#lisn

[kitty-c4t]

Bingo thing: biblically accurate angel

[buttercatrho]

Sayonika scribble that I thinkkk is kinda ventish? but not enough for me not to post

[kassycreations]

listening to cuphead music makes me want to become a rubberhose cartoon character and just be whimsical and silly

[smulnsander]

I'm churning out a personality 4 charon and I keep forgetting the headcannons I'm developing aren't cannon and im like :(((((( but also I love him so like :)))))) I guess

[echo-echo31]

if you see me here i shouldnt be here i should be writing pls send help

[coldnerdnacho]

Never knew enemies to fake friends to real best friends to soulmates is my ultimate trope

Here's another song dedicated to merthur cuz their feelings can't be explained without song

Dildaar hai rab vargaa

Hooo meraa yaar hai rab vargaa

My companion is like God

My lover is like God

Wo noor kaa jharnaa hai

Main pyaas puraani

Mainey aankh se gattak liyaa

Us husan kaa paanee

He is the lake of beauty

I am old thirst

I drank with eyes

the water of that beauty

Use taktey taktey taktey umar guzaarun

Koyi aur khayaal jo aaye jhat sey utaarun

I pass my life staring him

If some other thought comes, I leave that at sudden

Ishq karun yaa karun ibaadat

Ishq karun yaa karun ibaadat

Ekko hi gal ai..

Whether I love or worship

Whether I love or worship

Both are the same thing

Alfoo Allah, alfoo Allah

Alfoo Allah hu... (4 times)

God is first

God is before all..

[socksandbuttons]

HE GLOWS

[treecakes]

i still can’t figure out where they’re gonna leave off this season they literally just had an entire episode where they held hands. presumably. they’ll finish book 1.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

magu remains having only one work thats a miss with me and not even bc its not good just bc i disagree with it. indisputably the Fave producer

[mindmushyyyy]

Hey Reminder to anyone reading this make some time could eb hourse or thrity or so minuts to just put on some clalming music and old record clasical music whatever you like curl up with your favorit pillows and blakckets get confy.. build a pillow fort.And start doing some sketching sewing catch up on that book youve been meaning to read spend some time reading fan ficiton maby just watch a confort show whatever simple slow paced random mudain thing you enjoy just because. fuck it get a nice little snack to with some hot tea or soda too. And just slow and apriciate it apricate you and how far youve come and relax youve earned it. You dont need to be anyhting great you just need to be thats more than enof.

[jatlokgwo]

litl becuz of eatin problems n feel bad

is like the firs time that i was ever little i don like it 3:

[schleckermaul]

   THIS DOESN'T FEEL PARTICULARLY FAIR. or, well, maybe it is, because this isn't a style of fighting that's familiar for break. he's not necessarily fighting enemies in a way that's most efficient. instead, he's staying close to agape— the actual version of him, the original, making sure none of their enemies get close enough to harm him, while simultaneously attempting to not draw too much attention towards his location. it's trickier than what break is used to. while chains come in all shapes and sizes, with their own issues to work around when you're trying to kill them, this is a delicate strategy that needs a different kind of communication with mad hatter.   

   right now, it's mostly singular orders, telling break where to strike, keeping his eyes closed for most of the battle to be able to concentrate on his other senses better. his sword connects with scales, he turns it the tiniest amount, and it touches flesh, slides through a body that slumps over, screeches into his ear without much of a voice as it dies on his blade, and break uses the momentum to propel himself into the next enemy, feeling concentrated, feeling focused. there's no time for the aches in his body in the middle of battle.   

   he hasn't felt this efficient in a while, reduced to the bare necessities, the left and right, the up and down, perfectly content with letting mad hatter guide him, here.      

   though, to be quite honest, he's not entirely sure if he's stabbed one of agape's copies. there's so many of them, and break spent a fair chunk of this battle in their midst, there's a fairly high possibility some of them ended up being casualties. but as long as it's not the real agape, that should be fine, right? he's never met somebody with this power before, and later on, when they're done with this entire ordeal, he'd love to talk to agape about it further.   

   and, with the last enemy slain, mad hatter quieting down, break wanders to where he perceives the true agape to be. he's covered in— well, he's covered in something. he's fairly sure the monsters they were fighting were lizard-like, judging by their scales, but standing on two legs, humanoid, meeting his height. slashed with their claws once or twice, it's mostly the usual exhaustion settling in, though even that's lessened by the smaller amount of communication he and mad hatter needed to win this fight. either way, it's blood, but perhaps not red.   

   ' don't relax just yet, ' break hums, a soft warning as he slides his cane across the ground until it touches the tip of agape's shoe. found! ' there'll be more. stronger, presumably. how are you holding up? did any of them get to you? '

@love-shutdown / event starter call

[tinybar]

(Tiny)

[twsted-idiot]

VIL AND EPEL PRETTY…

[ohbueckers]

WHAT’S MY NAME? hey, girl, i really wanna be with you.

THIS IS PART SIX! pairing, paige bueckers x tutor!oc. notes, i apologize, that’s it… but not really because it was so silly and fun to write like oops. warnings, minimal sexual content, angst/arguing.

the morning came quickly. or atleast that’s what it felt like as the sunlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains of lisns’s apartment. paige lay sprawled out on the couch, her legs dangling over the edge as she watched liana move around the kitchen. things hadn’t felt this right in a long time, and it was safe to say the blonde was comfortable. too comfortable.

the night before wasn’t just new territory, it was the two of them sinking deeper into something neither knew how to navigate. it wasn’t a mistake, right?

“i seriously think you’re gonna burn that,” paige teased, watching liana struggle to angle the spatula as it was time to flip the pancakes she’d been whipping up for the past twenty minutes. luckily, paige had a late practice today. meaning they definitely took their time getting out of her this morning.

liana shot her a glare over her shoulder, switching her weight to her opposite leg as she went into full attempt-mode again. “you have so little faith in me, p, that’s crazy. what’s a relationship without trust?” the question wasn’t mean to be more than a joke, but the silence made it more serious. and the fucking r&b coming from the living room tv.

paige had already been up from the couch, strolling on over to lean against the counter behind her. she licked her lips, furrowing her eyebrows as she fought to say something that would make this any less awkward.

“is that what this is?”

but before she could let liana answer her question, she backed it up with something a little more light-hearted. “i trust you.” her voice was quieter than before. “i’ont trust them pancake skills. but i trust you.”

liana paused, spatula frozen in her hand for a second as paige’s words washed through her. she felt the seriousness in them, even as she tried to play it off. this was paige’s way of saying she wasn’t running from it, and liana, however, didn’t know how to take it.

a soft smile tugged at the girl with the dark curl’s lips as she exhaled, finally turning to face paige for a moment. “good,” she murmured, and then she was back to the pan. “because i trust you, too. pancakes and all.”

paige chuckled, her shoulders moving with her as her head dropped. but before she could say anything else, liana’s voice cut through. “now stop distracting me,” she scolded, tongue darting out to her bottom lip as she refocused on the stove, the serious cook-mode kicking in once more.

“me? distracting?” paige replied in an exaggerated, high-pitched voice, her grin widening as she straightened up. without a second thought, she snuck up behind liana, quick and stealthy, her long fingers finding the sensitive spots at her sides as she began tickling her.

liana yelped, her body jolting forward as her spatula clattered against the counter. “paige!” she squealed, trying to squirm away, but it was too late. paige’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind, trapping her in a hold as her hands moved everywhere on her stomach. her laughter filled the small apartment, high-pitched and breathless, as paige leaned into her, pressing sloppy kisses against the back of her neck and shoulders.

“you’re gonna make me burn them!”

“that’s the plan.”

liana squealed again, louder this time, as paige’s kisses turned sloppier, her arms tightening just enough to keep her in place. “okay, okay! You win!” she finally gasped, her laughter breaking through the words as she sagged into her hold. “i give up. just stop kissing me like a dog, please.”

paige’s laughter rang out behind her, bright and uninhibited as she finally loosened her grip, letting her forehead rest against the back of her shoulder. “sloppy kisses are my specialty,” she said, still chuckling, as she pressed one final one to her neck before stepping back.

liana turned around, still smiling as her cheeks flushed from laughter and maybe a little from something else. she swatted at paige’s arm, but it was light, and the blonde always seemed to be able to catch them before they came, dodging it. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet,” paige drawled, pointing her finger at her and stepping closer again, her grin never fading, “you still let me stay.”

paige strode into practice, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. the past few days with liana had been everything, and there was no other way to put it. the smile lingering on her lips wasn’t one she could shake, not that she really wanted to. everything between them had just been easy (undoubtedly the calm before the storm).

liana had been her escape after long practices and stressful days, a place where everything outside of the two of them just didn’t matter. paige would pick her up after team events, swing by her apartment whenever she could, and stay as late as possible before sneaking out in the early mornings, quietly shutting the door behind her like she wasn’t already thinking about the next time they’d be together.

they hadn’t officially put a label on it, and paige convinced herself she wasn’t in any rush to do so. but for now, things were good. really good. even her teammates had noticed how much lighter she seemed, but paige played it off. there was no need to give them the details. this was hers and liana’s—something they were still figuring out together.

as she walked across the gym, the sound of her teammates’ voices reached her ears, but she stayed in her own thoughts until aaliyah’s voice cut through.

“yo, p!” aaliyah called, waving her phone from the far end of the gym, her voice laced with something paige couldn’t quite place yet. “have you seen twitter?”

paige’s heart dropped down to her ass at the way her teammates were gathered around, all of them grinning like they were in on some inside joke. she dropped her duffel bag next to the bench and made her way over, already sensing this was about to be some kind of mess.

“do i want to?” she asked reluctantly, raising an eyebrow. kk and ice were already trying—and failing—to suppress their laughter, while aaliyah’s phone was shoved in her face.

“you definitely wanna see this,” aaliyah smirked, her eyes gleaming as paige took the phone and glanced at the tweet on the screen. the words blurred for a second before they clicked, and when they did, paige’s stomach dropped, even as a laugh threatened to escape.

“think i just saw paige bueckers rizzing up in her car.”

paige blinked, scrolling down to see that the tweet had gone viral, racking up tens of thousands of likes and retweets. “wait, what? when was this?” her mind raced back through the past week, and then it hit her—the night she picked up liana and her friends. they’d been sitting in the parking lot of her apartment complex, talking, maybe getting a little too close. that was too long ago, though. it must’ve been posted and only gotten attention until recently.

“no photos, though,” nika chimed in, grinning as she tapped at her own phone. “just that tweet, but it’s blowing up. like, really blowing up.”

paige’s brows furrowed as she scrolled through the replies, trying to process what she was seeing. some of the comments were wild, ranging from harmless jokes to conspiracy theories about her love life. one of the replies stood out:

“nah, paige is different 😂”

underneath it, someone else had written:

“knew she had that game. paige bueckers out here making moves.”

her stomach flipped as she kept reading. as much as she wanted to laugh it off, there was an uneasiness gnawing at her. it wasn’t like people didn’t talk about her all the time—being a public figure came with its share of attention—but this felt different. this was about her and liana, something she hadn’t been prepared to be public. fuck, her closest friends were barely in the loop.

kk snickered, leaning over her shoulder. “rizzing during the season is crazy,” she teased, nudging paige playfully.

paige forced a laugh, playing it off like it was no big deal. “they reaching, for real.” she shot back, tossing the phone back to aaliyah.

the blonde finally sat down on the bench, her back against the wall as she laced up her sneakers. her teammates were still making jokes, but their voices faded as she pulled out her phone, unable to resist the urge to check the tweet herself.

she opened twitter, and there it was. it was surreal seeing her name attached to something so casual, a moment she hadn’t even thought twice about. but now it was all out there, and people were talking. a lot.

paige scrolled through the replies, most of them filled with jokes about her “rizz,” but as she kept reading, some of the comments started to shift.

“man, bueckers is supposed to be locked in during the season, and here she is flirting in parking lots? focus on the game.”

“so this is what she’s been up to lately… no wonder her shooting’s been off.”

her chest tightened at that one. she hadn’t noticed her performance slipping, but of course, there was always someone ready to tear her down the moment she wasn’t at 100%. paige bit her lip, scrolling further as she held her phone between her legs.

“i’m a fan and all, but if paige is letting a girl affect her game, that’s a problem. we need her locked in if we’re winning that natty.”

the mix of fans and critics got under her skin. a week ago, everything had been perfect—just her and liana, no outside noise. but now, it felt like people were trying to poke holes in something she hadn’t even fully figured out herself. it didn’t help that she hadn’t exactly told anyone about them, at least not officially. to the world, it was all speculation, but even that was enough to make her feel exposed.

she read a few more, the section feeling like something she couldn’t take her eyes off of.

“y’all acting like she’s the first athlete to date during the season. relax.”

“still my goat. let her live, she’s in college.”

at least some people were on her side, but the others… they made her doubt herself. was this really a distraction? her teammates would tell her, right? was she letting herself get too caught up in something she wasn’t ready for? she’d been so sure that liana wasn’t affecting her game, but now that the conversation was out in the open, she couldn’t help but second-guess it.

paige was still lost in her thoughts, phone still in hand as she ran a hand down her ponytail when geno cut through to get practice started.

the team scrambled to their feet, and paige clicked her phone off, shoving it back into her pocket. she couldn’t let this mess with her head. not here, not now.

the evening had started so differently.

paige and liana had been wrapped up in each other, a tangled mess of limbs and laughter. they’d found themselves like this almost too many times to count, but it was a good feeling regardless. it was a late night, one that had stretched long after paige’s practice, and, as usual, she found herself here, with liana, right where she wanted to be.

despite the recent chaos—namely the twitter incident that had blown up and left paige feeling unsettled—tonight was different. it always was with liana, and paige wasn’t even sure she knew about it. it’s not like she wanted to talk about it, though. liana made her forget, and what was the point it making her stress out about it when it was nothing?

they had settled into a nest of pillows and blankets on liana’s bed, and every touch seemed to erase the stress of the day, leaving behind only the warmth of their connection. paige kissed her deeply, hands trailing up her sides, pulling her closer until they were practically one. liana responded just as eagerly, her fingers finding the abs underneath paige’s shirt, moving around exploratory. it was all too easy between them—too easy to get lost in the heat of the moment, to forget that anything outside of this existed.

paige groaned softly against her mouth, hand gripping her neck a little tighter. they pulled away for breaths frequently, or just to look at each other. admire what was theirs.

a knock at the front door cut through, liana’s head turning nearly immediately as paige’s lips were left slightly glistened and parted. she continued her movements despite the interruption, lips trailing down her jaw. the movement tickled a bit, eliciting some soft giggles from liana.

“mm, i thought we were past our interruption days,” paige mumbled, lips wandering wherever her little heart desired them to go.

liana laughed aloud, her hand moving up paige’s back to find a comfortable spot. “that’s the food,” she said, her voice light. “gotta feed my division one athlete, right?”

paige smiled against liana’s neck, her breath warm and tender. “you’re right about that,” she replied, her voice beginning to soften. “but you know, i wouldn’t mind if we had a little more time before we had to deal with real life.”

liana’s smile widened as she pulled back slightly, maintaining their eye contact. “you know i’d love that too,” she said, giving her one last, or maybe two soft pecks before paige let her go, slipping out from under the covers to head towards the door.

paige watched liana go, her eyes tracing the gentle sway of her hips as she moved, leaning back on her arms with the fattest smirk on her face. liana was everything paige wanted, everything, and everything about this felt right—being with her had become a comfort she craved. something she couldn’t believe she’d been missing out on for so long. a small smile played on her lips, her mind already drifting to how they’d spend the rest of their night.

but as her gaze drifted, something caught her eye. liana’s phone sat on the nightstand, the screen lighting up briefly with a notification. and then another one. her smile faltered.

she really didn’t plan on being nosey. looking, that is. but as more texts came through, her gut got the better of her. with furrowed brows, she leaned over, seeing naomi’s name flash across the screen. contact still saved, and immediately recognizable. she never changed it. her heart dropped instantly, and without thinking, paige sat up and reached for the phone, pulling the charging cord off as her chest tightened. she stood slowly, gripping the phone in her hand as she studied the texts that had piled up within the last few minutes.

her mind went blank for a second, blue hues fixed on the screen like she’d just been slapped in the face. she wasn’t trying to jump to conclusions, but how could she not? and with it came all the unresolved tension, the unspoken questions, the doubts she hadn’t voiced because she trusted liana. or, at least, she thought she did.

the door creaked back open, and liana strolled back in with the takeout bags in her hands, a small smile still on her face. but as she saw paige standing there, her phone clutched in her hand, that smile faltered—replaced by a moment of confusion, then recognition. it only took a second for her to realize what paige might’ve seen, and the slight guilt that flashed across her face confirmed it.

“p,” liana started sternly as she took a cautious step forward, setting the bags down. “can i have my phone back?”

her tone was careful, like she was trying to diffuse the situation before it even blew up, laced with an edge of authority like she was trying to keep everything calm, like she had control of the situation. but paige wasn’t having it. she tightened her grip on the phone, keeping it just out of liana’s reach as she stepped back, eyes locked down on her like she was crazy.

“for what?” paige snapped, her voice sharp, eyes narrowing in accusation. “so you can keep textin’ naomi? that’s what we doin’ now?” liana felt everything like a punch to the gut. and as much as she wanted to explain, to say that it wasn’t what she thought, she knew there wasn’t anything she could say that would make this moment any easier. paige wasn’t in the mood to listen, and she could see it written all over her face. but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try.

she took another step forward, arms lifting slightly like she was approaching something fragile, something on the verge of breaking. “just give me my phone—“

“nah,” paige cut her off, yanking the phone back so it was higher in the air. “unless you plan on opening this phone, i’ont wanna hear it.”

liana swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she hesitated. she knew she wasn’t entirely innocent, but it wasn’t like that. or at least, she had convinced herself it wasn’t. naomi texting her shouldn’t mean this much. she had nothing to hide, right? but paige’s reaction, the way she was looking at her like she’d been betrayed—it was too much to brush off.

“paige,” liana tried again, this time softer, stepping toward her like she was trying to close the distance, close the gap this was creating. “it’s not what you think, you didn’t even let me expl—“

“you don’t need to.” paige’s laugh was bitter, cutting her off. “you been having it both ways this entire time, huh?” you can miss me with that. you can’t be fuckin’ with me and still keep her around like some backup plan.”

they weren’t listening to each other. that was the issue.

liana’s eyes flickered, and paige caught the crack in her armor—the guilt she was so desperately trying to hide. she could feel it now, everything bubbling to the surface. paige had been right, and liana knew it. but instead of apologizing, instead of owning up, she doubled down, digging her heels in like she had something to prove.

“you never asked me to be your girl,” liana shot back, her voice rising as she shook her head, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. she wasn’t sure the two of them arguing and being in each other’s vicinity was the best idea. the words were defensive, sharp. “we never made it official. so yeah, i’m still figuring shit out. how is that a crime?”

paige’s breath caught in her throat. she felt the sting of them, like liana had just yanked the rug out from under her. and for a second, the hurt was so raw, so visceral, she almost flinched. but instead of backing down, which would’ve made such a difference, instead of showing that pain, she pushed forward, her eyes narrowing into something cold, something dangerous.

“you serious?”

“as ever.”

“you wanna play technicalities? bet,” paige nodded her head, poking her bottom lip out as she rounded the bed corner to stand in front of liana, needing to see her face. needing to see every look. “you wanna act like you ain’t mine just ‘cause i didn’t slap a label on it? fine. but don’t sit here and act like i didn’t give you more than anybody else ever has.”

liana’s lips parted, looking up in confusion and defensiveness as her stomach twisted into knots. “what are you—”

“don’t act dumb, liana,” paige cut her off again, her voice low, biting, as she met her eyes, locked on them unrelentingly. “i’m the one who took your virginity. i’m the one you trusted with that, not her.“

liana flinched, her face flushing a little. she was embarrassed. her heart pounded harder if that were possible, the weight of her words suffocating her. but before she could respond, the blonde wasn’t done. her words kept coming, each one slicing deeper.

“you really gon’ stand there and tell me that shit didn’t mean nothing to you?” her voice cut through the room with a venom she’d never used before. in fact, liana had never expected anything like it to leave her mouth. the hurt she’d been holding back was now spilling out, masked by complete anger. “after all the nights we spent together, all the times you told me how much you needed me, you really gon’ downplay that? say it didn’t matter just ‘cause we didn’t put a fuckin’ title on it?”

liana’s mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come. she didn’t know how to respond, because she was right. she had trusted paige with something she hadn’t given to anyone else, something she hadn’t even given to fucking naomi, and now that was being thrown back in her face. she felt cornered, the weight of her mistakes crashing down on her, but instead of admitting it, she did quite the opposite.

“stop,” liana finally managed, her voice shaky, her defenses cracking but still there. she held up her hand, let her head hang low along with her voice. “you sound just like her. you know that?”

paige’s eyes flared, her lips parting as if she’d just been struck. “what the fuck did you just say?” her tone dropped, like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “don’t do that.”

“okay—“ liana backtracked, realizing she might’ve pushed just as far.

the blonde didn’t give her any time to. “nah, don’t do that. i’ve never came close to doing you how she did. i’ve been upfront with you about everything since day one. and this—” she waved liana’s phone in the air before tossing it onto the bed behind her, “this is how you repay me?”

liana’s head shot up. “and yet you still knew! you knew about her this entire time. you still went after me, knowing everything. so don’t act like i’m the only one who fucked up here.”

paige froze, swallowing down whatever jab she planned on saying next. you knew about her this entire time. you still went after me, knowing everything. the truth in those words stung like a loss, and for a moment, she stood there, rooted in place. her jaw clenched, but the fire in her chest didn’t go out. she couldn’t let it.

but she was right.

paige did know. she’d known from the start how complicated things were. she knew the moment at ted’s when liana said it wasn’t that serious. she knew that liana wasn’t over naomi, knew that whatever they had between them would be messy and tangled in all the wrong ways. and yet, she had still pursued her, convinced herself that what they had could rise above it. that she could be the one to pull liana out of her confusion, out of her hesitation. she’d known this entire time, and kept it in the back of her head because of how much she fucking liked her.

she’d walked into it with her eyes wide open.

still, the anger wouldn’t leave. she couldn’t let liana off that easily, couldn’t let herself be the only one to carry the blame here, and unfortunately, that was the issue. neither of them would just let up.

“you told me you were gonna handle it, liana. what the fuck am i supposed to think?”

liana bit the inside of her cheek, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill. “i told you i was gonna talk to her. you knew i had to,” she finally responded, her voice wavering despite her best efforts to stay hard headed. “but you… you’ve never been patient with me, paige. you came on so strong. you expect me to just—” she stopped herself, shaking her head, exhaling sharply. “you expect too much.”

paige pressed her lips into a thin line, her arms crossing defensively, and her voice dropped. “yeah? well, maybe i expect too much because you made me think i could.”

liana scoffed, her shoulders shifting as she clasped her hands together in her lap, like this were some important board meeting and she were the boss. it felt like it. like she was at the end of the table with the fate of where they went after this in her hands. “i made you think you could? you yourself came in like a wrecking ball from day one. you don’t know how to let shit breathe.“ she chuckled, although it wasn’t funny. nothing about this was funny.

paige’s jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing, but she didn’t fire back immediately. it was like they were both too exhausted to keep going but couldn’t let it end here either.

“you wanna act like this is all on me?” paige asked, her voice quieter now as she looked at liana. she hadn’t been looking her in the eye all night, and it hurt. “i did so much for you, liana. and all i asked for was for you to be real with me.”

“i want to be with you,” liana blurted, her voice barely above a whisper, as if admitting it would somehow make things easier. she looked up, eyes finding her familiar blue ones that looked just sad, but it was buried deep beneath the layers of frustration.

paige sucked in, her arms uncrossing and falling to her sides as she took a small step forward. her expression had softened, and she looked at liana like she was everything she ever wanted, and it was killing her that they couldn’t just figure this out. because unfortunately, that was exactly how she felt. “then why can’t it be that easy?” paige asked, her voice rough, breaking.

“you want everything right now,” liana said, her voice cracking at the end, eyes glossing over. her hands fidgeted in her lap, a sign of her unraveling. “and i don’t know how to give it to you.”

“so what?” paige’s voice broke, filled with a rawness that made liana look up, watching as her tall figure moved to her knees so they could be at eye level. “you’re just gonna push me away instead of tryin’? just gonna let this go?”

liana shook her head, not in any response, but to convince herself this wasn’t happening. it wasn’t that she didn’t care, because she did. too much. it was the fact that tonight had made them both come to terms with everything they’d been avoiding since meeting each other, and it was almost too much to bear.

paige licked her lips as she waited for something—anything from liana. her chest felt heavy, her mind replaying every moment before this—the way liana had looked at her when she saw noami’s name on the phone, the split second of panic she had caught before liana had smoothed her expression. it hadn’t felt right. it hadn’t felt honest. but she wasn’t naive enough to think that she was perfect, she knew the argument had gotten heated and filled with a few unmeaningful words. she knew she could come on too strong sometimes. but the worst part was… she wasn’t even entirely sure she’d overreacted, and she needed more than anything for liana to say something that wasn’t off putting. to say that that it wouldn’t end just like this. because not only would it confirm things, but it would hurt like fuck.

liana stared at her, mumbling a, “i… i don’t know what to say.” her throat was tight, and she could feel the tears welling up, finger gliding just under her waterline to get rid of them.

paige looked at her, eyes pleading, almost begging. “don’t say anything,” she whispered back, her own voice cracking, “just… try. just give us a chance. you can do that.”

liana didn’t know how to give paige exactly what she wanted, not when she wasn’t even sure what she wanted herself. and with a deep breath, the only thing that came out was the one thing she knew she couldn’t take back.

“just go.”

“what?” paige’s voice was low, but there was a tremor in it now, face holding an entirely different expression as her eyebrows furrowed.

barely audible but final, liana let out a, “you should go.”

paige sat there, a little dumbfounded as if she hadn’t even heard it. she searched liana’s face for some sign that this wasn’t real, that she didn’t actually mean it. but it was there—the hesitation, the guilt, and something else. fucking defeat.

the silence between them was unbearable, and paige felt her chest tighten as the reality settled in. this was happening. they had been on the edge, teetering for weeks, and now they were falling. hard.

“really? that’s what you want?” it wasn’t a question she expected an answer to, and yet she still said it, and waited around for a reply. she could already feel the walls coming up, her heart hardening against the hurt that was creeping in. the kind of hurt that made you second-guess everything. made you wonder if you’d ever really known someone at all. liana didn’t say anything, just stared down at her lap, hands clenched tightly together.

running a shaky hand over her face, she sucked in a sharp breath. blonde hair fell messily over her face as she moved around the room, gathering her things—shoes, jacket, keys—each movement more mechanical than the last. it felt surreal, like she was watching herself from outside her own body.

liana still hadn’t said anything. not a word. not a sound.

paige’s jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists as she threw her jacket over her shoulder and walked out of the room, hand lingering on the knob as she slammed it behind her.

it was the kind of pause where she hoped—just for a split second—that maybe liana would say something. stop her. call her back.

but the silence was louder than anything liana could’ve said.

[coldnerdnacho]

‘Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, and loving you was not in my control. That’s why I love you, and you are my everything in this world.’

‘You are not just the center of my life, but my entire life. I live in this world because of you as you are everything to me.’

‘You are the reason behind my laughter and smile because you are my everything.’

Imagine being so deeply entwined that your bond with them is beyond space and time, out of this world. It encompasses the entire universe yet is like that tiny throb in your heart that doesn't let you breathe but makes you feel alive. Ever wished you had something even close to what they have? To be floating in the sea of warmth of love. To rise and the first thing you see is the smile you cherish the most in the world...

Kabhi gardishon ka maara

Sometimes beaten up by the sky

Kabhi khwaishon se haara

Sometimes losing all desires

Roothe chaand ka hai chakor

It's like a bird of the upset moon

Zara se bhi samjhaute se

Even for a small deal

Yeh parhez rakhta hai kyun

It keeps itself distant from it

Maane na kabhi koi zor

It doesn't crumble under any pressure

Duniya jahaan ki bandishon ki

The barriers of the world

Yeh kahan parwah kare

It doesn't care about them

Jab kheenche teri dor

When your string pulls it

Kheenche teri dor

When your string pulls it

Manchala mann chala teri ore

My carefree heart is coming towards you

Manchala mann chala teri ore

My carefree heart is coming towards you

Khamoshiyon ki sooraton mein

In the face of silence

Dhoondhe tera shor

It's seeking your sound

Dhoondhe tera shor

It's seeking your sound

Manchala mann chala teri ore

My carefree heart is coming towards you

Manchala mann chala teri ore

My carefree heart is coming towards you