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meguruo · 1 month ago

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◠◠ᩧ◠ ᩙᩙ 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮

bachira meguru x f!reader. sfw — fluff. established relationship ﾉ arcade date & claw machines ﾉ reader is a tad bit childish ? ^o^ ﾉ ‘princess’ is used as a petname ♥︎ ﾉ not proofread !!

soft pop music drifts from the speakers above, the upbeat tempo a jovial accompaniment to the whirring and beeping that permeates the space. neon lights and flashing screens are incessant, their luminosity bright enough to burn the afterimage of their shapes into the back of your eyelids.

it’s a complete sensory overload, yet somehow, bachira manages to take it all in stride, his attention shifting from one distraction to the next, never settling on a particular amusement for too long.

like a pinball, he bounces from machine to machine, his hands flitting across the controls with practiced ease, his movements almost a blur. he has the rhythm down to a science, the beat ingrained into the very fiber of his being, the melody as natural to him as breathing.

your own performance, however, leaves much to be desired. the coordination required to take a new stuffed friend home is one you seem to lack, the metal claw gulping at thin air and spitting it out with a resounding clink.

a pout tugs at the corners of your mouth, your bottom lip jutting out in a pronounced scowl, your eyebrows creased. youhuff, blowing the loose strands of hair that have fallen over your face, a futile attempt at a show of defiance.

it fails, and your cheeks puff up, the frustration mounting. you glare at the machine, willing the stuffed animal to fall into the receptacle, a last ditch effort at telekinesis.

the toy doesn't budge.

the sound of bachira's laughter has you glancing towards the young man.

he’s doubled over, clutching at his sides as bouts of laughter rock through his entire body. the amusement in his expression is palpable, yet it lacks any condescension. instead, there is a benignity in the creases of his eyes and the upturning of his lips, an endearment that speaks softly to your very soul.

you cross your arms and look away, nonetheless.

you've been caught, and the humiliation burns your cheeks, a flush blooming across your face. you're grateful for the dim lighting, the darkness providing a shroud for your shame.

but the heat is quickly dispelled, the warmth replaced with a different kind.

the weight of a palm on your head, ruffling the strands, has you turning back to your companion.

he's crouched next to you, his other hand placed atop your own. the gesture is meant to be reassuring, and it succeeds in calming your vexation. the tension dissipates from your frame, the rigidity draining out of you like water through a sieve.

your eyes flitter to the many adorable prizes that fill the shelf behind the glass, and a forlorn sigh leaves your lips, the dejection palpable.

it seems unlikely, now, that you'll be able to take any of them home.

you're about to tell bachira so when his hand is in front of your face, a shiny token dangling between his fingers— the key to a new chance.

“need a boost? i'll help you win this time, i promise!! you just gotta tell me which one you want. and maybe ask for some tips from an expert~"

a smile stretches across his lips, a brilliant grin that could put the stars to shame— bright enough to make the sun seem a bleak shadow, a wilting moonbeam.

it's a dazzling sight, and you feel yourself melting, the sweetness of his countenance as potent as a shot of straight sugar, his charisma a confectionery too potent for the human palate.

a blush blooms anew across the bridge of your nose, the rosy tinge creeping onto the apple of your cheeks; the redness is the telltale sign of your heart's susceptibility, its vulnerability to the boy’s charm.

it's impossible not to be swept away by him, and so you concede, your fingers curling around the offered item, the ridges of its surface imprinting themselves into your palm.

your finger extends, pointing towards a particularly noteworthy prize - a massive stuffed dog, taking up centre stage. the toy's face, although somewhat comically lopsided, is undeniably endearing, its floppy ears resembling the weeping willow branches, their drooping form gently swaying in an unseen breeze. a mix of fluffy browns and whites cover its soft form, with its mouth parted to reveal the tip of a charming pink tongue. in that moment, there was no doubt— you needed to give it a new habitat.

your gaze shifts from the prize to the young man. his own is fixed on the stuffed animal, and there's a thoughtful expression on his face, a seriousness that seems out of place.

you tilt your head, a silent question, and his lips quirk upward.

"yeah, yeah, i'll get it for ya!" he winks. "just gotta give me a sec, and then, bam! it'll be yours. promise!"

he lets you do the honours of feeding the machine, and you drop the token into the slot, the coin clinking and rattling as it falls down the chute.

the circular buttons glow under his fingertips, the bright hues reflected in his eyes, a myriad of colours dancing in their depths. the display flashes, the score ticking upwards with each movement, the numbers climbing steadily towards the goal.

with a few quick jabs, the claw descends, its trajectory aimed squarely at the center of the shelf, its jaws opening wide—and closing over the edge of the plush's ear.

it teeters precariously on the rim, the stuffing precariously balancing its mass, its body swaying this way and that, a seesaw ride that threatens to send the toy toppling off the ledge.

you nervously bounce on your heels, your eyes sparkling, hope filling the cavity of your chest.

with a delighted squeal that rang like chimes, you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck in a gesture of boundless joy. the force of your embrace caused him to stagger momentarily, before he regained his footing and placed his hands on the small of your back.

his chuckle, like a mellifluous melody on piano keys, echoed in your ears, and you found yourself unable to resist joining in, lost in the sweet tune of your shared laughter.

he helps you retrieve the stuffed toy, its mass almost as big as you are. the monolith engulfed you in its embrace, almost consuming you whole as you hugged it to your chest, the softness of the plush fabric a welcome weight, its velvety smoothness soothing against your cheek.

“thank you, bee!! i love him!! i love him so much, he's the best— you're the best! i don't know what i'd do without you!!"

your exclamation is muffled against the fabric, the syllables garbled by the thick fur, and he has to lean in to decipher what you've said, but you know that he's heard you when his lips aim straight for the corner of your own.

it’s over before you can react, but the sensation lingers, his warmth lingering on your skin, a phantom imprint that refuses to fade.

"i love you too, princess.”

he says it with such sincerity, the words as earnest as a declaration of loyalty, his devotion shining through, his feelings transparent.

"now, whatcha gonna name him?”

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meguruo · 2 months ago

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hallo and welcome, new friend !! its a pleasure to make your acquaintance >ᴗ< please do take your time to thoroughly peruse these here guidelines ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚

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◜ i do not entertain requests for specific content; they will be promptly discarded upon receipt.. however !! if you are inclined to share your adorable musings about the characters and fandoms i focus on, you’re more than welcome to do so !!

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◜ i firmly abstain from crafting narratives of an explicit nature ( nsfw ). while i understand the appeal of such content for some, the very essence of my writing is one of purity and wholesome emotions !! more so, me being a minor further reinforces the idea that producing such content is not only not my preference, but also inappropriate in my current age. please do not cross the line between healthy creative expression and content that is not suitable for young artists.

that’s not to say though, that i hold something against those who write nsfw !! everyone is free to express themselves through their craft as they wish ♥︎

◜ i take great pride in my creative endeavors, and thus firmly prohibit any form of plagiarism in relation to my works !! it is not only a matter of respecting the efforts i put into crafting my stories, but also acknowledging the importance of originality and authenticity in artistic expression (ㅅ´ ˘ `) plagiarism not only undermines the integrity of the creator’s work, but it also denies them proper credit for their ideas and hard work !!

please do not plagiarise me, or other creators here !!

◜ my fanfics are delicately crafted to resonate with the hyper feminine readers, embracing a style and content that may not align with preferences leaning towards stronger, more masculine elements. if my stories don’t spark your interest due to their focus on female-oriented!reader, that is perfectly alright !! there is a multitude of amazing fanfics out there that may cater more to your tastes !

◜ i am an unhurried writer, taking pleasure in crafting my stories at a pace that suits my creative process. while it might be tempting to inquire about the timing of my upcoming fics, i kindly request patience and understanding. rushing the process only hampers the quality of my work, (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ) …. and my creative spirit thrives best when i work according to my own timetable ! i think !!!

◜ my intention is to create a positive and respectful environment for everyone. hence, i will not engage with rude, inappropriate, or otherwise unpleasant queries or discussions. while creative expression may take many forms, it is crucial to maintain a sense of decorum and basic decency in our interactions.

i believe in fostering a space where all participants can express themselves freely without fear of being subjected to negative discourse. let’s all be one happy family in peace and understanding ! ☮️🙆‍♀️

◜ if you wish to break the mutual, kindly consider a hard block to clearly signify this break !! a soft block, on the other hand, might leave me under the impression that we remain part of each other's circles, thereby potentially causing confusion or misunderstanding.. && i wouldn’t want to make anybody uncomfortable !!!

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