#bitch idk

[jelicoxoxo]

“I dont know if I’ma see you again.”

Bachira Meguru x fem!reader

desc: Bachira was never really interested in flowers, his only experience with them being picking up colorful weeds in the grass to give to his mother as a kid. But ever since he developed a little crush on a florist on his way to and from school, he’s been learning about them more and more.

warnings: fem!reader, florist!reader, slight angst to fluff, mostly fluff tbh.

a/n: lawd i havent posted an actual fic in FOREVVEERRRR. But here y’all go LOL🫶🏽

Bachira never really enjoyed school. The waking up early in the morning, sitting at a desk cramming information into his head for hours, the what feels like endless amounts of homework. Not like he struggled to bad in school or anything, his grades where pretty average, for someone known to sleep in class and didn’t ever study that is. All he wanted to do was play soccer after school, get home to his mom, eat, sleep, and maybe play video games. he didn’t really care for anything else.

That is, until you came along.

All you did was give him a silly little sunflower when you saw him on his way home from school. You where both just hitting double digits at the time, he found it cute how you approached him, eyes full of uncertainty as you handed him the flower that was almost as big as your head.

You said something like “I’m working on my social anxiety” or something, he didn’t remember clearly, he was barely even listening, to stuck on why this girl approached him of all people. He didn’t have many friends, nor many people that wanted to be his friend anyway, so he found himself clinging to this act of kindness. He started taking that same route to and from school, ignoring any shortcuts he found just so he could see you again every day, accepting flowers from you and bringing them home to his mom.

His mother was ecstatic when she found out about you, finding it adorable how Meguru’s crush was so obvious before he even recognized what his own feelings where. He just guessed that he really wanted to be your friend, and that you must have wanted to be his as well. Why else would you have chosen him to gift a flower to? That was his mindset when he was younger at least.

Bachira learned that the flower shop behind you belonged to your family, and that it was going to belong to you someday. He started spending more and more time talking to you, to the point where your family knew him as well, greeting him when you weren’t there that day and informing him of your whereabouts(snitches).

It even got to the point where he brought you home to his mom—with your parent’s permission, promising to bring you back before sunset. His mom almost had a stroke when he walked through the door with you, not expecting visitors that day.

She adored you btw. Sent you home with a basket of fruits, cheese, and other snacks.

Even as teenagers, y’all where practically inseparable. As soon as your schedules where clear, you where right underneath each other. Wherever one went, the other was sure to be nearby. You didn’t know a thing about soccer until Meguru, and he didn’t know a thing about flowers until you. There where also a lot of stupid things you two did just fucking around and finding out, his personality rubbing off on you a lot.

But this all seemed to have come to an end when he started the blue lock program, losing contact with him for quite some time. You didn’t know when he’d be back, why he had to go, why he couldn’t at least text you back, so eventually you just gave up.

You couldn’t stand it, who knew him being gone would make such a drastic change in your daily routine. You had no “good morning!” texts to brighten your mood in the mornings, no random weird updates about his day(ex; “I just had explosive diarrhea”), no one to scream Megan Thee Stallion songs with, no one to listen to your endless rambling about meaningless things that meant a lot to you, so it meant a lot to him as well.

And most of all, who knew him being gone would create such a pit in your heart. You didn’t understand, who cares if he’s gone? It’s just a boy, so what if you didn’t talk again? But why did the thought only deepen that pit all the way to your stomach? You hated it, you hated every bit of it. You hated how he left with no goodbye, how he never texted you or picked up any of your calls, how even when you asked his mother about him she only knew so much, how he was gone so long, how you still cared. Why did you still care?

Because you loved that boy and you hated that. You hated how the thought of him still brought butterflies to your stomach, hated how you still remembered his habits, how you could still see the dried flower petals he kept in jars in his room from when you gave him a personalized bouquet every birthday.

You where so upset about him being gone, and yet you couldn’t even bring yourself to say “I hate him”, because you knew it just wouldn’t be true.

Especially when here that same boy stood, at your doorstep soaked head to toe from running in the rain. He was panting like a dog, eyes wide as he stared at you in silence. Neither of you knew what to say, to shocked to see each other again that all you could do was stare.

And despite all that hatred, you still where so glad to see him again. You where so glad to hear his apology and explanation, to have him in your room again, to have his heart again, to hear his confession that night, him practicing begging you to forgive him and be his one and only. He never meant to hurt you, and he realized in the time that he was gone that he just couldn’t be without you, collecting however many points it took to get a day out of blue lock to see you again.

And most of all, you where glad to have your Meguru back.

———

~ Jelicoxoxo

[ohhcrazybananabro]

Man idk how i should start this. Idfk. Ngl i dont fucking care about proshippers. Like man i know it’s not illegal or bad or anything tbh im just a bitch and i fuck with people but it aint funny to me anymore. So yea, Just keep ya shit in fiction and im cool. Sorry for the harassment and slurs tho that wasnt cool on my part, Block me if youd like. Have a nice day 🤷‍♂️

[kwiwrites]

current things!!!

Thank you @veryinnovative @kat-xox @messymoony @regscupid and everyone who else tagged me!!! (there were a lot so im sorry i can't @ everyone :,,D)

3 ships: jegulus, moonwater, regulily

last song: EAT SPIT! by slush puppy and royal & the serpent (mar this is your fault btw)

currently reading: heartless by thisliminalspace and six of crows!!!

last movie: dude i don't remember i don't fucking watch movies

currently watching: i don't watch shows either LOL

currently craving: burgers n fries dear god

currently consuming: just vacuumed up a bag of chips lord

[aksosurgeon]

so very bare bones . . . but new sideblog dedicated to everyone's favorite surgeon, zayne from love & deepspace. please feel free to ♡ or ↻ if you'd like to interact !

[dreamsgalaxyfreckles]

i still havent finished drawing the other thing ive been working on so have a quick sketch

[dakota4]

The moral of the story is that you realize at the end of the fucking day, you really have no fucking friends because the people you call your friends are okay with having fun without you.

But at this stage, I really don’t fucking care no more.

[fleshdyke]

yeah sorry i euthanized your golden retriever boyfriend. sorry

[captainnaustralia]

Y'all notice that you can't be frank on social media anymore?? Gotta monitor for who be watching, who's notifying my family and my boss that I'm drunk at 4pm on a Sunday and Making Comment, my life doesn't exist beyond what can be monitored and monotised. Privacy is dead and we're all poking it's corpse with a stick believing it won't effect us

[eatmybuttcheekz]

HIIII

Fuckk y'all

[therandomartmaker]

“Jar of Despair”

I’m in love with hope,

I’m in love with you.

You hold love in your hands,

press flowers into palms

And with every swish of cloth

you climb a step further in the tower of my heart.

I am deep and dark,

prisoner to a glass jar

yet you speak kind muffled words

that i have not heard.

you press flowers against my glass

and let me see the aurora of colours in your garden.

I am decay in all that can be

I am the despair that plagues your kind

But you sing shanties for a ship you can’t sail

you smile in kindness

in pity

in gentle adoration

I’m in love with you

And with the hope that you hold.

[swftlore]

having a crush on one of your friends is so revolting actually cause like. are you listening me talk about something stupid because youre being nice or because u wanna kiss........

[tenshi-milk]

I sippy tea *sip sip sip

[straykidsholicleigh]

im so invested in ur love life rn YOU'RE LITERALLY Y/N LIKE ???

😭😭 NOT U TOO- PLS I NEVER ASKED TO BE Y/N- my fan fictions took me too seriously 💀

[aammtteiu]

[girlpog]

“We need more evil women.” Bitch you thought Skylar White was in the wrong 😭

[lotus-pear]

in love with tragedy