#breakup nonnie

[luxeavenger]

hi!!! I’m coming back with a breakup update! I am, angry at ex because of the way (not why, the why makes sense and is completely valid) they ended things, as well as a lot of other things they’ve done that I didn’t really notice/acknowledge while in the relationship, but I know what I want/need in a next relationship, which is really good! our (shared) friend group has kinda split up a little bit but my “side” of friends is really amazing! we’ve called ourselves the splinters because we’re “splintering” the gc. anyways! This splinters have done drunk Barbie movie night twice now, I got SUPER drunk the first night and I got a temporary tattoo on my boob (lmao lots of thanks to my roommate for taking care of my drunk ass) the second night, my friend started playing Taylor swift from my playlist 🥺 no one’s ever played anything from my playlist, let alone put up with my swiftie shenanigans. Basically, I’ve found really really amazing people and I’m very happy with them 🥰 and I finally understand what real friendship is and I’m just really really happy, sorry if this is too long lol

hi nonnie! i am so glad you’ve found a good group of friends who are treating you right. it really sounds like they’ve rallied around you, and made you feel safe and treasured.

i’m also glad that you have had some clarity about your ex. it’ll really help you advocate for yourself with future partners.

know your worth, sweetie, because you’re amazing 💜

#mail opened 📬 #breakup nonnie

[angst-fairygodmother]

Hi , how are you? Can you please do prompt #70 with Joe Velasco from the angst prompt list . The reader doesn’t work for SVU .

A/N: Hi Nonny! This was a more challenging request than I expected it to be (but in a good way) but I hope it works in the end. Word Count: 1228 Rating: T - swearing; heavy description of injuries; canon-typical implications of sex, drugs, violence; 

You remembered exactly when you met Joe. It had been an ordinary Tuesday in your ordinary laundromat. Until suddenly it wasn't ordinary at all, dark eyes and charming smile crashing into you, gentle hands catching you by the shoulders to hold you steady. Your basket of freshly washed sheets tumbled to the grubby tiles and you found yourself oddly unbothered by it. 

Eventually you both broke out of your trance, startled apart when someone cleared their throat and pointedly reached past you for an empty basket. Joe offered to buy you lunch, you countered with the suggestion that he pay to rewash your laundry. (He did both.) And you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind romance. 

Some days were hard. His job as a detective meant he kept odd hours and came home weighted down by the things he had seen, things you could only try to understand. Sometimes the cases would be particularly bad, and he seemed to be trying to protect you from his world, from himself, no matter how much you wanted to be let in. And your job wasn’t easy either, leaving you stressed sometimes, overworked and tired, but you wondered if there was a tiny part of him that resented you for the fact that you were free and sheltered from the darkest parts of the world.

But you loved each other. You knew that Joe would do anything for you, and you reciprocated, always trying to be, if nothing else, a safe port in a storm. And you tried to tell yourself that was enough. 

~

It was another night up late on the couch alone, clutching your phone in the desperate hope that Joe would be able to slip away from his cover-life and call, or even send a text. He had been gone for a while, and you missed him. 

Your eyes burned with exhaustion and the clock read just after two when the rattle of the front door knob sent a cold shock of adrenaline through you. You sat bolt upright, mind racing for possible weapons you could get to fast enough. There was a muffled thump, as if the person on the other side dropped an item that was soft but heavy and the sound was followed by muttered swears in a language you didn't speak but were as familiar with as the sound of your own name. Your heart leapt, half convinced you were in the delusion of a waking dream. 

You were ready to throw yourself into your boyfriend's arms as soon as he crossed the threshold, but the state of him made you stop short. A series of white butterfly sutures stood stark against his tan skin above one eye. His cheek was puffy, only drawing more attention to the haggard sunkenness of his eyes. As you stared, his tongue ran across his lower lip in an attempt to swipe away the blood slowly dewing there from a series of cracks in the skin. The sight of you still awake and waiting for him despite the hour drew a deep sigh, a mixed sound of weariness and guilt that quickly became a wince as it shook his left arm that sat pinned across his chest in a sling.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, offering you a tired smile. “What are you doing up so late?”

You felt the wall around your heart grow more solid, no longer able to keep fighting its stony embrace. 

“What am I doing up?” You scoffed. “You're joking right? You've been gone for almost two months. I haven't heard from you in weeks! And you come in with a casual 'hey sweetheart' like it's nothing?”

“I–”

“I've been up waiting every goddamn night, Joe, for any kind of news. Anything at all. I can't remember the last time I got a good night's sleep, because of how worried I've been." You ran a frustrated hand through your hair and sighed. "You couldn't have at least texted and told me you were coming?”

“Jeez, I'm really feeling the love. I've been gone and the first thing you do is yell at me? If I didn't know better I'd think you didn't want me home.” He forced his tone to stay light, to feel like a joke. But you knew him too well for his little tricks to work on you, and you could read the tension, edged in anger, thrumming through every part of him.

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” you laughed incredulously. “Fuck Joe, I’m this upset because of how much I love you.” 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? That makes no sense.” 

“Because you don’t want it to. Look at you. You look like hell. You came home in bandages, not for the first time. And I…I can’t deal with the possibility that it could be in a hospital bed or a body bag next time. Or that you’re just going to disappear and I’m never going to know what happened.”

You felt the tears welling in your eyes and turned away from him, hugging yourself to try and fight it back. Now that you had started, you couldn’t hold back the feelings anymore. But you knew that looking at him, probably giving you those sad puppy dog eyes he was so good at, would break you worse. 

“And where would that leave me? Alone, and in love with someone who wasn’t here and…not even your widow because you’ve never asked and I never had the balls to either and knowing us we’d never make it down the aisle anyway. And even if we did, what good would that do? A title that gives me permission to mourn longer, and a box of your stuff that would just taunt me from the corner because I’ll never go through it?”

You felt his good hand on your shoulder, and the heat of his body against your back, and it took all of your strength not to lean back into him. 

“Sweetheart, slow down,” he asked, voice soft and low and warm against your ear.

You could feel all of the rage that had been driving you and holding you up start to leach away. 

“I'm not asking you to stop being a cop…” you protested weakly even though he hadn't even suggested such a thing. “I know how much this job means to you.”

“I know,” you could almost hear his heart breaking in those two words.

“But…I'm not sure there's room for me too in that.” You turned to face him, even though you knew the sight of him might shake your resolve. 

“Come on sweetheart, don't…” he hesitated and the moment felt like it stretched into a pained eternity. “Don't say that.”

“Joe. We have to face reality someday.”

“Does it have to be tonight?” He pleaded. There were tears in his eyes, but that didn't bring the same to yours, which told you everything you needed to know.

“I'm not cut out for this, and it's not fair to either of us to keep pretending I am.”

“Tomorrow? Please, I promise we'll talk about this tomorrow and figure something out?”

You sighed, nodding. One more night in his arms was worth the pain the lie caused you as you told yourself it might work out. “Ok. Tomorrow.”

#angst #no happy ending #ambiguous ending #(if you squint) #I really tried to find a way for this not to go down the angst-and-breakup route but uh...that didn't work #I hope you like it Nonny. I know it's been a long wait #Joe Velasco x Reader #Law and Order SVU fic

[strawbebyjam]

you are not as doomed as you feel!!!!

thank you anon you sent this at the perfect moment HDJDJ

#was trying to like. be a good friend/acquaintance and listen to someone avout their breakup and stuff #and i feel like i’m back at the way i felt the night i got dumped HDNDHDJDJ #which is like. no biggie it’s all fine but i was doing a really good job blocking it out or shoving it down i think #i didn’t realize it st #like i didn’t think it’d get me this bad #it’s nice to talk to people who get it but ooouuuggghhhhhhhhhhh. mental illness i have that #anyways i’m gonna wash my makeup off and then be so healthy about it #and remember that i’m not as doomed as i feel! anon believes in me and that’s all i need!!! #ty again nonnie

[just2bubbly]

I don't want sm angst in my inbox

#Like I have 3 asks with the name tristan #And anon either loves the name or has that name for themselves #Whatever the reason behind their obsession doesn't mind #But if Kai's wife is Daiyu then ig Cinder's husband would be Tristan at the anon's personal request #I like Julian tho but that has no significane to me at all #I just named it after Julian from Delirium series #I don't even remember his name rn #But yea doesn't matter #I sorta wanted to write a ff ship for Cinder but Tristan is the request #And I hope i do reply to ur req anon #Cuz I don't really find anytime to type out my inspiration #Wish someone could type for me and i could try voice typing but that def sucks on my accent #Kaider #ilysm nonnie dw #Just the breakup #is getting to me

[gorejo]

▸ BOSS'S FAVORITE - gojo satoru (forbes30!gojo au)

what can you say to the boss's favorite customer when he comes five minutes before closing? Kick him out? Not an option, especially when he tips so well and has a rather cheeky motive to stay and get your attention.

content: 1.1k words. unedited. this is before the breakup! so, college forbes30!gojo. reader is his girlfriend, she/her pronouns. fluff! got this from an anon ask!! so nonnie if you see this, I hope you enjoy! also this is the shortest fic I've made in a hot minute! so be proud of me yall )) :

"you're here again," you monotonously asked, deadpanning with a raised brow, crossing your arms while you leaned to one side.

“Yes, as you can see since I’m seated here to get my order taken.” he smiled amused by your baffled expression.

“Sato—”

"your boss likes me," Satoru smugly responded while he sat back on his chair and crossed a leg over the other, his expensive shoes reflecting the cafe's dim lighting, "i came for him, so don't get mistaken," he teased with a childish smirk.

“And you know, that’s not a way to greet a valid customer. especially with my VIP status,” he huffed with the corner of his lip threatening into a smirk.

"And you know it's courtesy to not come into a store when we're just about to close," raising your wrist to look at your watch, “I don’t know like five minutes before closing.”

"well, don't blame me," he innocently batted his soft eyelashes, steadying his cheek on the palm of his hand, "I was waiting for my girlfriend outside and he so happened to kindly invite me in."

Gojo Satoru was your boss’s favorite. Not only did he effortlessly draw in customers, people curiously entering the cafe just for a closer look at him, only to end up buying a drink and some pastries to chill in the somber ambiance, but he also tipped generously — too generous to be even called a tip.

Those that walk by would do a double take when they would see the white haired man, tall in stature, dressed in a simple white shirt, and black slacks, and would reroute their steps hoping that maybe they were lucky to see him again.

Just by the frosty white of his hair, he gained attention — who wouldn’t stare at a handsome guy, covering his beautiful cerulean eyes with his notable sunglasses chilling on a seat looking through his phone, while he sipped on the most sugary drink the cafe had to offer.

The cafe was especially the busiest whenever he tagged the store on his socials. Flocks of his followers bombarded the store just to see a glimpse of their favorite college nepotism student, who happened to also be unapologetically haughty about his good looks.

And to his mercy, today, he graciously came just when the store was about to close — at least there won’t be a murderous amount of people trying to flock over. 

Because fuck capitalism.

Working on the weekends, and sacrificing your leisure to make money wasn't out of the norm. It was something most college students would do. Make a couple of bucks to comfortably buy that extra cup of coffee with oat milk, or go out with friends for some food or the club.

But for you, you had bills to pay. And it didn't help that your boyfriend was well outside your tax bracket.

He was kind and offered to pay for almost if not all the dates. But with exams rolling around, and your monthly rent just about due, you didn't have enough time to fit him into your schedule.

He never complained, simply worried that you were pushing yourself too harshly. Placing a kiss on your forehead as he tucked you into bed, or cradled you in his arms when he found you sleeping on the couch, he hoped that you could trust him — trust him enough with your burdens but he never pushed. Because he trusted you would come to him on your own time, when you were ready to invite him more into your heart.

So, he's found a rather cheeky way to squeeze some time to let you know he cares. It's just his way is not the most conventional one you could imagine...

“He likes you because you tip well,” you laughed while rolling your eyes.

Clearing his throat, "I know you like to talk to me because I am that handsome,” he opened up the menu and placed a finger to rub his chin while he “actively” tried to decide what to get, “but like I said, I do have a girlfriend and I would like to order please." He chuckled while looking up, giving you a boyish grin — the one that made your heart flutter despite how cheesy he was. 

At this point, it was disappointing how he still affected you. Flustered at his forwardness, you turned around, muttering as you felt a sudden heat radiate to your cheek. “Okay, then call someone when you’re ready.”

“No!” Immediately grabbing hold of your hand, a sharp screech on his chair scraping against the wooden floor echoing through the quiet cafe. He gave it a tight squeeze before he sat down, his puppy eyes pleading for you to wait, “I’m sorry… just, I- I’ll choose soon,” he mumbled, silently sitting back down.

"Okay, then… what can I get for you, Mr. Gojo." you sighed, shaking your head, looking at his fingers lightly playing with yours, “And didn’t you say you have a girlfriend? Not sure if she’ll like this if she saw, ” You smirked.

“eh it’s okay, she’ll understand,” He responded with a hum, “she loves me too much.” his thumb gently rubbed against your skin, the scales of the day’s stress flaking off the more his warm hands massaged yours. “but, give me a minute, gotta read through all the options.”

“You serious?... ” It was so easy to read through his actions — it was laughable, really. 

“Yes, this requires a lot of thinking,” quickly peeping at his watch latched on his vacant hand before humming exaggeratingly, “hmm…”

Tapping your foot, “Any minute now, that’ll be great, Sat —”

"Give me a couple of seconds please,” he stopped you, reading through each item, slow as a sloth — at most twenty items were on the menu, it shouldn’t even take an elementary student this long to read at his pace.

“Sure, whatever for the boss’s favorite, right?” you pursed your lips, your eyes forming faux crescent moons.  

“Oh, I got it!” he chirped, simultaneously closing the menu when you heard your boss off in the distance, shooing your other coworkers into the kitchen, “Let’s close up! Chop! Chop! The faster we finish, the faster we go home!” 

“I need to go help —” you tried heading to the kitchen, not wanting your coworkers to bear the burden of cleaning on their own.

“I'll get —" Gojo hummed, just about to say his order before you cut him off, his firm grip on your hand keeping you from leaving.

"the mochi with zunda, with freshly whipped cream and a side of strawberries to go with it, anything else?" you quickly retorted.

"Oh yes, maybe I can top it off…” elbows leaning against the table with his arms crossed, flashing you with his cheeky smile — the one that showed his teeth and the cute dimple he had on the bottom corner of his lip. 

“with a kiss, because you’re finally off the clock now, right?”

author's note: he's so annoying but I love him to death so that's alright heh

#ae.writes #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #forbes30!gojo

[gludgenbell]

Do you think Hunter and Willow gonna be a thing together ? I kinda want him to be single so I can self ship with him lmao don’t kill me 🫠

No worries! Shipping your oc/yourself with a character is what I do on a daily basis so we won't judge for it here

I mean you should see the things I write

Anyways

Uhhh I dunno actually! Maybe...? Maybe we won't get a full relationship, but them testing the waters?

Considering time and not wanting things to be rushed... I'm not sure how likely them becoming a thing is

#I think the ship is cute #I dont have much of an opinion/stance on it other than that though so I guess... I dont ship it- but I dont not ship it yknow? #but I get what youre saying nonnie- and then reading x reader fanfics after the character was in a canon relationship is always a little #weird to me? like a lot of the times they make you and the character's canon s/o like... rivals or there was a huge breakup or #etc etc etc... and theres nothing wrong with that! but its a little boring after a few fics #its difficult to rewrite a canon story though but gods I really wish people would do that more often for fanfic because #I do it all the time for aus and its hard but its so much fun and all the groundwork is layed out #all you have to do is put the pieces together ahain #gludgen answers! #anonymous

[thisismeracing]

hiii, would you mind doing prompt 8 with lewis hamilton please ? i love your writing 🥹

Heyyy 🥹💓 thanks, I'm really glad to hear that, nonny!!! here you go, hope you like it!

From the Quick Prompt List: 8. “You said you wanted to be my friend”

word count: 1.4k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN AAAAAA)

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton

warnings: angst (w happy ending), not proofread, mentions of a breakup, pinning - friends to lovers trope.

When Yn called crying he didn't waste any time to show up at her door. Lewis knew he was the first person she called because that was just how they worked, they prioritized the other above all things. That was one of the reasons Jackson, Yn's ex, gave for the sudden breakup, he thought they were in love, he thought that Lewis was a looming figure, he felt like a third party in his own relationship, and it didn't matter how many times Yn repeated they were just friends Jackson was convinced either Lewis and Yn were too blind to see or he was being lied to.

When the pilot got there he used the spare key he had to get inside, he took some seconds to look around the living room, some tissues on top of the coffee table, along with an open pint of ice cream and one of her favorite books.

"Hey," he whispered when Yn showed up at the door separating the kitchen from the living room. She gave him a weak smile before running into his open arms and letting the storm take its place.

"He didn't even have a good reason, Lew," she sobbed burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Lewis brought her body close and gave a light tap on her back, a sign for her to lace her legs around him so that he could carry her. He walked with Yn, now tangled in his body, to the couch where they sat together, and he heard the way she complained about the breakup. She wasn't telling him everything, though, and he knew well enough because after all, he was her best friend, yet he chose to just listen and comfort her.

The British watched as his own heart broke at the sight of the woman he loved crying over someone else. ]

"Am I unlovable? Am I a bad lover?" Yn asked after her cries subsided, Lewis's hands going up and down her back in a soothing caress. Her question was more of a conversation with herself because her first two exes complained about her best friend too, which at the time she thought was just jealousy, now, the third time sends her a message, right? No way three of her last partners didn't like Lewis without a reason. What's there not to like about him? she thought. "I must be horrible to be around," she muttered in a huff and Lewis took a deep breath deciding he had enough.

He didn't want to confess his feelings like this, but he also couldn't watch as Yn searched for a problem inside her when it wasn't about her, but about those idiots who let her go. Who could have her a let her go? And Lewis knew her enough to know that he would try to explain for hours and she would still say the problem was her, so he decided it was time to come clean.

"The problem is not you, Yn, it was never you. It can't be you because it pains me to not be around you, it physically hurts me not being able to hug you all the time. I wish I could carry you around everywhere, I wish you could be my forever. You could never be the problem, because you're the solution, at least to me. I love you so much and it fucking kills me to watch you cry for yet another guy all the while trying to search problems on yourself when you're just...perfect."

Yn was silent for a minute. Her eyes were wide open staring ahead of Leiws at her white walls, lips slightly parted. For a second he thought that maybe he was good at hiding his feelings. It's a beat before she's scrambling off his lap, leaving the couch and standing in the middle of her living room with an accusatory look towards him.

"You said you wanted to be my friend!" Yn sticks her point finger at him, her other hand holding at her chest like it would prevent her heart from beating any faster.

Lewis keeps his sitting position on the couch, head hanging down before mustering the courage to look her in the eyes again, "I didn't lie," he states.

"Then you care to explain to me how all of a sudden you're in love with me?"

"It's not sudden, I've been in love with you for years now, Yn. You just didn't see it," his tone is not harsh but his words made her take a step back. "When we met and I said I wanted to be your friend I wasn't lying, I still wanna be your best friend, but I want to be your lover as well, I want you to have a friend in your partner because I know you never did with the other guys. I want everything with you," Lewis confessed.

Yn shakes her head, tears spilling from her eyes like a waterfall. The realization that maybe all her past boyfriends were right: she was oblivion to the fact that there was something between her and her best friend. He loved her and Yn felt guilty for a second because she couldn't find it in her to deny that maybe it was mutual. Maybe she went through three breakups in the past few years because she was afraid of being alone and having to face her own feelings for Lewis.

Still, she shook her head looking away.

She watched from her peripheral vision as Lewis got up from her couch, one hand inside the pockets of his pants, the other sticking in her direction, instinctively she took a step back.

He winced.

It physically hurt her too, but she couldn't stop the tears nor the tsunami of thoughts about all their interactions and all her feelings and how she was blind to the truth all this time.

"Call me if you need me," the Brit whispered before heading to the door and leaving Yn to the sound of her own breath and then the sound of her own sobs because now she was crying harder than when Jackson broke up with her. The truth was, she did not really care about Jackson, she liked him just fine, his breaking up with her hurt her ego and put her on the spot of looking inside herself again, which was not good, or so she thought.

But Lewis leaving?

Lewis leaving felt like part of her went too. Like someone broke her in half and threw the other piece somewhere no one could find.

How would life be without Lewis?

She took some time to think, took hours watching the city go by from her window, all while mentally cursing herself. She could have faced it before. They could have been together for years. Yn was so tired of letting her fears speak louder than her desires. Lewis was so much braver and bolder than her, she took a deep breath and prayed for it to rub a bit in her, his boldness, his courage because it was too late to back away when the Uber accepted her ride to his address.

It was the middle of the night, almost two thirty in the morning the last time she checked her phone, but still, she wanted to be bold, to have courage, she didn't want to waste any more time.

Yn buzzed his doorbell nonstop until a pajama-clad Lewis Hamilton opened the door with a confused frown on his face. She didn't give him much time to question before starting.

"I am so sorry, I feel so dumb, I should have been more honest with myself and with you, Lewis."

"I-" he started, but she cut him off.

"I love you," she confessed. "I love you too and I was just too afraid to lose our friendship to confess it, I didn't want to see my feelings for what it was, and I made you suffer in the process. I am truly sorry for that."

It was like a height left her shoulders.

"Am I still in time to be your best friend but also your lover and biggest admirer and whatever more there is to be?"

Lewis chuckled rolling his eyes at her cute antics before sweeping her off of her feet into a tight hug that gave them just enough space to stare at each other's faces and finally kiss.

Wrote this while listening to "Nobody gets me" by queen SZA. Hope yall like this, I am way too sleepy to try and proofread or look for basic mistakes, so I'm really sorry if you see those. Don't forget to like, reblog, yada yada yada it makes me happy and inspires me to write more, do it without thinking twice <3 *mwah*

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #f1 imagines #lewis hamilton one shot #requests #millie writes #blurbs #prompt party #lewis hamilton x you #lh44

[doodle-pops]

A Love That Burns

Celegorm x reader

Request: I'M SO GLAD YOU OPENED THE REQUESTS NONNY!!!!!! You are an absolutely wonderful writer, I eat every one of your writing like the best steak ever🥺🥺 I live for angst, so👉👈 Can i request a fem!reader x celegorm or carantir? Reader is the human wife of one of our angry boys, and although she loves her husband very much, she still feels insecure in relationship with the elf because of societal prejudices(( And the boy is tired and doesn't want to deal with anything and the reader has been subjected to some taunts and tries to tell her beloved about it(( But doesn't have time and her elf snaps at her and they fight a lot... And this hothead forgets to control his stupid mouth and says he regrets marrying the reader((((( Of course he didn't mean it, but now he still has to deal with the consequences of his words and his lovely wife's low self-esteem(( Happy or unhappy ending, your choice! – anon

A/N: This was different from what you requested anon, and I’m terribly sorry. I do despise not writing what someone requested, however, I got lost in the writing because it was ANGST, a beloved theme of mine. I did try my best to stay on the part of the dispute and angst theme, but the reasons were entirely different from what you described. Apologies in advance, yet I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: heavy angst, breakup, dispute, mentions of Tyelko’s physical altercations, hurt/no comfort or happy ending

Words: 2k

Synopsis: You've decided after years of following the leader, to make your own stand and create a new path in your life.

As you stormed into the cosy room, the door slammed shut behind you, capturing the attention of your husband. He sat there, aloof and unperturbed, even though the anger coursing through your veins was impossible to miss. You shot him a fierce glance, and he casually raised a wine glass to his lips before turning his attention back to the dancing flames in the fireplace. Curiously, Huan, his loyal companion, was absent from the room this time, offering you a rare moment of solitude to confront the silver–haired, nonchalant elf.

With the room now yours alone, you felt liberated to unleash a torrent of fury and horror upon your husband. “You certainly left your mark today,” you seethed, your voice dripping with suppressed rage as you rifled through the closet, yanking clothes from drawers and shelves. Celegorm’s back remained turned, allowing you to carefully plan your approach without escalating the impending argument prematurely.

A scoff escaped his lips, followed by an eye roll and a leisurely yawn. It was a familiar scenario, one that played out every time he committed some outrageous act that grated on your sensibilities. Tonight was no exception. He seized the opportunity to make it a grand spectacle, leaving some unfortunate young elf languishing in a jail cell, beaten and bruised. While his actions might have warranted a more measured response, your husband was hardly one to concern himself with propriety when his adrenaline surged.

“I’ve always had a knack for leaving a lasting impression, my dear. It’s part of who I am; you ought to know that by now,” he retorted with a snide undertone. He exuded an air of regal charm and charisma as he spoke, seemingly immune to the consequences of his deeds, convinced that they were merely lessons in “respect” and “superiority.”

A surge of disgust welled up inside you as you shot a sidelong glance at him while continuing to stuff your clothes into his hunting bags. His utter lack of self–awareness and compassion left you bewildered. The Celegorm you had once known, a carefree, compassionate, and admittedly stubborn elf, seemed like a distant memory. Well, the stubborn part was still very much intact, but the night he had sworn that ominous oath had marked a turning point. It was as if you had witnessed the elf you once loved killed a part of himself, only to be reborn as a living nightmare. At times, you had even tried to convince yourself that this transformation was a necessary response to the darkness lurking in the world.

Day after day, night after night, you made promises and excuses for his behaviour. “He’ll change, he’ll change. This isn’t truly him,” you chanted to yourself after every heated confrontation. Yet, Celegorm had a knack for shattering your hope and turning it into a cruel mirage. You had lost all your friends, and any family who had wished to reach out had distanced themselves, fearing Tyelko would turn their presence into yet another issue. Jealousy had never been an issue before, nor had paper–thin insults. Things that could have been brushed off and ignored were now carefully nurtured by him, allowed to fester and destroy your life.

You were utterly alone, with even his presence feeling non–existent.

“It’s quite fascinating how your idea of making a lasting impression involves beating up those who dare to voice their whimsical comments. Must you inflict harm upon people for their veiled statements?” you snapped, unable to contain your thoughts any longer, your frustration with his demeanour finally bubbling over.

“Are you still dwelling on about that?” he retorted, irritation lacing his voice as he tightened his grip on the wine glass, causing a hairline crack to snake its way along its delicate surface.

Furious and fed up, you flung the clothes onto the ground, your anger and frustration boiling over. You spun around and shouted at him, “Yes, I am! And I won’t apologise if it bothers you, since you never bother to do the same for me!” Your inner turmoil had reached a breaking point, and you longed to shake some semblance of compassion into him. His obliviousness to the pain his thoughtless actions caused you only added more fuel to the fire. “All you ever do is harm people for senseless reasons and act as if no one should ever dare to criticise your actions!”

Growing tired of craning his neck and straining his ear to hear your grievances, he abandoned the sofa and turned to face you. He remained by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth it offered. He stared at you with his piercing forest green eyes, a silent warning that seemed to say, “Choose your words carefully.”

“No one has the right to speak about my family and our actions! They have no idea what we’re going through—”

“Well, I do, because I live it every day with you, and your methods of releasing your frustrations are unbearable!” You yelled in frustration, your voice rising in pitch. “I’ve tried to help you, and you’ve pushed me away, so now you resort to displaying your insecurities.”

“Insecurities?!” His right eye twitched, and he strode across the room to confront you, his fists clenched in frustration. His bewildered expression betrayed genuine hurt at your accusations, as if he couldn’t fathom you taking jabs at his struggles. It was a side of you he hadn’t expected; you had always been the compassionate and thoughtful one. “How is me defending you and my family from naysayers an act of insecurity?”

He shifted his weight to his left leg, his hips rolling in a display of astonishment. You locked eyes with him, your anger still burning as he threw a seemingly irrelevant question your way, acting as if he had no knowledge of the answer. He had witnessed your slow withdrawal from him and his circle, even from his family, but he seemed oblivious to anything beyond power, glory, and the oath. The Tyelko you once loved and grew with had faded away, and it wasn’t just the oath that had changed him; his true ambitions had rendered your presence obsolete, especially if this was the outcome of your arguments.

“Tyelko,” you began with an exasperated sob, “I’ve loved you for so many years, through thick and thin. I stood by your side even when your father was wrong, and I was foolish not to see it. I endured the silent suffering of Formenos, standing with you through your transformations. You think I wouldn’t recognize your insecurity? You only lash out when things don’t go your way to make yourself feel better.” Tears welled up in your eyes, and a few escaped, staining your clothes. Ignoring his judgmental gaze, you lowered your head to wipe your eyes and nose, sniffling as a mixture of tears and snot streamed down your face.

“That still doesn’t explain anything,” he snapped.

Casting him a look of disbelief, you realised that explaining this to him like he was a child was futile; he refused to see your perspective. “You’re becoming just like your father in the later years of his marriage, and I’m forced to walk in your mother’s footsteps. I have no friends left because of you; they’re terrified you’ll harm them if they speak up about my new life. I’m lonely, and you’re not listening. I take part of the blame for following you, but you...you’re tearing apart the rest of my life.”

“They’re not your friends if they’re worried about me making advances,” he retorted, his tone dripping with an air of self–righteousness, as if he had just uttered the wisdom of the ages. “But seriously, how am I ruining your life when I’m just clearing away obstacles?”

A surge of rage erupted within you, the lid of your patience finally blown off, and your words spilt out uncontrollably. “Because you never listen to me! You always believe what you’re doing is for the best, even when I’m clearly unhappy! I’m lonely because you drive everyone away; you don’t offer me the comfort and support you used to! You dismiss my concerns, telling me I’m complaining too much or that I’m a bother. You pick fights with anyone who disagrees with your family’s actions, and it terrifies people! I can’t go on like this anymore, and I’m exhausted!”

He stood there, silent and immobile in the doorway, his face contorting in a mix of confusion and disbelief. His expression seemed to ask, “What are you saying?” as he gingerly placed the wine glass on a nearby shelf in the closet. He opened his mouth to respond, but then hesitated, a deep frown furrowing his brow as he watched you spin around and begin gathering the clothes scattered on the floor, stuffing them into a bag. “W–What are you doing?” he stammered, his voice tinged with concern.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you groaned, forcefully shoving another set of clothes into the bag, your frustration evident. “I’m leaving. This life here isn’t for me.”

Your words hit him like a ton of bricks. Leave? You couldn’t be serious. Your home was with him, your lives were intertwined, and the idea of you leaving him was incomprehensible.

Stumbling forward in a state of shock, he cried out in anguish, “Y–You can’t leave me! We’re married, we have a bond, a life together! You can’t just abandon me! Tell me this is some kind of cruel joke, my love?” Your silence only fuelled his panic, pushing him toward hysterics. He knew that when you fell silent, it was a grave sign of your seriousness, and the waves of displeasure and dissatisfaction coursing through your bond were tearing him apart. He wanted to reach out and shake you, but he had no idea how you’d react.

“Y/N, please answer me, darling? I beg you, tell me you’re not leaving, that you’re just taking a break, perhaps some time away in the cabin?” His voice was filled with anguish and guilt, only now realising the gravity of your pleas as reality crashed down upon him.

You breathed heavily as you continued to gather your belongings, doing your best to avoid eye contact with his anguished performance. Where was this reaction when you first voiced your concerns? “I have every reason to leave, Your Highness. Removing myself from your presence is what I need, and I hope it brings me peace.”

“No! You can’t leave me. I—I love you! Can’t you see that? All those fights I got into defending you from insults and harm, it was because I love you! There was more to them than what meets the eye!” He pleaded with a heavy burden of guilt and regret, willing to get down on his knees if it meant you’d stay, but his pride seemed to hold him back.

Finally gathering all your belongings and slinging the bags over your shoulders, you didn’t bother changing into travel clothes. You’d do that later at a tavern along the way. As you moved toward the exit, Celegorm’s presence blocked your path. “I—…You have every right to be upset with me right now, and I know this, but… Give me a chance, just one chance to make things right! I can change.”

“Why didn’t you change before when you had the chance, instead of now?” He stood there, mouth agape, speechless. “I’ve had wonderful moments with you for most of my life, but these last few years have tarnished everything. And as much as I blame myself, you bear a share of responsibility. Now, step aside and let me leave in peace.” With that, you pushed past him, determined to embark on a new chapter of your life, leaving behind the turbulent past that had brought you to this point.

You didn’t spare him a glance, even though your heart ached with the weight of your decision. It was a wonder how his mother had managed to stand her ground and leave his father, but now you understood what separation felt like. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to leave your heart at the doorstep or cast it aside entirely. All you knew was that making the right decision for the betterment of your life was a painful, but necessary, choice. You only prayed that you would manage successfully on your own without crumbling to the floor.

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[honeybcj]

What do you think about ex lovers now enemies to lovers..it yells rosekiller at me, so if you have any hcs for that please indulge me i love all your hcs especially rosekiller and jegulus and would love to hear your take on this one if you are willing! No pressure though i love any kind of rosekiller

hi darling nonnie <3 makes me all warm and fuzzy that you enjoy reading through all my hcs. there’s absolutely no pressure whatsoever. i’m always more than happy to talk about jeggy and rosekiller!!! those are my guys!! i am so on the same page about it giving rosekiller vibes though. here’s what i’ve got for you (with my twisty take on it):

— barty and evan definitely dated as like late teens/early twenties, convinced that they would be It—forever. like really cheesy stuff because they just got each other. being with one another was as easy as breathing, but i see it coming to and end when barty goes a little off the deep end from repressed trauma and/or evan is offered some prestigious position studying actual medicine and not his back alley, shoddy studies he was doing before.

— post-breakup, they are doing their own things, barty still in the same city where they fell in love for the first time while evan is off doing god knows what in god knows where. it didn’t end on good terms because barty didn’t want to leave, but he also didn’t want evan to leave. this triggers a trauma response and he Hates evan for just leaving him. evan, on the other hand, is pissed because he doesn’t understand why barty wouldn’t want to support him when evan has always been there for barty.

— despite them not being in the same circles anymore, they curse each other’s names, pissed off at the world, and vow to completely obliterate one another should they ever see each other again.

— flash forward to when they’re like in their 30s or 40s (like this tension and hatred between them goes on for YEARS) but evan moved back home and lo and behold, he runs into barty at the fucking grocery store of all places!!!! they both reach for the same plant-based drink…and the bickering ensues, definitely one of those old married couple kind of quarrels.

— and next thing you know, because barty is a Healed and Decent person after all this time (mostly), and he’s like, stumbling over his words, getting out, “so, do you want to go for drinks this weekend?” and that’s that. evan agrees, no qualms. if anything, he ducks his head shyly, mumbling his “yes” under his breath. they’ve got Lots to catch up on.

— drinks go a lot better than anticipated and it’s like falling in love all over again. needless to say, these fuckers are still horny all these years later and barely make it back to ev’s apartment before barty rails evan (or vice versa because i do love me some bottom barty & those bitches are actually switches) and it’s like coming home.

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[cinnamoneve]

hi hi!! congratulations on your 100 followers! can i request a nanami fic with prompt no. 29 please?🤩

also, i love your works!! can't wait to read more of them!💗🌻

prompt #29 - "i'm beginning to think i imagined you all along"

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ "cornerstone" by arctic monkeys

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ee thank you for the sweet words nonnie !!! sending you all my love :) this is my first nanami (and angst) piece so i hope i could do your boy justice (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ thank you for requesting!!!

nanami took the breakup harder than anyone expected.

his friends, family–even he was shocked at how unprepared he was. after you moved out, he searched for any kind of solace he could. no-contact was especially hard on him. all he wanted to do was call you up and mend your relationship in any way possible..

but it all became too much. the love died out, eventually, as it seemed to always do. you and nanami had a phase where you weren’t lovers, just two people living together, going about your days with no passion for what once was. there was stonewalling, periods of no communication, and extreme feelings that seemed to bottle up and pour out at the most unfortunate times.

it would be best if it was over. and it was a difficult decision for you to make. it was hard seeing him cry together with you, but it was for the best if you cut ties.

maybe you’d come back to each other. if you love something, you let it go, right? and if it’s meant to be, it comes back to you, right?

right?

evidently, he wasn’t good at letting go.

he wanted to be better at it. he understood. there was a gap in time where he let you be. savored the no-contact because he wanted to respect your wishes. and it all got to him worse than he thought it would. maybe he could stage an ‘accidental’ meet-cute, and the two of you could fall in love all over again. 

so he’d put on his best outfit, one he made sure you liked, and caked on the cologne he wore when you first started dating. scent is one of the most potent senses, he argued, that one whiff would carry you back to the best times.

the moon and all her stars laughed together, knowing that the scene before them has played out time and time again.

nanami occupied anywhere he could to try and find you again. in one bar, he could swear that there was someone who laughed just like you.

in his best attempts at being inconspicuous, he hovered around the bar area just to steal a glimpse at your twin. 

or what he thought was your twin. turns out, the person just laughed like you. and that’s all there was to it. a laugh that plagued his mind, at this point. a laugh that warmed him with only a thought; one that continued to ring in his ear even if he couldn’t remember the last time he heard it.

god, what he’d kill to bathe in that laugh one more time. to really soak it up knowing it’d be his last. he can’t believe some of the last words you exchanged were underneath the anger of an argument.

he’d grown tired too. work was especially bad, and by the time he’d gotten home he had run out of understanding. he was uncharacteristically quick to snap, easy to upset. eventually, you decided it’d be best to say nothing at all rather than risk it.

the relationship felt like a timebomb, just minutes from detonation. it finally seemed to give when it needed to.

there was more unsaid on his end. 

he traveled to the next bar. maybe you’d be here instead.

it was a place you and him frequented when life got to be a little too much. every so often, a date night was in order to reset it all and start over with a clean slate. he’d order your favorite drink, something stiff for himself, and an appetizer for the two of you to share over the hours you’d spend catching up.

it was a little check-in with one another. he hasn’t been here in months.

he was beginning to see you in everyone he came across. it was getting painful. all the faces and voices made his brain a little fuzzy. chalk it up to the alcohol, maybe to the lovesickness; nanami couldn’t tell.

the atmosphere was warm, but he felt anything but. the overwhelming smells of mixed drinks and various bar foods were starting to get to him. the music was a little bit too loud, glasses were clinking too much for his liking, and he could start to feel a headache forming just behind his eyes.

you’d have the remedy. you’d know how to make him feel better.

he didn’t have you to go home to though. to play up his illness a little bit too much, so you’d baby him and dote on him even if you knew he was exaggerating.

nanami kept up a hardened attitude, most of the time. with you, it felt like he could be soft and more open than he usually could be.

you were his blanket. and even if you didn’t know it, you still were; nanami hated himself for this. it was hard to be all alone again. everyone was starting to look like you.

they’d order your usual drink, say a word that you pronounced funny one time, wearing a color that you swore you looked bad in, even though you never did.

pieces of you were everywhere. in everyone. love is evident in every corner of this bar, because you exist and everyone has a little part of you in them. you’re the embodiment of it. it was hard to not be with you like this.

nanami thought he was losing it – no one could put a finger on where you’d been, if they’d seen you, or recall any details of what you’ve been up to since the break up, and it was slowly driving him insane. it seemed like the relationship, and you in general, were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. there wasn’t a trace of you anywhere. in the bar, in the world, in his apartment; just existing in the cavity of his very being.

so he left. he called a cab and waited anxiously for it to pull up. not usually an anxious man, nanami fiddled with the apartment keys in his coat pocket in an effort to look busy. shuffling in, he made light conversation while the driver followed the gps closely back to the cold apartment waiting for him. 

the window was cracked and the night air was electric with conversation and scents of the bustling streets at night. the air carried the smell of you into the cabin.

not your perfume or the soap you use, but the way the nape of your neck smelled when he delicately kissed your shoulders. it smelled like a sunday morning in bed, getting out of bed at the very last minute to get your day started. it was you, it was you, it was nothing but you.

the driver could’ve taken a left at the petrol station as a quick way to cut the ride in half. if he were a better man, nanami would’ve helped the driver out to get home and be with you quicker. but just for tonight, he’d sit in this cab a little bit longer with the window wide open.

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[vivalas-vega]

Hey! Could I request a Hangman x Reader, where she is childhood best friends with hangman (they have feelings for each other) and also part of the dagger squad and she finds out her bf was cheating on her so her and Phenix (the readers bestie) get drunk and are on the bar singing Before He Cheats and the dagger squad and jake just think they are having fun and bob is like ‘oh no they actually did that to his car’? And Jake is just kinda proud and then they end up getting together?? Angst with Fluff? Sorry it is a long request!

this request actually made me lol - I am partial to a good Before He Cheats moment (I actually just a few days ago had my own moment in a bar with this song however it wasn't nearly as cool it was just drunk screaming at my friends who were not as invested in the song as I wanted them to be) I hope I did this request justice for you nonnie!!!

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The air in the bar was balmy and doing nothing to help with the flush settling over your skin as alcohol coursed through your veins. As you sat off to the side nursing your beer you couldn’t help but let your mind wander and drift over the events of the past few hours… There’s no shock quite like walking in on your boyfriend and his assistant in your own bed but you weren’t shocked, you were actually kind of relieved... but the relief only lasted for a few moments before anger took over and soon you were calling Phoenix and doing something the two of you would probably have to take to your graves. Sitting here in the bar watching your friends and giving them reassuring smiles every time they fretted over you brought that feeling of calmness back, the feeling that you had dodged a bullet and been given a shiny get out of jail free card you’d honestly been hoping and praying for. 

You didn’t want Thomas, he was merely a stopgap… someone to keep the other side of your bed warm and distract you from the crushing weight of affection you held for your best friend. The best friend you’d known since diapers, who grew up with you and talked you into following the same career path, the best friend who flirted with you endlessly but never let it go any further… the best friend who was sliding up to you and wrapping an arm around your waist as you sat perched on a bar stool near the pool table.

“How are you feeling, angel?” he asked, looking down at you like you were the only person in this bar and as he started absentmindedly drawing patterns into the exposed skin of your hip you really wished he would keep his hands to himself and take those stupid green eyes and intoxicating cologne to the other side of the bar. He had his own ideas about Thomas… ideas that consisted of thinking he shouldn’t exist, and he surely shouldn’t exist within a ten mile radius of you. He simply wasn’t good enough and he wasn’t alone in that notion though his opinion was certainly the strongest… however, it didn’t really matter who it was, no one was good enough for you as far as he was concerned.

“I’m good, Jake,” you responded just as Rooster approached and shoved a shot of whiskey into your hand.

“Come on, drink up,” he ordered, raising his own to cheers with you.

“This is called peer pressure, Roo, and Nancy Reagan taught me better,” you protested and chuckled as he shot you a glare.

“Shut up and drink,” he said and you sighed, clinking your glass to his and throwing it back. It burned your throat and you immediately felt the warmth radiate throughout your chest as Jake reached out to shove Rooster’s shoulder.

“Stop trying to get her drunk, man,” he sighed, “I’m going to go get you water,” he said and you wrapped your hand around his, keeping him in place.

“I’m fine, Jake. We’re not five years old on the playground anymore, you don’t have to take care of me.”

“I’m always going to take care of you.” he responded in the way he always did that told you that was that, no further discussion. “Don’t let Chicken brainwash you into thinking this is how you handle a breakup.”

“It is how you handle a breakup. Get so drunk you forget the pain, puke it all out tomorrow and then go about your life,” Rooster replied as if he was giving life altering advice. Jake shoved him away again, not stopping until he took the hint and busied himself elsewhere before returning his attention solely to you.

“Are you sure you’re good? You’re eerily calm considering what happened…” he said, and he wasn’t wrong. You’d strolled into the bar hand-in-hand with Phoenix and dropped the news of your cheating boyfriend like it was the weather report as you ordered from Penny… who tried to give it to you on the house before your glare had her ringing it up full price.

“I mean… was it an asshole move? Sure, but I’m fine, and he got what he deserved,” you said with a shrug, taking another sip of your beer.

“What does that mean?” he asked and you decided to play up how drunk you were, looking back to him with blank eyes.

“What does what mean?” you responded and he just chuckled, plucking the drink from your hands.

“Okay, you’re cut off for the moment.” he said, setting the drink at a nearby table. He wrapped an arm around you again and you leaned into him, enjoying the comfort as your eyes fluttered closed but they were open again in an instant and you were twisting in his grasp trying to lock eyes with Phoenix as the sound of Carrie Underwood filled the bar.

“Did you do this?” you called out to her, quickly jumping from your seat and meeting her halfway as she shook her head no and the two of you fell into each other in a fit of hysterics.

“I thought you did!” she said and you shook your head as she took your hands and started dancing and singing along… well, the best the two of you could around your laughter. Jake watched as Phoenix hoisted you onto the bar and clambered up after you and just as Penny turned around to yell at you he shot her a pleading look.

“Let them have it,” he said and Penny weighed her options before conceding, looking up at you making a dance floor out of her bar and deciding to let it go… you and Phoenix needed to let loose more often and if it meant disinfecting her bar the second you got down then so be it. 

“I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,” you shouted at each other as you danced and Jake watched in admiration, wondering how the hell you managed to be so carefree in the face of something that would cripple most people. 

“Well, at least she’s letting off some steam somehow,” he commented to the rest of the group who had gathered to watch their best friends.

Bob chuckled, “she’s already done plenty of that tonight.” he said and Jake whipped his head around to look at the wizzo.

“What does that mean?” Between this and your cryptic statement earlier he was now thoroughly convinced you’d done something but he didn’t know what and he hated feeling out of the loop when it came to your life.

“Oh, uh…” Bob stammered.

“Bob.” 

“Uh, Phoenix may or may not have let me know they got up to some extracurriculars before they came here, potentially inspired by this song…” he answered and Jake looked back at you in awe, laughing as he imagined it and chest swelling with pride. Sure, he was a little jealous it was Phoenix you called to commit a crime with, but you needed her and she needed you. He’d had you his whole life and he might have been everything to you but so was Phoenix, she understood you in ways he couldn’t and if that meant she was your person for vandalism and destruction of property that was fine by him. He lifted his arms to grip your hips as the song ended and supported you as you jumped to the floor, keeping his arms in place as you looked up at him wide eyed and breathless.

“Heard about your pregaming activities,” he said and you smirked.

“Are you gonna lecture me?” you asked and he just shook his head, taking a step forward and pressing you against the bar.

“Nope. It’s a hell of a lot more tame than what I wanted to do to him,” he said and you just nodded. “Is it wrong that the visual of you in these little shorts destroying his car is a turn on?” You suddenly felt acutely aware of how close the two of you were, of the way he was looking down at you like you were responsible for hanging all the stars in the sky, and the way his fingertips were digging into your skin. “Because it is… I cannot imagine anything hotter,” he said, bringing a hand up to cup the side of your face.

“No, it isn’t wrong…” you said softly, losing the capacity to say anything else as his eyes bored into yours. “Question is, what are you going to do about it?” you asked, regaining your footing and he smirked as he pressed against you, pushing you further against the bartop and caging you into place.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he countered, enjoying how easily he was riling you up and that little voice in your head telling you to pull back, to stop this before it went too far, to preserve the friendship was ignored… it was Jake, at this point nothing could break your friendship and you saw a wide open opportunity to make your feelings known.

“I want you to kiss me,” you replied and he obliged instantly, leaning down and capturing you in a kiss that had you dizzy and falling against him. He pulled back and softly smiled as you looked up at him in a daze, fighting every urge to kiss you again and never stop. 

“Come on, angel… let’s get you home,” he said just as Rooster appeared with another drink and Jake shoved it back in his direction. “Nuh uh, give it to Phoenix. And you,” he turned his attention back to you, “are not allowed to accept drinks from strange men anymore,” he said and you just giggled.

“Strange men?” Rooster protested but it was ignored.

“Is that so?” you asked, looping your fingers through his as he led you out of the bar. “And why is that?”

“I’m the only one buying your drinks from now on, sweetheart… and I’m the only one taking you home,” he said, and you leaned your head against his arm as you stepped into the cool night air.

“I think I’m good with that…” What you didn’t see was everyone rolling their eyes and slapping twenties into Phoenix’s outstretched hand, but you didn’t care… all you saw was Jake and that’s all that mattered.

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[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Vox and Alastor's breakup/Fight was huge--and messy as fuck. Quite simply, unlike what canon is hinting at where Valentino came to Vox's rescue and Alastor ruined one of his Antenna it didn't happen here--and for those 7 years, Alastor lived with the belief he'd killed his beloved Vox. Which is the main reason why Alastor took over the entertainment district--too keep anything of Vox's alive. So yeah, Alastor runs the Vees. TV isn't as powerful--Radio is in every house, but huge televisions are on every corner, running 24/7 informing sinners of news and such and you can rent a tv alongside videos. (And the big TVs show Valentino's porn for a few limited hours at night. Val is....not someone Alastor cares alot for, especially once it comes out Vox sent an SOS to him. Once Velvette and Nifty become friends however, Alastor can see what Vox saw in Velvette.)

Vox's deal with Lucifer is alot more freer then whatever canon Alastor has going on. Lucifer's only command is this: Help and Protect Charlie to the best of your abilities and I'll give you power. The more you help her the more power you'll get in return.

So Vox doesn't really want to free himself at the moment--why would he, when helping the Princess would get him ridiculous amounts of power? (And with this power, he could protect himself from Alastor? He'd never be afraid of dying a second time again.) And that's why he avoids radios, knowing if Alastor picks up his voice the deer will know he's up and alive.

Upon his return and realization that Overlords aren't solo acts anymore and that Alastor owns the Vees and the entertainment district, Vox gets in contact with a hidden Overlord that owes him big time--after all, Vox did stop him from betting his soul and well seeing how Valentino's life is absolute shit at the moment it's a good thing he did.

Husker is, of course grumpy as ever, but agrees to take on his overlord status again and Join Vox at the Hotel--both of them proclaiming themselves as allies and the Hotel and the area around it their territory, easily surrounding the land with hearts, spades and lightning bolts.

While the two overlords are decorating, Angel Dust lifts up his phone, and takes pictures of Vox, and sends them to Valentino.

Valentino prints them out, and drops them off at Alastor's desk, murmuring about how having Angel Dust at the hotel might be a good thing after all.

HI AGAIN SWAP NONNY!!! youre so cool marry me. I mean what wait who said that

oh my GODDDD fuck the idea that alastor thinks he fucking KILLED vox when the other disappeared... im gonna be SICK he thought he killed his beloved and because of it even though he hates modern technology and all the buzz and noise that comes along with it he decided to take control of the entertainment district because itw as the only thing he thought he had left of vox... do you think he kept like voxs old heads or something and like has a makeshift grave or something. and he hates val because vox went to ask him for help but he didnt come in time so he thinks its BOth their faults that vox is gone... oh my god. oh my fucking God........ im really gonna be sick nonny why would you do this to me THEYRE SO FUCKIGn .OWUAUGAHHHHH TEARS MY HAIR OUT

YEAHH husk and vox friendship here is so sweet to me. i like to think that vox and husk join in on the bonding activities at the hotel with charlie and hype her up sometimes. also since theres no niffty here would vox also act as a niffty type person? like he and husk share duties between them of being concierge/janitor/bartender.... imagining vox in a bartender suit and a maid outfit was probably not the best thing to do for my fragile mind tbh but. You know. You see my vision right nonny dont you (i am shaking you gently)

GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!!!! is angel acting like double agent like here or something? or are he and val in less of an employee/abusive boss relationship here and more of a comrades-in-arms relationship here united under alastor's tyranny? whatever it is im excited to hear more :) please dont stop with this nonny the brainrots getting to me

#swap au #ran rambles #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #general asks

[ohbabydollie]

Okay! Hear me out-

Reader actually gets pregnant in result of the ‘breeding’ sess the two had after babysitting reader’s niece/nephew and reader’s panicking ‘cause they’re afraid of schlatt’s reaction (bc they’re keeping the baby obvly).

Then they discover schlatt’s want to be a father maybe bc they found a diary or bc perhaps schlatt’s experiencing the early stages of male sympathy pregnancy (real thing btw) and is handling it in a way that indicates that he might wants or something. Idk, you do you.

But eventually reader tells him after feeling a bit assured that schlatt would be mad (they’re still a nervous wreck) and lets just say schlatt’s over the moon! Over the moon that his ‘little plan’ worked.

Also, this takes place a few good, long years after they broke up so they got their shit together and schlatt’s still making good money of off yt but he isn’t as popular as he used to be or he pulled a 2024 og YouTuber and ‘retired’ AKA pulled back from making AS much content as he used to.

THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WANT THE SERIES TO END!! THIS JUST NEAR THE END OF THE TIMELINE OF THE MUTUAL BREAKUP SERIES!!!

The actual end (of the timeline, not the series!) is them getting married, having a few kids, and growing old together in their little cottage in the woodland countryside (w/ a balcony cause schlatt mentioned he wanted one) 💕💕💕

another level being is speaking to you nonnie, this is literally the ideal way to end the timeline and the way you predicted most of the 800 follower celebration fic, but anyways

I rewrote it in a few days and was lowkey sad 😔

#dollie yaps 🗣️ #🍓🍰 anon

[thisismeracing]

hello! okay so #2 is screaming charles for some reason? can it be angsty? please and thank you.

I don't know why, but I absolutely agree, nonny. Hope you like it! ❤️‍🔥

From the Quick Prompt List: 2. “I would have never let you down like you did to me”

word count: 0.7k

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x charles leclerc

warnings: angst, not proofread, mentions of a breakup, and cheating. no happy endings.

When you love someone, that person is the last one you expect to hurt you. Yet, you're aware that if they ever do, it would destroy you.

Charles Leclerc was this person to Yn. The one capable of building and destroying her world in the blink of an eye, but when she noticed it was too late. She was into deep, he was too attentive, too affectionate. Charles was not ashamed to show his love for her, to hell the cameras and the gossips, he would kiss you and hold you and talk about you every possible time.

When she comes to think about it, Yn wonders that maybe that's the reason why she never thought he would do what he did. There were no small signals, or things she could have predicted to her or anyone around. Yet, it happened.

"Why?" it's a simple question. Just one word. She's staring directly at his green eyes, they're full of tears doting his once oh-so-pretty features, while Yn's holding hers back.

"I don't know, babe, I- there's no explanation, it was an accident-"

Y is quick to interrupt, "An accident?? Are you even hearing yourself right now, Charles? An accident is forgetting to pick up dry cleaning, not buying enough groceries for a gathering, or crashing your car while parallel parking," she goes on naming things that they went through together and ended up becoming inside jokes. Their inside jokes. Their domestic moments. All ruined now. "A lot of things can be labeled as an accident, but what you did was cheating. You betrayed me!" although there's so much hurt in her voice, her tone is still even, her face still dry. She's way too hurt, she's way too shocked, still trying to process what he did to her after years of what everyone would call "undying love".

"I am really really sorry, Yn. I got drunk and I- I was so... I've missed you so much and then I don't know I felt lonely."

"Now it's my fault because I wasn't around? Is that what you're saying?"

"God, no, babe! You're just twisting my words."

"Because you're not making any sense!! You're trying to justify something unjustifiable," she takes a deep breath, runs her hands on her hair and face, and then drops it by her side defeated.

"I am sorry, Yn. Please, believe me, love. I will spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, but please, just give me another chance. At least try to listen to me," Charles is looking at her, eyes pleading, body as defeated as hers. It did affect him as well, she wasn't surprised, but it was different when you're the one cheating and not being cheated on.

His eyes used to be so comforting to her. He used to look angelic, his messy brown hair like a halo on top of his head, the small dimples always greeting her whenever they shared eye contact. Right now, he looked ugly. Not because he was disheveled, but because he wasn't her boyfriend anymore, that wasn't the man she once loved. That was the shell of a man, the shell of a man who cheated on her.

The silence goes on for a couple of minutes which feels like hours, it's thin and can almost cut both of them, Charle's sniffs the only sound from inside the apartment. From the windows Yn can see the city, she can hear the cars honking, life happening, and so many people and possibilities. It's crazy how her world was crumbling down, while the rest of the world was normal. It was just a normal Tuesday, but not for her nor for Charles. Tuesdays would never be the same, or maybe they would, but it would take time.

She finally breaks the silence, "I would have never let you down like you did to me," finally one tear slips from her eyes, it travels down her cheek and slides to the floor. The monégasque feels his heart contract, it physically pains him to watch it all godown, but he knows it was his fault and his fault only. "Now you're dead to me, Charles," it's a whisper, it almost feels like a curse a fairy would throw upon an ungrateful person because that's how Charles starts to feel like he's dying. His mistake cost half of his future, the secure and stable half, the half he promised to cherish and protect, and love. The half that did it all for him, loved, cherished, and protected, the half that now talked out of his front door and left his place as cold as if it was a winter night.

Wrote this listening to a bunch of songs about cheating, but mainly "RIP" by Olivia Obrien (that's where I took the prompt phrase from hehehe) hope you guys like it, don't forget to like, reblog, comment, and send me an ask, send to your besties, whatever you feel like doing or all the above, I will love you anyways. *mwah*

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[mariaofdoranelle]

Hiiiii for your drabelfest can i have a jealous ex chaol???

Lost the Breakup

Written for my Drabblefest

Nonnie, you absolutely can. I’m addicted to Maisie Peters’ new album, so I took some inspiration from it if you don’t mind heheheh

Also, I wasn’t clear in the post but the Drabblefest legislator (me) is adamant about writing for every single ask I receive!! with very few exceptions that involve creepy illegal stuff. but i’m okay with writing fun illegal stuff like drugs or murder. allegedly. don’t look at me, fbi agent.

Warnings: language, this fic isn’t Chaol-friendly

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If anyone asked Aelin why she was sitting at a bar tonight, she wouldn’t know how to explain it. At least not without telling that last month she got the news that she’s not exciting and her boyfriend—now ex—isn’t in love anymore.

What she did know is that she must look pathetic having a drink by herself—which was definitely not the plan when Fenrys said he’d find someone to make her ex jealous. She sighed and texted her friend.

Aelin: where the hell is your himbo

Fen: on his way

Fen: just so you know

Fen: i picked him for his height and hotness

Fen: not his personality

Aelin: you’ll owe me one if he’s boring

Fen: i’m literally saving your ass

“Hey,” a highly familiar voice said when Aelin was texting a snarky response. “it’s been forever.”

“Hi,” Aelin gave him a taut smile. “what a coincidence.”

And by that, she meant what a coincidence that after stalking every college bar you go to on Instagram, checking which posts with daily plans you and your friends liked, and narrowing it down to two options, we ended up in the same place at the same time.

“So…” Chaol cleared his throat. “you wanna get a drink? Like, together.”

When Aelin opened her mouth to say no, a guy she recognized from the football team—Ronan? Roman?—put his arm around her shoulder and looked down at Chaol.

“Babe.” He cocked his head, looking down at Chaol. “Is he bothering you?”

Still sitting on her stool, Aelin leaned her head against Ronan’s torso, sent Chaol a fake apologetic look and said, “I’m kinda busy, but thanks.”

“Sure.” Chaol gave them a stiff nod. His jaw was tight, his movements unnaturally smooth as he walked away with clenched hands on his sides.

Dear Mala, it looked a lot like Aelin was about to win the breakup.

Ronan’s eyes were squinted at Chaol as her ex walked out. “The way Fenrys begged me to come here to make him jealous made me think he’d at least be hot.”

Aelin opened her mouth with a retort ready, but closed it again when something clicked “What do you mean Fenrys begged you to come?”

“I only came when he made it clear he was asking for a favor, not playing matchmaker.”

Aelin sipped her Moscow Mule, trying to figure Ronan out. “You won’t have a date with a girl unless it’s to make her ex jealous?”

He snorted. “Not a date Fenrys finds me, no.”

After brief introductions and a round of drinks, Aelin found out his name was actually Rowan, not her other guesses. She was so close, but the roll her tongue did while pronouncing his actual name made it much sexier.

Also, she made a mental note to thank Fenrys later. She asked for a usual hot guy, and her friend sent her the gods’ favorite soldier, built like an ancient warrior.

“Tell me how this short man broke your heart.”

Aelin wrinkled her nose. What a way to burst her horny bubble.

“He told me a month ago that he was bored in our relationship, and—“

“And?” Rowan’s tone was surprised, his eyebrows raised. “He insulted your charity work, and there’s more?”

Aelin groaned with her head in her hands, then focused back on Rowan. “We decided to take a break, and two days later Chaol’s ex told me he’d been hitting on her for a week.”

“Guilty of attempted cheating. He’s a piece of shit.” Rowan leaned closer to her. “And if you want, I can, you know…” he sneaked a look at Chaol's way and cracked his knuckles.

“No need, but thanks.” Aelin squeezed his forearm, a laugh almost bursting out of her. “I’m flattered, though.”

Rowan’s eyes widened. “I wasn’t being serious.”

“I doubt that.” She gave him a mischievous smile. “But you can be serious about dancing with me.”

Rowan’s face was starting to twist into a grimace when he stopped and looked at where her hand touched his skin. When he looked back up, something in his eyes had shifted.

He turned his palm up, held her wrist, pulled her close and whispered to her ear, “His friends are watching us, wanna give them something to look at?”

“We should make out.” Aelin licked her lips, taking his ravenous eyes in. “In the name of torturing exes, that is.”

Before she knew it, Rowan took her mouth as if he owned it.

He held her face and neck with both hands, and their languorous kiss turned into something much more fervent when he got up and pressed her against the bar counter.

She burned from the inside out with every flick of his tongue, Rowan luring her into a passionate haze where there was nothing but restless hands, his pine-scented cologne and broad shoulders blocking her from the outside world.

Someone cleared their throat behind Aelin, making them break their kiss. On the other side of the counter, the bartender was watching them with a bored look.

“Do you mind moving over to another place? This area is for ordering drinks.”

They gave him a quick apology and Rowan led her to another part of the bar.

“I can’t see your ex anymore,” he said, looking around while they explored the place. “but his friends are still here.”

Aelin smiled. She hoped she’d pissed Chaol off enough to leave.

“You know what’ll make him go berserk?” Rowan asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

She wiggled her eyebrows. “I’ll do it.”

“If we get out of here together,” he whispered in her ear.

“Fuck, yeah.” Aelin said in a husky tone, her breath heavy as she wrapped her arms around him. “And we should go to my place. My front-door neighbor’s girlfriend’s best friend babysits his little brother.”

Rowan’s parted lips slowly morphed into a smirk. “We can’t lose that opportunity, right?”

“Absolutely not.” Aelin ran her fingers through his hair. “And I think we could do that some other time too. Just for reinforcement.”

Aelin would say she won the breakup, but she barely remembered it as Rowan pulled her face to his again.

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[jalwyn21]

I think Joe wanted to leave Taylor long before he did. She just kept saying he will never meet someone like her, and she is the best thing at that party. She is just that narcissistic. Taylor just used the old feelings to keep him tied to her like a ball and chain. All those lies her pr told People mag about him joining her later makes it so clear now. She got side blinded by the leak of their breakup and she had to go official. It’s curious that that she released those four songs, If This was a Movie, right before the leak. Those songs just screamed she was begging him to come back.

I think you might find this YTuber interesting, Nonnie. He made several videos on her. And he points out some very scary stuff...

#free joe alwyn #nonnie #q&a #anti taylor swift #toxic swifties #parasocial behavior