#angst is here bitches

[sid3buns]

Hello, my old heart How have you been? Are you still there inside my chest?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[toxinoire]

Kara never thought of it when Lena first asked her this question.

"What if someone says; in like a few years maybe, I'd be...gone?" Lena asks, staring at the distance.

Kara got confused at this question. But decided to answer anyway. "Well, I'd most likely, punch them or something. I'm not letting that happen."

Lena chuckled. "You're right...I guess it's just another existential crisis."

"Want to talk about it?" Kara asks softly. Lena just smiles at her. "No, darling. It's alright. It's just one of those times."

"Well, if you need anything...food, movies, a hug, I'm right here."

Lena laughs and nods. "Got that."

She didn't ask that question for no reason. She isn't sure if Kara already figured this fact out already, but their time is limited. Because Kara won't die unless she gets killed with Kryptonite or the day the yellow sun flying over them dies.

Lena knows there's a chance that Kara's life could be at stake at any given moment, but at the same time...there's a possibility that she could have Kara for the rest of her life. While Kara won't have Lena, nor the rest of their family for the rest of her life.

See here's the thing, Kara knew that. But ignorance is a bliss, as they say. She pretends that the day won't come.

But...maybe she indulged herself too much.

Because right now, Kara, swear to Rao, drops the car she's currently carrying as her eyes widen in fear. Through a window, not that big, but big enough for her to witness it firsthand.

Lena, sweet, gentle, beautiful Lena, with a knife pierced through her neck. She heard the enemy responsible for it, the one who's back is facing the window, laugh. Fucking laugh. Kara and Lena make eye contact through the window, Lena smiling gently, softly, warmly, at her. Muttering something no human could hear, but Kara heard so clearly. Her voice as soft as her gaze.

"I love you."

Kara barges in, breaking the whole wall, she rushes to her, hoping she could still save her. Hoping she wouldn't lose her. She can't lose Lena, she just can't.

However, it was too late. The knife stabbed a very fatal spot, and Kara witnesses Lena drop to the ground.

Kara can no longer hear her heartbeat.

"Aww, look at Supergirl. The Paragon of Hope, looking hopeless-"

Before this asshole can finish, Kara pushes him, actually pushes him off the broken wall, she hears him scream and plummet down, but she doesn't care.

"Lena?"

Nothing.

"Please, no. No. Fuck. Please don't leave me, don't take her too, please." Kara tries to get help, but to no avail.

Lena Luthor's death was publicly announced two days later. Many were happy at the fact that there was not a single Luthor left. The Superfriends grieved in their own ways. At least some people in the city actually acknowledged what Lena did for the world and paid their respects. The Superfriends tried to comfort Kara. She appreciates it, of course, but it won't bring Lena, Kara's...everything, back to her.

Now everywhere she goes, Kara just sees Lena.

She would try to go to Big Belly Burger, she just remembers that time they celebrated Lena's birthday there. Noonan's? She just sees Lena's smile when Kara gives her coffee from that place. The park in National City? That time Lena used her magic fully for the first time. CatCo? She remembers every hall Lena ever walked in. She sees a book? She remembers Lena giving her one.

Her own apartment also reminds her of Lena, all the times they had there. Certain foods remind her of Lena. Everything around her is now just a ghost of Lena. Even fucking kryptonite reminds her of Lena.

She's everywhere Kara goes.

No one in the city realized how much Supergirl was so torn over the loss of Lena Luthor.

Some dickwads actually thought she was happy about it, which some idiot reporter asked her one day.

"You must be really relieved that the last Luthor is no longer a threat."

Kara stays silent, yet her eyes emmit everything she wants to say.

Kelly holds back an angry Alex from hitting someone, but Kelly herself is yelling about how insensitive that was, about how this reporter is disrespecting the dead, about how they forgot that Lena worked with Supergirl. Both Brainy and Nia list down everything that Lena has done to save the city.

Kara? She's been silent, before taking a deep breath, looking at the reporter, knowing there are cameras surrounding her, she says,

"This world is nothing without her."

Then, she flies away, higher into the blue skies and screams.

Would you look at that, world. There's a Luthor that successfully broke a Super.

[abiiors]

under the mistletoe 🎄// ross macdonald x reader (pt 2 of 2)

twelve days of christmas - day 3

a/n: best friends to lovers? no. it's idiots to lovers. this is also part 2 of secret santa cw: kissing, alcohol, very tame and cheesy. there might be typos... wc: 3k

a cheer cuts through the chatter in the room and ross finds himself standing under a mistletoe, liv first in his arms, then standing on her toes and then they’re kissing—sweet, long kisses that make him smile despite the butterflies in his stomach. 

butterflies that should have been a result of the kiss. instead, it feels more like a swarm of bees buzzing in his chest from anticipation. 

ross doesn’t expect to be this nervous. more than that, he doesn’t expect to pull away from the kiss before she does. even when liv looks at him with slight concern. 

he certainly doesn’t expect himself to be so hung up on secret santa. he has bought plenty of gifts for people he cares about before! good ones too; sure, he’s no pro at gift giving but he’s not entirely hopeless. but this time he simply cannot afford to mess up. not when it took him two turns to get the name he really wanted. 

everyone looks festive in some shade of red or green on white—and one silver but charli really pulls it off. liv has a beautiful green velvet dress on, her curly hair piled on top of her head and gold hoops dangling from her ears. liv looks stunning!

it’s her that really takes his breath away—the girl who’s been his best friend for over a decade now. the girl who now stares at him with a tight smile on her face, cheering almost on autopilot with the rest of his friends. she’s in a classic red slip dress and matching red lipstick that contrasts her skin so perfectly that ross almost feels guilty for staring at her longer than necessary. he’s right next to his girlfriend for fucks sake. he needs to focus!

the excitement in the room is off the charts! everyone’s buzzing to get to the main event—the secret santa gifts—and he feels a tiny pit of nervousness at the centre of all his enthusiasm. what if she doesn’t like his gift? what if it’s something she already has or something that’s too personal… too intimate. 

liv breaks his little spiral. 

“you alright?” she slides onto his lap with an easy smile and pecks him softly. 

“yeah, just excited about the gifts! i wonder who got my name.” even with her on his thigh ross can’t stop his knee from bouncing up and down. the weird mixture of anticipation and butterflies is something he’s rarely felt before—not since… well not since her last birthday when he’d gotten her two tickets to the play she’d been dying to go to. 

(if he’s being honest it was not since she’d asked him if he’d like to go with her.)

“me too!” liv beams and it’s as if that’s matty’s cue to announce that they can all finally, finally move to the living room.

the living room is adorned with twinkling lights and tinsel, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. a decently sized pile of gifts sits under the pretty tree—the current object of everyone’s interest. his nervousness aside, ross feels as giddy as the others do, still like a child on christmas morning about to get the long anticipated pokemon card collection. 

matty gets to the pile and starts calling out names one after the other. 

ross is barely even listening—his mind races with a million different possibilities. what if it’s a shit gift? what if she doesn’t like it or has something similar or doesn’t get the significance of it?

what if she thinks he put no thought into it?

he’s barely even listening when polly coos over the “cutest jumper ever!” or when george cackles over his gag gift or when matty almost goes misty eyed over the vintage book. 

he only snaps out of it when matty calls out her name and envelopes her in a hug. 

“it’s perfect,” he sniffles and ross burns with envy.

not envious of matty. never envious of matty but… a tiny, irrational part of him wishes she were his secret santa instead. that she spent days thinking about him, obsessing over finding the perfect gift just like he had. 

that maybe she spent her nights in bed, wondering a thousand times over if her gift would make him smile (it would, ross thinks. she could get him a £10 bottle of wine and he would still cherish it dearly.)

“ross!” matty calls out and he startles a little. 

matty looks at him with a slightly puzzled expression and wiggles a neatly wrapped gift in front of him. it’s square and thin with a small note attached to it.

he recognises it instantly—a handwriting he’s only recently come to know as liv’s. 

liv. his girlfriend. his secret santa. 

and he’s an awful, awful boyfriend for the feeling of disappointment that rises in him.

his fingers move deftly, tearing apart the wrapping paper until the gift inside becomes visible. the first thing he registers is the word “untitled” printed front and centre in big bold letters. and below it: “divine connection: the last unreleased album”. it dawns on him slowly—the band, their band. the last album from their band. just his and hers. and on autopilot, his gaze snaps up to her.

“ross?”

for the second time that evening liv’s voice cuts through his spiral and he turns around to see her standing at the door to the balcony with a half-drunk champagne flute in her hands. she’s beautiful, he thinks. she’s always been stunning but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he looks at her. 

“can we talk?” she walks in and stands next to him, shoulders brushing with his. it’s a cold night. it’s silly being outside but he’s in a weird mood. he even kinda prefers it here. 

“yeah of course,” he clears his throat and tries to appear casual. 

“did you like your gift?”

“i did. it was… it was perfect.” at least that much is true. at least that much he can say with 100% certainty. “thank you. really, i mean it.”

“i know you do.”

for a minute she doesn’t say anything but her eyes roam over his face—a scruitinising sort of a look that makes him want to shy away. she’s never been particularly intense but in the few weeks he’s known liv, she’s had a way of guessing his little tells. it takes everything in him to not look away. 

still, he closes his eyes for a minute. 

the scene is still so fresh in his mind—ross opening the gift and looking up. ross staring at her and not liv. ross murmuring “thank you. it’s perfect.” and smiling at her before he even remembered that the gift was supposed to be from liv. 

ross only looks at her, his best friend. and she can’t seem to meet his gaze. 

liv clears her throat and brings him back to the present. she takes another swig of her champagne and offers him the glass. ross studies her lipstick smudge on the rim and accepts the drink gratefully. 

“you’re in love with her, aren’t you?” 

a second sooner and he would have choked on the drink or done a spit-take like a fucking idiot but the question leaves him so speechless that he almost drops the glass. 

“who?”

“don’t play dumb now.” her tone’s a bit sharp but her words aren’t unkind and the thought of being scolded like that makes him blush slightly and straighten up. 

he’s about to speak when she continues. 

“i see how you look at her—how you looked at her when you opened the gift i gave you. you knew it wasn’t from me didn’t you?”

wordlessly, he nods his head. 

“you knew i didn’t think of it. you were right though. i didn’t. i went to her because she’s you best friend.”

“and she told you about the band?”

liv clicks her tongue. “she handed me the record. turns out she had you for secret santa before we picked the names again.”

“oh…”

there’s another beat of loaded silence in which he struggles to maintain eye contact with her and not feel like an utterly shit boyfriend. 

“liv i—”

“i know,” she smiles briefly. “but you can’t string me along, babe. look i like you a lot. i really do and i know… i know you told me you were trying to move on from someone but i assumed that was a past relationship. i didn’t realise you were talking about…your best friend.”

“i’m sorry,” he shakes his head. “i really am. i know that was shitty of me.”

“it was a little.”

none of them speak for a few minutes. ross looks at her champagne again, wishing he’d had a drink with him for this conversation. or maybe not—maybe a clearer head is what he needs. he is getting dumped, after all. 

and yet… there’s no sadness. just a faint sense of disappointment. 

“so this is it i guess?”

in one gulp liv finishes the rest of her champagne and nods. “yeah. this is it. for what it’s worth ross… i have no hard feelings.”

this time when she smiles at him, it’s open and sincere. much to his relief, it’s friendly. liv stands on her toes and presses a kiss to his cheek. it’s chaste and quick—a goodbye, one that he returns by hugging her tightly. 

liv pauses at the threshold just as she’s leaving. 

“why don’t you tell her?”

ross shakes his head in disappointment and feels the familiar ache settle bone deep. the night suddenly seems so much colder than before—no longer the cosy kind that makes you want to snuggle up with a loved one. this feels sharp and biting. 

“can’t,” he shrugs, “i don’t want to ruin years’ worth of friendship.”

he expects liv to understand that. it’s a perfectly normal sentiment—to love someone enough that you’d rather have some of them than none of them. but she just shakes her head at him. 

“wow…” liv sighs, “for a man so smart… you really are fucking dumb.”

and then she leaves him on the balcony, shivering and confused. 

by the time he gets inside, there’s a lull in the party. everyone’s either drunk or loved up or both. well, maybe not everyone. 

ross finds her huddled in front of the fireplace, absently staring at her wrist. at the pearl bracelet he got for her.

a near-perfect match to her beloved pearl necklace from her grandmother.

the fire casts a warm, golden glow on her—on her hair and the curve of her shoulder, the hollow of her throat, and down her chest. he stands transfixed at the threshold, waiting for something to happen. 

maybe matty (passed out on the sofa) will wake up if he moves or polly might need something from him or george and charli might see them and he loves his friends but they have barely any concept of personal space after all these years. maybe he could just do it tomorrow when he’s not half-drunk, half-sober, and fully freaking out. 

“ross?”

too late to hide now. 

“why are you stood there? come on! it’s so cold!” she opens up her blanket cocoon—an invitation for him to join. 

ross, startled by her voice, stumbles into the room. his cheeks flush with embarrassment and he clears his throat, trying to mask the awkwardness that has suddenly enveloped him. 

fuck! she’s pretty. and yes he thinks that every single time he looks at her but it’s moments like these that really hit him like a gut punch. 

liv’s words echo in his mind over and over again. for a man so smart… you really are fucking dumb. was she trying to say what he thinks she was? or is he just delusional and projecting his own feelings onto her. 

her body is soft and warm when ross settles next to her, pulling her into his side and tucking her head under his chin. 

“you were deep in thought.” ross teases a bit, not ready to broach anything serious just yet. what he really wants to ask is about the record—how she’d somehow known his perfect gift before he figured it out himself. 

“just thinking about how good i am at gift giving,” she teases back. “matty was ecstatic.”

she's right but he can’t help but find a different meaning in her words. 

“that you are,” ross murmurs in her hair, resisting the urge to press a little kiss there. it’s too much for him—this intimacy. something like that might just tip him over the edge. 

for a while she doesn’t say anything and ross wonders if she’s fallen asleep. it’s quite late and they’re quite cosy, it won’t be the first time she's fallen asleep on him. maybe, if she is asleep, he might even press that kiss onto her head after all. 

“liv’s not here?” her voice breaks his train of thought. it’s not teasing anymore—she sounds neutral and controlled and… and like she’s trying not to pry. 

“we broke up.”

“what?!”

she almost shrieks and matty stirs slightly but goes back to sleeping again. ross feels guilty for just dumping it on her without any context. 

“i’m so sorry,” she says before he has a chance to speak. “fuck, at a christmas party too! that sucks, love. are you alright?”

“it wasn’t like that. it was…” this is it, he thinks. his one chance to get it right. “i’m perfectly fine. i’m… i’m better than fine. it’s… well she–you… fuck okay!”

he cheeks grow warm. it’s worse now that she’s properly looking at his now, her face a mixture of concern and curiosity; that she’s now an attentive audience to his pathetic flustered words. 

“let me…” he takes a big deep breath and squares his shoulders. “okay. let me get this right. for the next, i don’t know, two minutes, you aren’t allowed to speak, okay? okay. so! liv and i talked.” the skepticism on her face grows and ross tries not to let it deter him. “the gift, the record—”

“was it not good?”

“oi! no speaking, remember? two minutes.” ross scolds lightly and almost laughs at her sheepish face. “as i was saying, the record. it wasn’t her idea, was it? i asked her how she knew and she told me you gave it to her. for me! why didn’t you… why didn’t you give it to me yourself?”

for all her talking a moment ago, now she seems speechless. so much so that she can barely meet his eyes. 

“it was a lovely gift, darling. maybe even one of the best and… i just want to know why, that’s all.”

her cheeks flush a subtle shade of pink, and she fidgets with the edge of the blanket. “i guess i wanted you to have something meaningful without making things awkward. i’d already bought the gift and i didn't want to complicate our friendship with something that felt so… personal, especially with liv being in the picture. and…fuck! if that’s what made you break up, i’m so sorry, i—"

“it didn’t,” he cuts her off firmly. ross can’t help but notice the small details of her face then—the tiny smudges of mascara from no doubt when she sleepily rubbed her eyes, the glitter on her eyelids reflecting the firelight. her big, beautiful eyes and dilated pupils. 

her slightly smudged lipstick…

fuck, it’s the tiny lipstick smudge on the corner of her lips that makes him lose his ability to think straight.

“we broke up because… well there’s someone else,” he speaks in a low volume. subconsciously, she leans forward. 

“someone else?”

the room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling fire. she waits, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he's joking or playing some elaborate prank. but the sincerity in his expression leaves no room for doubt.

“you’re my best friend,” he says, “and fuck, do i resent that! how am i… darling, how am i meant to pretend you’re just my friend when you’re the fucking focal point of my world?”

her breath catches so audibly that it’s almost a gasp. he waits for her to say something. anything. instead she leans in an presses her lips to his. 

it’s so unsure at first, almost like she freezes and her brain can’t figure out where to go next. the kiss lingers, soft and tentative—both testing the waters of something uncharted. ross's mind races, trying to process the warmth of her lips against his, the subtle taste of her lipstick. 

she pulls away before he’s even had the chance to kiss her back and hides her face in his chest. 

“oh god, that was too soon, wasn’t it! that was–you just broke up and i—”

“love, don't hide your face, don't…” his hands gently cup her flushed face, making her look up at him once again even when she can barely meet his eyes and in that moment he realises he’s never seen someone so beautiful. 

so this time when ross crashes his lips against hers, he makes sure to pull her closer. to hold onto her tightly. his arms are around her, her hands in his hair and oh she fits so perfectly in the crevices of his body. like a perfect puzzle piece. 

by the time they finally pull apart, slightly breathless and grinning uncontrollably, ross hears her giggle. 

“wow, that was my first kiss under a mistletoe…”

“we aren’t—”

“i know, but we’re next to one so it’s almost the same.”

he looks to where she’s pointing, to the little bunch tied above the fireplace. 

“we could do better, darling.”

“yeah?”

“mm-hmm,” he murmurs, stealing another quick kiss from her. “let me take you home.”

and she agrees in a heartbeat.

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[house-of-cards-and-crime]

(inspired by this twitter post)

not 100% sure how we got here, but was talking about trying to relay that quote in the post ("you will always need to leave and i will never let you go.") to aziraphale and crowley, and i was told to post my thoughts on it on here

to aziraphale, crowley is the one who seems to need to leave. he has been trying to escape, from heaven and from their responsibilities and from the plan. crowley, in aziraphale's mind, is trying to escape, but aziraphale is clinging to both him and heaven, not wanting to let him go

to crowley, aziraphale is the one trying to leave. he's trying to abandon crowley, leave and go to heaven where crowley cannot follow, and all crowley can do is beg for him to stay and hope he isn't abandoned once again

but in reality, neither of them can see the truth of the situation because both of them are too clouded by their perceptions

crowley is incapable of returning to heaven, just as aziraphale is incapable of leaving

the bird tries to fly away, desperately wanting the dog to fly with him but not understanding that the dog does not have the wings to follow. the dog does not understand that the bird is waiting for him to follow, and all he perceives is the bird flying away from him as he struggles to make him stay

they are both in each role, equally the same yet more different than they can comprehend

[hexiewrites]

Steve is going to leave Eddie's body because of course he is. They're trying to escape literal hell while potentially being chased by Vecna and you don't drag a dead body out of hell. You just don't. But Dustin won't fucking leave. He is screaming this noise that Steve literally didn't know was possible and he tries to pick Dustin up but Dustin is kicking and screaming so much that Steve is legitimately worried about them both going down and the only thing, the only thing that works is him saying "I'll bring him, okay?"

And Dustin finally agrees because Dustin knows, even if the rest of them don't, that Eddie can't be dead. He just can't it's not allowed it's not possible so they HAVE to get his body out so they can fix him. So Steve picks him up. Manages to heft Eddie over his shoulder and Robin is panicking behind him like she is going to jump out of her skin but Nancy takes one look at Steve's face and helps him get Eddie up and over and-

oh

Eddie's blood is hot and slick and it's all over his hands and it's all over his chest and he can actually feel it dripping down his skin and slipping under his bandages and Eddie’s blood and his blood are mixed now. They’re bound together forever and he grunts hard because fuck, Eddie’s a skinny guy but he’s not light, and he shifts again and then he hears it.

A groan, so faint it can’t be real but it is because Eddie’s fingers twist in his vest and he chuckles, once, and Steve feels another rush of blood and he says “fuck, Eddie, stay fucking still!”

And Eddie grips the vest a little harder. Says in a voice that’s all rasp but holy fuck he’s alive, says “I knew you’d come back. Harrington’s got me, don’t cha big boy?”

(And later, at the hospital, when Steve begs to be Eddie's blood donor but they won't let him because he's lost too much of his own blood, Nancy steps up. Universal donor, she gives to everyone, and Steve's not a poet but there's something pretty fucking poetic about the girl you used to love giving her blood to save the boy you know you're going to.)

[frikatilhi]

hello! 🫡 If Jere were to get angry at Bojan, and not like "wash your clothes" angry but really upset with him, what do you think would be the reason?

(I'm in my angsty bojere feels tonight, looking for reasons to suffer some more)

Anon, I saw your second ask and don't worry! If I don't want to answer something I won't 💕 Angsty thoughts welcome, sometimes you just need an outlet 🫂

Jere can handle when Bojan gets snappy, they sometimes both do, but it's usually because they're tired and frustrated and nothing major really comes of it. Luckily they're not usually in a mood at the same time.

So it's not anything Bojan does to Jere, it's not when he's a slob around the house or when he forgets something important or doesn't treat him right for just a second - those are easy.

What really gets Jere going is when Bojan doesn't treat himself right. He's getting better at taking care of himself, but sometimes he slips - slips into the darkness a little too far.

So that one time when he's sleep deprived, anxious, coming down with something but afraid to stop, missing Jere like crazy, upset about sales and numbers and a stubborn song and the future and has a clash with bandmates and goes to party with other friends and drinks too much and takes something someone offers him, because what the hell, it's just this once, and ends up in a hospital for a stomach lavage plus in a tabloid, that's when Jere gets mad.

He knows he shouldn't, Bojan is remourseful and upset enough as it is, but Jere can't help it. He's far away, he can't help, he's so fucking pissed off, and he knows he shouldn't take it out on Bojan, that really doesn't help at all. But that's when they have their biggest fight. Jere says some harsh words that really cut deep, and Bojan is vulnerable and really doesn't need this right now, so he lashes out as well. It almost tears them apart.

Which is stupid, they both realise, when Bojan is better and Jere has cooled off, Jere is just worried and frustrated because he's not able to help, and it kills him to see Bojan like that, and Bojan knows this.

So they make up and talk and apologise and set up some new system for what to do when someone gets in a downward spiral, how to lean on each other at the right moment.

Because they're Jere and Bojan, and they're making it, no matter what, SO THERE.

Um, anyway. What was the question?

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

you don’t remember what you did. maybe if i could forget, we could be friends

[weird-an]

Steve Harrington is grabbing the last can of Farrah Fawcett hairspray and Billy can just send him an angry glare.

Great, when he for once has enough money to buy the fancy brand Harrington has to be there and steal the opportunity from him.

"Oh, hey Hargrove," Harrington says, surprisingly giving him a lopsided smile.

"Hey Harrington," Billy grumbles.

Harrington looks at the hairspray and back at Billy.

"Did you want that? Sorry, man, it's the last one." He grins even wider, walking away.

What a dick.

Billy takes the same nameless brand he usually does and decides to instead buy himself some chocolate. It's bad for his abs, but it's winter, so who gives a shit.

Except Harrington is already there, grabbing three chocolates at once - Billy's favourite. He's going to lose it. He's going to smack the smug grin right off his stupid pretty face.

"Oh man, did you want this too? I'm so sorry." Harrington doesn't look the slightest bit sorry.

"You could give me at least one," Billy huffs.

"Or maybe we can share them," Harrington says.

"I'm not sharing." Billy crosses his arms. Who does he think he is?

"Whatever," Harrington shrugs and walks towards the register.

Fuck it, Billy really wants the chocolate. "Okay," he mumbles.

"What was that?" Harrington turns around, amusement sparkling in his eyes. King Steve is a bit of a bitch.

"We can share the chocolate," Billy says a bit louder.

"Great! It's a date" Harrington pays his groceries and writes something on the bill. "That's my address."

Billy stares dumbfounded at Harrington's crooked handwriting. When he looks up, he's already gone.

A date? What the fuck. Billy missed something. But Harrington is pretty and has chocolate. That's tempting enough for Billy.

[seawitchkaraoke]

me, watching crown of candy, chewing on my fingernails, chanting to myself: ''it's a game and they're having fun, it's a game and they're having fun, it's a game and they're having fun'''

[chunkypossum]

Come Hel or High Lord

Ch 4 || Read on AO3

While Bryce mused over her options, Cassian laughed at something Azriel said and Nesta stuck her tongue out at them both. Just like that, the spell was broken and it was Danika sitting across the table from her, sticking her tongue out at Connor. Bryce blinked and then it was Hunt smiling at her from the other side as Ruhn sat next to her. Her stomach soured.  Her lungs felt half full of water and Bryce choked on her food, coughing and sputtering before abruptly pushing back from the table and standing up. They couldn’t be here because they were prisoners, either dead or being tortured and she was sitting here, laughing and enjoying good food and good company like a jackass. She blinked slowly again and the two bat winged males and Nesta were the ones at the table with her again. Looking at her like they couldn’t decide if they should worry about her attacking them or crying in front of them. Fuck that. Fuck all of this.  Bryce turned and stalked out of the room, willing the hot tears in her eyes to stay the fuck put. Nesta found her a few minutes later, pacing her rooms like a caged beast. Her sword was warm in her hand as she swayed it absentmindedly from side to side. She had felt Nesta enter the room but couldn’t bring herself to look at the female or even acknowledge her at all. 

[citrusses]

“We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?”

A Dress with Pockets by @pacific-rimbaud (E, 25k, Neville/Pansy)

Pansy Parkinson needed a drink. And a shag. She didn't care in which order. Enter: Neville fucking Longbottom and his rolled up sleeves.

Call Me Friend, But Keep Me Closer by @tackytigerfic (M, 4,164, Neville/Harry, Drarry)

"Neville Longbottom had always loved plants, but he loved Harry Potter more." Neville's got a good thing going with Harry... or so he thinks.

Five Women Neville Longbottom has Loved and Lost by @gyzym (Not Rated, 2,036, Neville/Various)

"I think," Luna says, "that pain can be a beautiful thing, but only on Tuesdays."

Helios by toomuchplor (E, 7,576, Neville/Harry)

Think warm thoughts.

Like a Hero by @aibidil (T, 1,818, Neville/Ginny)

Perpetually stuck on the periphery of Harry's inner circle, Neville has always felt like an onlooker. But when Harry leaves and war comes to Hogwarts, it's up to Neville—and Ginny—to redefine what a hero looks like.

Love to Give by @kittycargo (E, 9,542, Neville/Harry/Draco)

Neville and Harry are in a relationship when Draco moves back from Italy and needs a place to stay. Neville never knew how much love he had to give.

Mistakes by sebastianL (M, 148k, Neville/OMC)

Professor Neville Longbottom is on the verge of becoming Head of Gryffindor. If he has a summer fling before that happens, it won't affect anything that comes after, right? Right? A story about the road not traveled, refusing to bow down to dark forces, and finally learning that no one should ever underestimate Neville Longbottom.

The Boy Who Could Have Lived by yourorbitaround90 (M, 215k, Neville/Ginny)

Seventh year at Hogwarts from Neville's perspective. While Harry, Ron and Hermione are f*ing around in the woods, Neville, Ginny and Luna are starting a full on rebellion.

Trying by aideomai (T, 12k, Neville/Draco)

Neville had hoped when he left Hogwarts that he’d never have to see Draco Malfoy again; he’d barely even seen him in that last, terrible year, when Malfoy had dropped out somewhere around the Easter term. But then Harry, Ron, and Hermione came back from their delayed seventh year and with them, pale and sneering and sharp-tongued as ever, came Malfoy.

Bonus: poor Neville is dead in this one but he's so wonderful in the flashbacks!

When It Returns by @academicdisasterfic (M, 7,501, previous Neville/Harry, Drarry)

‘You’re late, layabout,’ Malfoy drawled, pushing the whiskey over to him. ‘I’ll have you know that I am very busy maintaining a whole house and garden by myself now.’ ‘Oooh, the dead husband card. Before any alcohol. Is that a record?’ Harry's husband is dead, and Malfoy is the only one who gets it. Or, the one where they drink at a straight man pub, renovate a house, and learn how to find joy again.

[todayisafridaynight]

YOU MAKE THAT POST AND DON'T SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON EVERYONE'S OPINION ON SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG???

I MEAN IT'S SUCH A NICHE FUCKING TOPIC LMAO I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD CARE

but anyway here's the Egregiously Simplified version of Everyone Is Forced To Play Ten Routes Of Shadow The Hedgehog And Has To Give Their Opinion Afterwards

[chrollohearttags]

working on a couple stories right now for the faves and omg why do they make me so emotional?? hate them so bad!! 😭

[originemesis]

//lore hc dump (for this blog anyway) because ive been inflicting and been having the owwies inflicted upon me this dismal day-

The first humans were basically heaven's little pet project turned breeding experiment after the fall of man when they realized that heaven and now hell acted as a balancing scale in the sky and that they'd need to keep feeding souls into both to keep both sides in equilibrium.

Adam never really truly falls 'in love' with someone- but he is extraordinarily co-dependent to the point where it appears so (which is just a mild commentary on how statistically men's mortality rate after a spouse passes is a lot higher than vice versa). He was this way with Eve when they were cast out.

Once Adam and Eve died, the scales for heaven and hell were in turmoil because hell already had Lilith in the mix at that point and so they realized they had to split the two- send one to heaven and one to hell to make sure the scales stayed equaled so that hell would not grow too heavy, thus causing heaven to start tipping into it. The seraphim would decide to take Adam because he was the first of the humans and so it looked better on paper. Eve would go to hell with Lucifer and Lilith.

In heaven, Adam of course stuck out like a sore thumb and did not fit in to the heaven scene, even after he'd been angelfied to help negate that fact. He still carried over some distinctly, hard-to-mask human qualities- most notably his music and ability to connect to other angels with it. Since his co-dependence was shattered with the separation from Eve, he began to look for ways to 'fall' or send himself to hell by acting up and testing boundaries in heaven. Of course, the only reason he was there was to keep balance between the sides, so ultimately he just ends up wasting his time, growing more bitter, angry and volatile with each passing millennium spent without his support beam.

One night he does indeed end up 'falling' after playing guitar and taking a nose dive towards Earth. While skydiving and shredding, he notes that he can't pull up all of a sudden and keeps careening down into hell. When the seraphim notice this, they freak out and attempt to retrieve him before he hits. Sera ends up sending a massive blast to an area of demons gathered below that are waiting to see what's coming down, exterminating them in the process. It's after this that Adam can finally pull up and flap back to heaven, shaken but starting to understand. He decides at that point that Eve's probably moved on without him anyway and that he should just commit to heaven's command that to help with the tipping of heaven into hell which almost claimed him with how unbalanced the sides were becoming, they had to continue culling hell's population periodically, and they could use Adam and his flying efforts to gauge when that time should be. (This is why in s1 when many of the angel exorcists are finally slain, Adam won't be flying back because he can't. The scales are tipped too far in hell's favor.)

Eventually some of the seraphs take notice of how much the separation of Adam and Eve has caused for them, and decide Adam has talent- he just needs to direct it to the right place. They give him another support beam in the form of Lute who becomes his lieutenant in the exorcist army. They slowly begin to build a bond up much like he and Eve did after they were thrown from paradise and had to rely on one another so deeply to survive, and the two do the same for one another in the many battles of the many exterminations to come.

He ends up proposing to Lute from an angel to angel stand point, which is more of a promising to be each other's divine weapon (with bonus preens and snuggles) in Eden.

Once he's fallen- he can meet Eve again in the same realm. Only now he's got the same issue that Eve does... the person he cares about is in heaven and he's in hell, and it seems like she's forgotten him and will be more than likely to be the one coming for his head.

If Lute and Adam do end up reconciling and decide they're either going to stay in hell together or try to get him back into heaven, it's going to be the biggest slap to Eve because he's in her position...the one where she doesn't get a happy ending because even though he did try to get back to her before their bond sort of wore off, he stopped caring about it.

And yes, while Adam and Eve are first separated and Adam doesn't have a Lute yet- and POSSIBLY Lilith has left Lucifer during all this... Luci be sliding up in both of their lonely ass dms like 'soooo...i know you're cursed and all to never see your boo again, but i can do a good impression aiyo 👀' since he's lonely now too from Lilith leaving.

[sliver-key]

HOW THE FUCK DOES SOMEONE PISS OFF 30??? SO HACKERS?!?!

LIKE TF DID YOU DO???? TO GET THEM MAD AT YOU???? JESUS CHRIST AND DON'T GIVE ME "Well they didn't do anything wrong, so we don't know why there doing this???" BULLSHIT!!! THEY MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING

Hopefully it isn't spreading to the other twst Creators it only seems to be that person? Then again they did threaten the whole server do be careful???

But like my nosey ass wants to know what's going on bc this is unheard of??? Maybe?????

PEOPLE ARE SAYING THERE MORE TO THE STORY?!?! Like tf tell me I want to know??? But like I think I do know??? Bc I heard from Cece the creator stole some people OCs and claim it as their own (like watered them down and shit) idk? But I know theirs a lot of stuff going around that creator after the whole thing with one of the mods stepping down LIKE I WANNA SEE THE FULL THING???

[obisamya]

you cursed out my name tried to light it aflame going on and on about your love (tainted love, isaac dunbar)