#angsty exes

[hoonatic]

emergency contact | park sunghoon x reader

prompt: weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that he’s still your emergency contact. pairing: non-idol sunghoon x implied female reader genre: angst with hopeful/happy? ending; second chance romance??; exes to lovers??? word count: 2800 note: i’ve had a cute fic idea that i wanted to write forever…but this is not it. the sad demons have visited me once again. hope y’all enjoy nevertheless and any feedback is much appreciated <3

sunghoon was miserable. 

it had been three weeks, five days, two hours, and thirty-two minutes since the two of you had gone no contact.

he wished he could say he was happy to be single, that he was no longer “locked down” and “whipped” as his friends had always called him. but the so-called “freedom” felt like hell since it meant losing you.

at first, he kept telling himself that time would heal the pain. “it’s natural,” he had repeated like a mantra, “she was your best friend and lover for years.” but no, this heartbreak was inhumane. his desire to see you, apologize endlessly, and spend days holding you until you could feel every ounce of his love was gnawing at his soul. if anything, it got worse by the minute.

he had tried so hard to balance work and the rest of his life, using the excuse several times that he was securing this future for your shared life with him. that one day, you’d be able to reap the rewards of his efforts and live comfortably together without stress.

but what was the use of all of that now? the future he had worked so hard to create was ripped out from his hands by no one other than himself. 

you had accused him of being too busy for you. dates canceled at the last minute, a birthday forgotten, and all the texts left on read had built up to the argument that ended it all. he was always good at fighting, a little too good. he had retorted that you weren’t being supportive, and he was never one to sugarcoat his words. his tongue was sharp, and he did nothing to dull its blade.

but there wasn’t too much yelling on your part, and he thought that that hurt more. he wanted you to fight back, to stand your ground because he knew deep down that he was being the asshole. his toxic thought was that by you fighting back, this meant that you were still fighting for your relationship. but instead, you just stared with silent tears and a blank expression. seeing the indifference in eyes that had previously held so much love was a sight that would stay with him forever. so, in fear of you leaving, he ran instead.

he was a coward, leaving your shared home to run back to the apartment he had still technically owned but hadn’t lived in for more than a year. he locked himself away for a few days, but the realization that you hadn’t attempted to contact him burned more than he could put into words. you were done with him. he had hurt you, had the audacity to be the one to run, and now he had lost you.

he had even run from his job. he couldn’t stand to walk into the same building he stayed in when he forgot dates with you. his coworkers wouldn’t stop asking what happened to him, why he looked so rough. he even found an empty container that had once held lunch you made for him. but his final straw was getting promoted. his first instinct was to call you, but he remembered the sad truth before he could dial. any ounce of pride was washed away with shame in that moment. that same day, he quit without notice.

so there he was: miserable, alone, and unemployed with nothing left to run from but memories. he had spent the last week going through his phone and saving your pictures together in a locked album. he wouldn’t dare delete them, but he couldn’t stomach looking at you either.

he wished he could get drunk and sleep away the pain. he had tried, he definitely did - but that night, he dreamt of you. you were smiling at first, eyes ever full of love. you were speaking, yet he couldn’t hear you. but he could see how your words started to gradually look sadder, and slowly, tears started to fall as your grin dropped. he woke up that next morning crying with the conclusion that he would have to face this heartbreak sober.

but another day of scrolling through albums had stopped abruptly when he saw the notification that changed everything.

SOS i called emergency services from this approximate location after my watch detected a hard fall. you are receiving this message because i have you listed as my emergency contact.

sunghoon had to remind himself to breathe.

he had purchased that watch for you as a “just because” present months ago. you had complained of bad sleep and he wanted you to use it as a way to track your slumber. he hated seeing you tired. he knew that the watch had a fall detection function, but it had never been used before.

his heart was in his stomach as he went to his favorite contacts page and selected your name for the first time in weeks.

“please,” he begged, all notion of running away from you leaving his brain, “pick up please.”

but you just weren’t answering. so he tried again and again and again.

for a moment while the line attempted to connect, he wondered if this was how he had made you feel for months - desperate for a sliver of attention from him. but instead, he was desperate for a sign of life.

finally, after about two minutes of trying to reach you, his body moved of its own accord. before he knew it, his car keys were in his hands and he was out the door.

the car ride there might have been the worst part. the speed at which he drove at almost defied the laws of physics. other drivers were cursing at him but he wasn’t registering anything except the thought of your safety. he just needed to get to you.

why did he run? why didn’t he try to talk it out? if he was so afraid of losing you, why did he do the one thing that would guarantee that? he should have been there like he promised to be from the beginning. you would have been safe with him.

when he pulled up to the house you had shared for so long, he suddenly felt the world slow down. why were emergency services there? you should’ve canceled them by now.

he had to double park as the ambulance was blocking the driveway. why were they here?

the emts and police had arrived at the same time as him, which both increased his anxiety and soothed him. for one, that meant he had been quick enough. but why did you need them?

“sir, do you know–” an officer had approached him as he stumbled to the front door. all he could understand was your name. why were they asking if he knew you? of course he knew you. you, the love of his life. you, his soulmate by every meaning of the word. you were you. and you were safe.

as if sensing his distress, he felt an emt worker pull him to the side as the same officer prepared to break down the door. seeing this, sunghoon finally returned to his senses.

“w-wait! sorry, i have a key.” sunghoon’s hands were shaking. the only way that door had unlocked was by pure muscle memory because he didn’t understand what he was doing at all.

as soon as the door opened, sunghoon tried to step in. finally, he was close to you. 

the officer, however, pulled him back.

“sir, you should wait here. we need to make an initial search before you can go in.”

“what, why? if she’s in there, i want to see–”

“sir, it’s just in case we find something we wouldn’t want you to see.”

all of sunghoon’s hesitation and fear went out the window at those words. his body flew automatically as he ran inside.

he screamed your name as he rushed in, ignoring the yells of the police officers who followed him in. as it had been for almost four weeks, his only thought was you. he just needed you.

he checked the ground floor first, eyes scanning the open space in less than a second as his body avoided an officer trying to grab him. sunghoon then moved to the staircase, long legs prepared to skip steps to reach you. then suddenly, he heard the voice his ears had been longing for,

“sunghoon?!”

his head shot up. there you were, finally. he saw the sadness, confusion, and fear all flash your face as you registered the emergency workers behind him. you looked exhausted and unruly, but he had never felt more in love.

he didn’t even remember climbing the steps, but suddenly he was at the top of the staircase and you were in his arms. 

you could feel him trembling as he held you. you took his face into your hands to look at him, “sunghoon? what’s wrong? why are you here? is it my parents? is someone hurt?” you watched as his mouth opened but no words came out. after a few seconds, one of the officers spoke from the bottom of the steps,

“ma’am, we received an alert from your device that a hard fall had occurred.”

suddenly, you understood everything. taking sunghoon’s hand gently, you led him down the stairs, afraid he’d fall from shock. he followed you silently, but his grip tightened seemingly with every step.

that’s when you noticed your shattered watch on the third step.

you let sunghoon go and you could hear his deep breath when you did. you picked up the watch and offered it up to the officer as an explanation, “i’m sorry officer, it looks like there’s been a misunderstanding…”

the officer nodded in understanding, and dismissed the emts, “got it, ma’am. we will still need a formal report for our records since this was registered as an emergency call.” he motioned to your couch as he took out a pen and paper.

you reached for sunghoon’s hand once more and led him to sit with you. in the moment, you knew he needed you more than you would ever understand. so, as you explained to the officer, you held his trembling hand, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb.

“i was doing laundry here downstairs and had taken off my watch to prevent it from getting wet,” you recounted, “i put it on top of the basket of clothes that i took upstairs. i remember tripping a little going up the stairs - i didn’t fall, but that must’ve been when the watch fell."

"what about your phone, where is it? i'm sure your boyfriend must've tried to call you."

sunghoon slowly nodded at that, turning to look at you. you smiled sheepishly, "i left it upstairs and it was on silent while i folded the clothes. i’m so sorry for the inconvenience.”

after finishing up your statement, the remaining officer prepared to leave. as he walked out the door, he gave a soft smile to the both of you,

“glad to see it was a false alarm, ma’am. you had this gentleman quite worried - ran so fast i couldn’t even grab him!” the officer laughed, “you two have a nice day now! sorry about your watch, though!”

after he shut your door, the silence enveloped your home. you closed your eyes and breathed deeply to prepare to speak to your ex-boyfriend. but as soon as you opened them, sunghoon started to cry softly.

he hugged you tighter than he ever had, and soon enough, his face was buried in your neck. his cries were silent, but you could feel his body shaking as his tears soaked your shirt.

“sunghoon…” you started, stroking his back, “i’m sorry i worried you, honey.”

you knew you shouldn’t be calling your ex pet names, especially an ex that had run from you without properly ending the relationship. but your heart still held so much love for him that it flowed out naturally. and you knew he was crying from more than just worry, so you doubt he minded at all in the moment.

his crying slowed down as his arms took to loosely wrapping around your waist instead. he pulled away from your neck to rest his forehead on yours. from this angle, you could see his swollen eyes and red nose - a sight so rare in all the years you had dated. he was never a crier after all.

but memories of several late-night conversations rushed your mind. he always said his number one fear was your death, and now you could see he had never lied about that.

he could see your mind go elsewhere so he called your name softly, “don’t say you’re sorry. i’m so happy, these are relieved tears. and i just really, really missed you.” he croaked out. you knew he had more to say, so you just nodded, letting him go on.

“and i’m sorry, baby. for everything. i shouldn’t have run, i shouldn’t have tried to egg you on to fight me back. i shouldn’t have even fought anything you said that night. you were right. i didn’t prioritize you. in my attempt to secure you for life, i let you go instead. i’m so sorry, i never wanted to break up.” he was rambling in earnest now, afraid that no words would make you take him back.

you listened quietly as he went on for a few minutes after that, hand continuing to rub his back, “i know honey, i know.”

“baby, you need to understand that i almost died thinking you almost died today,” you could’ve laughed at how dramatically he spoke, “i couldn’t breathe right thinking that our last conversation could’ve been an argument. that you wouldn't have ever known just how deeply i love you and need you. i have so much regret for how i treated you, but if you’d give me the chance, i have all the time in the world to make it up to you…let’s go on that vacation i promised you. we can leave tomorrow if you’d like.” he smiled hopefully at you.

“hoon,” his heart soared at the use of his beloved nickname, “what do you mean? don’t you have work? can you really leave with such short notice?”

“i quit my job.”

“excuse me?”

“no job that made me work that much is worth it. i’ll find one with better work-life balance…after our vacation. if that’s what you still want of course…” he spoke more quietly, as if afraid of rejection.

you sighed. you really should be realistic with this - you two had been broken up for a few weeks at that point. you knew the love was still there, but was this a good decision?

while there was still some hesitation on your part, you couldn't help but notice how gingerly he held you. his arms were still around your waist loosely, yet there was something desperate about their hold. you knew he was holding back from hurting you - you could tell how tightly he wanted to hug you.

he was so shaken up at the idea of you being hurt that he rushed over there despite the two of you not being on speaking terms. for someone who had trouble communicating how he felt sometimes, you knew his actions spoke louder than words. he always acted brave, but there was so much he feared. and you knew losing you was always at the top of this list.

you could also feel how he was simply soaking in the sight of your face. his eyes were shy, yet determined. he wasn't going to risk missing another second of staring at you. a part of you grew conscious, but you knew he was just taking in what he had missed for weeks.

“what about…” you started and almost giggled at how he perked up, “we take it slow - another two weeks or so to talk everything out and relax? to get us to a good place again before you hold me hostage in some foreign country?”

sunghoon smiled softly, kissing your forehead. you leaned in naturally to his warmth, to his touch that you missed so much. “that sounds like a great idea, love.” he spoke, “we’ll get you a new watch too. and i’ll do all the itinerary planning and packing whenever you’re ready, okay? i love you.”

“okay. and i love you too. can’t wait to enjoy your unemployment with you for now!”

one smile and nod from you had him taking you into his arms once more, relishing in your being. he was back where he belonged. he had experienced the scariest reminder ever that he needed you, and sunghoon was never letting you go now.

[touchlikethesun]

modern au wei wuxian would have a career sorta like bridgit mendler, super successful child star turned weirdly well adjusted tiktok star (everyone say ty to lwj and wq for the well adjusted part), and he's a household name for his celebrity activities, but if you google him the first thing that comes up is his absolutely stacked linkedin profile - ivys all the way down and a litany of charities and non-profits that he either founded or chairs - followed by article after article about the life saving world changing research he's headed, and you (average citizen of this AU) are just like "i just saw him doing a couples dance trend on tiktok and wanted to see if he was married when did wei wuxian from like 5 DCOMs get a phd in physics and start 3 non-profits???"

[acowardinmordor]

I think when Steve gets Vecna'd, Eddie adds together what he knows about the situation and comes to a logical conclusion. To him at least. He knows that Steve came here asking for heavy drugs and high quantities. He knows that Steve was sounding a hell of a lot like 'sleep' meant something worse.

He knows that Steve is X, and that means all of the horrible things that Eddie knows X thinks about himself, the guy in front of him thinks that too. He knows that Steve, ever since the letters stopped, has been upsetting the freshmen by being distant and cold.

The only assumption he can come up with is that Steve already took something, and it's hit. Or it's causing a reaction. Or its a bad trip.

He has no hesitation about touching him, immediately checks his breathing and his heart rate. It sorta, kinda seems like an overdose, a little bit could be an allergic reaction, but Steve is trembling like he's scared, and his body is stiff. Those explanations don't make perfect sense, so he watches for something that would mean it IS medical, and heads towards his better guess.

Bad Trip.

Steve is high, and is in a bad brain place, and that means he needs to be grounded. Music helps, right? When he was on that bad trip with Rick after his first senior year, Rick put on one of Eddie's tapes, and talked to him. Calm shit. Encouraging shit.

Eddie fully ignores the flickering lights - electrical gets weird in the trailer sometimes - and grabs the mixtape he made for X, and shoves it into his sorta fucky boombox. It's a mix of X's favorite songs, and the ones he mentioned in his own letters. He doesn't know if Steve ever listened to them, but that tape is the only thought he has.

Gets it playing, and grabs hold of Steve's arms. He knows that Steve stopped talking to him. Since Steve knew who he was, and Eddie didn't know who X was, it means Steve probably doesn't care if Eddie wants him to be okay.

Eddie talks about how everyone else feels.

He tells him about how protective Dustin is. How angry Lucas gets anytime anyone says a bad word about Steve. How Eddie has never seen Robin smile so much. How no one judges him for needing to repeat a year. Everyone knows about how hurt he got, and everyone gets it. No one thinks worse of him for it.

He knows his voice isn't exactly calm and soothing, but the longer this insane eye-flutter, non responsive thing goes, the more terrified Eddie is.

"Steve, please, please, it's okay. Just find your way back. try to breathe, try to feel your body, and you'll be okay. I know - I know I've been an asshole to you. I know, okay. But the boys, Robin, shit, fuck, Steve, I need to apologize for shit, so you gotta slow down your breathing. Whatever you're seeing, it isn't real. I promise it's not real, okay? Come back to the real world and I can get you feeling better, I promise. Steve? Steve?"

He doesn't notice at first that Steve is starting to float. He's too focused on his face, the way his eyes are still rolled back. He lets go before he can notice his own hands rising with him. Shits too real, this isn't just a bad trip, he needs help, he needs an ambulance, a cop, anyone that can actually help Steve.

He has the phone in hand, and is about to dial when he turns back, needing to keep looking at him while he begs someone to come fast. He sees Steve in the air.

One step closer, then another. He keeps trying, another whispered sentence or three. But the lights are going crazy, and the music is staticky, the dialtone is screaming, and suddenly Steve is flattened to the ceiling, arms pulling slowly to the sides.

Eddie runs.

Leaves the door swung open as he throws himself into his van. His hands are shaking and he's hyperventilating too hard to notice Max Mayfield sprinting across the road, up the stairs and into the trailer. He's pulling away, when Max screams as Steve falls.

He hears the scream, he hears and feels the heavy thump of a weight hitting the ground. He knows what that sound must mean.

Eddie runs.

Behind him with the tape still playing, Max holds onto a terrified Steve, who has trickles of blood on his cheeks, and bruises blooming on his arms.

Steve, alive, cursed, who immediately asks if Eddie is safe.

[lucifersresources]

quotes about That Person pinterest inspired.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

you and i will always be unfinished business.

i tried to love you into loving me... that's not how love works.

loving you was a sacrifice. i gave you the power to destroy me, and that's exactly what you did.

i gave you the power to destroy me, and that's exactly what you did.

you will always have a special place in my heart, and that terrifies me.

i won't ever forget you, and maybe that is the only forever the two of us were meant to have.

i'm sorry i had nothing to say that night.

i was so interested to see how you'd break my heart.

you planted flowers inside of me... foolish of me to think you'd water them.

it's pathetic, really, how much i still hope it's you and me in the end.

you said you'd be here.

hell exists... it's 3am, here, without you.

i'm scared that loving you is the only thing i got right, and it still wasn't enough.

i regret the end, the way we couldn't leave one another without wounds.

we made it seem as if all the love we shared was wasted time.

i will always remember the way you folded me at my corners, like there was a part of me you wanted to come back to.

you made me feel, and i don't like it. stop it.

i wish the best for you, i just wish that i was the best for you.

maybe in another lifetime, we get it right.

you had my heart before i could say no.

loving you is the most exquisite form of self destruction.

fuck you for giving up on me.

the worst pain is being hurt by the same person you explained your pain to.

you fucking broke me, and i'm still the one apologising.

i broke my own heart loving you.

now you're just a stranger with all my secrets.

sometimes the beginning is the same as the ending.

what if no one makes me feel the way that you do?

you made it look so damned easy to walk away from me.

you were the hardest lesson i ever had to learn.

you didn't say goodbye, and part of me keeps believing that means you're coming back.

i would've left the entire world behind for you.

you leave teeth marks on everything you love.

all of your devotion turns violent.

you let me go, but you left claw marks.

i don't think i'll ever know how to love someone without swallowing them whole.

love is supposed to turn you soft... i think it only ever turns me brutal.

we wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound.

[thisismeracing]

Babe | CL16

Pairing: black!fem!reader x ex!charles; black!reader x jacob elordi. Reader has she/her pronouns.

Warning: curse words, Twitter environment, allusions to s3x, cheating, break up, angst…Minors DNI!!!

Summary: It’s been a little over a year since Y/n and Charles Leclerc ended their relationship, the fans found out through gossip pages and Y/n went radio silent from everywhere...until the Grand Prix day when she came back with a compromising song and pap pictures of her and new beau. They say revenge is a dish better served cold, right?

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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itsmeyn

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itsmeyn “Babe” is out now in every streaming platform. I was in a really bad place when I wrote this, but I hope my heartbreak can remind you that we are only humans and the good things will come. 😘

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user2 You should not have come back, honestly 🙄

ynsunshine I LOVE IT, QUEEN!!!! Thank you for putting into words what I can’t.

charlesmonaco2 I get it that this is a song and that’s how artists express themselves, but why did she need to drag and expose Charles after almost a year?

⤷ f1winter honestly, I love Charles, but I don’t think she dragged him, she just shared her feelings with us after needing almost a year to heal. She’s quite the brave type.

elordiyn The fact that Jacob is real active and has been feeding us is such a win

⤷ euphoriamazing I hate and love the fact that he doesn’t mind pda too lol you saw that pic of him grabbing her 4ss? 😳 I had such a bi panic

paddockgossip

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paddockgossip After over a year away Y/n came back with a new, and hot - we have to agree-, boyfriend. The fact that Jacob Elordi posed for her in front of his white benz did not go unnoticed by fans. Looks like our Ferrari queen moved on.

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lewisbrasil LEWIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

user10 why are you guys even talking about her? Isnt this a f1 gossip blog?! She’s not f1, move on

charlesunny I loved Charles and Yn together but I honestly cannot remember about them after seeing her and Jacob…honestly, the height difference, the hand Placement, the pda, the laughs 🥹 Im happy for her, she deserves the best

jacobelordi

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jacobelordi 💜 life is better with you by my side, honey. Yn-month dump 📌

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itsmeyn I love you, love 💚

zendaya Im over the moon for you guys!

lewishamilton 🤍🤍🤍 Its good to see you smiling again, Yn! Take good care of her, mate.

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make sure you like and reblog <3 feel free to talk to me as well, my inbox is always open!

[pali-and-proud]

Would Buddy hurt anyone? Why was Buddy shocked when he hurt Chase with the spear? AND WHY THE COMPLETE DIFFERENCE WITH THE SPEAR AND DEACON WITH THE WOLVES?!?

I GET TO TALK ABOUT BUDDY AND DEACON. AHAHA.

Thank you for the Q <3 I love and respect you, but I am going to bypass the first two questions because I am filled with thoughts on Buddy and Deacon's dynamic. Because I don't know if more people noticed (I'm 100% sure others have noticed) but Buddy and Deacon absolutely parallel each other.

What's Buddy's big motivator, as established by the Dreams By Night episode? To escape Ex Libris. To be free, essentially.

What's Deacon's big motivator, as established by The Book of Deacon? To lead his own story, without his parents controlling everything. To be free, essentially.

Buddy, from the beginning, harps on Chase's lack of preparation. Deacon, from the beginning, gripes about Chase's lack of preparation. Deacon over-prepares, to the point where Chase asks him what different scenes mean and what happens in the story. Something he used to do with Buddy, because both Deacon and Buddy indulge Chase in their explanations.

Deacon gets caught off-guard by Chase's perceptiveness, and Buddy gets caught off-guard by Chase's personality. And Chase might gripe about both, sure, but often about superficial, irrelevant details. Complaining about Deacon always being busy, or complaining about Buddy being pretentious. (Not about things of substance, like Deacon having enough money to attend college AND disliking the experience, or about not even knowing Buddy's name.)

We all laugh about Buddy being paranoid, but Deacon matches him pretty well. Deacon isn't spilling any names. Deacon, like Buddy, understands the necessity for secrets. Who makes the plans to hide Prunella? Who keeps telling Chase not to talk to Buddy about her?

(A thought for another time, but--something about kids of strict parents being sneakier, and something about Deacon always convincing Chase into keeping secrets.)

Deacon's being reasonable, and we know that, because we're listening to his reasoning, and his reasoning is nothing like Buddy's. (Buddy's all "EVERYONE is out for themself," while Deacon is a lot more subtly judging the shirtless Hot Topic wanna-be.) But their ACTIONS match each other.

Are they the same character? lmao absolutely not. They have different experiences, different mentalities, different perspectives. Deacon has a support system, whether financial (parents) or emotional (Bronze) or even social (Chase). Buddy has a bright eyed, stubborn kid who sees a vampire and somehow therapizes him, and sees someone covered in thorns and reciprocates their hug because he knows it was needed.

But how similar they are really shines in the Requiem arc. Deacon and Buddy match the other's barbs seemlessly, and they call out the other with ease. Deacon insults Buddy's fashion sense + teeth, Buddy tricks Deacon into nearly getting mauled by wolves, which is probably an escalation, and Deacon immediately starts plotting a revenge. "When I get my hands on him," he outright says, implying some retaliation, and yet he sees Buddy and Chase wrestling a vampire to the ground and immediately asks "What're we doing?"

He immediately joins them. He has no idea what they're doing or why they're doing it, but they're doing it, so he alas has to ascribe to it. And then you remember that Chase is the one who jumped Vamp, and Buddy ALSO has no idea what they're doing or why they're doing it, but Chase's doing it, so he alas has to ascribe.

They get each other, is what I'm saying. They're foils in methods (Deacon annoys Buddy verbally, Buddy annoys Deacon physically////Deacon chooses to maintain peace via secrecy, Buddy prefers honest communication despite the impacts/////etc etc etc) but they're mirroring the other. They're two beams of light, coming from the same source, going in completely opposite directions.

Buddy hurting Chase risked everything Buddy had gained, all the trust and the companionship and the grossly genuine friendship he gained. The physical pain risked ripping the emotional connection between them. Buddy hurting Deacon DOESN'T rip open anything, because however far Buddy takes things, Deacon's prepared to follow out of annoyance and spite alone. They have the same priorities: keep themselves (+ Chase/others) safe, and humble the other when necessary.

And Buddy has an embarrassing crush or something. everyone point at the idiot and laugh

[taintedcigs]

feel like i have a trauma bond with this fandom + tumblr. LIKE i try to leave but i can never quit fully. I JUST CANT.

[aiiku]

"i miss you, i wish you were here"

pairings gn reader ft. oliver, shidou, isagi

tags established relationships in all, oliver being cringe (canon), isagi being a Bad Bro™

notes why is oliver like That. why do i want him anyway 😔

[dumortains]

this theory is literally only based on them having fangs + that my theory has always been that they joined the rogues (for funsies) + that it would be really angsty if both mc and ub had a personal connection to the rogue villains. but have we already considered the other person besides aunty here being the ex-member?

[spooneristart]

Condy/GHB fambily art from a secret santa with my friends <3 A super late happy holidays to my bestie @the-purple-auxiliatrix love you!!

[andi-o-geyser]

I truly do love where Bells Hells' relationship with the gods is going, because in what has so far been a very atheistic party we're now experiencing some wildly different journeys with divinity. FCG is over here living his best life, like "I am all in on the Changebringer!" right as Laudna, Orym, and Ash return with all their trauma and complicated experience with how harmful the gods can be, so now Deanna is speedwalking in the opposite direction like "what do you mean :) you have issues with the Dawnfather :)) wait :) what do you mean militaristic churches :)) can i :))) have a fucking minute :)))" and then she hopped onto a quick zoom call with the sun itself, heard all she needed to hear, called him a bitch, and left. queen shit. anyways this is a Deanna stan post, my girl do what you've gotta do I'll support you the entire way

[el-is-green]

This is their (ep3) dynamic. To me

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you know what we deserve? some more headmaster magneto content. his best era by FAR.

I live for erik looking after the kids i really do …. Youre so right anon …..

[celestialwrites]

hi. exes to lovers prompts??? thank you :)

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ exes to lovers prompts

♡ seeing each other across a bar after years apart and one makes a promise right then that they’ll win their ex back.

♡ forced to work together, both hating each others guts after a messy breakup and they slowly crawl their way back to each other.

♡ ten years after their breakup one receives a letter inviting them to their exes wedding with a “help me” written in a tiny font on the bottom.

♡ texting their ex about their day until they get a text back.

♡ every year both of their families go to a cottage together, the summer after their breakup their ex brings a new partner, the other is on a mission to get their ex back.

♡ running in the rain and asking for forgiveness.

♡ both going their separate ways after the breakup and ending up being roommates in college.

♡ sending their ex a book a day, the first word of each title spelling out an apology.

♡ both ending up in the same small town 8 years later…what could possibly happen?

♡ one casually eating dinner at a fancy restaurant and their server turns out to be the one and only person who has ever broken their heart.

<3

[hoedamn-eron]

i'm calling my old therapist

Nathan just has a way of making you feel vulnerable.

Warnings: 18+ (no actual smut but some small descriptions of rough sex, and language). Mentions of humiliation. Swearing. Somewhat mentions of aftercare but Nathan isn't that great. Everyone here is emotionally constipated. An awful lot of dialogue. "Friends" with benefits situation. Nathan - as usual - is his own warning. Both parties need therapy, honestly. Not my best work no matter how many times I edit it, proofread but will still have mistakes. Word count: 1,882 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Your arrangement with Nathan is just fine. Just. Fine.

It works well for you both.

If you talked about it to anyone, though, you were sure they would call you a degenerate. You could blame the fact that you needed to let loose, that what you really needed was to start seeing your therapist again. But Nathan was at the right place at the right time, and you gladly took up his offer of a casual fling.

‘Stress relief’ was what he called it.

You’ve come to find that he’s into some really kinky shit, which you are totally okay with. He’s all about consent and communication, despite his default attitude being irritable and sarcastic.

Your relationship with Nathan had been going on for about a year. He’s completely ruined you for other men; not only because he does absolutely filthy things to you, but because he owns you mind, body, heart, and soul. He just doesn’t know it yet.

You sink deeper into the bath, hissing as your aching muscles protest. It was a particularly rough session; you’d been pinned to the bed, Nathan jackhammering his cock into you, where you’d been overstimulated beyond your limits and he didn’t let up, no matter how many times you begged and pleaded, it always ended up with you screaming his name in ecstasy. You couldn’t stop cumming and he loved it.

Of course you had a safe word, but you seldom used it. You didn’t ever feel the need to. You knew you were safe with him, not matter what harsh and demoralising name he called you.

You’d been in the bath long enough. You step out of the tub, quickly drying yourself off, just so you can get into one of those warm, fluffy bath robes that Nathan leaves for you on hanging on the bathroom door (he won’t disclose where he got them from - you have the sneaky suspicion that he doesn’t actually know, but he likes to keep you guessing on even the mundane things).

The steam from your bath leaks into the hallway as you open the bathroom door, causing you to shiver at the temperature difference, despite the robe you were wearing. You wander out the bathroom and find Nathan on the couch, wearing sweatpants and an old vest, nursing a half empty bottle of beer, looking like he hadn’t just fucking rocked your world into next week. You note the other two empty bottles on the coffee table. He’s scrolling through his phone.

You try not to ogle at him (you did always have a weakness for his arms), but he catches you staring anyway. You can’t read the look on his face.

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hi,” he answers back, putting the phone down on the arm of the couch.

Aftercare has never been his strong suit. Sure, he doesn’t treat you like trash after, but he could use some work. Nathan’s idea of aftercare is a smack on the ass, and a hearty comment of ‘good job’. Sometimes he’ll get you a water, or – like this time – he’ll run you a bath and leave you to it. But this is fine too. He talks to you after like nothing had happened; like whatever was said or done was meant in any way.

“You okay?” you ask, just trying to find something to say.

Nathan nods, his eyes still on you. “Mhm. Are you?”

You nod. “Yeah. Tired.”

Nathan grins and chuckles, shaking his head as he finally looks away from you. “Yeah, that was a lot.” He takes another sip of his beer.

You hate how normal he looks, how unaffected he was after sex, when your legs were often still shaking for an hour afterwards.

“Yeah…” you breathe, taking a seat on the couch, sitting as far away from him as you could. But that was more for his benefit.

“No regrets?” he asks, offering you his half drunken beer.

You shake your head at him before answering, “No regrets.”

Nathan gives a nod, taking another gulp of his beer. After a moment he sends over a lazy grin to you. “Is it bad I want to do it again?”

You snort in amusement. “I might need a week to recuperate.”

“But you would do it again?”

“Yeah…” you say, biting your lip as you nod. “Yeah. I’d do it again.”

Nathan gives a breathy laugh, looking at you again. There’s a warmth in his eyes. “But you need a break first?”

You nod with a soft grin. “My holes can’t take much more.”

There’s a silence around you as Nathan stares. You squirm a little, about to ask him what was wrong, before he says, “I gotta say, I could get addicted to you.”

He said it so casually, as if it wasn’t going to send your thoughts spiralling or cause your heart to beat out of your chest. It was probably loud enough that he could hear it.

But you keep it light. You send a smirk over to him. “You aren’t already?”

He laughs, his head leaning on the back of the couch.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob with the movement, his neck straining as he leans his head back. You want to bite him.

“I might be,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s so tempting to do it all again.”

“Give me a few days,” you say.

“Why? You a little weakling who can’t take a good fuck? Can’t handle when I call you a good little whore? Can’t stand when I make you cum so much that you turn into a dumb little fuck toy?”

“Shut up,” you say, giving him a kick to the thigh, but it barely phases him.

“Oh, did I hit a sore spot?” Nathan mocks, his bottom lip sticking out at he looks at you with mirth. “Did you get embarrassed?” he asks mockingly. “Did you cry over it? Because you did, in fact, do both of those things - ”

“Hey, you’re into all’a that shit too,” you snap, your eyes meeting his again.

“I’m into you.”

You weren’t expecting that, but you only give yourself a second to react before you retort with, “That’s the sappiest shit you’ve ever said to me.”

Nathan just smirks at you, and you want to just grab his face and kiss it right off of him. “And you liked it.”

You study him for a moment as he turns from you, finishing his beer before that bottle joins the other empty ones on the coffee table.

You don’t know what it was. Maybe it was because he could open you up and expose the deepest parts of you that you don’t show to anyone else, or it’s because he’s so good looking, and so out of your league that you want him to want you, or it’s because – despite his attitude towards you, and everyone else he knows – you both deeply respect and trust each other. You honour each other's boundaries and decisions, and you feel secure in the relationship you've built together.

Despite the primarily physical (and it is feral) nature of your relationship (if you could honestly call it that, really), you've somewhat developed a level of emotional intimacy with Nathan (as much as you can, regarding your situation). At times, you find yourself yearning for a deeper connection with him. Maybe this is your opportunity.

“I love you,” you say.

There is a long, long pause as he stares at you. The longer he stares without reacting, the more you regret your words, your cheeks warming.

“Wow,” he says after a while, almost surprised. “I think those are the only words you’ve ever said to me that actually caught me off-guard.”

You avert your gaze, curling your arms around yourself, wanting to disappear.

But the next thing you know, he’s moving towards you on the couch, his stare unwavering on you. He reaches out, his hand landing softly on your forearm, where he squeezes gently. “Was that hard for you? To say you love me?” He asks with a small grin.

You can’t tell if he’s mocking you. You want to push him away, to tell him he’s egotistical and the world’s biggest asshole, because he knows it was hard for you. “You know I don’t express myself very well…I don’t ‘do’ emotions.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Nathan with a grin. “I can tell by the way you react around me when we’re not fuckin’.”

You merely roll your eyes.

“Or when I was saying the cruellest things to you and you just take it like the good little puppy you are,” he says with an almost sadistic grin.

You scoff and shove him away from you. “I take it back.”

“No backsies,” he says immediately, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms around you.

“No, I do backsies,” you say, and despite your words, you melt in his embrace.

 “Nope, not allowed,” he says. “Because you told me you loved me, and now you can’t take it back. That’s not how it works.”

“People take back love all the time,” you mutter, your eyes closing as you bury yourself into his chest, where you could hear his heart beating rhythmically.

“But right now, in this moment, you just told me that you love me,” said Nathan, as if talking about the weather. “And I loved hearing it. So it doesn't matter if it's ever revoked, because you just gave it to me...and now you can't go back on that. It’s out there forever.”

“Jesus,” you breathe, the embarrassment rolling of you in waves.

“Hey, hey,” he says, cupping your face in his large palms, forcing you to look at him. You hate that he can read you like a book. “That’s all that matters here,” he says with another grin. “That said, I’m going make you say it again.”

You roll your eyes. He’s always so sure of himself, the cocky bastard.

He doesn’t relent. “Say it again,” he whispered, his eyes determined but soft as he stares at you.

You take him in and that’s when it hits you. He needs to hear you say it. He isn’t teasing you, he needs the affirmation, the feeling of being wanted; ironic, since the things he did and said to you earlier would make a nun blush.

“I love you,” you whisper back.

After a few moments, he smiles. “Did you have to stop and think about it that time?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Good,” he says softly. “So I can take it as a given now that I can tease you relentlessly about it?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head with a laugh.

“I’m going to anyway,” said Nathan, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he lets you go, and he stands from the couch, stretching as he makes his way into the kitchen, probably to grab another beer.

It doesn’t upset you that he doesn’t say it back. You didn’t expect him to. He has his own issues and you have yours. The guy in an enigma and you honestly wouldn’t have him any other way.

You give a snort of amusement. You’re so fucked. “I’m gonna call up my old therapist.”

“You have a therapist?”

[hayzeydayzey]

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