⠀ ♡゙ ׂ 𓏸⠀ 🦢 ／ " ay man, this looks pretty good man— where yo clothes at? "
strike one ／ the shirt
You were lounging on the bed, flipping through a magazine, when the bathroom door opened. There stood Bachira, beaming and currently shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He pounced on you, peppering you with kisses while still wet. You yelped, "Meguru! Put on a shirt!"
He pouts, "Fineee. Yes, ma'am." He reluctantly pulls away, digging through his closet for a shirt. He puts on the first one he finds, tackles you onto the bed, wraps you in his arms, and giggles.
You let him this time.
strike two ／ the pants
The second time it happens, he's walking around the apartment in only his underwear (Calvin Klein boxers), whistling a jolly tune while searching for cereal. You scowl, "Meguru, pants on."
"Aww, but come on!"
"Now."
He pouts again, groaning like a child, but drags his feet to the room to comply with your demands.
He slips on some grey sweatpants, then walks over to you.
"Happy?"
"Yes." You ruffle his hair, and in return, he carries you in his arms, bridal style, while spinning you around at a concerning speed.
"AHHH, MEGURU PUT ME DOWN!"
strike three ／ everything
The third time it happens, you've had enough.
You're in the living room, watching a movie, when Bachira skips around the house butt-ass naked like a really cheerful toddler. You screech, "BACHIRA MEGURU I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"
He tries to defend himself as you throw a pillow at him. "The monster told me to do it! Besides, it's nothing you've never seen before!"
Your eye twitches as you slowly say, "Isagi is coming over in 5 minutes."
"He's what!?" Bachira's eyes widen as he squeezes the pillow.
"I invited him over for dinner. If he comes to this apartment and you're still not dressed, so help me, Bachira Meguru, I will—"
He doesn't wait to hear the end of that statement and sprints to the room, albeit whining, to get some clothes before he completely wrecks his relationship with you.
a/n : yknow bachira is kinda pompompurin because they both like being naked
how the blue lock boyfriends react when you don't say 'i love you' back
pairings: itoshi sae, mikage reo, bachira meguru x gn!reader | warnings: established relationship, fluff, lovesick boys
notes: hi this is my proof of life!! had reo's part on my draft and since i really wanted to write something for bllk i did for the others as well - also bachira debut, yay! hope he's not too ooc ♥ also thank you for 3k, love you all!
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Itoshi Sae
your stoic boyfriend was rarely ever fazed by anything. he was like a blank picture and the perfect representation of someone in control of every one of their emotions. it could get pretty annoying, actually, since you were a cheeky thing by nature and you wished your shenanigans would rattle him at least just once.
they didn’t. but you never stopped trying anyway. after all, how amazing would it be to crack itoshi sae’s calm indifference? you just couldn’t resist pushing his buttons.
“i’m heading to practice now,” sae’s voice takes you from your thoughts. he’s already clad in his practice clothes while you’re curled in your bed reading a book.
“sure. have a good practice.”
step 1: don’t use pet names.
sae arches a brow in that infuriating calmness, but says nothing. he slings his duffle bag over his shoulder and puts his hands on his jacket pockets, looking at you blankly.
“i’ll be back before dinner,” he says.
step 2: don’t make a big deal of his company.
“okay, see ya.”
you hold back a snort as you see the faintest furrow of his brow, gone in an instant. “...okay then. Love you, bye.”
step 3: don’t say ‘i love you’ back.
“bye, sae.”
your boyfriend gets off the bedroom. you hear his footsteps towards the exit. the sound of the door opening. then, more footsteps coming back.
“okay, let’s go out for dinner then,” he sounds a bit frustrated as he pokes his head inside the room, and now you can see the frown on his pretty face. you hum in faux disinterest.
“if you want to,” you dismiss, pretending to focus on your book.
sae scowls. he opens the bedroom door and steps inside again, crossing his arms. “que pasá.” it’s supposed to be a question, though it sounds more like a demand.
you raise your gaze. “hm? what do you mean?”
“don’t play dumb. why are you being weird?”
you hold your laughter and make your best blasé expression. “i’m normal, sae.”
“no, you’re not. you’re not even calling me cariño or mi vida!” he blurts in indignation, and you have to use all your strength not to burst out laughing.
“oh. sorry, corazón.”
“don’t— you can’t say it like it’s an obligation! it has to be because you love me, which you clearly don’t anymore since you didn’t even say it back!”
at his rare outburst, you can’t help yourself anymore, and you break into a fit of very amused giggles that just make him more irritated. “stop laughing. this is serious—”
“mi amor,” you cut him off amongst your laughter. “it’s really not that deep, baby. i was just messing with you.”
sae gives you a betrayed glare that could melt steel, though you know it’s more embarrassed than angry at this point, which just makes you laugh more. he has the cutest, grumpiest pout on his lips, and you can’t help but leave your book aside and crawl on the mattress until you reach him and hold his face between your hands.
“you’re so cute when you care,” you say in fond teasing, leaning to peck his lips. sae grunts like he actively wants to crawl in a hole and die.
“you’re a fucking menace,” it’s all he says in return. but his arms snake around your waist anyways, holding you just a bit tighter than usual. “don’t pull shit like that on me.”
you grin like the cat who got the cream. “awww, why’s that? you got scared, amor?”
he clicks his tongue. “tch. don’t be ridiculous.”
you giggle a little more. sae’s eyes soften a little, just like they always do for you, and he pulls you close until your bodies are flush against each other. you stop laughing when he presses a kiss on your temple.
“te amo, cariño.”
and even though managing to rattle him is peak fun, nothing compares to his tender moments of vulnerability. you can’t help but smile gently and wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling against the skin of his neck.
“también te amo, sae. always.”
Mikage Reo
playing with your boyfriend’s heartstrings was one of your favorite hobbies. you thought it was fun to see mikage reo, heir to the mikage corporation and a hotshot soccer player, whine and pout whenever you pulled some prank on him.
you were certain this time wouldn’t be different, especially considering the prank involved the three sacred words of “i love you” that reo said and nearly demanded every hour of the day to function properly. how would he react if you didn’t say it back?
you were going to find out.
while reo was finishing putting on his expensive watch, ready to go to a meeting, you laid in the couch of your shared apartment while absentmindedly looking for a show to watch on a streaming platform. just waiting for the strike.
soon enough, your boyfriend came out of his closet, ready to go. he diligently walked towards your figure and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.
"i'm heading to the meeting now, dearest," he says in that sweet, excited voice of his. it almost makes you feel bad. almost. "i'll be back before dinner. then we can go out and eat something nice if you want."
you smile at him. "sounds good, handsome. have a good meeting."
he smiles back, as always. "thank you, sweetheart. i love you, see you soon."
there it is. the opportunity.
"sure, baby, see you soon."
he takes five steps towards the door. touches the handle. then freezes and backtracks like he was rewinding a tape.
"see you soon, i love you," he says more vehemently. you have to hold back a snort and keep your face neutral and oblivious.
you pretend to be very focused on choosing a tv show. "yeah, babe, see ya soon."
his eyes widen. his posture wilts. he looks absolutely distressed.
"i love you, dearest!" he yells like a poor impersonation of romeo under juliet's balcony, and it takes all your power not to burst into laughter.
"i know, baby—"
"okay, you know what—" he drops his briefcase and practically jumps on the spot next to you on the couch. "i'm gonna stay right here until i hear you say it back."
"huh?" you play dumb. "what do you mean?"
he takes a deep breath, like he's about to crash. or jump off the penthouse window. "baby. sweetheart. dearest. my love, my life-- don't do this to me. you know i need your 'i love you's' to survive. what happened? are you mad? do you want me to buy you something? is it because i forgot to do the laundry—"
"reo, honey. you're gonna be late to your meeting. isn't it with one of the main investors of mikage corporations?"
"yeah. who cares? what's losing a few millions in investment if my girl is mad at me??? or worse, if she HATES ME!"
you can't take it anymore. you burst out laughing, arching against the couch while holding your belly with how hard you're laughing. reo, on the other hand, just pouts like a kicked puppy.
"is this one of your stupid pranks again?"
"i'm sorry, baby, but that was so—" you cackle again. "so good!"
"you're so mean," he whines, grabbing your waist to steady you and burying his face in your chest. "i can't believe you'd kill me like that. i'm gonna need therapy after this stunt you just pulled."
you hug him against your chest, gently caressing the back of his head. "there, there. sorry, baby. i love you too, so much."
he just 'hmphs' brattily, but you can tell his whole body relaxes after you say those words. it makes something in your chest soften, and you smile, kissing his forehead.
"you should go before you're late for the meeting, dear," you say gently. "i love you."
he reluctantly pulls away, still a bit grumpy, but reo can't help but feel his heart full as he hears those precious words coming from your mouth. every one of your 'i love you's' makes him come undone only to put him back together again; stronger, better and even more in love.
he kisses you one last time before going, and his own "i love you" is spoken against your lips.
Bachira Meguru
your relationship with bachira was always fun. you both had very easygoing personalities and liked to play with each other, hence why you decided to pull this prank on your poor, oblivious boyfriend.
meguru was going out with his friend isagi yoichi, and you were pretty sure they would be playing football even though both were professional players. how those egoist freaks didn’t get tired of running around a ball was beyond you, but you never mentioned anything.
at your shared apartment, you smile when bachira’s arms wrap around your waist while you’re cooking in the kitchen. he was always a clingy little thing, but you loved it.
“i’ll be going now, honey,” he says, pressing a kiss on the curve of your shoulder.
“will you be back before dinner?”
“of course. wouldn’t miss your food for the world, babe.” he grins as if he’s proud of himself. “already smells really good by the way. can’t wait.”
you smile then, and kiss his cheek. “alright baby, have fun.”
“thank you!” he kisses you once more, and then he goes out the front door like an energetic hurricane.
it takes you a beat of silence to realize he didn’t say ‘i love you’.
you scowl. “what the fuck…?”
you immediately grab your phone and call him. bachira takes no time to answer with a cheery “hello?”
“meguru,” you don’t sound happy, because of course you’re not. you were gonna do that as a prank, but if he was doing it for real… “didn’t you forget anything?”
“huh? i don’t think so, love. got my cleats with me, promise i didn’t forget like last time.”
while that was a relief, since last time bachira played barefoot and came home stinking, it wasn’t what you were referring to, which made you more frustrated.
“that’s not it. something else.”
he makes a whiney sound. “hey, i didn’t forget anything this time, i’m sure!”
“bachira meguru! you left without saying you love me!” you finally lose your two cents of patience.
a beat of silence. then, giggles.
“not so funny now, is it, hon’?”
your system crashes. a ‘loading’ symbol appears on your forehead. “what?”
“prankster got pranked, heehee!” he laughs again, and you feel your blood boiling.
“what?! how did you—”
he fake sighs like you’re a naive little apprentice. “i saw you liked a few tiktoks of this prank, baby. knew you’d try to pull it on me. but hey, guess i’m just that good, huh?”
oh, that insufferable, smug bastard—
“no dinner for you tonight, bachira.”
he whines on the other side of the phone line. “what? but babyyy, that’s so not fair! you were the one trying to trick me!”
“yeah, and you beat me to it so now i’m mad!” you answer grumpily. he just laughs again, amused but fond as well.
“aw, m’sorry, sweet thing. next time i’ll let you prank me and play along, yeah? if it will make my girl happy.”
you huff, feeling your traitorous heart skip a beat. god, sometimes you hated how gone you were for that man.
“…fine, i guess,” you reluctantly give in, still a bit grumpy but unable to resist his sweetness. you can almost hear bachira’s smile through the phone.
“perfect. oh, and— i love you, silly!”
you can’t help but smile too — wide, carefree and just stupidly in love.
bllk boys stressed before a game and saying things they don’t mean (bachira, the two itoshis) 🐶
THIS WAS AN ATTEMPT AT HURT/ANGST, im sorry if it's cringe.
as always, i didn't proofread😢 and probably very ooc
bachira meguru - negative meguru
meguru was passionate. he always voiced out his everything, something you liked about him. when he speaks about his passions, you couldn't help but catch the feelings he feels.
it was close to game day, and bachira was practicing in until late at night. the lights were off, and the only source of light present in the area was the one in the field. you were sitting on the floor, waiting for your boyfriend to finish practicing. it was nice that he loved playing, and that he had goals, but you felt that he was pushing himself too hard.
during one of the breaks, he sits beside you and drinks from the bottle that you hand him. "meguru, i think you should rest now." you tell him. looking by the expression on his face, he wasn't exaclty pleased with your suggestion.
"you know what i think, y/n? i think you should keep what you think to yourself, especially when my game is coming up. the least you could do is support me while i train." bachira stands up and practices by doing drills.
you understand, you really do. he's stressed, he wants to be sure he will do well. you wanted to argue that it never helps your body do well when you don't rest before a game, but he said what he said, and you kept quiet about what's good for him.
you grab your bag and the other extra things you brought with you. "baby, i'll get going. see you tomorrow." you leave the place in a hurry. while walking out, you wish he would have called out to you, maybe to say sorry for what he said, but he didn't.
bachira wonders why you didn't text him or greet him the next day. he clings onto you as if the bachira from yesterday disappeared after waking up this morning. you didn't talk to him the days leading to and after the game either, scared that you might say the wrong thing again. you didn't ignore him, you still held his hand, you ate lunch together, walked to places together. you were physically present, but your words are absent.
"yo, bachira. is anything wrong with y/n?" isagi asks him.
bachira crosses his arms and looks at the man in front of him. "are you saying there's something wrong with my partner? they can do whatever they want. you shouldn't say something is wrong with them."
isagi's mouth went wide. "n-no! that'snot what i meant. i was asking her what she thought about the new lesson. i was expecting something like 'oh yeah, it's difficult- or so easy for me' but they didn't say anything. just gave me a thumbs up."
bachira thought for a moment. thought.
thought... th...think...
"you know what i think, y/n? i think you should keep what you think to yourself"
he gasped and went running towards the hiding spot you would two go to be alone. "sorry, talk to you later. gotta make things right."
itoshi rin- talking to the wall
"rin? are you listening to me?" you ask.
rin hears you, he listens, but he doesn't respond. the day of the game was getting closer, he couldn't let himself get distracted. the sounds of the balls hitting the wall filled the indoor field. it was early in the morning, rin made sure to practice before everyone else did, and you came with.
after waiting a minute for a response, you gave up. "right. thanks for the feedback. anyways, i wanted to tell you about-"
rin said his first words ever since you two went inside the place. "do you ever shut up?" you went silent after what he said, and he followed up with a, "finally, thank you."
you grabbed your things and left. your meeting was about to start soon anyway... or in 2 hours. okay, it doesn't start that soon, you just wanted to have an excuse for yourself to leave.
rin sat at the table in front of you for lunch. you two didn't speak, and maybe he liked it that way. he noticed you weren't as talkative as usual, but he thought you were considering what he said to you this morning. it wasn't worded in the nicest way possible, but it turned out well for him, right?
wrong.
days of silence, no texts, no calls, he barely even saw you. rin liked your silence, but he'd soon realize he took your freedom away from you.
on the day of the game, you sat front row of the arena to support him. you clapped your hands whenever they scored, but you never cheered. your boyfriend noticed of course. he thought you were saving your cheers for when the team wins, and they did, so he gave you a look of confusion when he saw you sitting down clapping your hands while everyone was cheering and jumping around. seeing you look restrained made his heart ache, and it's all his fault.
itoshi sae- ticking time bomb
sae admitted to you before that he couldn't open out with his emotions that well. you didn't mind, you even tried to help him open up more. you thought you were doing okay, you thought he was fine with it.
it was two days left until game day, sae wanted to prove himself in being the best in his sport and you supported him all throughout his journey. he's practicing with ryusei in the indoor field, then he miscalculated and fell down to his back. you came running to his side, asking if he was okay and it was fine to rest if he needed to.
"stop. please stop." sae says out of breath. "stop forcing me to voice out my emotions. i'm fine, why can't you see that!?" he stands up, leaving you kneeling to where he previously was.
you walked after him. "sae, i get it. you're stressed, but please don't shout."
he stopped walking and looked back at you. "stop trying to understand me, to validate what i feel. does it make you feel better? trying to fix me? do you feel like some sort of saint?"
you wanted to say that it wasn't like that. you weren't trying to fix him. you just wanted him to be more open with what he truly feels, but it seems you stepped out of line. all you could get out of your mouth were the words, "i'm sorry", over and over again. you went to leave before tears could fall from our eyes. sae didn't need to be stressed about you right now, he should prioritize the game, both of you know that.
shidou clears his throat now that it was just him and his friend inside the field. "will you go after them or..?"
sae sighs. "you know i can't. not right now, not after all that i've said." he looks to where the exit was, the place were you ran out of a few seconds ago. im sorry.
@rashimen thoughts?
p.s. now you might be thinking, "bro why is one kinda longer than most", it's because i wrote it during class. the yellow pad paper made my ideas endless. had to cut it short, obvi, i chnaged the char
i promise i dont use ai, please no type of ai doing for you, too (doiii, i dont mean to say what i write enough is good enough for someone to put it somewhere, but please dont)
⤹ 18+ mdni ୨୧ ‧₊ bachira likes talking to your pussy!
“oh look at herrr, she’s talking to me!” bachira giggled, curling his fingers inside you. his thumb pressed flush against your throbbing clit, rubbing it in tight circles.
squelch. your cunt clenched around his digits, lewdly sucking him in even deeper. “says she’s hungry, do you hear her?” bachira leaned forward, nuzzling your cheek.
“meguru—oh stop it..” you cried out in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands. bachira pouted and batted your hands away from your face, “mm? but your little pussy doesn’t want me to gooo!” he faked a pout, sitting up.
shlick. bachira pulled his digits out of you, leaving you empty and aching. his eyes fixed on your hole and how it clenched around nothing! “she’s so emptyy! oh poor girl, i know...i knowww!” bachira pushed his fingers into you again.
“oh fuck—meguru it’s embarassing! stop talking to her..” you flushed, your face heating up even hotter than before. “huhh? but just listen to her! says she wants another finger inside her..” bachira didn’t wait for an answer, instead he pushed three fingers to the knuckle inside of your clutching heat.
your back bowed off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent o. “fuckfuckfuck! t-too much!” your hands flew to grip bachira’s wrist, trying to pry his hand away.
“oh fiiinnee! you want ’er to shut up?” bachira ripped his fingers out of you again and quickly replaced them with his cock. he thrusted to the base in one go, barely giving you time to react.
his length throbbed inside your gummy insides, tip kissing your cervix so lovingly. your nails clawed at the sheet, “oh god!” you screamed, legs wrapping around bachira’s waist tight.
bachira smirked, one hand pressing down on your belly to feel himself inside of you. “that better shut you and your cunt up.”
a/n: one of my moots was tb how theres not many fics for bachira and lowk i agree so here heh..
2025-2026 — @gravelocked ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
⤷ mdni ﹫ bachira meguru x fem!reader ﹫ smut ﹫ two different boyfriends?
⚠︎ mdni, rough sex, overstimulation, nasty!meguru, dirty talk, matting press, spank, dom!meguru, face down, ass up .ᐟ.ᐟ
You always knew your boyfriend was… a little off.
Meguru Bachira was sweet. Clingy. Endlessly affectionate. He kissed you in public without warning, held your hand like he’d lose you if he let go, and smiled with that feral gleam in his golden eyes every time you so much as moaned his name.
But in bed?
It was like that sweetness cracked open and spilled into something chaotic, dark, and completely unhinged.
You’d learned that the hard way—more than once.
Tonight, it started innocently enough. A movie. A kiss. A laugh. Then he’d gotten that look in his eyes. That gleam. Mischief edged with hunger.
And now?
Now you were on your knees, cheek pressed to the mattress, arms pinned under you, ass up and trembling, his hand on the small of your back like a brand.
He was behind you—naked, flushed, and grinning like he’d just found his new favorite toy.
His idea of affection was chaos—messy, raw, unfiltered. And tonight was no different. He had you right where he liked you: face down, ass up, knees sinking into the mattress, arms trembling from holding your weight.
Your cheek was pressed against the sheets, breathing shallow, drool smeared on the corner of your lips. You were already used—his cum dripping slow down the inside of your thighs—and yet?
He wasn’t done.
Not even close.
“You’re still twitching,” he sang behind you, voice light, sweet, like this was all a game. His hand smoothed down your spine, gentle. His other hand grabbed your ass—not gentle. “Means you’re still awake. Still good for more.”
You barely managed a sound. A whimper. Pleading, but not resisting. Never resisting.
“Still wet, too,” he whispered, dragging two fingers along your folds, now puffy and swollen. You flinched, hips bucking.
“Aww, baby,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss the small of your back. “You’re so cute like this. Dumb and dripping. My favorite.”
His cock rubbed along your slit, hot and heavy, already hard again. The slide was easy—your body opened for him like it knew.
“You can take it,” he said, voice low now, fingers digging into your hips. “You always do.”
And then he slammed back in.
You cried out, spine arching, hands grabbing uselessly at the sheets. Your body clamped down on him like it couldn’t help it, like you needed him there.
Bachira moaned, deep and throaty. “Fuck, yes—this pussy loves me. Can’t even stay tight anymore, huh?”
Your eyes rolled back. It wasn’t the thrust—it was the rhythm. Fast. Shallow. Then deep. Fast again. Over and over. No pace to cling to. No control.
Just him.
Just that damn voice in your ear.
“You were so cute earlier,” he groaned, picking up speed, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room. “Making me dinner, smiling all innocent—like you’re not a fucking cock-drunk mess when I bend you over.”
Your moan came out as a garbled sob.
He laughed behind you, unhinged and warm and dangerous all at once.
“I love when you break,” he said, hips slamming into you hard. “I love when you drool. When you can’t talk. When your body’s just shaking under me and you’re still begging me not to stop.”
He pulled out suddenly, and you gasped at the loss—only to feel his hand slap your ass, hard. The sting lit up your nerves. You twitched.
“Up,” he said.
You didn’t move fast enough.
He grabbed your hips and dragged you back into position—arched, open, on display. You cried out again, but he was already back inside, no warning this time, buried to the hilt.
“Gosh I love you,” he whispered, panting now. “You were made for me.”
His hands gripped your waist tight, hips driving into you with a brutal rhythm that made your whole body bounce forward with every thrust. You were shaking, whining, trying to crawl forward, but he just yanked you back harder.
“You want to cum again?” he breathed, leaning over your back, sweat dripping off his hair.
You nodded frantically.
“You sure?” he teased, thrusting deeper now, grinding slow against your cervix. “You’re already all fucked out, baby. You don’t even know your own name.”
He reached around, fingers flicking over your swollen clit, slick and sensitive.
Your voice cracked. “P-Please—! Please, Meguru, I—I need to—!”
That did it.
His pace snapped into something punishing. Unrelenting. His name left your lips in broken moans, your body collapsing forward with every thrust, but he didn’t stop—he never stopped.
Your orgasm hit like lightning—violent, full-body, soaking the sheets under you as your thighs clenched around him. Your scream was raw, your breath gone.
And he kept going.
“Yeahhh,” he moaned behind you, grinning through his panting. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Look at this mess. Look how hard you cum for me.”
You tried to squirm away—too much, too sensitive—but he grabbed your arms and pinned them to your back, rutting into you like an animal.
“Not done yet.”
His voice was wild.
Obsessed.
Loving.
“I’m not stopping ‘til you can’t move. Not stopping ‘til your pussy’s twitching around me nonstop and you forget how to speak.”
You sobbed. You loved it.
You lived for this.
He slammed into you harder. Faster.
You felt it—his cock pulsing, thick and deep—and then he spilled into you again, groaning like it was the best thing in the world. Hot, messy, filling you to the brim.
He didn’t pull out.
Just stayed there. Body heavy on top of you, chest against your back, cock still inside, twitching.
And then, softly—
“You still breathing?” he asked, voice bright, lips brushing your ear.
You nodded faintly, body limp.
“Good.” He kissed your neck. “Because I’ve got one more in me.”
it’s quiet at his place. not the empty kind of quiet. the comfortable kind.
the kind that settles into the walls, into the couch, into the space between you and meguru as you sit beside him, legs brushing, the tv playing something neither of you are really watching.
he’s different here. you noticed it the first time you came over.
still him, still restless in small ways, still tapping his fingers or shifting positions, but softer. slower. like the world outside doesn’t reach him the same way.
“stay,” he murmurs suddenly.
you blink, turning your head slightly. “i wasn’t going anywhere.”
he hums, like that wasn’t really what he meant.
“no, like—stay here,” he adds, shifting closer until his shoulder presses against yours. “don’t move.”
you let out a small breath, amused but curious. “okay…”
he leans into you more fully now, his head dropping against your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
for a moment, neither of you say anything.
you can feel his breathing. slow. even.
“…it’s quiet,” he says after a while.
you glance down at him. “the apartment?”
he shakes his head slightly against you.
“no. in here.” he taps lightly against his temple, then lets his hand fall to rest loosely on your thigh.
your chest tightens.
“…because of me?”
he nods.
“it doesn’t usually stop,” he admits, voice softer now, almost like he doesn’t want to break the moment. “it’s always telling me to move, to find something better. something more fun.”
his fingers shift slightly, brushing against your leg without thinking.
“but when you’re here…”
he trails off. you don’t rush him. you’ve learned not to.
“…it just stays,” he finishes.
your hand moves before you think about it, resting lightly in his hair, fingers threading through soft strands.
he goes still for half a second. then relaxes completely. like he’s been waiting for that.
“is that okay?” you ask quietly.
he nods against you.
“yeah,” he murmurs. “it likes this.”
you huff out a small laugh. “your monster has opinions now?”
“it always did,” he says. “you’re just one of the few things it agrees with.”
you shake your head slightly, but your fingers don’t stop moving.
the room feels warmer. closer.
he shifts again, turning just enough so he’s facing you now, his head still resting against you but his eyes tilted up.
watching. studying. not in a curious way this time. in a certain one.
“…what?” you ask softly.
he doesn’t answer right away. just looks at you like he’s trying to memorize something.
“you make it easy,” he says finally.
“easy?”
“to stay,” he clarifies.
your breath catches slightly.
he lifts himself just a little, enough to be closer now, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him more clearly, the way his presence fills the space without overwhelming it.
his hand shifts from your thigh to your wrist, fingers loosely wrapping around it, grounding but gentle.
“usually i get bored,” he continues, quieter now. “or it gets loud again. like i’m missing something.”
his thumb brushes lightly over your skin.
“but i’m not,” he says.
you swallow. “…you’re not?”
he shakes his head. “no.”
there’s something in his voice—something steady, something real—that makes your chest tighten in a way you can’t quite explain.
you lean into him this time. just slightly. but he notices. he always notices.
his grip tightens just a little, not enough to trap you, just enough to keep you there.
“see?” he murmurs.
you let out a soft breath, your forehead almost brushing his now.
“you’re very sure about this.”
he smiles. not wide. not playful. just… warm.
“yeah,” he says.
a pause. then, softer,
“it likes you.”
your lips twitch slightly. “and you?”
his eyes don’t leave yours.
not for a second.
“i told you,” he says quietly. “it’s not just the monster.”
your heart stumbles.
his hand slides from your wrist to your hand, fingers lacing with yours slowly this time, like he wants you to feel it.
to understand it. you don’t pull away. you don’t want to.
“stay,” he repeats, softer now.
this time,
it doesn’t sound like a request. and you don’t treat it like one.
“okay,” you whisper.
and for once, everything is quiet.
a/n : LMFAO is this a drabble? fic? idk, but atleast i made some bachira content. also i couldnt think of anything else for bachira, and the idea of his monster like his special someone like omg thats so cute. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
“So that’s it? You’re just going to walk away instead of talking to me?”
“I’m not in the mood now [Name], can you get away from me,” That tone of voice is one you never expected to hear from Bachira of all people.
Whenever you two had a disagreement, it was easily solved through talking to each other. Communication has never been a problem in your relationship before. ‘If we have an issue, we talk about it, okay’ he reassured you on one of the first and few times you had an argument you don’t even recall what it was about. Probably something small like him leaving the toilet sit up or forgetting to put his dirty socks in the wash.
But tonight’s argument wasn’t over something silly or small.
Tonight you two went overboard and threw words you didn’t mean at each other. Sharp and cruel words that you’ve never thought would come out of the other’s mouth.
And they hurt, so bad it felt like they cut real wounds.
“Ah? You want me to get away from you?” you were so outraged, you could barely think straight about what you said before it left your mouth, “Okay then, I’m leaving then. Enjoy having the house for yourself tonight.”
You kept your word, leaving the house with only your phone, a coat and your keys. You hopped on your car and drove off. You need to cool down before either of you makes the situation a lot worse than it already was, it’s for the best if you don’t speak to one another for a few hours.
Maybe you could crash at a friend’s house for a little bit? Or go grab something to eat in the meantime?
A honk coming from a car behind you reminds you that you were at a stoplight that has just turned green, which you didn’t see as you were too busy sulking. You focus on driving and try your best to put those melancholic thoughts to the side, but of course the universe has to throw in some pathetic fallacy bullshit when you’re already feeling awful. It started to pour so much it sounded like pebbles were being thrown on your windshield, not to mention the loud thunder that followed suit after every bright flash of light in the grey sky.
So you pulled over to some random parking lot, deciding it would be a good idea to wait for the rain to subside a bit.
You stayed inside your car in silence. No music playing or any other sound to distract you, besides the one of the thunderclap outside.
All that negativity you were trying to suppress before came back tenfold in the quietness of this moment.
Bachira has never spoken to you the way he did today. But you’re also to blame in this whole ordeal, you also didn’t spare him any venom earlier. You call him childish all the time, but right now, you’re starting to think you’re no better than him.
You did run away from the situation like some angry teenager in the end. Banged the front door with too much force and everything.
After getting bored of staring outside and watching the drops of water slide down your window, you finally check your phone to call someone who will let you crash at their place tonight.
But before you can open your messages. Someone calls you.
That ‘someone’ being no other than Bachira.
You ignore his call and send a message to one of your close friends instead, but you should know by now that Bachira is very persistent.
He keeps on flooding your phone with messages and calls. He’s being so insistent is making you feel bad for ignoring him. You put your pride aside for a little bit and message him back.
♡Megs
10 missed calls
You
what do you want.
♡ Megs
[Name] why are you not picking up my calls?
Where are you
I’m worried :(
You
You told me to leave so I did?
♡ Megs
You know I didn’t mean it like that
Can you come back please?
Stop being like this
You
Bachira I don’t want to see you right now
I need to calm down
I don’t want to say something I’ll regret
♡Megs
[Name], don’t be silly…you see how bad the weather is
Just come back home
We can talk this out
pls
we promised that if we had a problem we’d talk it out remember?
You
we did say that...
♡Megs
So will you come back home pls?
You
fine
once the rain stops i’ll come
♡Megs
Thank you
I’m so sorry I hurt you earlier [Name]
I don’t know what got over me
You know I love you right?
You
I know
I love you too Megs
I’m sorry for the things I said too
♡Megs
let’s not argue ever again okay? :(
I don’t like when we’re mad at each other…
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