, lips curled into a wobbly grin. He gave a shaky thumbs up instead. Rin rolled his eyes with a small huff.

“Ticklish?” He pressed in. This time Bachira barked out a giggle. “I thought it hurt?”

“It dhoohohhoes! Buhuhuhut it ahahahalso fhehehheheels nihihihihice?” Bachira giggled through groans of pain, torn between melting at Rin’s touch and flinching away. “The tihihihihickles dihihihiistrahahahct frohohohohm it!”

“...Huh.” He supposed that was a good thing, then. Rin carried on, bringing both hands to Bachira’s back as he worked from top to bottom. The entire time Bachira was a giggly mess, his feet peddling behind him as he struggled not to wiggle away. When Rin got a tad close to his armpits, he nearly jerked his arms down. It took a white knuckle grip on the bench to keep them out of the way.

“You’re so ticklish.” Rin mused, almost laughing at the efforts Bachira was making not to lose it. Once he was sure the muscles weren’t tight anymore, he popped the question. “Are you still hurting?”

“Hhhmhmhmm…hm.” Bachira sat up a bit, rolling his neck and shoulders. “Actually- no, I feel really good! Thanks, RinRi-EHHEEHEHEHHEHEHE!” Before he could even finish speaking, tickly fingers were back at his shoulders, pinching and scratching along the sensitive skin. “Aehahahahhahhahhahaha! Rihihihin-riihihihin whahhhahhahait! Whahahahait it tihihihihihiihickles!”

“I know. We already established that.” Rin fought down a grin as Bachira cackled and flailed, no longer chained down by his previous soreness. “Stop flailing so much, you’re getting your sweat everywhere.”

“I cahhahahahn’t hehehehelp iihihhiihihit! Aheahhahahah it tihihihihickles toohohohoho muuhuuhuhuhch!” Bachira squealed through his mirth, cheeks pink and smiling big. It was the first time he truly grinned since the day began. That alone vanished Rin’s guilt. “Rihiihihihin pleahhahahahhase!”

“Hmm…eh, alright.” Finally stopping, the green haired teen pulled his hands back, watching Bachira half curl into himself. “If we kept going, you’d get even more sweaty. Gross.”

“Whohohos fahahault is thahaht, RinRin?” Bachira giggled, making it a point to shake out his hair. Rin recoiled, making Bachira laugh harder. “Yohohou’re fahahhace! Hehehehe!”

“Ugh, whatever.” Rin rolled his eyes as he got up, tossing his floor towel into the hamper on the way to the baths. “Hurry up and get clean before lights out. You should be able to move better by the morning.”

“Aww, RinRin~” Bachira sang, running after him. “Thank youuuu~”

“Don’t run in the shower-gh, let go of me, you’re nasty!”

“Never! I’m gonna hang on to you forever!”

Just outside the locker room, Tokimitsu blinked, hesitating to go in.

“Aryu was right…they really are..." He ran from the door, ears hot and mind racing.

What a time to be alive.

Thanks for reading!

[ratatatastic]

He looks so different with glasses 😂 did not recognize him at first

terribly funny how much more generic he can get with a thick frame of raybans like ive always believed the whole glasses as a disguise would never work irl but i got punked so hard that when i first saw him in glasses i was like "oh another man" glossed over him then felt the same sensation as when i forget to buy milk at the store, swiped back, scrutinised this for far longer than im comfortable admitting publicly and went "oh my god THATS MY MAN GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING"

[aethersea]

lmao can't believe how long it took me to realize it was a fucking pun. Miri fakes his death, and you believe it's real bc this show doesn't pull its punches on major character death, but it turns out all along he was playing possum

subtle metaphors my fucking foot, they had the POSSUM kid PLAY DEAD laiwejfslkdjalks I hate this stupid show

[spookberry]

Me looking up information so i can figure out how i can get all the different chibimi evolutions and lowkey putting more consideration and effort into it than the rest of dgrp2 cuz at my very core i am first and foremost a pokemon stan

[odysseys-blood]

most of the time im like i rly wouldnt want to be a parent but sometimes looking at babies is so 🥺🥺🥺

[salmonandsoup]

REYNAULD IS BACK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL

AND HE BROUGHT WITH HIM A COOL LADY

[airandangels]

Little Nephew (Linus) last night on the way home from a barbecue with friends: Today, none of us died. Unqualified success!

Linus just now, getting changed for a swim, seemingly to himself: Just put this on... and I'm ready to swim. The question is, for whom I'm narrating this.

[meownotgood]

I got these akis. wow! very cute!

[sleepycoffins-and-benhargreeves]

Me when I go shopping for my fave laundry detergent and I find out they have a buy one get one sale when I thought they were sold out

[blowflyfag]

Autistic Boy needs to consume/own every bit of rocker’s memorabilia. More and 10

[jmflowers]

My first nephew, my brother’s son, has arrived!

[giggly-squiggily]

Taking a shot every time Senku says get excited or 10 billion

[ironfloret]

for real though the presents was......fine. glad we got a glimpse of the scarvio DLC. and sleep is no longer vapourware. that's neat. anyway i'm gonna go have breakfast now

[zero-way-out]

Im not vegan but i may as well be the vegan baked goods messiah to my little sisters who live in a militant vegan household, this times its lemon meringue pie.