#tom odell somehow

[otherworld44]

Tom Odell - Black Friday feat. Daniel Howell

[likeadevils]

He wrote a song about her?? Also in my eyes no other song I heard about Taylor(which didn't include will Anderson) could compete with olivia aka the best lyrics harry ever wrote

oh fuck i completely forgot about olivia somehow yep that’s. that’s a really good song. that’s the best song about her no yeah definitely

but yeah! at the very least white dress is about taylor, though american secrets and kiss me slowly (what i was thinking of in those tags) are also likely about her, and possibly philadelphia, which has less evidence but is better than kiss me slowly in my opinion

[killerpancakeburger]

Thank you so much!! 💕💕💕

Therefore I am, by Billie Eilish

Limit, by Citizen Soldier

Can't Pretend, by Tom Odell

Heavy In Yours Arms, by Florence and the Machine

Forever is a lie, by Bea Miller

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals 🌟

Tagged by @popcorn428 TYSM

Forgiveless by SZA

Miles by SZA

Anime and Chardonnay by Charlie Curtis-Beard, Akintoye

BLOOD by Kendrick Lamar

DNA by Kendrick Lamar

Tagging: @rainbow-woerm @ponfarrtimeatthevulcannightclub @aroacenezhaanddainsleif @hoe-bie @dazais-crab-addiction @wereboybreakdowns @strawberrymilkmaiden @sarylide @basicalyrandom @killerpancakeburger @whyareallgoodnamesalwaystaken @mayoiayasep @darksidescorner @stardust948 @ace-dodo @moth-wave @m1dnight-mars @batshikns @invertedshlong @floatinghyacinth

[iluvapplesxh]

Hi I was wonderinng if you could please do a billie x fem!reader where reader was depressed and billie thought she was getting better because she was doing really good at hiding it, but one day something makes billie realize that she is getting better and has only gotten worse and then it ends with billie comforting the reader??

⧽⧽⧽ Talk To Me ⧼⧼⧼

✰ pair: billie eilish x fem!reader

✯ summary: Reality. The word was almost foreign to you again. And you felt like this was the end, like you would slip so far away you wouldn't be able to find it again. But Billie was there. And she'll hold onto you for as long as it takes.

✰ warnings: angst, crying, cursing, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

✒ a/n: uh so I feel like I fucked this one up but uhm, i'm gonna post it anyway!

The noises were loud. So loud and you felt like you were being crushed by them, but somehow at the same time it just felt like they were farther and farther away from you, echoing in the back of your mind while your eyes were stuck on the apricot coloured tablecloth laid neatly on the wooden table in front of you. Around that very same table were people you knew. Friends, you guessed were the right words but…sometimes they just didn’t feel like friends. No. Lately they’ve been slipping farther and farther away from your grasp, maybe they didn't need you anymore. Maybe they’ve finally had enough of your bullshit. 

In all honesty, you wouldn’t be very surprised. 

To the right side of your body was your girlfriend, Billie. Oh, Billie. She was the sweetest, most amazing person and girlfriend on this planet earth. But, you’ve lied to her. And you told yourself that it was for the better. That you’d slip out of this numbness soon and she wouldn’t need to know. She had enough problems with her work all the time, which was probably the reason she hadn’t noticed your state yet. And the feeling of her arm around your waist, her hand resting on your thigh made you feel guilty. And her thumb which was gently caressing the soft material of your pants just made your chest tighten and your senses higher than ever.

Your head was pounding, eyes most definitely empty as your eyes pierced into the light coloured tablecloth. It was clear that your mind was elsewhere. In bad places.  And it wasn’t like you wanted to be there. No, all you wanted was to have a heartfelt conversation with your friends. So, why the fuck couldn’t you just do that? Why did you have to be like this? So broken? So sad. And miserable.  

What the fuck was the reason?

You wouldn't know the answer. You just felt like shit. And did it hurt that nobody seemed to notice it? Maybe. But you were also grateful, because you couldn’t bare that ridiculous question.

‘What’s wrong?’ 

Because it meant that, without a reason, you had no business being sad. No business feeling this shit.  

The problem wasn’t that you felt like drowning every time your thoughts got a little loud. The problem wasn’t that you felt like reality was out of reach. And it wasn't the constant numbness or the seemingly unstoppable tears which would stream down your face every night as you stood in the shower. No. It wasn’t that Billie would constantly look at you with such pride in her eyes whenever you did something for yourself. How she believed you were okay.

The problem was you.

The constant tiredness, it was like you couldn’t ever be fully aware anymore. All you could do was stare off into space with your mind racing and chest buzzing with the racing beating of your heart, only it seemed like every time it contracted it squeezed tighter and tighter until you couldn’t breathe and your head spun.

“Baby” 

The feeling of air tickling the skin of your neck partly snapped you out of your daze, then the feeling of a chin resting against your shoulder did the rest and you blinked a couple of times before humming in response.

Billie’s eyes traced over your features and her throat tightened up before she exhaled softly. “You okay?” She murmured, her voice a little raspy and a tinge of worry laced. 

You inhaled deeply before plastering a smile on your lips and nodding. “Yeah. I’m fine.” You slowly turned your head to the side to find her gaze, but the look in her eyes made your breath hitch. “Why are you asking?” Your hand found hers which was resting against your thigh and you idly laced your fingers together.

“I don’t know. You’ve been quiet” 

A soft sigh left your lips and you nodded. “I know” A breathless, empty laugh came from your mouth. “I just have nothing new to say” You felt her hand squeeze yours gently while her eyes searched your expression.

“Are you sure? We can get going if you want?” She said quietly and pulled you closer to her.

You stayed silent for a couple of beats, thoughts and sentences scattered around in your mind. “No, it’s okay. You can chat a bit longer” You assure her.

Billie narrowed her eyes at you and pressed her lips into a thin line before letting out a long breath. “Okay. Just a little longer.” She smiled softly at you before looking back at the friend she was having a conversation with. Her hand never left yours and it should have made you feel better, but it only left you feeling worse than you already were. 

–

The mindless ‘goodbye’s said in a humorous tone by your friends were drowned out as all walked out of the restaurant. Billie’s hand was still holding yours, the cool metal of her rings was a nice feeling against your hot skin and it made your thoughts just a little bit muffled. Billie was talking about one of your friends’ dumb stories as she led you to her car, but let’s be honest, you weren’t listening. Your head felt heavy and your whole jaw was hurting by the way you clenched it so hard.

You wordlessly got into the car’s passenger seat, slumping against the soft material. Billie got in, too, her amused rambling stopping when she looked over at you. The small light on the ceiling of the car illuminated your paling skin and her heart leapt in her throat. Her mind immediately began to race with worry.

You sighed deeply when you felt her intense gaze on you and your head hung low, falling into the palms of your hands while you screwed your eyes shut, the overwhelming feeling of need to cry crawling up your already tightened throat.

“Hey, hey” Billie finally spoke up, hand reaching out and resting on your arm. “What’s wrong?”

The question almost made you laugh if it wasn’t for the gathering tears behind your shut eyelids or the harsh thudding of your beating heart against your chest. You slowly pull your hands away from your face, opening your eyes and leaning your head back against the headrest, swallowing harshly in hopes of getting rid of the lump. Your bottom lip rolled between your teeth and you nibbled bleakley. Your head shook side to side and your gaze cast down on the dashboard in front of you. 

“I don’t know” 

The three words hung in the gradually thickening air for a couple of moments before the harsh breath intake that came from Billie cut through the silence. Billie’s own chest was tightening and she couldn’t speak. The silence made your heart sink.

“Okay” Her whispered words were tenderly spoken and her hand reluctantly squeezed your arm. “That’s okay.” Her other hand also reached out, cupping the side of your face gently and pulling your head to the side to look at her. “Just tell me what you feel”

Tears burned your eyes again and you bit your lower lip once more. Your expression made Billie feel like she was being choked and she couldn’t scramble fast enough to get the harsh hands off from around her throat. “I just–...” You began and your sentence was cut off by a ragged breath. Your head pulled away from her touch and your hands reached up, fingertips pressing into your closed eyes. 

Billie’s heart sank at your actions and she was quick to grasp at both your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. “Don’t.” Her expression was soft and she swallowed thickly. Her hand released its grip on your wrists and both of her palms cupped your face tenderly. “It’s okay. I’m listening.”  

You nodded your head hesitantly, teeth releasing your bottom lip while you took a deep breath. “I just feel so…sad. And numb. I’m exhausted. All the time– “ You paused, swallowing back a small sob. “And I wanna be better. For you. But I can’t because I feel so…ragged.” 

Billie’s head moved up and down slowly. “I understand.” She said softly before one of her hands pushed a couple strands of hair out of your warm face then settled back down onto your cheek. You knew she did. You knew because she’s been through this, but at the same time you doubted she did. “What I need you to understand is that you don’t need to be better for anyone else other than yourself. Because you can’t be if you’re not ready to feel better.” 

Her words confused you at the time. They just felt un-understandable. But you slowly nodded your head nonetheless, tears in your eyes. 

“I don’t know how, Billie” You almost cringed at how your voice broke mid sentence. “I want to, but at the same time I just feel so empty when I don’t feel like shit” And although this time it was your words which were really confusing, Billie nodded softly.

“That’s okay.” She could feel her own voice on the verge of breaking. “I’m here, alright? And I’ll make sure you feel everything other than that. And I’m not going  anywhere, you understand? I’m here to stay with you” Her thumb moved quickly, swiping on the skin of your cheek when a tear fell. 

You inhaled deeply, the air just barely reaching your lungs before it was puffed back out.  “Okay” 

Her eyes softened and she pulled you close, pressing her lips against your trembling ones gently, tasting the saltiness of your tears when she pulled back. “I’m not going to give up on you that easily.” Her words made more tears flow but her thumbs scrambled to wipe them away. “I love you,” She whispered. “And there is nothing you can do or say to make me not do so” 

A sob tore through your chest and your head fell from her hold, resting on her shoulder while one of her hands found a place on the back of your head, the other around you. She leaned down and placed a tender kiss on the top of your head as she held your shaking body, her own tears slipping.

REQUESTS OPEN!

[uniquexusposts]

Another Love - C. Leclerc

Summary: Y/n and Charles broke up and Y/n preforms a heartbreaking song about their breakup. A/N: I don't know what this piece is supposed to be, but it popped up in my head. Every once in a while, I'm getting back to listening Another Love over and over again. Enjoy reading :) Credits: Tom Odell - Another Love

The lights dimmed as the crowd roared. Y/n took a deep breath as she took place behind the piano on the stage. She took a sip of the ginger tea and adjusted the microphone. 

Y/n L/n, a very respected and loved sing and songwriter, was preforming on one of the biggest festival stages of her career. Over the last seven years, she worked hard for this moment. She could finally say she made it. She should be excited about it, but she was feeling mild about it. Perhaps of her recent breakup. Her ex-boyfriend supported her during her career, like she did with his. And knowing she would about to sing the record breaking song, made her feel anxious. To many people it was a hit, to her it was her grief. 

Her hands rested above the keys and when she pressed them in, the crowd cheered once again. A smile grew on her lips, this moment was so special to her; this was the first time she played her new song live. This was the first time they heard the song. She began to sing, her voice steady, but underneath, a current of emotion ran wild. The words bled from her lips, each line cutting deeper than the last.

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care... But it’s cold and I don’t know where.

As she sang, images of her ex-boyfriend flickered in her mind; the late nights, the laughter, the silences that grew between them until the distance was too much. He had been her everything. Until he wasn't.

Meanwhile, Charles Leclerc sat on his couch, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, trying to ignore the heaviness in his chest. It had been months, but somehow, everything reminded him of her. Her smile, her laugh; her absence.

A notification lit up his screen. A video.

Charles clicked on it, and there she was. Y/n. Performing on a massive stage, her voice piercing through the screen.

"Wait..."

He sat up straighter, watching as the performance unfolded. His stomach twisted, the lyrics crashing down on him like waves. It wasn’t just a song. It was their story.

On another love, another love. All my tears have been used up.

His breath hitched. It was all there: everything they'd never said, everything that tore them apart. The late-night arguments, the constant travel, the things they'd tried to fix but couldn’t.

He watched her, radiant and fierce under the stage lights, baring her soul to the world. And the world was eating it up. The video had thousands of comments, the hashtags trending, and every single one of them knew the truth he was now grappling with.

This song was about him.

Charles' hands shook as he tossed his phone to the side, as though putting distance between them would somehow ease the weight pressing down on his chest. But it didn’t. The song was everywhere.

Y/n belted the chorus with everything she had left, her chest tightening as the adrenaline surged higher because she heard the crows sing so loudly, mixing with the ache that had been there for months. The lights flashed, the stage seemed to grow smaller, and for a moment, it was just her and the song; a private confession laid bare for the world to witness.

I wanna sing a song that’d be just ours, but I sang ‘em all to another heart.

It made it more emotional because no one knew the song, she was telling to song, sharing her story. But mostly, talking to Charles. All Y/n could think about was how the love she sang about wasn’t gone. It was still there, buried beneath the layers of hurt and regret. But it was fractured, scattered across the months of distance between them.

By the time she reached the final notes, her breath was ragged, but she pushed through, finishing the song with a rawness that left the crowd momentarily silent before they erupted into thunderous cheers. Y/n’s heart raced, her chest heaving, and she could feel the sweat slicking the back of her neck as the adrenaline surged one last time.

The cheers were deafening, the flashing cameras blinding, but as she stood on stage, soaking it all in, she felt utterly exposed. She had given them everything; her heart, her pain, her love. And now, it was out there, a piece of her forever tied to the song. This song was over, and there were just a few more seconds left before the next song would begin. She smiled at the crowd. Even though it was tough, she was so overwhelmed by the reaction. That was why she loved to preform. 

Charles sat on the floor of his apartment, his phone lying face down beside him. He’d thrown it there after watching the performance loop for the fifth time. He couldn’t escape it. The way she sang, the raw emotion, the way everyone sang it along, the way the lyrics had ripped him apart all over again; it was like the world had caught a glimpse of his soul without his consent.

He raked a hand through his hair, trying to steady his breathing. But the notifications kept lighting up his phone; mentions, comments, articles already popping up about Y/n’s performance. He’d tried to ignore it at first, but as the hours passed, it became clear that the internet had figured it out.

Headlines flooded his screen:

“Y/n L/n’s Heart-Wrenching New Song Sparks Breakup Rumours with F1 driver Charles Leclerc!"

"Y/n Confirms Split with Emotional Performance—Another Love a Nod to Leclerc?"

Charles groaned, standing up and pacing. The media had already been circling them for months, speculating, whispering, but they had kept quiet about the breakup. Now, Y/n’s song had blown the lid off it. There was no hiding anymore.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Pierre.

"Have you seen this? They're talking like they know everything."

Pierre’s response was quick.

"Mate, it’s everywhere. You alright?"

Charles didn’t reply. He wasn’t alright. He wasn’t sure how to handle it, but one thing was clear; he couldn’t just sit here and let the world spin this narrative. His PR team was already calling, trying to figure out how to manage the situation. But what could he even say?

[ell-alexanderarnold]

Spinning

Summary: Trent meets Y/n when she’s at her lowest and helps her to find herself again until she falls unrequitedly in love.

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Reader has mental health issues

Note: I listened to this song while I was writing this ❤️‍🩹 + If you’re feeling alone or something like that, remember that you’re loved and you’re not alone in what you’re battling with 🫶🏻

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It was just a normal day for Trent but for you it was more. You fell in love, with a guy who didn’t even want you. He just wanted to be loved. And so did you, more than ever. Turns out in the end that you were just a distraction, a person who he could lash out his feelings to, like it was nothing.

Whatever you thought you and Trent had, wasn’t love. It wasn’t real.

The day Y/n and Trent met

It was raining outside, it was cold as well. Trent hated the cold and wished he stayed home this day. Y/n on the other hand liked the cold but not the rain.

It was a real challenge for Y/n to get up from the bed this day. She just wanted to lay there all day, she liked the loneliness but still felt miserable.

Y/n got out of the bed and went on a walk outside, eyes still red and puffy from crying. The rain fell down on her and she wished she stayed at home. Y/n couldn’t help but cry, everything in her life felt meaningless at the moment.

She kept her head down as she walked and suddenly she dropped her phone, and figured she’d walked into someone. How embarrassing.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” Y/n apologised and the person handed her the phone.

“No worries!” He said and as you looked at him he noticed your red puffy eyes.

“Crazy whether today huh?” Y/n remarked and looked him in the eyes. They were brown and very pretty.

“Yeah, right.” He answered.

“What’s your name?” He added.

“Y/n, I live down the street.” You replied and the stranger shake his hand and said

“I’m Trent.”

You looked up to see that it stopped raining, and that’s how the story started.

Once you met Trent everything in your life stopped raining. Or so you thought.

-

From that day Trent could tell from your eyes that you’ve been crying. He wanted to know what was wrong and he didn’t even know you.

Months went by and you met Trent met each other on walks now and then, one thing lead to another and you were asked on a date.

You were nervous and overwhelmed, you couldn’t believe that this could happen to someone like you. You somehow felt special for the first time in a long time. Because Trent cared about you.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” He expressed after you just ranted out all of your thoughts and feelings about your life. You were overthinking if you maybe shared too much, but you trusted him.

“It’s okay.” You answered and forced him a smile.

“How?” You implored.

“I think we’re alike in someways you know?” Trent observed, both of you chuckled.

“I mean I relate to that stuff with loneliness, you just want to be wanted. But I like being alone but not for too long.” He spoke up and you nodded in response.

“For a long time I’ve felt like there was no point in telling anyone what was happening inside of me.” You revealed and as you spoke Trent took your hand and draw small circles on your palm. He could see your eyes well up and wanted nothing more for you thank to be safe and okay.

“Y/n, listen to me. You are enough, okay? Don’t think that no one wants to listen to you, I do. I’ll be here for as long as you want.” Trent said softly as you dried your tears on your cheek.

You didn’t expect to cry on your first date, but it was something pure about the whole situation. You and Trent, two broken hearts are just beginning your ��love story”.

4 months later

You’ve grown to love him and yourself.

You walked around in his house in his shirt that smells like him knowing that the smell of his perfume will soon fade, like his feelings for you.

You don’t know what’s going on anymore. You’re not in a relationship but you’re still here, in his house. Were you two just close friends? Who made love on the weekends, kissed each other whilst watching a movie one of you just put on to ignore the silence?

After months of being honest with each other you two couldn’t ignore the reality anymore. Deep down you knew you weren’t feeling better mentally, it was just Trent who made your days brighter and took your torment away.

For him you helped him feel at ease. He loved how he could tell you about things that happened in a match, he would be so angry and frustrated. But you were there for him. The greatest distraction he’s ever had. To you, he was the greatest thing you’ve ever had.

Then there was this silence.

“I don’t think I can go on like this any longer Trent.” You firmly said and looked at him, watching him close his eyes in frustration.

“I wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.” He mumbled.

“Like what?” You challenged.

“Like you could love me.” Trent angrily told you and you were shocked by his words.

“Don’t say that.” You sulked.

“Well, we can’t be together and we can’t be apart so I don’t know what to do Y/n.” He shrugged and sighed.

“It doesn’t matter anymore Trent!” You blustered and tears started flowing down your cheeks.

“The night you told me you love me,” You said laughed in disbelief. “I fucking believed you.”

Trent felt speechless. Perhaps he went too far with leading you on, thinking he loved you but the more he thought about it he just wanted to feel loved. He didn’t want to love.

“Well, then I’m sorry Trent that I loved you and it made you cruel.” You cried and began to walk towards the door before he stopped you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Trent murmured but you didn’t listen.

“I should’ve never told you how I felt that night at the restaurant.” You said quietly as you were ready to leave him.

“Y/n, please.” He sighed.

“It was a long time ago anyways, it doesn’t matter anymore and yet I cannot let it go Trent.” You taunted and stood by the door, waiting for this daydream to end.

“Before you go,” He hesitated. “Don’t walk past me like a stranger next time I see you, please.He finished.

You laughed in response, I mean how were you supposed to live without him when you started living again because of him. Why didn’t he love you like you love him?

“Wasn’t it nice? To feel wanted even if it was just for a while?” Trent questioned, bringing up the feeling you felt before meeting him - to feel wanted.

“It wasn’t real Trent.” You said into the silence.

“But yes, it was nice.” You sniffled and looked down at the floor.

You stepped outside, it started raining once you started walking. Now everything was raining again, you lost him. He was the one you loved, the only one.

It pains you that he saved you but he never knew and he’ll never will.

[defnotriri]

“ JUST A FLING ! “

Megumi Fushiguro x reader // Yuji Itadori x reader

angst with a lil itadori fluff at the end! :P

You don’t know how it happened. But it did.

Sitting in an empty classroom, focusing on your work. Occasionally tapping the pencil against your lips as you concentrated. It was silent other than the groans you let out once in a while if a problem you came across was complicated.

That was until he walked in. His stupid black hair, that spikes up. The way his shirt was creased and how he had his usual frown on his face.

but somehow, some way,

The two of you shared a kiss in the same classroom. He warned you, he wasn’t looking for anything. Just a fling. Your pencil and books left opened on the desk as he dragged you into his dorm. Breathing heavily as you quickly removed your tight black long sleeved uniform, as well as your black flared pants. Megumi was quick to move you onto the bed, his hands gently moving up and down your sides. Let’s just say- Yuji didn’t get that much sleep.

———

As you slowly opened your eyes, waking up from your sleep. You’re met with Megumi’s back facing you. A frown paining your face. You sat up in your matching underwear and got your phone off his night stand. Checking the time it.

3:46 am

You sighed putting the phone back down and collecting your clothing. Putting the shirt back on and then your pants. Megumi stirred at the cold empty spot next to him. Opening his eyes, seeing you dressed up.

“where’re you going? . . stay it’s late.. “

He squinted at the bright phone screen. Pulling you by the arm. Into the bed. Wrapping his arms around your small frame as his hand went behind your head pushing it towards his chest. Inhaling your scent with a content smile. This cycle continued for months.

——

You smiled as you carried a single shopping bag. You were out with Nobara and Yuji today. Yuji was being a gentleman and offered to carry both of your bags. Nobara happily agreed but you were a bit more reluctant, feeling bad for the boy. But he insisted and eventually you gave into him. You gave him everything but one bag, you bought it as a gift for Megumi. Who didn’t come since he already had plans.

It wasn’t that hot, but still warm. Due to the weather you three decided to go ahead and buy some ice cream from a nearby shop. As you guys walked there Nobara came to a halt confusing you and the laughing Yuji.

“Uh. . . You okay Kugisaki?” The pink haired boy said confused.

“Itadori, L/N, you idiots look! it’s fushiguro with a woman!”

Hearing the boys name with another woman you quickly turned your head, seeing it was true. Your heart breaking into pieces. You knew you were only a fling but it still hurt. Noticing your hurt expression, Yuji took your hand and Nobara’s in his and dragged you two away.

“Hey! I know a great sweet place Gojo-Sensei showed me a couple weeks ago. It’s way better than their ice cream!”

The pink haired boy said with a smile, worried look on his face when he saw you still looking back at Megumi. He knew for a fact you weren’t taking this well.

That night you laid in your bed, in the dark. Staring at your ceiling as you thought to yourself. Moving positions onto your side. Seeing the bag with Megumis gift as well as the things you bought today in the corner of your room. The tears threatened to spill but you didn’t let them, you aren’t weak like that. You thought to yourself. You’re not going to let a stupid fling make you cry.

A ding came from your phone as it lit up, making the room bright. You left it on delivered not caring who it was and deciding to ignore it. Then multiple more dings came. You sighed sitting up and looking at your phone.

9:28 pm

megs 👾👎:

how was ur day? (:

what did u buy with those two idiots ?

hellooo ?

i know ur awake u don’t sleep til late.

im walking over okay? i have to know you’re safe.

The messages the boy sent made you bawl as you read them. Stupid. What a stupid idiot. Megumi Fushiguro was the biggest idiot you’ve ever met. You wrapped yourself into the warm sheets and decided to just let him knock if he did come. You wouldn’t open it though.

He did knock after a good few minutes. Knock, Silence, Knock.

You stared at the wall as tears fell. But then you heard the doorknob twisting. But you locked the door. . . That’s when it hit you. Remembering that you gave your spare dorm key to Megumi one day. You cursed yourself. Turning around so you faced the wall and your back faced him.

“L/N?” Megumi whispered. Sitting down at the edge of your bed. No response, besides your sniffles that you so desperately tried to conceal. With a sigh megumi took off his shoes, laying into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head. He tried to comfort you but since he really didn’t know what you were crying about, it was kind of useless.

“megumi. . .” You sat up finally facing him.

“I-… I cant just be a fling anymore i’m sorry. I want to be with you, Megumi! I don’t want you to call me L/N. I want to be called (Name)! I dont.. i don’t want to call you fushiguro anymore..” You said as you looked down, making the tears you held in fall. Megumi staring at your face.

“. . .(name)” He put a hand on your cheek. Making you look up at him as you continued to cry. It broke his heart- it really did. “I can’t. I dont-“ he sighed.

“I don’t feel the same way L/N, I like somebody else. I’m sorry. I know i said i wasnt looking for anything- but i..” He tried explaining while rubbing your cheek before you cut him off.

“please. . please leave.” You gave a soft smile with tears in your eyes. Not allowed to fall. He nodded and got his shoes back on. Looking back at you balled up in your bed. Before closing the door, the only light in the room leaving.

———

Even if the two of you guys weren’t dating it hurt like hell. It was as if you two had been dating for several years then broke. Itadori was by your side the whole time. How could he not? When you shows up to his dorm with tears staining your face. You desperately trying to wipe them all away before he wrapped you in a hug.

Eventually you got over it.

You even reached first name basis with Itadori and Kugisaki. Definitely not Fushiguro though. Since you guys were in the same grade, you couldn’t really avoid him. But you tried to minimize your contact with him. If he hung out with yuji, you hung out with nobara. If he hung out with nobara, you hung out with yuji. If you four were assigned to a mission or just hung out with everyone. You would try your hardest to pretend he’s not there. But obviously, you’d help him out on a mission if he desperately needed it or if you two were assigned.

You were out grocery shopping with Yuji one day. He let you intertwine your hand with his. Hugging the arm with your freehand. Looking up at him with a big smile as he tells what happened in a movie he recently watched. Obviously Yuji was carrying the bags like he usually did. Again, you had tried to decline politely but he insisted.

“You’re so cute Yuji.” You whispered as you got on your tippy toes and placed a soft kiss on his jawline. He smiled down at you. Bringing your intertwined hands up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss back.

“I promise, I’ll treat you better than fushiguro.” Yuji smiled softly at you.

[stayevildarling]

Cordelia Goode x Wilhelmina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader - Black Friday

A/N: Hello everyone. I am currently obsessed with these three again so I apologise for the spam. I got the idea for this from the song ,,Black Friday'' by Tom Odell. I honestly wasn't sure whether to carry this on, write a part two or just keep it at this. I decided to post it now to see if anyone on here even still reads my stuff.

tw: mention of past abusive relationship, very mild mention of scars, angst + fluff

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Laughter illuminated your face, the room spinning, music filling your senses. Infront of you, Billie dancing cheerfully while she smiled at you. In that moment you knew it was one of those little moments that you wouldn‘t forget. Her perfect blonde curls swaying in synch with her hips, her smile and her laughter filling your heart and her singing causing you to giggle. You were always a lot of things but definitely not one to party. You hated it, the drunk people around, the unnecessary hangover the next morning. But somehow Billie had convinced you.

„Just this once“ she beamed excitedly as she tried to convince you but also convincing your other two lovers, promising one of them could pick you up after and that she wouldn‘t drive, wouldn‘t drink too much and would look after you. Of course you agreed, what other answer could you have given the woman with the beaming smile and excited tapping of her heels and it was worth it, so worth it.

If there was one thing Billie had taught you over the years it was how to have fun. She turned your world upside down, making you experience things you had never experienced before. The medium taught you it was okay not to feel guilty for smiling or showing genuine laughter. Never scolding you for being too loud or embarrassing and never once not in the mood to spend time with you, get out the house with you or spoil you wrotten.

Then there was a certain redhead. Mina, your mina. She taught you what it‘s like to be happy. Billie taught you all the fun parts but Mina showed you true happiness. Quiet moments spent together, eyes meeting at the dinner table, finding a quiet spot in the garden or greenhouse and her reading a book to you. Your heart fills with happiness whenever you get to spend those moments with her. Just like Billie, she never made you feel uncomfortable, never scolded you for asking for things. If you had a bad day, she would take your hand, hold it gently against her cheek and asked what you needed.

„You look so pretty, pretty like the sun“ you whispered, as you sat in Cordelia‘s lap. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, making you feel safe. Delia was your sun, the supreme lit up your world from the start. Often you find it hard to describe her to people or the love you feel for her. But the sun was simply the next best thing. Cordelia is warm, her presence making a room smile and instantly feel safe and comfortable. Her hands always feel warm, instantly making you feel safe. The supreme had taught you what true kindness feels like. To never be ashamed of being too nice or kind to people, whether your loved ones or strangers you would never see again.

„You are so kind my darling“ Delia would tell you after you helped one of the new girls in the academy get settled, no time or effort ever too much for you.

Their love for you was something you couldn‘t grasp til this day. To be loved by three beautiful, kind and powerful women at the same time felt like a jackpot to you, one you didn‘t deserve.

„I‘m so selfish“ you think to yourself as you look in the mirror. Your own thoughts pulling you back into reality. Despite their best efforts the self doubts never quite stopped. Despite being told it was okay to have bad days.

As Wilhemina enters the livingroom, she finds the usual picture in front of her. The coven finally quiet after a busy day, Cordelia reading and grading things, her laptop tucked in her lap. Billie scrolling on her phone while also glancing at the tv from time to time. Despite being busy doing their own things, the two blondes had a blanket around their shoulders, sharing it and occasionally exchanging loving glances and soft gentle kisses.

Usually however, you would be part of this. Wrapped in between them or next to one of them. The biggest beaming smile painting your face as you see Mina, knowing she prefers the coven quiet and also having her work for the day finished.

Today you didn‘t sit there. No beaming happy smile. „Where‘s my little one?“ she asks which causes Cordelia to smile softly. „She hasn‘t really been around since going out to do the shopping earlier“. the supreme explains, the smallest bit of concern lacing her voice but deep down remembering Billie‘s words from earlier, telling her you would be fine and are probably just tired and having a nap.

You are still standing in-front of the mirror as Wilhemina makes her way up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Staring at yourself, feeling emptiness, while your head is filled with all sorts of thoughts and flashbacks.

„Little one?“ the redhead asks after entering the room, having knocked before with no reply as your thoughts completely blocked out your surroundings before. However, her gentle voice and the tapping of her cane, walking towards you, pulls you right back into reality.

„Sorry Mina“ you smile and walk towards her, shaking off your thoughts and mustering up your best smile. The woman scans you for a moment before one of her hands makes it‘s way to your cheek. „Are you alright?“ she asks gently.

Your eyes try to go anywhere but meet her brown eyes, however it was inevitable. Mina always knew when something wasn‘t the way it should be. And your eyes definitely spoke. Delia was the better one at getting things out of you but over the years Mina had learned how to make you trust her, never pressure you and accepting honesty if you didn‘t want to talk about it as long as you didn‘t hide, didn’t lie. That had always been the deal.

„I saw him today, at the shops“ you almost whisper. Your words take a moment for her to register before her demeanor changes. Anger washes over her face before she reaches out a hand to hold yours. „What happened?“ she asks, trying to stay calm.

You explain to the redhead how nothing actually happened and while he tried to talk to you, he didn‘t actually do anything. You might have left out the part where he said some unnecessary things as you knew it would anger and trouble the redhead. Mina tries her hardest to comfort you as she faces an inner battle. She hated him, ever since Cordelia had found out what your ex boyfriend had done to you, physically and emotionally she had trouble not to go out looking for him. She could never understand how someone could treat you this way. Despite Wilhemina‘s past being filled with abuse and hatred, she could never accept that happening to you, her little one and her everything.

„Is there something I can do, little one?“ she asks with a gentle smile. „A book, some tea, a bath?“ she offers, having slowly learnt those things from Cordelia after having to learn herself what could give her comfort in moments of sadness or overwhelming emotions.

After thinking for a moment, you decide for the bath but reassure her that she didn‘t need to run it for you. You feel like having some quiet and being able to process the flashbacks alone. Wilhemina agrees, only after making you promise you would let either of them know if you needed company or anything at all.

As you sit in the bathtub, a while later, adding some of the camomile and lavender bath set that Cordelia had gotten you for your last birthday, you take some deep breaths, trying to calm down, forget about the whole thing. „You‘re so weak, selfish for telling her, it‘s pathetic“ the little voice in your head quickly reminds you. Still burnt into your brain, after he had put all those things into your head years ago. Despite years of healing with your three girlfriends, it didn’t take a lot for the voice to come and haunt you again.

Cordelia‘s thoughts are interrupted as she hears the tapping of Wilhemina‘s cane. She always knew what each tap meant, normal content Wilhemina, nervous Mina, angry Mina. And this was definitely concern and anger reflected in the slightly faster taps than usual. Instantly she puts her laptop and work aside before her eyes meet Wilhemina‘s as she finally enters the room.

„Whats wrong?“ Billie asks, also knowing by now what this expression means. „She saw him today at the shops“ the redhead states coldly but her voice filled with anger. Cordelia immediately stands up, inviting Wilhemina to sit down before calming her down a bit and giving her the chance to explain.

„I thought he was gone“ Billie snaps after the redhead finishes explaining what you had told her not that long ago. „I thought you placed a protection spell around her“ Billie snaps at Cordelia. The supreme explains calmly how that doesn‘t apply to meeting him by coincidence in a shop. „I‘m gonna go up and check on her“ the supreme announces.

Meanwhile you pull your knees closer to you, hugging them. ,,I want a better body, better skin'' you think to yourself, the voice still having the upper hand. The warm water was meant to help make you feel less shaken, the smell of the bath salts making you feel calmer. However it wasn‘t helping. The words of abuse, cycle in your head over and over again like a broken record. Suddenly the tiny scars that Cordelia healed and fixed visible again.

As the supreme approaches the bathroom your thoughts replay in her mind. Being the most powerful witch, Cordelia usually has the ability to keep her clairvoyance controlled. The ability to read other's thoughts. However, with you, Billie and Wilhemina sometimes her magic alerted her of something needing to be adressed or needing the supreme's attention. Your words pain the woman as she takes a deep breath standing in front of the bathroom door.

,,Darling?'' she knocks gently, pulling you out of your thoughts. ,,Yes Delia?'' you ask before she replies if she may enter. You think about it for a moment, not really wanting her to see you in a state like this but also knowing she would be worried if you refused. ,,Sure'' you simply reply before she enters. She gives you a gentle smile as she closes the door and approaches you. As your girlfriend kneels down beside the bathtub, you get a sense of her perfume, reminding you of her, of home.

Both of you sit in silence for a moment before her brown eyes meet yours. That's all it took for your chin to wobble and your eyes betraying you, tears rolling down your cheeks. ,,Oh darling'' she whispers before taking your cold hands into her warm ones. Your eyes reflect sadness but also the silent ask for help, for Delia to take over and as soon as she notices, she simply nods, telling you it's going to be okay.

Gentle sunshine Cordelia takes over, helping you finish your bath, drying you off, drying your hair for you and braiding it. She put you in one of her pyjamas before sitting you down on the bed, positioning herself behind you and wrapping her arms around you. Her head rests on your shoulders and her blonde hair falls on your face, taking in the smell of her shampoo, also reminding you of home and helping you to feel a bit calmer.

,,Do you think they are okay?'' Billie asks, still sitting in the living room with Wilhemina. The redhead takes a moment to think before assuring ,,I'm sure they are, otherwise Cordelia would have let us know''. Billie sighs slightly in annoyance. Part of her simply missing your presence as she hasn't seen you most of the day, another part of her annoyed that she couldn't help like Mina had done prior and now Cordelia. The redhead sitting next to her, senses her annoyance and despite not having the magic ability to read minds, knowing exactly what the medium was thinking.

,,How about you take some tea up to the bedroom? I'm sure that would be helpful'' she smiles gently at Billie. The mediums heart fills with warmth, knowing moments like these are exactly the reason she had fallen for the redhead. She agrees and excitedly waddles off to the kitchen. Mina smiling warmly, as she walks away, her heels tapping on the marble floor.

Meanwhile all your thoughts and emotions had spilled out of you. Delia right there, catching every single tear, listening to every word, making you feel safe and keeping you comfortable. She makes you feel valid with every single thing you say, slowly replacing the voice in your head, with her soft one, reminding you that you are none of those things. ,,I wanna be happy Delia'' you mumble through tears. ,,Do you think you can show me how it's done?'' you carry on. The blonde fights back her own tears, your statement causing for her heart to ache. ,,Of course my darling'' she whispers, pulling you onto her lap, as you rest your head on her chest.

The room is quiet for a while, your tears finally stopped, the only thing to be heard, Delia's heartbeat as you still rested on her chest. A gentle knock interrupts the silence. ,,Come in'' Delia softly says. As the door opens, you open your eyes and see Billie walk in, carrying a little tray with some cups and a teapot. ,,Um- I made some tea for you'' she announces anxiously. Delia smiles softly before looking down to see your face. She walks closer, placing the tray on one of the bedside tables before smiling at you and turning around to leave.

,,Billie?'' you whisper softly and she instantly turns around. ,,Yes babydoll?'' she asks as her eyes lock with yours. ,,Why is there only two cups?'' you ask confused. A bright smile fills her features as Delia smiles proudly. ,,I'll get some more'' she happily announces. ,,Could you ask Mina to come up as well please?'' you ask, your voice sounding small. ,,Of course sweetie'' she smiles softly before leaving for a moment. Delia presses a gentle kiss to your head before whispering ,,I'm so proud of you sweetheart''.

A couple of hours had passed, four tea cups now empty on the nightstand, the air filled with the smell of lavender. You are cuddled up in the middle of the bed. Delia to your right, Mina and Billie to your left. Their soft comfortable presence eventually made you fall asleep, feeling safe in their presence. ,,Do you think she's going to be okay?'' Billie asks after a while. Mina's hand finds hers under the blanket holding it tightly. ,,She will be just fine my love'' Delia replies confidently.

[untitledmemes]

Tom Odell Prompts

An assortment of prompts taken from various songs by the musician Tom Odell. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I wanna be happy, could you show me how it's done? ”

“ I'm so selfish, you're so kind. ”

“ I wanna be perfect like all your other friends. ”

“ Every time you touch me, I feel adrenaline. ”

“ I see the darkness where you see the light. ”

“ What is happening to us? ”

“ I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care. ”

“ I'm just so tired to share my nights. ”

“ Words, they always win, but I know I'll lose. ”

“ I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love but all my tears have been used up. ”

“ I think today is the best day of my life. ”

“ If I'm alone, I'm alone, and I don't mind. ”

“ Am I in a dream? ”

“ You're got stars, I've got scars. ”

“ Right now I'm just happy to be alive. ”

“ I'm gonna love you till the day I die. ”

“ Why do you have to go away? ”

“ We should slow down. I don't know how. ”

“ Problem with the rich kids is that they're no fun. ”

“ Everybody hurts sometimes. ”

“ Can we talk? Is that okay? ”

“ Ain't it funny how owners look like their dogs? ”

“ I thought of you, I don't know why. ”

“ Love, I have wounds only you can mend. ”

“ You love me at my worst. ”

“ We can't be together but we can't be apart. ”

“ How do they know which way to go? Somehow they always seem to know. ”

“ I know that you gotta go, but I don't wanna say goodbye. ”

“ I'm gonna be smiling all the way back home. ”

“ Grow old with me. Let us share what we see and all the best it could be. Just you and I. ”

“ Now those days are gone. ”

“ You told me that you loved me, I believed you. ”

“ I'd like to say that maybe we could work it out, but I know it's no use. ”

“ People say my expectations are too high, but I'm not asking for the moon. ”

“ If I ever find anyone half as good as you, I think maybe that will do. ”

“ Have you had a drink? ”

“ Should I tell a joke? ”

“ It's not what you did, it's not what you said. It's the silence we choose instead. ”

“ You know, honey, it's a long way down. ”

“ Please, don't leave me now. ”

“ If I died tonight, would you miss me? ”

“ You're the only reason that I came. ”

“ I don't wanna be sad anymore. ”

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 14

Sandalwood, cloves and leathers

On another love,

All my tears have been used up.

- ( the song of the chapter is 'Another Love' by Tom Odell)

Grief is a strange thing. It creeps in like a shadow, blanketing everything it touches. Khushi feels as though she should be crying, breaking, feeling something, anything, but instead, there’s only this strange, weightless void where grief sits quietly, waiting.

After an eternity she feels something wet sliding down her cheeks. She tries to catch them with her fingertips, but soon her fingertips fall short of catching the tears.

She turns in another direction. She doesn’t want him to see her cry. After a while, he sits beside her with a sigh, extending a handkerchief, which she takes hesitantly, her fingers brushing over the crisp fabric.

A small, almost bitter smile curves her lips. "I didn’t think you’d be the handkerchief-carrying type,” she whispers, trying to steady herself.

"I’m not,” he says, his gaze fixed ahead. "But Roma made sure I have one in every suit pocket."

Her voice is faint, barely masking the grief lodged in her throat. “I don’t know this Roma person… but she sounds interesting.”

She wants to talk about anything and everything, skirting around the elephant in the room, or, in her case, in the garden,...just to distract herself, to forget it all. And somehow, he understands.

He starts talking about this Roma person, his voice a steady current in her storm. “She’s the housekeeper, but she's more than that.....She’s been around since forever, taking care of everyone in ways only she can...always busy being the mother others don't have.....”

"She sounds incredible."

"She is."

"Hmmm.....," she nods. After a long pause, she starts again, "Do you… kill your girlfriends after breakups too?”

He lets out a dark chuckle. “I didn’t have anyone exclusive enough to kill.”

“You probably think I’m an idiot, don't you?” she looks down, her voice barely a murmur.

"No.” His voice is unexpectedly gentle.

She swallows, words tumbling out, raw and unguarded. “I don’t think......my mother ever loved me.”

He’s silent for a moment before answering. “It’s not about whether they love us or not,” he says quietly, his voice low. “It’s about whether we love them or not.”

She gives a small nod, her gaze fixed on her hands, the tear-stained handkerchief crumpled between her fingers. “Is it… is it okay that I’m not feeling anything?”

“Hmm...It's a coping mechanism.”

“How did you feel?"

He doesn’t reply right away, and after a few moments, she begins to think he won’t respond at all. But he does, he replies with one word. “Angry.”

“Why?”

He looks far away, a vein pulsing in his temple as a sudden darkness clouds his eyes--fierce and raw. His jaw tightens for a moment before he says, “Miss Gupta, your ten minutes are over.” His voice is flat and final.

She dips her head, sensing the end of their conversation. They sit there for a moment, without words, only silence filling the space between them.

She purses her lips as she stands up, "I'm going home." She extends the handkerchief toward him, "I don’t want to face my dad or Mr.Jha right now."

His eyes flicker with something unreadable as he stands up, too, his height making her feel even more small at that moment. He doesn’t say anything at first. Then utters in a firm voice, "I’ll take you home."

"What!! No, I’ll go by myself. I brought my car with me. I have the keys right here as well."

Thanks God, this dress has a side pocket, where she has stuffed her phone and car keys earlier. They are supposed to leave right after the party, so she is all prepared to leave. She was looking forward to the long drive on the dark, serene road. But right now, she isn't so sure.

She loves taking long drives, but the opportunity is scarce. So during their arrival, she made her driver sit with the security while she drove her car all the way here, alone, with them trailing behind her.

Mr.Raizada is still standing there. Looking at his unyielding stance, she continues, "You dropping me home in this state will raise questions. I don’t want to create any problems."

"Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be...... nobody will know."

"I want to be alone right now.....just leave me alone, okay," she snaps, her words sharp.

His expression hardens, but there’s a glint of something--concern or annoyance, she’s not sure. "Bring your security details with you."

She nods stiffly and turns around toward the parking lot, feeling his stare on her all the way, heavy and piercing, but she doesn't turn around.

She gives the valet her keys and waits for her car to arrive, contemplating whether to call her security details or not. That may require a conversation with her dad as well. Then, she discards the idea altogether. She isn’t someone important enough to be guarded all the time, anyway. She can get home just fine on her own.

She notices a lone patio chair and sinks into it. Suddenly, she feels overwhelmingly exhausted, like a thick fog settling over her. She rests her head on the table in front, her arms supporting her weight, closing her eyes to rest a little bit. The coolness of the table offers little comfort, but it’s all she can manage. The minutes blur, and the world around her fades, and with it, the last of her conscious thoughts slip away.

.

.

.

She stands in the midst of a dense forest. The air is thick with the scent of earth, moss, and...

Something rich,

Something deeper,

Something so distant yet, 

Something so familiar....

But it's out of her reach.

It's woody and spicy, like cloves and sandalwood.

It wraps around her in layers, smooth like leather and smoky like firewood crackling in the night. It’s warm, like the soft glow of a fire that makes her feel safe, yet there’s something sharp, something striking, lurking beneath the surface. A spicy bite of cloves, a hint of pepper that pricks at her senses, making her heart race.

The trees around her loom high, their dark trunks like silent sentinels, their branches stretching outward, a canopy of leaves that filter the light, casting the world below in shadows and dappled sunlight. The scent swirls around her, wrapping her in a heady embrace, both grounding and intoxicating. It mingles with the warmth of the sun on her skin.

She leans into it, and even if she doesn’t understand why, the scent lingers like a shadow in her dream.

Oh, yes...she is dreaming...

Everything is so serene to be a reality.

She walks, drawn forward by an unseen pull. It’s like a tether, pulling her closer to something,..someone, without her knowing who.

But she doesn’t want to wake up, not yet. The scent is all she needs, and in this dream, it’s enough to make her feel…whole.

.

.

.

A sudden jolt snaps Khushi from her foggy state, her eyelids fluttering open as she squints into the darkness, disoriented and uneasy.

The blurred shapes around her slowly sharpen, trees rushing past on either side of a winding, empty road lit only by the soft glow of headlights cutting through the night. She looks around, catching sight of a small bobblehead figurine on the dashboard, glowing softly as it bobs with the car’s movements. Everything about this feels unsettlingly familiar.

This is her car.

She sits up, the motion sending a wave of dizziness through her as a dull ache pulses at her temples. Her gaze shifts beside her toward the driver, a woman in a sleek black gown.

Payal? What on earth is she doing here?

“Hey there, I was getting worried about you for a second!” a singsong voice chimes from the back seat, startling her so badly that she clutches her chest with a soft yelp.

Then she realises there's a jacket wrapped around her.

A black velvet jacket.

Oh...OH...

It may or may not belong to the person she has spent the evening dancing.

It smells like sandalwood, leather and cloves, just like her dream. She feels her heartbeat quicken. What’s going on?

"Khushi, are you alright?" The voice from the back asks again.

Lavanya!

Khushi blinks, trying to shake off the lingering fog. “Yes,” she manages, though her voice comes out rough and scratchy. Lavanya reaches into the seat pocket and passes her a water bottle, watching her with a concerned expression.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” Payal says gently from the driver’s seat, glancing at her. “We were about to wake you up.”

"Why are you driving my car?"

Khushi’s gaze flickers to the glove compartment, her fingers itching for the reassurance of cold metal beneath her grip. Her gun is right there, within arm’s reach. She’s not sure where she stands with these two women from a rival family, driving her unconscious self through the night, while her enemy’s jacket lies draped over her shoulders.

“We’re not sure what happened,” Lavanya replies. “We found you sleeping like dead in the parking lot. We tried to wake you, but you were out cold. Not knowing what to do I called Arnav. Arnav thought you might be in shock, though I'm not sure why you'd be...anyway, then he took the keys from the valet, carried you to your car and asked us to drive you home."

As the memory starts to resurface, Khushi pushes it back, unwilling to confront it just yet.

“And he may or may not have sent a message to your security team from your phone,” Payal adds, giving her an apologetic smile.

“How did he unlock my phone?” Khushi asks, still dazed.

“With your fingerprint,” Payal admits sheepishly. “Your security is following us now. They joined up a few minutes ago. You don't need to worry.”

Khushi glances at the rearview mirror, noticing her security detail’s car trailing hers. The dark-tinted windows of her car keep them from seeing who’s inside. Then there's an extra set of headlights trailing behind at a steady distance, close enough to follow but far enough to avoid suspicion. “There’s another car.”

“Oh, that’s ours,” Lavanya explains.

Payal nods. “Arnav was following us too, but he sped up a few minutes ago. Said some urgent matters come up.”

"Yes, of course," she thinks bitterly. "He has a hot date to get frisky with, doesn’t he?"

"That still doesn’t explain why you’re driving my car instead of handing me over to security," she snaps. The acid in her tone catches her off guard. She reins it in, but her glare remains fixed, drilling into Payal, demanding answers.

"Umm...we were the last people seen around you, it may have seemed like we might have done something to harm you. Moreover, we didn't want to leave you there unsupervised. So, we thought it would be better if we got you out of there," Payal explains, her voice steady, yet there's a flicker of uncertainty beneath her calm facade.

"And here I thought you did this out of the goodness of your heart as you Eagles have so much kindness in you," Khushi snaps, eyes trained on the road ahead but she can feel Payal's eyes on her face.

"Whoa, where's this sudden bitchiness come from?" Lavanya says incredulously from the back seat. "We should have just ignored your sorry ass on that parking lot without checking up on you."

"Lavanya, don't..." Payal warns Lavanya. Lavanya huffs and looks out of the window crossing her arms.

The air thickens inside the car. Payal shifts nervously in her seat, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "I mainly did this because Arnav asked me to," she says, her voice a little too light. "And you were right, we did get into trouble for talking to you the other day. I had an earful from him. I wasn't ready to face his wrath again." She lets out a small, forced laugh, attempting to ease the growing unease in the car. "Can you believe it? How ridiculous it is!"

But it's like pouring gasoline onto the already raging fire inside Khushi.

She looks at Payal.

What is she? A mistress.

Not to acknowledge in public.

Why does he care who she talks to or not? Why does she have access to his room, a place where supposedly no one else is allowed?

Hot, molten lava surged through her veins, turning her blood ablaze. Her fingers curled into tight fists, nails

digging into her palms as an acid heat

spread through her chest. The violent urge to lash out, to hit something, anything, tore through her like a storm.

Taking a deep breath, she asks Payal in her best neutral voice, "Are you and Mr.Raizada... secretly dating or something?"

Payal’s reaction is immediate, she nearly swerves the car, turning to stare at Khushi, wide-eyed, before breaking into a startled laugh. "What? No!" she says, incredulous. "He is... like a brother to me. What made you think that?"

A flush rises to Khushi’s cheeks, her gaze dropping as she forces herself to look away, regretting her impulsive question. But Payal, noticing her embarrassment, speaks up softly.

“He has a sister, Anjali. Their mother was sent to the US for safety when she was pregnant with him due to some threats. Anjali was born there as well,” she explains. “When they came back here, Anjali had a hard time adjusting, being so unfamiliar with everything. She was only six then.”

She pauses, swallowing, but then continues. “I was… picked off the street with a group of other girls.”

Khushi’s eyes widen in surprise, the implication striking her. Picked for… trafficking.

Payal licks her dry lips, a flicker of pain crossing her face. “I was too young for their purposes, so I was sent to a warehouse where they kept girls they hadn’t yet decided on. The first night…” She hesitates, her voice lowering to a whisper. “Someone... hurt me...”

Khushi listens, feeling her heart splinter.

"I barely survived. Mr.Raizada—the elder one—found me," Payal continues quietly. "He took me in and nursed me back to health....After that, I grew up in their home, with Anjali. We are close in age and soon become best of friends, so they kept me as her playmate.....then a few years later, she was sent away........ I think he sees…a bit of Anjali in me.”

A thick silence settles between them. Khushi finally murmurs, “I’m sorry.” A lump formed in her throat. “How old were you?”

“Six...Seven....Eight,” Payal says quietly, her eyes fixed on the road. "I don't exactly know my birth date. I was born in a slum."

Khushi nods, fighting back an urge to cry.

“So, yeah…that’s it,” Payal finishes, a small, sad smile touching her lips. “Then Mr.Raizada died..and Arnav and Anjali were sent away...Roma Ma, she's the head housekeeper of the house, she  adopted me and raised me like her own.”

Khushi clears her throat, whispering, "Thank you for sharing this with me." The words feel insufficient, a fragile offering in the face of everything she’s just heard, but Payal gives her a soft nod as if understanding.

The car covers in complete silence as they ride toward the intersection. It's still a far way to go to the Gupta mansion. They are actually in the mid-point of the Oberoi resort and her house, just outskirts of the border of Delhi. Payal’s voice breaks the stillness, “Will you be okay to drive the rest of the way, Khushi? I’m speeding up so we can get out before your security detail catches up and jumps to the wrong conclusion, okay?”

Khushi nods silently, "Thank you for looking out for me when I was vulnerable. I won't forget about this."

"Don't thank me. Just do the same for someone who needs help someday.", Payal replies, meanwhile Lavanya refuses to meet Khushi's eyes.

"Take care. I hope we meet again,” Khushi says softly, bidding them goodbye.

In another life, in another world, in another reality, she could actually be friends with Payal and Lavanya. But she isn’t in another life. This is her reality.

And her reality is loneliness.

“Me too,” Payal’s response is light, almost too easy, masking the sudden melancholy in her voice.

Without another word, they get down at the curve of the road in the intersection and quickly get into their car. In a flash, they and their vehicle disappear from view, leaving the street eerily quiet. Khushi slides into the driver seat, her security details still to catch up with her.

She sits in the car, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly it feels as though the leather is cutting into her skin. She is still to turn and put the car into gear. The silence inside the car is overwhelming. She feels the weight of everything, her mother, the lies everyone told her, her irrational pull toward certain someone, everything, pressing into her, drowning her in a sea of thoughts she can’t escape.

The Eagles being around her while she was out cold could put them in a tight spot. If her people saw them together, it could look suspicious, maybe even dangerous, igniting conflict between their families. But she was fine--alive, unharmed. They could’ve just left her there. Even if someone saw them, she could’ve explained it away once she woke up.

By not leaving her there, they might have taken more risk than in the previous scenario.

Yet, if they had left her, she’d likely have woken up to her father’s furious gaze by now. He would demand answers for her trying to slip out alone, and that was trouble she couldn’t afford right now.

Only he knew she wasn’t ready to face her father, not tonight, of all nights.

She closes her eyes, trying to clear the noise in her head, but it only grows louder.

Why did he take the risk?

Why did he just not leave her there?

Why did he carry her to this car?

Why did he give her his jacket?

Her breath catches in her throat, shallow and strained. She needs to process, to make sense of the chaos inside her, but every thought that tries to surface only gets tangled in the next.

She looks at the front seat, where the black velvet jacket lies, alone, deserted, yet as dangerous as a loaded weapon.

But the most disarmingly disturbing thing is, she smells like him.

Sandalwood, cloves and leathers.

Author's note:

Hey there! Just wanted to say thank you for diving into this world with me. Your feedback and thoughts keep the story alive, so drop a comment if you’re hooked, curious, or just here for the ride! Can't wait to hear from you.

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STRAY KIDS X CLICHE MEETCUTES - BANG CHAN

word count: 1.1k

warnings: food mention

currently listening to: smiling all the way back home by tom odell

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you had been living in your new apartment building for a couple of weeks when you started getting a bunch of packages that you were certain you hadn’t ordered. the address on all of them was definitely yours, but they were all to some guy named bang chan, who you assumed must have been the last guy renting it out. 

you called your landlord to see if he had his contact details, but he insisted that nobody called bang chan had lived in your apartment since he had bought it almost 10 years earlier. 

so you allowed the packages to stack up, not knowing what to do with them and leaving them all untouched in the spare room that was full of all the boxes you were still yet to unpack. 

you tried speaking to the doorman in your building as well, just in case he knew who the packages were supposed to be going to, though he was also certain he didn’t know of anybody called bang chan living in any of the apartments, but he wished you good luck on your search all the same. 

none of your neighbours had said a word to you since you moved in, and, despite the polite smiles they offered you in the hallways, it was never enough to encourage you to actually go and ask if they were whoever these deliveries were for. 

they were a small part of your life though, and after a while the unknown deliveries to your apartment stopped, you assumed bang chan had realised that he’d been entering his address wrong after everything he ordered failed to show up. that or he’d gotten fed up with how unreliable postal workers were, and had gone back to shopping the old-fashioned way. 

you were getting settled on your sofa in your comfiest clothes, needing a break from the rough week you had had. you wanted to order some food, not having a clue what you might cook with the precisely zero ingredients that currently occupied your cupboards. 

as you were scrolling through the various restaurants in your area, though, you heard somebody knocking on your door. sighing, you heaved yourself up off your sofa and went over to open it up. 

the man on the other side of your door was holding a white plastic bag out to you in one hand, with a motorcycle helmet tucked under his other arm. you looked at him with a blank expression, trying to get an explanation of what he was supposed to be delivering.

‘i have an order here for bang chan?’ he eventually said, though it sounded more like a question as he began to grasp your confusion. 

‘i don’t know a bang chan.. he definitely doesn’t live here…’ 

your voice trailed off as the delivery driver furrowed his brow and took his phone from his pocket, checking the information he had been given. 

‘this is number 104, isn’t it?’ 

you nodded, looking up and down the corridor in the hope that somehow this situation would sort itself out with minimal effort from you. or that it wouldn’t and you’d be left with the amazing smelling chinese food, especially since that was exactly what you had been planning on ordering for yourself.

as you looked to your right, you saw the young guy who lived next door stick his head out of his door, scanning up and down in much the same way you were. he jumped when he saw you looking at him, and a flustered look took over his features as he began to realise what was going on.

‘hi, sorry…’ he said sheepishly, walking over to your door, ‘what’s the name on that order?’ 

his voice sounded almost physically pained, and you felt bad for how awkward he must have been feeling. you giggled a little, raising your eyebrows at him as a gesture that was meant to be comforting, but you were convinced must’ve come across as patronising. 

the driver handed the bag over to bang chan and began to walk away as soon as he had confirmed his identity. he stayed standing somewhat strangely, clearly searching for a way to apologise for having inconvenienced you. 

‘it’s not a big deal,’ you began, wanting to put him out of his misery as quickly as possible, ‘but i do actually have quite a lot of stuff of yours i think.’

you showed him into your apartment and left him standing in the entryway as you scurried to the spare room to retrieve the piles of packages that had been sitting there for almost a month. 

his eyes had widened like saucers by the time you were leaving him to fetch a fourth stack of deliveries, picking up occasional boxes to check the address written on them. 

‘i don’t know why you got all these,’ he told you when you had eventually brought everything through.

‘might have something to do with the fact that they all have my address on them?’

‘they do? no, they all say apartment no.104, that’s where i live.’

you suppressed another laugh as you opened the front door, gesturing to the brass ‘104’ nailed onto the wood. another self-conscious smile stretched across his lips before he opened his mouth to try and explain himself.

‘i… it’s.. i’ve only been living here a couple weeks.. i really thought mine was 104, it doesn’t have numbers like yours, i swear it doesn’t.’

his last frenzied promise must’ve been in response to the bemused chuckle that finally passed your lips at this, but he took your hand and led you out to in front of his door, showing you that there were, in fact, no numbers to be seen.

‘it’s really not a big deal, do you want a hand bringing your stuff over?’

his immediate reaction was in the affirmative, though it only took him about half a second to realise that he had left his apartment without his keys, and that the door had swung shut behind him, and that he was now locked out.

he hid his face in his hands, muttering something about how this is not the way to make a first impression, which you again brushed aside, insisting he could camp out in your apartment until the next morning when he’d be able to give your landlord a call. he offered a grateful smile, and trudged back to your apartment.

you ushered him over to the sofa, where he reluctantly sat down with the bag of chinese he had ordered next to him.

‘i actually always end up over-ordering, so we could definitely share this if you’d want to do that at all?’

you smiled at him from behind the counter of your kitchenette, nodding as you asked him what he’d like to drink.

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Thank you @autumnxsunflower for tagging me on this!

One song for each letter of my username! This took awhile haha

i - Indigo Night by Tamino w - Where The Light Goes by Josh Kramer r - Roads Untraveled by Linkin Park i - Inside by Blue Kid t - The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen e - Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode n - Night Vision Binoculars by Passenger a - Another Lonely Day by Ben Harper r - Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence and the Machine r - Rules by The Hoosiers a - Amhrán na Leabhar (folk song cover by Ilse de Ziah) t - The Only Heartbreaker by Mitski i - I Love You by Woodkid v - Visitor by Of Monsters and Men e - Exile Vilify by The National s - Somehow by Tom Odell a - Air Catcher (alternate version) by Twenty One Pilots n - Never Forget You by The Noisettes d - Demon Kitty Rag by Katzenjammer s - Showbiz by Muse t - 그날 (This Day) by Wax u - Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost f - French Perfume by Great Big Sea f - Fear and Delight by The Correspondents

For fun, I made a playlist if you'd like to take a listen!

Now I'm supposed to tag as many people as there are letters in my username... um, that would be a lot, so I'll just tag a few, but please, do this tag game if it interests you! I'd love to hear what you guys listen to!

@carrotkicks @lucythejudge @kitsquared @pancake-breakfast @originalaccountname @maoutan @sableeira @timeskip @evermorethecrow @kokoasci @sensitiveheartless @justplaggin

[el-dritchknight]

hand in ungloved hand [binxhera playlist]

a soft, sweet playlist for the weaver of fate and her knight of darkness. art by kathe gravel.

my first @d20exchange gift for @ljsarts !! happy holidays 💜

if my heart was a house - owl city

Chills run down my spine / As our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonize with mine / Unmistakably, I can still feel your heart / Beat fast when you dance with me

i wouldn’t mind - he is we

Carefully we'll place for our destiny / You came and you took this heart and set it free / Every word you write and sing is so warm to me / So warm to me I'm torn, I'm torn / To be right where you are / I'm not afraid anymore / I'm not afraid

stand by you - rachel platten

Hands put your empty hands in mine / And scars show me all the scars you hide / And hey, if your wings are broken / Please take mine 'til yours can open too / 'Cause I'm gonna stand by you

hold my hand - jess glynne

Break my bones but you won't see me fall, oh / The rising tide will rise against them all, oh / Darling, hold my hand / Oh, won't you hold my hand?

through the dark - one direction

When the night is coming down / We will find a way through the dark

different kind of love - kid runner

It must've been something / Oh something you said / You're pulling me under / Holding me close Inside of my head

i see the light - mandy moore, zachary levi (tangled ost)

And at last I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted / And at last I see the light, and it's like the sky is new / And it's warm and real and bright, and the world has somehow shifted / All at once everything looks different / Now that I see you

dream state - lucy dacus

Without you, I am surely the last of my kind / We had a lot to measure / We had more past than pleasure / And time grows deep like weeds / You catch me when I'm falling

back up plan - maya hawke

The dream you planted in your forest / Your winter coat in summer storage / Your favorite game, your secret shame, your eyesore / I wanna be anything you've lost that you might be lookin' for

heal - tom odell

And take a heart / And take a hand / Like an ocean takes the dirty sand / And heal, heal, hell, heal

sweet nothing - taylor swift

They said the end is coming / Everyone's up to something / I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

king and lionheart - of monsters and men

And as the world comes to an end / I'll be here to hold your hand / 'Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart

ready now - dodie

You said, "I will listen / Tell me it all You don't like the ending / Then we'll find one that's yours"

when he sees me - sara bareilles

What if when he sees me I like him and he knows it? / What if he opens up a door / And I can't close it? / (What if I only open up?) / What happens then?

entropy - beach bunny

'Cause somebody's gonna figure me out / It's what I am, it's what I was, it's what I wanna become / Yeah, somebody's gonna figure us out / And I hope they do 'cause I'm falling for you, whoa

i would be so pleased - tim di pasqua, deedee magno hall

Is it what I'm worthy of? / Still I have my doubt / Could I live my life for love, after life so long without?/ There's so many ways to go It makes it hard to see/ I need so much more to know, if it's where I'm meant to be

if you love me for me - sierra nelson cover (from barbie: princess and the pauper)

What you see may be deceiving / Truth lies underneath the skin / Hope will blossom by believing / The heart that lies within

[10holmes]

Thanks for the fanfic ask game qs, now it's your turn! :D

I hope these aren't too many qs, but I'd love to know your thoughts:

C, K, M, S, T, V, Y

Thank you :)

Yay! Thanks so much for asking! So excited to answer these questions 😍🙏🏼🎉

The full (very long - sorry!) answer to be found below the cut! 😁

C: What character do you identify with most?

Oooh that's a tricky question... I think I can't boil it down to just one character but a blend of characters? I think the characters I tend to stan and ship are a good indicator bc I usually fixate most on ships and characters that somehow speak to me or that I relate to.

For example with XueXiao, I really identify with Xiao Xingchen in the way that he is kind and helpful to others and follows this ideal of wanting to make the world a better place and leaving the mountain for that, aka a place he could stay placid and content in, to instead do something about the injustices he knows about in the "real world", even if that means facing hardships and pain and struggles.

As for Xue Yang, I really relate to him and see him as my deepest darkest side if I could throw my morality over board. I am someone who whole-heartedly proclaims "eat the rich" and means it, so if I was any more like Xue Yang in the way not to give a fuck, I'd also just kill the people that hurt me or others and go unhinged... 😅🙈 Slight difference between us being I would not kill indiscriminately and for the fun of it or for the slightest offense but really only target corrupt rich people and super capitalists and fascists that have it coming for them 🤭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

I really don't want to spoil anything, but it has to do with an alternative chapter / ending I came up with for my LiuJiu A/B/O fic. I love happy endings as much as the next fanfic reader but sometimes I just want to make myself and others hurt. And this one will hopefully make my readers scream.

Also there's a XueXiao reincarnation fic WIP I can't wait to post. It's nearly finished and I wrote it while listening to Tom Odell's "Another Love" on repeat - which should give you enough of a vibe to imagine the angst level of this fic. I'll just say this much: unrequited love 🤭👍🏼

Sorry I can't be more specific but I really don't want to spoil anything more😅🙈

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd like to share?

Maybe it's because I'm too young to know that phrasing or maybe it's a native speaker thing but I had to google what this meant first and hope Google got it right 😅🤣

My WIP file is massive... To give you a glimpse: Next to the ones mentioned above I've also started:

- an angsty post-canon Beefleaf fic, where SQX is haunted by a hanging ghost and made to kill herself but HX intervenes and they start their journey of reconciling, don't know if I'll ever finish it...

- a VegasPete vampire / vampire hunter AU based on a Tumblr prompt and gif-set post but I'll very likely never continue that...

- a LiuJiu AU where SJ is present during the events of SVSSS and LQQ knows SY is an imposter and now tries to bring back SJ into his former body. This has angst and hurt written into every line. Sadly it's merely all in my head...

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Enemies to Lovers always hits! It's my jam!

Also the angstier the merrier! Hit me with the feels, the pain, the hurt, the agony! Doesn't even have to have a happy ending, I'm a sucker for being emotionally destroyed and also emotionally destroying my readers (though I tend to give them a happy ending at least) 😈🤣👍🏼

And, like you, omegaverse is my guilty pleasure - the smuttier the better 😏

And speaking of guilty pleasures I also have to say monster-fuck AUs are on the menu as well... There have been some really good SongXueXiao ones, I've read. Didn't know that was something I'd ever be into - my 14 year old self would probably be appalled. But here we are 🤣🤣

Soulmate and Fated Pair AUs are something I like to dig into as well.

And I'm also really into mermaid AUs. Especially when one is human and the fic gives off The Little Mermaid vibes.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I don't know why but any modern day AUs especially High School AUs... I just can't read it. The most I will do is mob boss / mafia or reincarnation where they slowly uncover their past, but if canon events are set in modern times/contexts I don't really like it for some reason 😅

But I'm actually quite open to a lot of fics and it's mostly not the tropes I can't stand but characterisation or writing style 😅🙈

V: If you could write the sequel/prequel to any fanfic out there (not you own) which would it be?

Bruh... What a difficult question... I haven't ever thought about writing continuations or pre-quels for existing fic as I love them the way they are and mostly just in between imagine possible canon-divergences if the characters had made different choices...

But I guess, from the top of my head, I'd like to write a sequel to "Mark of Jasmine" to give LiuJiu an alternative or reincarnation happy ending because they've really been played in that one... 🙈😅

Y: A character you want to protect?

So many. All my little blorbos and meow meows. On the top of that list - obviously - Xue Yang. But I'd also step in front of my best bois Loki and Shen Jiu to shield them. They deserve so much better 💕😭

Now thanks again for the ask and for reading this long-ass reply, it was my pleasure 🤣

[katalysticdream]

Best friend appreciation

Throughout most of my childhood, I was alone.

People come and go everytime, no matter what I do. At a very young age I understood how it felt to be abandoned by the people who you thought were going to stay with you for the rest of your life.

Ever since that day, I've been a loner.

There was no Yin to my Yang.

Mostly because I've cut myself off from others, believing that if I ever let them get tok close, they would betray me or abandon me. I couldn't bring myself to trust others anymore.

Until you.

You were just supposed to be another person I occasionally had a conversation with, a stranger, nobody special in my life.

But somehow you changed that.

No matter how much I tried to push you away, to cut myself off from you or to get you to leave me, you stayed.

You stuck by my side, encouraged me, argued with me, comforted me.

I let you break through my tough walls.

I was convinced for the longest time that something would happen, I just needed to wait for that 'something'.

Like a scared child I shut my eyes tight and prepared myself for the harsh hit, but it never came.

Instead of a reality slap to the face, you gave a warm hug of comfort.

Through this, you changed me for the better.

Im so thankful everyday that I met you, because without you I wouldn't be here today.

You convinced me to give people and myself another chance in kindness. And although I've never expressed my gratitude to you verbally, I hope you know every day how much I love you.

Everyone around me left when I needed them most, especially the one I wrongfully set my trust in.

Only you were determined to stay by my side and change with me for the past 4 years that we have known each other.

So thank you for staying with me.

Thank you for not giving up on me.

Thank you for not abandoning me or replacing me.

I love you and will trust you until the end of time.

[mephicchi]

Tagged by @vondieerde thank youuuuu!!!! I did not expect to ever be tagged in such a thing

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favorite color: if we're talking colours then most definitely red or specifically Bordeaux, wine red, but if we're talking shades, well, I almost only wear black so yeah.

last song: does it count if I listened to a song after I already read that I'd need to answer this question? Well, I think the last thing I listened to before I opened Tumblr this morning was "Take me to Church" by Hozier, but the last actual thing I listened to as of the time I am writing this was "Another Love" by Tom Odell

last movie: V for Vendetta, I rewatched it because why the hell not and I can confirm, it is still good. Looking back on it I should have waited until the 5th of November to rewatch it once again but eh.

currently watching: nothing honestly, not for a lack of wanting to watch anything, but for lack of motivation and honestly commitment to starting a show and actually ending it

other stuff i watched this year: this year was a total nostalgia year, I just kind of rewatched a bunch of stuff and thought of what my life was like back when I first watched them (I'm gonna act like I'm not literally 18 and "back then" doesn't mean like a couple of years ago), I did also watch a few things in cinema like Barbie and Oppenheimer.

shows i dropped this year/didn't finish: the third season of The Witcher released but honestly after the second one I'd rather just....not,aside from that though there's a bunch of anime that I watched a single episode of and then just dropped with the same reasoning as I mentioned earlier

currently reading: nothing :( I tell myself I really want to start reading but then I take a book into my hands and stop after a few pages and don't look at it again for a few months... I bough the Witcher book series a few years back and have finished a total 2 out of 7 books... recently I've gotten really interested in Discworld and thought about buying the Death novel series but ahhh I know I wouldn't read them and they'd rot in my bookshelf

currently listening to: anything my YouTube mix gives me, my music taste is incredibly all over the place that I'll be listening to game soundtracks one day, some kind of metal another, then maybe a few love songs and at the end of the week perhaps I'll travel back into the 80s

currently working on: does telling my 3d printer to print something for a project count as working on said project? Aside from the fact that I just press a few funny buttons for it, I'm working on some paint and paint brush holders for all my, well, paints and paint brushes, I'm telling myself that I'll finally start painting all my warhammer miniatures if my hobby table is more organized but I doubt I can convince myself to get motivated even if it is..... Worth a shot though.

current obsession: you know, there's this weird pale elf in some video game called Baldurs Gate 3, he's pretty alright but I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with him, aside from that I've been violently absorbing Warhammer Fantasy lore because it somehow caught me within it's fangs.

tagging: @waza8163 @josephinebrause