#blue lock bachira meguru

[eclipixels]

Jude

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Rensuke Kunigami, Kenyu Yukimiya, Sae Itoshi, Ryusei Shidou, Michael Kaiser

Content: Blue Lock boys react...to you liking Jude Bellingham

Yoichi Isagi

      You’re cuddled up on the couch, phone in hand, when Isagi glances over your shoulder. He freezes when he sees the Jude Bellingham edit you just liked, saved, and reposted on tiktok.

      "Wait… you reposted that?" he asks, tone dangerously neutral.

      You nod absentmindedly, not noticing his sharp pout. "Yeah, the edit was sick and he looked fine as hell."

      Isagi sits up, suddenly needing space between you two. "Oh, cool. No, no, it’s totally fine. It’s not like I play soccer too or anything," he says, crossing his arms.

      You bite back a laugh at his sulking. "Ichi, are you jealous?"

      "Me? Jealous?" He scoffs. "Of a guy who doesn’t even know you exist? No way." But he refuses to cuddle you for the next hour, stealing glances at his own edits on youtube shorts to reassure himself. The ones on youtube were all made by his teenage fanboys to Brazilian phonk music. Was it phonk or funk? You always forgot the difference.

Meguru Bachira

      Bachira is perched beside you, humming softly, when he notices the repost. His eyes widened dramatically.

      "Jude Bellingham?" He gasps. "You have a crush on Jude Bellingham?"

      You blink at him. "I just liked the edit—"

      Before you can explain, he dramatically flops onto the floor. "I thought I was your number one football star!" he wails, rolling away from you in fake agony.

      "Meg—"

      "No, don't touch me!" he sniffs. Then, he peeks up. "Unless you're gonna repost a cool edit of me instead."

      You sigh. "Ugh, fine."

      He beams, immediately climbing back onto the couch. "You better repost one that uses my best goals! Also, make sure it has some cool effects—oh! And make me look really fast! Chigiri called me slow yesterday for asking if mirrors work in the dark."

      “Baby, mirrors reflect light. That’s literally their whole thing." You laugh at him.

      “Yeah, yeah I got all that explained to me already.” Bachira pouted. This is what happens when a bunch of teens drop out in the middle of their high school career to play soccer.

Hyoma Chigiri

      Chigiri raises an eyebrow when he sees the repost. "Jude Bellingham?" His voice is calm, but you can feel the judgment.

      "Don’t start," you warn, knowing that tone.

      He tilts his head, crimson hair falling over his shoulder. "I just didn’t realize you liked midfielders so much. I thought you were into forwards."

      You roll your eyes. "Hyo, it's just an edit—"

      He sighs dramatically, standing up. "No no, I get it."

      "You're being ridiculous."

      "Am I?" He flips his hair and walks off. Five minutes later, you hear him watching his own highlights on repeat.

      “Speed.. I am speed.” You hear Lightning McQueen’s voice over a Beyonce song. What’s worse is you knew exactly which edit of himself your princess boyfriend was watching.

Rin Itoshi

      Rin glares at your phone. "You reposted that?"

      You barely glance up. "Yeah, so?"

      "So?" His voice is dangerously low. "Why don’t you repost my edits?"

      You freeze. "That's why you're mad?"

      He crosses his arms, eyes narrowed. "I outplay guys like him daily. And yet, here you are, simping over some random Premier League guy."

      "He's not random—"

      "Oh, so now you're defending him?" Rin huffs. "Unbelievable."

      He goes completely silent, scrolling aggressively through his phone. Later, you find out he sent you every highlight reel of himself with the caption ‘Repost this instead.’

Seishiro Nagi

      Nagi, half-asleep in your lap, peeks at your screen and immediately sighs. "Haaah? That guy again?"

      You blink. "What do you mean ‘again’?"

      "I see his edits everywhere." Nagi pouts. "And now my own girlfriend is thirsting over him?"

      "I'm not thirsting—"

      "Hmph." He dramatically rolls off your lap onto the bed, lying face down. "Wake me up when you start appreciating me properly."

      "You want me to repost your videos?"

      "...Maaaybe."

      So you do, and he immediately perks up, pulling you back into a cuddle like nothing happened.

Reo Mikage

      Reo sees the edit and gasps. "Babe. Seriously?"

      You blink. "What?"

      "What?" he repeats, hand to his chest like you’ve personally betrayed him. "I literally fund your entire soccer fan experience. Who pays for your ESPN subscription? Me. Who takes you to VIP matches? Me. Who is your actual soccer playing boyfriend? Me!"

      You hold back a laugh. "Are you saying I should only repost you?"

      "Exactly." He crosses his arms. "If you're gonna simp over a player, it better be your own rich, talented, and incredibly handsome boyfriend."

      "I guess you do have a point.” You mumbled before spam reposting edits of him until he was satisfied.

Rensuke Kunigami

      Kunigami glances at your phone and raises an eyebrow. "Really? Jude Bellingham?"

      You shrug. "He's cool."

      Kunigami scoffs. "I'm cool."

      "You are," you agree easily, but he's already frowning.

      "I just don’t get it," he mutters, crossing his arms. "I play just as physically as him. My goals are just as powerful. But no, he gets reposted."

      "Rensuke," you groan. "You're seriously upset over this?"

      "I'm not upset," he says, but the way he's aggressively scrolling through football clips of himself suggests otherwise.

      Later that day, you find him in the gym, training even harder. You’re pretty sure he’s trying to outdo Bellingham now.

Kenyu Yukimiya

      Yukimiya’s first instinct when he sees the repost? He slides into your DMs like he’s a stranger.

      @kenyu_official: So, Bellingham, huh?

      You squint at the notification, then glance over at your boyfriend, who’s currently sitting across from you on the bed, clearly sulking.

      "You’re texting me from across the table?" you say, amused.

      Yukimiya sips his water, tilting his head. "Well, since you seem to be in love with him now, I figured I should keep my distance."

      You roll your eyes playfully. “Kenyu, seriously?”

      He leans back in bed, dramatically running a hand through his hair.

      "I just didn’t realize I had competition. Should I start playing midfield instead of forward?"

      You stand up, walking around the table to sit beside him. “There’s no competition, Kenyu.” You press a kiss to his cheek. “I only have eyes for you.”

      He sighs, finally smiling. "You better. I don't share."

Sae Itoshi

      Sae barely reacts at first. His attention is focused elsewhere, absorbed in his own thoughts. The air around him feels calm, almost too calm, as he scrolls through his phone. Then, without looking up, he casually mutters.

      "I’ve played against Bellingham before. He’s alright." His voice is indifferent, almost as if he's making a random observation rather than sharing a rare experience.

      You snort, unable to hold it in. "Oh my god, you’re jealous."

      "No," he replies immediately, not missing a beat, but his eyes flicker ever so slightly, betraying a hint of something deeper.

      "Yes," you say, sure of yourself now, leaning back with a teasing grin. He exhales, looking at his phone with an almost exaggerated air of disinterest.

      "Just saying," he begins, as though he’s offering some kind of wisdom, "You have a world-class footballer right here, and that’s who you repost?"

      You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward. "You want me to repost you?"

      He remains expressionless, his usual cool composure creeping back in.

      You glance at his face for a moment. Then, after a beat of thought, you unlock your phone, and with a dramatic flourish, repost a bunch of his videos.

Ryusei Shidou

      Shidou sees the repost and immediately grabs your phone.

      "The hell is this?"

      "An edit—hey, give that back!"

      He scowls at the screen. "This is what you’re into?"

      "He’s just a pretty good soccer player!"

      "Yeah? Then I’m scoring a hat trick in the next game, and you’re gonna repost an edit of me," he declares. "With better music."

      You roll your eyes. "Fine."

      He grins. "Good. Now, gimme a kiss to prove I’m still your favorite."

Michael Kaiser

      Kaiser isn’t worried.

      At least, that’s what he tells himself, until he sees the edit in your reposts. His usual arrogance wavers for just a second.

      "A Bundesliga player, huh?" he hums, recalling when Jude played for Borussia Dortmund at just seventeen years of age. He had to admit, it was really impressive.

      You nod, scrolling through your phone. "Yeah, Bellingham is insane."

      Kaiser leans in closer, whispering in your ear, "Not as insane as me, though."

      Before you can reply, he grabs your phone, deletes the repost, and replaces it with an edit of himself.

      You stare at your screen, bewildered. "Michael, did you just—"

      He smirks, kissing your cheek. "You made a mistake. Don’t worry, I fixed it for you."

      You roll your eyes. "You’re so dramatic."

      "No, no," he says smoothly, wrapping an arm around your waist. "You’re just confused about who the superior player is."

      You sigh. "Whatever you say, delulu man."

      Kaiser grins. "And yet, here you are, still in love with me."

[neeeooon]

haii!! Can I request how the bllk boys would react if reader was INSANELY good at soccer but ‘wasted their talent’ bc they never rlly found the time to play??

(characters: Isagi, Rin, Bachira, Noel, Aiku + whoever u want!!)

yess thank you for the request!!

when you “wasted” your soccer talent

bf bllk x gn!reader who play(ed)s soccer. cw: slight angst, some may be ooc

isagi yoichi

-> he’s personally offended that anyone would waste such potential, but it hurts more because it’s you

-> “i have work,” “i’m too busy today,” “you go ahead, i’ll be here when you get back.” all isagi heard were excuses. he’d seen you play. he knew how good you were

-> when he caught you watching soccer reels on your phone with a longing look in your eyes, he decided enough was enough. “okay! time to get up, y/n.” “get up where?” “to the field with me.”

-> you were hesitant and tried to back out the entire way there, but once you stepped onto the field, you felt like you were finally able to breathe freely

-> though you weren’t nearly as good as you once were, you had fun out there with your boyfriend. maybe you’d join him every now and again, for his benefit.. :)

itoshi rin

-> you didn’t make the cut for your dream team because you’d been too busy with exams to perfect your play, and it killed your passion. never mind that you got accepted into four other renounced soccer programs, if your top didn’t want you, soccer was pointless

-> and that mindset really bothered rin when you finally told him why you stopped playing

-> “why are you getting upset? you of all people know that if you aren’t the best, you’re nothing.” you didn’t mean it as an insult to him, but he still looked a bit taken aback by your words

-> shaking it off, rin tossed the soccer ball into the air as he spoke. “i want you to practice with me again. just this once.” “i don’t know…” “just once.” “… okay, fine.”

-> it wasn’t the same. you knew it, he knew it, and if anyone else was in there watching you, they knew it too. but, you felt proud of rin as you watched him score goals that would have been difficult for you, even at your best

bachira meguru

-> you stopped playing soccer when your parents asked you to help them run the family shop, and you never planned to touch a hall again until bachira stumbled into your store (and your heart)

-> practicing with him brought a small spark of the love back, but you were too rusty from the first time you quit and didn’t see a point in returning to play professionally

-> “wow, y/n! you’re improving really fast!” bachira complimented when you almost stole the ball from him dribbling feet. you waved him off, a bit embarrassed since you never used to struggle with a simple steal

-> bachira is a bit sad when he finds out that you were actually on a soccer team, a good one at that, and never told him. “i don’t play like that anymore,” you explained in a soft voice. “the only reason i’m playing at all is for you. so i can help you improve.”

-> the day he got into blue lock was one of the best of your life, even though you knew you’d never get an invite like that. you knew he could do it for the both of you

noel noa

-> you wanted to play soccer, and you were good at it, but when you were forced between sports and education, you picked your degree

-> while you don’t regret your decision, it’s bittersweet watching your boyfriend play on the television. in person. surrounded by people wearing his name on their jerseys

-> when you’re together, you try to avoid discussing soccer, since you know it’s a topic he’s still sensitive about on your behalf

-> “i don’t see why you couldn’t do both. get your degree while on a soccer scholarship.” “you know why. i’m not a person who can split my attention like that. if i focus on something, i have to give it my all.” “still.”

-> you still play with him to keep yourself active, but that’s it. you aren’t making any genius plays or straining your body to make impossible shots, and you’re okay with that, even if noel will never completely understand

oliver aiku

-> you chose to prioritize your youth over your practice time, and it bit you back when you got kicked off the team for arriving late and skipping lessons

-> oliver’s whole thing is about helping to nurture and grow a striker, and when he saw old clips of you playing, he had hopes of bringing you in to play with him. until hearing that you’d stopped years ago

-> “why don’t you try again?” he tries for the fifth time, your already thin patience crumbling. “oliver, i’m not good anymore. i stopped playing years ago. it’s not like riding a bike.” “why would you waste such talent? you could have been great.”

-> and that hurt, because you could have been. you could have been world famous if you’d continued to practice and prioritize soccer, but you didn’t. and while you don’t completely regret choosing to have fun, you wished you’d continued to play

-> “what’s done is done. i don’t want to talk soccer with you anymore.” “fine.” “fine.”

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i can still see you

( bachira meguru x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — for my new series :)

♡ content — bachira meguru x gn! reader, gn! reader, friends to lovers, established relationship, you can infer they're engaged at the end :) , mentions of bachira's demon, set before blue lock then goes to when he's playing pro soccer, made this with him being 20+ in my mind

♡ synopsis — Bachira Meguru didn’t need to be part of other people's world all those years ago. He had always been destined to make his own, and you had been with him every step of the way.

The sharp whistle of the coach’s signal echoed across the field, but it didn’t faze Bachira. He’d grown used to its bite, to the way it demanded more from him than he was allowed to give. His teammates moved like clockwork around him—predictable, synchronized, and utterly boring.

He saw opportunities they never did, tiny gaps in their defense that begged to be exploited. But no one ever passed him the ball. When he waved, calling for it, they ignored him or chose someone else.

“Stop trying to show off, Bachira,” one teammate sneered after a scrimmage. “This isn’t street soccer.”

Bachira didn’t answer. He never did. He just smiled, letting their words roll off him, though it stung more than he cared to admit.

From the bleachers, he caught sight of you, the only person who never looked at him like he didn’t belong. You sat with your chin resting on your hands, watching him intently like you always did, and when his gaze met yours, you waved.

The smile that tugged at his lips this time was real.

“You shouldn’t let them get to you, you know,” you said later, sitting cross-legged on the grass beside him. The team had long since cleared out, but Bachira lingered. He always did. It was as if he couldn’t leave the field until it felt like his, even if only for a moment.

“I’m not letting them get to me,” he replied, his voice light, but you saw the way his fingers picked at the edge of his shoelaces. “I don’t need them anyway. I’ve got my monster.”

“Your monster,” you echoed, leaning back on your palms. “What’s it saying today?”

Bachira tilted his head, like he was listening to something only he could hear. “It says I’m right. That I’m better off alone.”

You frowned. “Meguru, that’s not true.”

He shrugged, but the motion felt hollow. “Maybe it is. They don’t want me here. They think I’m weird, right? Maybe I don’t belong.”

The words were soft, quieter than he usually spoke, and they made your chest ache.

“You don’t belong with them,” you said firmly, and his head shot up to look at you. “You’re better than that.”

A laugh bubbled from his lips, and it was bright, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always say that. Better than what?”

“Better than their small minds,” you shot back. “Better than this boring little team that doesn’t know how lucky they are to have you.”

His smile faltered for the briefest moment, replaced by something softer, something almost vulnerable.

“You really think that?”

You leaned forward, your voice steady and sure. “I know that. You’re not like them, Meguru, and that’s not a bad thing. One day, someone’s going to see what makes you special. Someone besides me.”

His laugh this time was genuine. “Someone besides you? Impossible.”

You smiled, nudging his shoulder with yours. “You’ll see. And when it happens, I’ll be the first one cheering for you. Always.”

Bachira’s golden eyes sparkled under the fading sunlight, and the grin on his face stretched wide. It wasn’t the same grin he used to mask his pain—it was the kind of smile he reserved only for you.

He didn’t say anything back, but the way his shoulder lingered against yours told you everything you needed to know.

The crowd erupted as the ball sailed past the goalkeeper, slamming into the back of the net with precision and flair. Another goal for FC Barcha, courtesy of Bachira Meguru.

The stadium roared with chants of his name, the commentators losing their minds over his second goal of the night. His teammates rushed toward him, arms outstretched, ready to celebrate, but Bachira was already moving, sprinting past them all.

His golden eyes scanned the VIP section, searching, and when they landed on you, his grin widened into something radiant, something that belonged to no one else but you.

He stopped in the middle of the field, ignoring the chaos around him, and pointed at his heart with two fingers, tapping twice. Then, he turned his hand and pointed directly at you.

You stood there, hands cupped over your mouth, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes. The ring on your finger caught the stadium lights, sparkling like a star, and when you started clapping, the entire section followed your lead.

You were the first one to cheer for him—just like you always had been.

Bachira’s teammates finally caught up to him, tackling him into a celebratory hug, but his gaze stayed locked on you. Through all the noise, through all the glory of the game, there was only one person who truly mattered.

He didn’t need to be part of their world all those years ago. He had always been destined to make his own, and you had been with him every step of the way.

meguru bachira they could never make me hate you

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[miyakiwiii]

SYPNOSIS: WHEN BLUE LOCK BOYS TRY TO MAKE YOU LOVE THEM.. BY DOING LOVE AND COURTSHIP SONGS FOR YOU.

JUST PUREEEE FLUFF. GN READER!

OTOYA,BACHIRA,NAGI,ISAGI.

REMINDER! THIS IS AN HEADCANON THINGY :3

OTOYA EITA

Ong this dude will come on pure prepared.

Bro's a nepo baby ofc he has allat

He would probably know how to play the guitar

Sings all the time from what ive seen in his back story..

You were just sitting normaly in your balcony, enjoying the breeze of the fresh air that comes to overhaul your senses- untill a vibration from a... mic was heard?

You looked down, you can see who appears to be... huh, otoya eita.

"Yo' [name]." He says as the mic vibrates its way through your ears.

You were almost gonna laugh because he almost looks like kid justin bieber with that fit.

And infact... he did sing that one song from justin bieber.

After all his antics, he takes a breath and responds with-

"do you love me?' Oh how, can you deny him?

(totally not a redflag)

BACHIRA MEGURU

Bro has his monster to strum his guitar for u

Just kidding..

His voice might be actually good..

Bro's dressed up all formal for this..

He's probably prepared and his mom probably gives him support if hes nervous

HES LOWK EXCITED.

Made his own song with his monster..

His mom helped him.

Sooo silly.

You were walking with your friend in the park, it was a nice and sunny day. Chatting with your friend as you suddenly heard your name called.

"Hey [name]! I have somethin' to tell you.." it was bachira!

Your eyes looked confused because.. why was he holding a boquet of flowers and.. a guitar?

Your friend nudged you on the shoulder as they laughed looking at you from the side.

"Me and my monster made this song for you!" Thats sweet... wait what monster?

"ANNNNNNDD-" OKAY. Lets cut to the chase.

He was genuinely so sweet and he pulled you moments after he was done singing his heart and his monsters heart for you.

Did you accept it? Ofc.

But your friend was just standing like

🚹

After bachira pulled you away..

NAGI SEISHIRO

He will ZNOT even try

Reo helped him with allat and he probably had the idea and forced nagi into doing it for you.

Made him wear allat suit thingies blah blah blah..

Reo bought flowers, chocolates EVERYTHING that a girl would love just for nagi to success into getting you

Credits to reo

His voice would probably so quiet the mic cant even process it and just turns it into gush a gush of wind like: BRSHHH

You were just chilling in your couch when oh so suddenly- bam. There was a noise that felt like someone had barged in your door.

You got up slowly and went to the kitchen, getting a pan and walking slowly to the door.

You almost hit a person- wait nagi? With the pan as he stares at the pan nonchalantly(nonchalant core ka nalang sige)

Well, he gives you a basket of flowers,chocolates,etc while you just stand there looking all confused and shit like 'what?'

Oh boy, this is gonna be sooo long.

ISAGI YOICHI

Normalest one yet

Has that gentleman aura fr(even if hes not in the top 3 gentle man in bllk)

He lowk gives me that normal filipino harana vibes(oo nga kaya nga harana pangalan diba)

Has an average voice, but can sing and control his vocals pretty well

He's gonna be holding a banner that says 'WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?' Like a prom typa thingy

His mom baked cookies for u...

You were just laying down in your bed, scrolling through tiktok when your bell had rang-

"Huh, i wonder who can that be.. or is it just my mail..?" You say to yourself, standing up from your bed, going downstairs and finally... facing the door.

It was none other than....

Isagi?

"Oh hey! Uhm- [name]!" He says as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Uhh.. hey isagi, whats with the formal look?" You ask, looking up and down, observing his clothing.

"Ive been wanting to tell you this but-" he suddenly pulls out a guitar in the nearby bushes, and you were just standing akwardly while he plays-

And lets cut to the chase yet again.

"So yeah.." he suddenly pulls out a board, written on it is 'will you go out with me?' While below is a yes or no.

Your choice to accept it, jk you did accept it.

I think i have idk cheese?

[mavrintarou]

[Daddes in December] Bachira Meguru

Meguru is so daddy, tell me otherwise.

Warning: aged-up Meguru, smut

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At any given time, Meguru’s large hands are always fondling your breasts. While you’re cooking, while you’re brushing your teeth, while you’re both trying to watch a movie, and especially during sex. It was his comfort, he needed to cup your tits to sleep.

It was inevitable.

At first, you found his obsession with your breasts an annoyance. Meguru acted without any regard for filters or awareness of the consequences of his actions, doing whatever he pleased. He would forget you guys are in public and before you knew, his hand was already cupping your breast in front of your friends and or family.

After much coaching and reminding, he was able to control his urges in public.

It wasn’t until you became pregnant with his child that his obsession with your tits increased and you were able to use it to your advantage.

At seven months pregnant, your breast ached and Meguru was the only one who could massage it to your liking.

When he discovered that you began to lactate, his yellow eyes glowed. His lips latched onto a nipple and before you could stop him, he was already suckling, enjoying the liquid being extracted.

“Hmm,” he groans, switching over to the other side. His fingers tweaked at the wet puckered nipple he just abused.

The back of your hand covers your mouth but it doesn’t muffle the moan escaping. Your libido has increased tremendously with your pregnancy and Meguru assisted to the best of his abilities every time.

“Megu –“ you cried out, cumming from the mere suckling of his mouth. “Wait… no –“

His hand tugged at your maternity pants, the damp wetness on your panties had him grinning from ear to ear. “You came just from me suckling? Dirty girl.” He licks the corner of his mouth, licking away the breast milk that smeared all over his face. His finger dipped into your pussy, making you moan.

“Please… Megu… your cock… just your cock… fill me…”

“Yes, my love, anything you want.” He tugged his joggers down enough to free his cock and pulls you up to straddle his thighs. With your bulging belly in the way, he guides you to settle onto his cock, filling you exactly how you wanted.

His breath shakes as he chuckles, pressing his forehead against your chest. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock. So perfect… I can just stay inside of you all day.”

“Meguru… need you to massage my breasts…” you begged, watching the tips of your nipples leaking with beads of milky fluid.

“Ah, yes… sorry love, I got distracted.” He reached for your breasts, squeezing them and flinching when they squirt at his shirt. “Woah!” he squeezed again, amazed.

You leaned back, rolling your hips slightly. “Yes – that feels amazing.”

Meguru’s grip on your breast tightens as he thrusts upward, rocking deep into you. “Ah – Y/n…” he collapses back onto the couch, groaning as he fills your pussy. “Love cumming inside you…” He stares at your chest, “is it normal for you to produce milk already?”

“Yes, I’m getting closer to the end of the pregnancy, my body is preparing for the baby.”

Meguru pouted, “so I have to share?”

.

It was futile.

You just go about your business as you nurse your daughter on your left breast and Meguru on your right.

. . .

E/n: short but nasty lol

>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[nogenderbee]

Boyfriend headcanons with reo, chigiri, and bachira maybe??

Sure! Sorry for this being a bit short but I hope you'll like it either way!

Bachira, Chigiri, Reo boyfriend headcanons

TagList: @miya-akane

⊱ bf!Bachira who will bother you at random moments just because he wanted a bit of your attention or affection

⊱ bf!Bachira who's literally acting like you child more than actual partner

⊱ bf!Bachira who instead of handing you small gifts or something you asked for will throw it after yelling "catch!"

⊱ bf!Bachira who'll take you on random and unexpected dates

⊱ bf!Bachira who always has arm wrapped around your neck or waist whenever you're in public

⊱ bf!Bachira who won't hesitate to scream "THEY'RE MINE" if someone tries to flirt with you

⊱ bf!Bachira who'll drag you out of bed early just because he wants to spend as much time with you as he can

⊱ bf!Bachira who'll tell you how his monster thinks you're absolutely perfect for each other

⊱ bf!Chigiri who brings you flowers at least once a week

⊱ bf!Chigiri who'll lend you his hoodie or jacket whenever he sees you shivering

⊱ bf!Chigiri who you can share your morning and night routine with

⊱ bf!Chigiri who always opens the door for you

⊱ bf!Chigiri who'll do both of your hairs in the morning and he always does it aesthetically and with care

⊱ bf!Chigiri who has at least one matching outfits with you

⊱ bf!Chigiri who splits pinkies with you whenever you two are in public but he doesn't want to be too force too much PDA on you

⊱ bf!Chigiri who'll let you paint his nails, especially if the two of you will have som kind of matching like that

⊱ bf!Chigiri who gives you the best outfit recommendation before any ocassion or even dates!

⊱ bf!Reo who'll give you expensive gifts and act as if they're nothing compared to all the love you're giving him

⊱ bf!Reo who always puts you above everything else

⊱ bf!Reo who'll be clingy on early mornings, wanting to cuddle for just a bit longer

⊱ bf!Reo who splits your fingers together whenever you're holding hands

⊱ bf!Reo who'll treat you like a royalty to show how much respect and love he has for you

⊱ bf!Reo who adores hugging you from behind while you do your hair, makeup or cook

⊱ bf!Reo who's sucker for kisses on the back of your hand

⊱ bf!Reo who'll gladly dance with you, even in the rain if it's for short time and you won't get sick

⊱ bf!Reo who's smile never fades away when he's around you

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[batsinbars]

Happy birthday to these two

[moonartemisia]

Sweet little bumblebee :3

[dreamlessimp]

— 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.

[okkalo]

dating bachira would involve him poking at a new bruise you have every time he sees you. doesn’t matter how purple or big your bruise is and he sure doesn’t care where he has to do it. you’ve learned to try to run or put up a fight, but that really only excites the male as he easily catches up and avoids your hits. stay safe out there bachira lovers 😔

[somnianyx]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — bachira meguru x gn!reader

| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: bachira's last words engrave itself into your mind.

| 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: character death, established relationship, mention of food once, arguments, using Japanese honorifics (chan) bc I can't imagine bachira not doing that, not proofread

| 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: lana wants to know his last words.

Do you wanna know what Bachira's last words to you are?

Years of memories, years of love with disagreements here and there but all was resolved before going to bed. Cuddles and apologies exchanged to make up for the heated argument and mean comments that you both never meant.

Not this time. After all, how were you supposed to make up with a dead person?

It was just another silly argument. You never meant for it to escalate this far. You can't even remember what's it about because of how dumb it was.

"I hate you (Y/N)-chan! You're the worst! I wish I had taken that opportunity instead of being stuck in Japan with you!" Meguru fumed, grabbing his keys and jacket.

"Oh yeah?! I didn't tell you to reject them, did I?! Not my fault you were dumb!" You managed to let out before Meguru stormed off, slamming the front door of your apartment.

If you knew that'll be the last time you saw him, would you still be able to utter those words? Or would you chase after him, apologising for whatever you were arguing about and begged him to stay?

Everything feels so unreal. It feels just like yesterday that he was sitting at your table, waiting patiently for you with a cup of your favourite beverage and a hot cocoa for him, greeting you home like you're married and he's your cute househusband.

*"(Y/N)-chan! Welcome home!" He chirps, giving you a peck before taking your work bag from you and placing it on the nearest tabletop.

You pulled him in a hug, inhaling his scent like you hadn't seen each other in weeks. "I missed you, Meguru. How was practice?"*

And that's how you've always had your daily routine. Talking about each other's day while eating dinner together was how you spent your afternoon. How you thought it will always be for years to come.

Now here you are, putting a bouquet of his favourite flower in front of this stupid stone with his name etched on it. No way to amend for the words you said nor the glares you've given, living with the fact that he died on his way home with your favourite food and flowers to apologize even if it wasn't his fault.

"I hate you (Y/N)-chan! You're the worst! I wish I had taken that opportunity instead of being stuck in Japan with you!"

Does he really think so? You wonder if after all these times, he regretted not chasing his dream because of you. Were you some sort of iron weight chaining him down from his full potential to becoming the best dribbler in the world? Should you have let him go instead of being selfish?

You don't know.

That's what made it scarier.

You have the rest of your life to think about it because his words are stuck in your head, a constant reminder that it's your fault he didn't pursue his dreams, that it's because of a silly argument you started that he died.

He deserves so much more... yet you were ungrateful, taking your lover's presence for granted when many others would kill to be in your shoes.

Bachira Meguru was so sweet that it seems to be only right he leaves you haunted by his last words.

[eclipixels]

😭 hey i read your isagi works and found it quite humorous if u dont mind can i request smth like if u have seen horimiya s1 u saw how hori was into miyamura becoming rude towards her and she liked it lol kinda weird but like can u pls make smth like that but with the soft characters like isagi, bachira, yukimiya (my bae could never but pls include him) and kunigami plsssssssss

Pathetic

Character: Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Kenyu Yukimiya, Rensuke Kunigami

Content: How they react to overhearing you on the phone saying, “He is sweet, so sweet. But I don’t know, sometimes when he gets a little mean, it’s kinda hot”

Warnings: Slight masochism, ooc

     Yoichi Isagi

      His face flushed with heat as he absorbed your words. He knew you relished those moments when he took control and was a little mean. Did you crave even more of that commanding presence? It seemed like there was no harm in exploring further.

      That very day marked the beginning of a gentle experiment. The two of you were nestled on the couch, absorbed in a lively session of FIFA 23. You found yourself underperforming spectacularly, selling so much so that you began to wonder what was happening to your usual skills. Embarrassment crept in as you noticed your consistently poor performance.

      "Y/n, why do you actually suck at this?" he deadpanned.

      "Huh?" you responded, caught off guard by the blunt remark.

      "A potato can play this better," he added with a casual shrug, his honesty cutting through the playful banter.

      "Babe, what the hell," you muttered, a mix of frustration and amusement in your tone.

      "I'm just being honest," he insisted, his expression unrepentant yet mischievous.

      A curious flutter stirred in your stomach.

      Later in the day, he called out to you, inviting you to join him for an activity. Feeling a bit languid, you initially dismissed his call, silently daring him to maintain that teasing attitude.

      "Y/n, don't make me come over," he said, his voice laced with both challenge and amusement. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his persistent frustration. You heard his footsteps as he came to where you were.

      "The fuck is wrong with you? Don't you hear me calling for you?" he barked, his gaze sharp and tinged with anger. You fell silent under his intense stare. With a shake of his head, he strode over and, without warning, manhandled you back to the bedroom with a firm grip.

      "Brat," he muttered, a mixture of exasperation and affection in his tone. “Listen and do as you're told," He growled, and you couldn’t help the squeal you let out as he threw you onto the bed.

      “Make me, pretty boy.” You teased, hoping he’d take it further and he was about to, but he faltered once he saw your happy cute face. How could he be mean to that?

      “Noooo, come back.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him in.

      “I feel bad.” He slouched onto you, hiding his face in your chest. He couldn’t keep it up for even a day.

     Meguru Bachira

      Bachira had always been a little devil in his own right—a whirlwind of playful mischief and irreverence—but when it came to you, he softened into something entirely different. To him, you were his cherished honey bee, the one soul who had managed to capture his elusive heart. In a world that seldom understood him, you were the singular beacon of warmth and acceptance in his life.

      Every afternoon, you would watch him practice, your eyes filled with admiration and a longing to be a part of his world. Slowly, Bachira began to teach you the subtleties of the game. The art of a well-timed pass, the perfect angle for a shot, and the dance of footwork that made him seem almost untouchable. Though you improved with every lesson, you never quite reached his effortless level of mastery.

      Bachira was not one to wound feelings or cast harsh words at you for it, though. So when he overheard snippets of your conversation with a friend, confusion crept into his usually confident demeanor. How could someone ever enjoy being treated unkindly? After all, he had experienced his own share of judgment and odd looks from those who failed to see beyond the surface. The thought of inflicting that same cold treatment on you, his precious honey bee, was unthinkable.

      “Meg, can you teach me?” You asked, walking up to him as he was dribbling on the field.

      “Sure, hun.” He smiled. Okay he was already failing at this, but how could he resist you when you asked so sweetly?

      "Come on, I know you can do better than that," he said, watching as you missed the mark with your kick.

      "I don't know, Meguru," you muttered, frowning.

      "Pathetic," he remarked, and you shot him a surprised look. Wait, why did that kinda…?

      "I know you can do better, so stop acting like you can't," he added, his frown deepening.

      You adjusted your footwork, trying again with a more precise angle.

      "Again," he said, his tone firm. You raised an eyebrow, confused. "Don’t make me repeat myself, wasp."

      You nodded, following his lead, though a strange feeling tugged at his chest. He couldn't deny that part of him enjoyed pushing you, even if the other part felt a twinge of guilt. His monster ego versus his guilty conscience.

      That wasn’t all, though.

      As you strolled casually past him later that day, his hand darted out unexpectedly. He slapped you. On your ass, of course. He thought it was the most fitting spot for such an unconventional gesture. The sound echoed softly in the space between you, and you yelped in surprise. Spinning around, your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and undeniable delight, your cheeks blooming into a blush.

      Bachira, ever perceptive, studied your reaction. In that split second, as your surprise melted into a spark of excitement, his signature grin began to spread across his face.

      “Meg…” you whispered, your voice a blend of desire and joy.

      He tilted his head with a playful arch of his brow. “Yes, hun?” he replied, his tone light yet loaded with an unspoken promise.

      “That was hot,” you confessed.

     Kenyu Yukimiya

      Yukimiya had always been the calm and collected one. He had overheard your phone call earlier with your friend and wasn’t planning to do anything about it. But tonight, he was in a mood, one that didn't quite align with his usual demeanor. You could tell by the way he was glaring at you across the room. So, he didn’t quite feel as bad as he would’ve for the way he was about to treat you.

      It started innocently enough, with you attempting to cheer him up with some snacks from the convenient store. You set the bag down in front of him.

      "What’s this?"

      Your heart sank a little, but you bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. "I... I thought you'd like it."

      “I do, but I was kind of expecting a meal.” Yukimiya muttered, shoving the bag aside. He stood up, towering over you, his gaze hard and unfeeling.

      You shivered at the sting in his words, feeling a rush of excitement flood through you. You knew what kind of mood he was in now—he was in one of his dominant, mean-spirited phases. And, much to your surprise, it made your heart race.

      "Kenyu..." you whispered, unable to suppress the thrill coursing through your veins.

      "What?" His voice was cold, and his eyes were sharp as he glared at you.

      "You’re not mad at me, are you?" you asked softly, your voice shaking with anticipation.

      “No, I just–” He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples before continuing, “I’m frustrated.”

      “Can I help?” You looked up at him all innocently.

      “I just wanna be left alone.” He grumbled.

      “Are you sure? I can make you—”

      “Did you not hear what I said?” He raised his voice a little, surprising you both. He was about to apologize but he saw the look on your face. You were liking this?

      You swallowed hard, but your pulse quickened. The more he acted like this, the more your body responded. You were into it, the way he could reduce you to nothing more than a trembling mess with just his words, the way he could make you feel both desperate and satisfied at the same time.

      Yukimiya froze, his breath catching in his chest as the reality of the moment hit him. What was he doing? His gaze softened, as he realized what this was between you two. He exhaled slowly.

      “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he looked at you, regret written across his face.

      “No, no, it’s fine, Kenyu,” you reassured him, stepping closer. “Really. You can take your frustration out on me if you need to.”

      He blinked, clearly caught off guard by your response. “A-are you sure?” His eyes flickered between uncertainty and something deeper, something darker. He hadn’t really thought about that as an option.

      You nodded, a soft smile curving your lips as you met his gaze. “I’m sure. I want you to. Just... let go. Whatever you're feeling, take it out on me.”

      Kenyu took a step forward, his hand lifting as if to touch you, but he hesitated again. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.

      “You won’t,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the thrill running through your veins. “I trust you.”

      He let out a shaky breath, clearly struggling with the conflict inside him. After a long pause, his eyes darkened with something unreadable. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he gently gripped your wrist, pulling you toward him.

      “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered

     Rensuke Kunigami

      Rensuke Kunigami was a man of discipline. He didn’t believe in playing games, and he definitely didn’t waste time on things that didn’t serve a purpose. So when he overheard you on the phone, he didn’t overthink it.

      If that’s what you wanted, he’d deliver.

      But he wasn’t going to fake it, and he definitely wasn’t going to coddle you afterward. Kunigami didn’t do things halfway.

      The shift in his behavior was subtle at first. You noticed it when you were out together, when he stopped softening his words for you.

      “Y/n, stop dragging your feet,” he muttered one afternoon as you strolled beside him, struggling to keep up with his pace.

      “I’m not dragging my feet,” you shot back, slightly out of breath.

      Kunigami barely spared you a glance. “Then why are you so damn slow?”

      Your stomach fluttered at the bluntness of his tone. He had never spoken to you like that before. You bit your lip, resisting the urge to grin.

      Later, at home, it escalated. You were sprawled on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through your phone while he stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest.

      “You’re wasting time,” he said flatly.

      You blinked up at him. “What?”

      “I’ve been calling you for the last five minutes. Get up.”

      You hesitated, testing the waters. “Or what?”

      Kunigami exhaled through his nose, then strode over to where you lay. Without another word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you upright with zero effort, dragging you toward the bedroom.

      "Hey!" you yelped, but the rush of excitement shot through you before you could think twice about it.

      He didn’t slow down. “I don’t like repeating myself,” he said simply, his grip firm but controlled. “Next time, move when I tell you to.”

      Your heart was racing now, and you didn’t fight him. You liked this side of him. Kunigami had always been intense, but he had never turned that intensity on you. And now that he had, you felt like you were standing too close to a flame, burning up in the best way possible.

      “M’sorry, Ren.” You responded, and Kunigami melted at your look. Did he go too far?

      Kunigami studied you for a moment, his sharp golden eyes taking in every detail. The way your breath hitched, the way you looked up at him, expectant and eager. He exhaled through his nose again, shaking his head slightly. All of his guilt washed away from your reaction.

      “Yeah whatever. Shut up and do as you’re told.”

      And who were you to disobey?

[hinagarasu]

Blue Lock Arabian Version ✨

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° no, nothing good starts

♡ a/n — for my new F1 x Bllk series !

♡ word count — 1k

♡ content — bachira meguru x fem! reader, PR manager! reader, F1 racer! bachira, no established relationship, bachira is crazy, mentions of a car crash, reader slowly liking bachira, mentions of drinking (kinda) , bachira is a menace and loves bothering reader

♡ synopsis — Meguru Bachira was known for one thing in the F1 world, his insanity. You just hoped you could hold onto your own when living with him.

Bachira Meguru was chaos wrapped in charm.

His driving style was infamous in the world of Formula 1—wild, unorthodox, and borderline dangerous. Where others played it safe, he took every risk imaginable. He was the kind of driver who kept engineers up at night, wringing their hands over the longevity of car parts. Fans loved him for his unpredictability, but team managers hated him for the same reason. And now, thanks to his growing reputation for off-track antics, you had been saddled with the impossible task of taming him.

Your official title was PR Manager, but your actual job was more like a glorified babysitter. You’d been assigned to Bachira after an incident involving an unauthorized rooftop party in Monaco, complete with fireworks, which ended with him being escorted out by police.

The FIA had been furious.

The team had been livid.

And you? You were just trying to survive.

You met him on a Thursday afternoon, standing outside the team’s garage. He greeted you with a grin so wide it made your cheeks hurt just looking at it.

“Ohhh, you must be [Name]!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing on his feet. “They told me I was getting a PR babysitter. You’re cuter than I expected.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, refusing to rise to his bait. “I’m here to make sure you don’t singlehandedly ruin this team’s reputation. Let’s keep the compliments to a minimum, shall we?”

He gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “So cold! I like you already.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. This was going to be a long season.

For the first week, he tested every boundary you set.

He snuck out of meetings, ignored curfews, and somehow managed to get himself banned from an entire bar in Barcelona after an incident involving a mechanical bull. You spent more time cleaning up his messes than actually managing his public image.

And then there were the nights.

Bachira was a nocturnal creature, disappearing after dinner only to resurface hours later with stories of his latest escapades. You’d find him perched on rooftops, wandering city streets, or, on one memorable occasion, attempting to start a drum circle with strangers in the park.

“You’re impossible,” you told him one night, dragging him back to the hotel after finding him trying to climb a lamppost.

He just laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “And you love it.”

Race day in Spa-Francorchamps was a nightmare.

The infamous Belgian track was wet from an earlier rainstorm, the slick surface making the already dangerous circuit even more treacherous. Everyone was on edge—the drivers, the engineers, the fans.

Everyone except Bachira.

He was practically vibrating with excitement as he climbed into his car, flashing you a grin through the visor of his helmet. “Don’t worry, [Name],” he said over the radio. “I’ll put on a good show for you.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” you muttered, watching as he pulled out of the garage.

The race started smoothly enough, but it didn’t take long for things to spiral. Bachira’s car darted through the pack like a predator hunting prey, taking corners at impossible angles and threading the needle between rival cars.

Your heart was in your throat as you watched him move into P4, his sights clearly set on the three cars ahead of him.

“Meguru, slow down,” you said into the headset, your voice tight with worry. “The track’s dangerous, and you’re pushing too hard.”

“Pushing is the fun part,” he replied, his tone light and teasing.

“Meguru, I’m serious,” you pressed. “Wait for an opening. Don’t force it.”

But he wasn’t listening.

You watched in horror as he tried to squeeze his car into a gap that didn’t exist, the tires screeching as he fought for control. And then, in an instant, it all went wrong.

The back end of his car clipped another, sending him spinning off the track and into the gravel. The sound of crunching metal filled your ears, followed by static as the radio cut out.

Your heart stopped.

“Meguru?” you said, your voice shaking. “Are you okay?”

For a moment, there was nothing. Then, through the crackling static, you heard it: laughter.

“Meguru!” you snapped, equal parts furious and terrified. “Answer me!”

“That was awesome!” he said, his voice crackling through the headset. “Did you see that drift?”

Your knees nearly buckled with relief, but it was quickly replaced by anger. “Awesome?! You could’ve been seriously hurt, you idiot!”

“Eh, I’m fine,” he said, still laughing. “A little gravel never hurt anyone.”

You ripped off the headset, turning away from the pit wall as your hands shook. He was fine, but you weren’t sure you’d survive working with him.

Later that night, you found him sprawled on the couch in your shared hotel suite, completely unbothered.

“Hey, [Name],” he said, waving at you with a chip in hand. “Want some?”

You stared at him, your anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Do you have any idea how close you came to disaster today?”

He shrugged, popping another chip into his mouth. “Close, but not quite.”

“That’s not the point!” you snapped, storming over to him. “You scared the hell out of me, Meguru!”

His grin faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer. “You were scared for me?”

“Of course I was scared for you, you maniac!” you shouted, throwing your hands up. “You could’ve died out there, and you’re sitting here eating chips like it’s no big deal!”

He sat up, tilting his head as he studied you. “You’re cute when you’re worried, you know that?”

“Meguru, I’m serious!”

“I know,” he said, his voice softer now. “And I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You sighed, sitting down beside him. “You can’t keep doing this, Meguru. One of these days, you’re not going to walk away from a crash, and then what?”

He leaned back, his grin returning. “Then I guess I’ll have to haunt you.”

You glared at him, but he just laughed, the sound warm and infectious. Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, leaning back against the couch.

“And you love it,” he teased, nudging you with his elbow.

You rolled your eyes, but deep down, you knew he was right.

idk what happened recently but i hate everything i write, hope this was still good :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[miyakiwiii]

BACHIRA HC'S

Girl.. he probably colored his hair with markers when he was a child..

Thats why he has piss hair now

Likes bees and ducks

Doesnt know what dolphins actually do 😢

He has a lot of spelling mistakes when typing.

Is the type to watch slime asmr videos

Is also the type to fall for the fake robux lives

He probably spams his roblox username

Just to get free robux..

Likes to eat lemon,Raw,WITH THE SKIN ON IT?😨

Doesnt know how to spell 'gorgeous'

Relationship hc's

Both big and small spoon.

Likes attention

"Hey (name)... give me attention, do that laterrrr!"

Would give you those ring pops and say

"Will you marry me?" Please accept the ring pop.

Aquarium and picnic dates (he almost got stung by a bee)

Would show pda 24/7 (only hand holding,cheek kissing, hugging, also lip pecks )

Would chat you goodmorning everyday

Likes to pull s/o around

"Hey! Hey! Look at that"

Please get him what he wants.

Physical touch lover :3

Ps: @sanestakaashistan i MAEK IT AMAJNA

[seivsite]

CROSSOVER ft my children

tags. none just look at them bonding my lil pupus bubus omfg im gonna sob (LMFAO THIS IS A JOKE POST BUT STILL)