#gettingbacktogether

[hlficlibrary]

hi, do you guys know any breakup canon fic where they break up because of pressure/modest? i remember reading a fic like that a while ago, but honestly anything similar would be ok :)

Hi, anon! Here are some fics that I think fit what you're looking for...

Also, you might enjoy these recs as well: ✤ Canon Exes to Lovers / Part 2

You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by auburnstargazer

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

One More Time Again by orphan_account

Harry looks down to where Louis is cradling his hand between his own. Louis' hands are slender, the bones delicate, the nails bitten short. The 2-8 on the backs of his fingers is gone, but the faded scar from a skateboarding mishap in Year 7 is still there.

Harry's hand is awkward, knobby-boned and naked, no rings, no tattoos. It's too big for his wrist and his wrist too big for his arm. Yet it still somehow fits in Louis' in the painfully perfect way it always did.

He blinks back the sting in his eyes.

On the morning of his second sold-out performance at Madison Square Garden, Harry wakes up to find that he's sixteen years old, on The X Factor, and that he has a chance to make things right.

A canon-compliant fix-it fic (sort of).

tomorrow you won’t be mine by darlingfilms

Louis and Harry were larry, until they broke up and weren’t. Years into the hiatus Louis finds himself in Philadelphia for a music festival, completely unaware that Harry has a show that night there too until fans start to freak out online. Louis has things to get off of his chest about their break up all those years ago and turns up to Harry’s concert without notice, leaving Harry in complete shock. Feelings overwhelm them both, leading to a night where they realise just how much they missed eachother...

[thespookymoth]

My entry for #shikajinweekend24

Day 2 "International Shikajin"

"It feels like we are oceans apart"

#ShikaJin || Rated T || Getting Back Together

[thenicestthingiveseen]

I Want You Back

The stories are pouring out of me. Here’s a getting back together story where Harry does his eighth year at Hogwarts.

AO3 or read below

Finding their way back to each other takes longer than Ginny would’ve liked. Especially considering the fact that Harry decided to come back to Hogwarts for his “eighth year” while Ron didn’t. That has to mean something doesn’t it? She’d asked herself, and Hermione, this question constantly. And for someone who spent as much time with Harry as Hermione did, she was utterly useless with her shrugged shoulders and non-answers.

Everything was the same. But oh so different. It was maddening. Romilda noticed though. As did a slew of other girls - it felt like the whole school knew.

She says she never gave up on him, but if she’s being honest with herself, only when she’s in her dorm, hidden behind the curtains in the dead of night, she’s so close to giving up. She’s not angry. She doesn’t think she can ever be angry at him. But she’s frustrated and confused. She knew he was giving her time to mourn her brother and he needed time to mourn - well, everything.

But that was months ago.

—

The notice for the first Hogsmeade trip of the year is taunting her as she stares at announcement board. When Martin asks her, she hears herself saying yes without really thinking about it.

That spreads through Hogwarts like Fiendfyre.

Harry doesn’t change the way he acts towards her, but she’s noticed the confused and somewhat disapproving looks Hermione shoots her way.

“He’s given absolutely no indication that he wants to be with me as anything more than a friend, so you can keep your looks to yourself,” Ginny hisses in the library two nights later.

—

Hogsmeade with Martin is nothing to write home about. Not that she’s ever written home about a boyfriend before. She doesn’t let him kiss her. She barely lets him hold her hand. She tells him she had a nice time and after they’ve left Honeydukes heads off to the Hog’s Head - alone. It’s where Hermione “casually” mentioned she’d be with Harry.

And Ron and George apparently.

Harry shoots her a lopsided grin. Her heart almost stops. Ginny mentally shakes herself and orders a hot chocolate with a shot of firewhiskey as they chat. She didn’t realize how much she missed her brothers until she finds herself unable to stop from laughing at their tales of work and life outside of Hogwarts. Ron’s helping George in the shop until Harry graduates and they’ll enter the Auror program together.

They slowly make their way back towards the gates leading to the castle and Ginny thinks to herself that it’s nice to see George happy. The past six months have been all about putting themselves back together and figuring out how they fit together as a family and a Wizarding community. 

She’s pulled out of her little world when Hermione asks her how her time with Martin was. She hears herself respond that it was fine. She can’t believe she forgot about him so quickly. But then again, she can. He wasn’t anything special. For all the time she’s spent trying to figure Harry out, she’s been essentially existing in a trance. Not that she’s losing pockets of time like her first year, but her mind is almost always preoccupied with the state of her relationship. Or lack thereof. 

Ron gives her a weird look. She doesn’t think much of it and tries to keep walking. Ron’s grabbed her shoulder and let everyone walk ahead of them.

“What’re you playing at, Ginny?” he asks bluntly. Ginny scoffs, “whatever could you mean dear brother?” 

“You know what I’m talking about. You’re going on dates with blokes that aren’t Harry?”

“Well it’s not like he asked me! Besides, I wouldn’t even call it a date!” Ginny spits.

“He came back to Hogwarts for you!” 

“Well, until he gives me ANY indication about how he feels about me, I’m free to do as I please.” After that Ginny yanks her arm out of Ron’s grasp, pushes through Harry, Hermione, and George who are trying to pretend like they didn’t hear the argument behind them, and stalks back to the castle. 

“You didn’t have to say anything.” Harry mumbles as they say good-bye to Ron and George at the gate.

--

Harry and Hermione are sitting on the chesterfield in front of the fireplace whispering furiously when the portrait hole opens 2 hours later, revealing a red faced Ginny. They stop and look at her, Harry looks like he’s about to go over to her, when Hermione gives him an almost imperceptible shake of her head. Ginny doesn’t even look at them before strides to the stairs for the girl’s dormitory. 

“Let me talk to her first, Harry. She might still be angry and I’d hate for her to lash out at you when neither one of you is technically doing anything. Though, this is exactly why I told you you needed to talk to her before we came back to school.” Hermione says as she grabs her book from the floor. 

“I was - I was trying to give her time.” Harry says miserably.

“Well, there’s such thing as too much.” With that, Hermione heads to the stairs. She turns around before she walks. There’s so much sympathy in her eyes, “good night, Harry.”

With that, Harry’s left staring at the dying fire.

--

“If you’re here to scold me, I really don’t want to hear it.” Ginny says with her back to the mirror, “and honestly, I don’t want to talk about this with you, Hermione. Especially after I’ve asked time and again for ANY clue as to where his bloody head is at.”

Sighing, Hermione sits down at the foot of Ginny’s bed. She draws the curtains around them and casts a silencing spell so that they can speak freely without disturbing their sleeping roommates.

Sucking in a breath, Hermione lets her know that she isn’t there to scold her. Quite the opposite actually, she spent the last few hours scolding Harry, she tells her with a hint of amusement in her voice. “It’s strange not to be yelling at him about schoolwork. But, I told him he needs to talk to you. I’ve been telling him needs to talk to you,” she says meaningfully. At this, Ginny turns over to look at her. Hermione takes this as a good sign and plows on, “I’ve been telling him to talk to you for ages, really. I still think you two should talk, I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t bat bogey him or something.” Hermione finishes with a chuckle. 

“Well, I thought about it. That’s why I didn’t come back for a while.” Ginny admits sheepishly. 

Smiling Hermione says, “I’m pretty sure he’s downstairs still. Listen to him.”

Ginny gets up. But before she leaves Hermione says, “but make sure he listens to you too. He owes you that.” Ginny nods resolutely and heads back down to the common room.

--

Ginny always considered herself a confident, self assured, strong, pragmatic girl. She rarely cries. But her brothers have always had a knack for reducing her to tears when she leasts expects it. As she walks down the stairs she reminds herself she did nothing wrong walking around Main St. with Martin. As much as she prides herself on her ability to read Harry Potter, she’s not that great Legilimency. 

Harry’s still there. Just like Hermione promised. She stands at the foot of the stairs willing herself to finally have this conversation.

“Hey,” she breathes out. Harry’s head snaps towards the stairs so fast she’s afraid he’s given himself whiplash. 

He looks miserable. Which, oddly, makes Ginny feel better about the whole situation and allows her to walk fully into the common room and sit next to him on the couch. They both stare at the fire. 

After what feels like centuries, Harry clears his throat, “I’m sorry about Ron. I told him he shouldn’t have gotten on your case like that after you walked away. It wasn’t fair to you.” He’s very deliberately not looking at her. She sniffs in acknowledgement. 

He’s still not looking at her. Minutes pass. The crackling of the dying embers is the only sound in the room.

Ginny shifts so that she can face him, “I get why you did what you did. I didn’t like it, but I get it -” Harry opens his mouth to interject, “can you just, please, listen to me! Just this once, please.” Harry nods.

Ginny sets her shoulders and plows on, “OK. I’m not going to beg you for anything, butI’m going to be honest with you, so I need you to be honest with, yeah?”

“At first, I thought you were giving me time to mourn Fred. Which I allowed, but then it was August, and then we were here, and I dunno, it just seemed like you were content to just go on with life as usual. I told myself that you choosing to come to Hogwarts instead of rushing off to Auror training meant something. That it meant you felt the way i felt about us. But then it was October and nothing. It was like your sixth year again, but it wasn’t and I’ve been so confused! I’m not needy enough to beg you to be with me, but I do think I deserve to just know point blank if we’re just friends and those last few weeks of your 6th year were what they were. I deserve that.” Ginny finishes and takes a shuddering breath. Finally. She’s let it all out. Everything she’d been holding in for months. 

Harry has the decency to look a bit ashamed. “I was counting the days ‘til I could see you again. Like a child counting down until Christmas, y’know? When I would be on watch last year, I’d check for your name on the map.” 

Ginny’s heart aches. 

“You’re precious to me, Ginny. So unbelievably precious.” When she doesn’t say anything, he turns and finally catches her eye. He looks like he’s going to cry, but he pushes on, “I told myself that you needed time. I needed time too, and I told myself, if I came back to Hogwarts we could have time together. But as time passed on, you seemed to be doing great, I thought you wanted to be my friend. Thought you realized I wasn’t worth the trouble.” 

“If you think I’d ever love someone after you then either I’ve failed in showing you how much you mean to me or you’re a bloody moron.” Ginny says. Harry laughs, but he’s cut off when Ginny lunges towards him and pulls him into a searing kiss.

Harry pulls back and breathlessly asks, “Martin?”

“Pfft. I wouldn’t even hold his hand. He did buy me some Sugar Quills though. I should find him and give him a quick snog.” Ginny jokingly makes to leave.

“Never.” Harry says as he pulls her back into another bruising kiss.  

This is what they’d both been missing.

[burrowmates]

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[necromycologist]

like so many popular pop artists with teenage fanbases sing almost exclusively about love and breakups and gettingbacktogethers and first loves and second loves and it's... fine?? i guess?? im not necessarily opposed to love songs and im sure that they probably hits harder for people my age that are like. actually Doing a Romance in real life. but ive always found teenage experience (tm) songs that are mostly or wholly about love to be so lacking in actually getting at the crabbucket experience of being a teenager. and olivia rodrigo writes her fair share of love songs, too, but the songs that aren't are just. ough. truly i dont know how else to describe it other than She Gets It because she does!! and thats so weirdly rare considering i cannot think of a single singer who was spawned into existence at twenty. (gap in the market tbh. clone issues popstar... but i digress.) she cant even parallel park shes pushing away all the people who know her the best shes on the outside of the greatest inside joke shes been chasing some dumb ideal her whole fucking life and none of it matters and none of it ends you just feel like shit over and over again. and you do you really do. thank u ms rodrigo

fuck it i cant find my old post about this so. shoutout to olivia rodrigo teenage dream THEY ALL SAY THAT IT GETS BETTER IT GETS BETTER THE MORE YOU GROW THEY ALL SAY THAT IT GETS BETTER BUT WHAT IF I DONT

[bingqiufics]

Title: Ungovernable

Author: x_los

Relationship: Bingqiu

Universe: Historical AU / Mpreg

Status: Complete

Rating: Mature

Length: Middle (8K)

Summary:

Shen Qingqiu is a widowed scholar of modest attainments, presently attached to the household of a provincial official as a sort of governess: a thoroughly unremarkable man, take him for all in all.

Shen Qingqiu is not a very reliable narrator.

Excerpt:

“I always chose you,” Shen Qingqiu interrupted him. “Nothing I have ever done, for good or ill, arose from any other motive.“

Comments:

This was such a heartfelt journey fulll of misunderstandings starting with Bingqiu’s love for each other, where SQQ is not so oblivious about his own feelings, and ending with Binghe’s reunion with SQQ and their daughter ♡.  

[bts-au-recs]

Here We Go Again

Author: orphan_account

Relationships: Namjin, Taekook, & Yoonmin

Status: Complete

Word Count: 36,598

Summary: Eighteen years. Seokjin has been doing so well for a good eighteen years. Sure, the first few weren't good but he's a strong omega. He picked himself up again and now he's at the peak of success.

Then an alpha, /the/ alpha, comes back and it's like his hard work at moving on is flipped upside down.

_

"Taehyung, how old are you?"

"Eighteen. Why?"

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18765796/chapters/44518111

[dramaticlester]

willow

Summary: Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind (inspiration from “willow”  by taylor swift)

genre: angst with a happy ending

warnings: swearing

Sometimes, Dan just wishes he tried harder. Other times, he’s just happy he’s still loved by Phil.

There was a time when it was just them against the world. They were scary times but, in a way, Dan had felt the safest during them. Every single risk was taken together and somehow they all paid off. Phil was an anchor, solid to the ground and Dan just clung on for dear life, unable to sway every which way. They were a team, initially fuelled by admiration and love, later fuelled by passion and creativity. 

It wasn’t that Dan fell out of love, quite the opposite actually. It was more that he fell so in love that he was scared of how deep he could go. There was a time when he couldn’t do anything without Phil being by his side and that was well and truly terrifying because he was a grown man, so co-dependant that thoughts of how he’d cope alone kept him up at night. The conversation hadn’t gone well, Phil was left hurt and broken down. Dan was left empty.

But they grew; like a willow tree. Strong and beautiful, using their roots to bloom. Their fans were loyal, sticking by them through the awkwardness and turmoil. They never really understood, though.

Dan had thought something was wrong with Phil for a while. He was...happy. And not in his usual Phil way, but something much deeper. His smile was wider, his tongue peeking out the corner more often. He was fresh and ready to work on his projects, never letting the strenuous hours of work he was doing per day get him down. 

Dan was happy for him of course, happy that he didn’t dwell on the past. Phil still loved him, though in a much different way to what he once did. Dan told himself that was fine, though.

“Hey...” Phil started, wandering into the living room. It was 10am. Dan hadn’t slept, but he could tell from the way that Phil sat opposite him, his leg not pulled up beneath him, that it was serious.

Dan stopped his typing, peering over the top of his laptop. Phil was looking at him expectantly, his face pulled into an unreadable expression.

“Um, hi?” Dan said, raising an eyebrow.

“Dan, I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen, okay?” he said, lip worried between his teeth.

“Phil...” 

“I’m seeing someone. He’s really incredible,” Phil whispered, head down turned. 

The pain wasn’t instant, rather a numbness. It took over Dan’s brain like fire, his fingers tingling. He pulled his lips into a smile, what did he expect? 

“That’s wonderful, I’m very happy for you,” Dan lied. Phil rolled his eyes at him.

“You’re a terrible liar, but thanks for trying.”

“I’m sorry,” Dan whispered. “I really am happy for you, Phil.”

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though, right?” Phil said sadly, his hand grabbing hold of Dan’s. “This doesn’t change us, okay?”

“Phil, don’t worry. I’m not a child,” Dan smiled, squeezing Phil’s hand. The sentiment was nicer than Dan would admit.

It wasn’t true, though. Everything did change and Dan had to pretend it was okay. Even worse, Owen was lovely. He was tall and poised, hair a curly mop atop his head, not unlike Dan’s, with kind green eyes that quite literally twinkled, even under the dim light of Dan and Phil’s living room light. Dan had to sit in the living room and watch a film with them as they giggled, curled up on the one person armchair as if there wasn’t a whole sofa.

“I think I’m gonna retire,” Dan said halfway through the film, when the sound of smacking lips was almost too much for his heart to handle; on the precipice of shattering. He was heartbroken in a way he never had been before.

He stood up, muttering a goodnight in Phil’s direction.

When he was in his bed, he didn’t cry like he wanted to. He just scrolled through depressing quotes on Tumblr, liking a few and leaving the detecting skills up to the fans. He was hurting so badly. He realised he never had really gotten out of that pit. He was falling deeper, but this time he didn’t have Phil’s chest to soften his fall, or his hand to hold when he got a little too close to the end. 

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in

He could see people already speculating, but it just hurt his heart even more to see the theories.

There was a knock at the door at 12:07am.

“Dan?” Phil’s voice drifted to him.

“Phil,” Dan replied, his voice was much more cracked then he would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” Phil whispered. Dan heard him shuffling, confused until the corner of his duvet lifted up and Phil slipped in beside him, their faces inches away.

“What are y-” Dan started.

“I’m trying to apologise to you, you stubborn bitch,” Phil joked, eyes half-lidded.

“You don’t need to apologise, Phil. You deserve to be happy,” Dan promised. Phil’s hand emerged from under the duvet, cradling Dan’s cheek. He felt Phil swipe under his eyes. When did he start to cry?

“So do you,” Phil mumbled, tilting his head. 

“I already fucked it up. Don’t let me do it again,” Dan said.

“I love you, idiot,” Phil said, his voice sounded sad now. “But I love Owen, too.”

“I love you, too, Phil,” Dan whispered, choking on a sob.

Phil cradled Dan, pulling him into his chest with an arm around him.

“Well what are we going to do?” Phil asked. He sounded so fucking tired; almost as tired as Dan felt.

“I don’t know.”

“Me neither.”

The more that you say, the less I know

Dan was lost. He woke up the morning after, his bed empty and freezing cold. He wasn’t thriving anymore. He couldn’t go on Tumblr or twitter without seeing his face and he couldn’t go into his own kitchen without seeing his face either.

That's why he was at Reading train station, his mouth dry as he recited his family home address.

His mum didn’t ask too many questions when he called. As soon as he told her, she told him to come to her. 

Going back home was positive in ways, but really negative in others. Especially when he’d spent a Christmas with the Lester's once. His childhood home was cold and filled with terrifying things, mental demons and sign posts of things that made him feel nauseous.

“Sweetheart, I made tea,” his mum said, unsure on how to react. 

Dan was already crying by the time they’d sat down at the table, telling his mum everything. She probably struggled to follow, but she nodded along and reached out a hand to hold Dan’s when he started clenching his fist, unsure on what to do with his muscles.

“Dan,” she said slowly, her eyes were kind. “You love Phil.”

“That’s the problem,” he whispered, using the heel of his hand to wipe his eyes. “That’s the fucking problem. Because he loves me, too.”

“And I love you, too,” she said. “I know it’s not the same, Daniel, but we’re strong, yeah? We’re here together. I know it’s weird for you, but I’m really happy. You’ve grown into everything I wanted for my child. You’re capable and wise and so so intelligent, Dan. Phil is your best friend, don’t let this ruin you.”

“I’m trying,” he breathed.

“I know, love.”

-

Dan had been ‘home’ for 5 days. It had only been him and his mum. They’d bonded and done things together that they should’ve done before he was 29 years old, but they did them. He felt..happy?

He was woken in the night though, his phone vibrating on the table rousing him from an actually peaceful sleep.

“Phiw?” Dan slurred, eyes squinted at the clock 12:07am

“Dan, come home.”

Phil was sobbing down the phone, actual painful sobs that tore Dan’s heart out.

“Phil, fuck, are you okay?” Dan panicked, jumping out of bed. He was topless, exposed to the cold air, but he didn’t really care.

“Dan, please,” was all Phil cried. 

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

“Mum, I have to go,” Dan heard himself saying, knocking on the door to his mums room.

“Why? Are you okay?” she asked groggily. A mothers instinct.

“It’s Phil,” Dan stuttered. “He just called. He’s sobbing down the phone to me, he won’t tell me what's wrong.”

-

Dan’s mum had helped him pack his stuff and gathered him up into her car.

“Mum, it’s like a 90-minute drive.”

“Darling,” was all she said with a shake of her head. “Some things are more important than an extra 90 minutes in bed.”

The ride was tense though, Dan was constantly texting Phil telling him he was on his way,

5 minutes

was the last thing he sent before he was clambering out of his mums car and getting his bags out the boot.

“Bye, mum, thankyou for everything,” Dan said as she stepped out the car to wrap him in a hug, somehow managing despite her tiny frame.

“I love you, look after him.”

“I love you, too. And I will.”

He waved her off, jittering anxiously to get to Phil. Once she was off in the distance, he went up to their apartment, opening the door.

“Phil?” Dan called, dropping his bags down. He was about to go looking before he was pushed up against a wall, lips covering his own. Dan could still taste the salt of his tears.

“Dan,” Phil whimpered as they pulled away briefly for air before reconnecting their lips.

“I’ve got you, bub,” Dan mumbled, pulling Phil even closer to him, two large hands covering his lower back till they were pushed flushed together from head to toe.

They just kept kissing, but their hands stayed where they were. Phil’s embracing around Dan’s neck and Dan rubbing gentle circles into Phil’s back.

When they finally pulled away, Phil rested his forehead against Dan’s, sniffling slightly.

“Dan, I love you.”

“I love you.”

-

When Phil had calmed down, Dan had managed to get him to settle down in his bed to have a bit of extra sleep, clinging to Dan like a koala. Dan would never let him go again if he could help it.

“Dan,” Phil mumbled before he slept, yawning.

“Hmm?” Dan whispered.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to realise. It’s always been you. I really didn’t want it to be, but it is.”

“It’s always been us, Phil,” Dan promised, kissing the top of his head.

“Dan and Phil vs the world,” Phil muttered, nestling more into Dan’s chest.

I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Hey!! I’m looking for a fic in which phils a teacher and dan is a mental health activist and he goes to phils school to do a conference of some sorts and they used to be together but they broke up

Going Forward (ao3) - softiejace

Summary: When Phil Lester signs his students up for a mental health workshop, no scenario he's prepared for includes running into his ex...

- Rose

[hlficlibrary]

Hey, hope you're having a great day!

Do you happen to know any fics with a imgonnagetyouback by Taylor swift vibe? That song is obsessive and desperate and I kinda love it lol

Thank you!

Hi, anon! You're very welcome! Here are some fics that fit what I think you're looking for...

Stars over Amsterdam by @hellolovers13

Louis remembers how stressed they were, trying to get tickets at all. The waiting for the email with the code, which only Louis got, the actual On-sale. How Harry stood behind him, peeling at his nails nervously. Trying not to distract Louis.

But it had all gone smoothly and he had gotten the tickets within just a few minutes.

Harry had jumped around Louis’s chair in excitement like a bouncing ball. Already starting to plan their outfits.

A gold fringe dress for Harry, Fearless was his favourite album, after all, and a matching shirt he had found online for Louis. So people could tell right away they were an item.

That was their plan. Before it all went to shit.

or Fate in form of Eras Tour tickets forces Louis to meet up with his Ex.

Hopefully soon to be Ex-Ex.

Fuck You For Ruining New York City For Me by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

Harry met Louis in college and fell in love with him in record time. Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend.

What happens when they run into each other at a bar three years after breaking up?

your memory over me by @shimmeringevil

Three years have passed since Louis last saw him, but all it took was a few minutes in Harry’s presence for him to be relegated to the desperate twenty-one year old that was practically begging his boyfriend for an ounce of reassurance that he still cared about him.

Harry shouldn’t be here. He’s brought too many unresolved feelings with him, that Louis thought he’d never have to face.

It’s Harry’s apparent apathy that’s the most difficult to come to terms with. Anger, he could handle. Regret, he would welcome. But Harry’s amiability, and carefree demeanor can only be born from indifference.

He’s moved on. He doesn’t care. And that is something Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever be strong enough to face.

OR - The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

[phanfic]

Summary: Set five years after ’O BB Poison’, Dan is 24 and stable for the first time in his adult life. Is it worth potentially unsettling his carefully balanced life to see Phil again? Will Phil even want to see him?

Trigger warnings: bipolar disorder; referenced self-harm; referenced past suicide attempt; medication; referenced past hospitalisations; anxiety; food mentions and eating (no eating disorders)

Extra tags: post breakup; recovery; back together

Word Count: 6989

Rating: (no smut)

[pretnyn]

Eligible? Descendant Heiress (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/326502730-eligible-descendant-heiress?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=NHKardWoRigTER&wp_originator=miaxKdY0HMlYpKg%2FhIEjAMeFORjmH19kXpjm23kBDzhRvEpVze89VOz2AARBbck40ftIgjSNMeGl%2FZH4lYIej6DvlrXO4x%2FBpPG9hF054rmCqElVuCVjahUI%2FrN6OSkL Her rosy cheeks, that have turned red as of the excitement, made her hazel green eyes, outstanding and also alluring at the same moment. She owned bloomy and firm skin. her peach-and-cream skin was flawless. She was just a girl. How can she be this stunningly attractive? More importantly, who is she? Seutsui was a little girl who lived a normal life in a village in Indenthiya with her mother but after this man and the person who was called his son entered her life, it started to change little by little. Secrets that were hiding out in the darkest times started to emerge...

[burrowmates]

burrowmates: AUTUMN III - GettingBackTogether Simulator / Bread to Me (2/10)

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[lfprompts]

Louis as James Bay and harry as the boy who broke his heart. when they get back together, it's "wild love" comeback :D told from Louis pov

[drmarr]

Does the truth of your relationship scare you? All the “negative” feelings you have in your relationship are examples of needs not being met. So let’s address the truth here… People are afraid of the truth because yes, it can seem to unravel everything at first… however, what people forget to focus on, is that the truth creates a new, purer, more authentic foundation upon which we can create a much more fulfilling life. If I told you we could easily bring to the surface all the areas you might need to address in your relationship to be more fulfilled, would you be scared? Or intrigued? (I was excited 😆) You need to get connected to the truth. There is otherwise a huge space between what you say you need and what you accept. And there is pain in that space. Where there is pain, we can numb it. Which only makes us MORE DISCONNECTED from our partner. (The opposite of what we hope “avoiding it” does.) “So much of the pain we experience in life is the resistance to what is true.” Does the truth about your relationship scare you? Addressing the truth creates opportunities to get rid all the fronts you are putting up that are draining your energy. And if you are worried that addressing the truths in your relationship will initially lead to more conflict, try to keep in mind that on the other side of *well-managed* (key words here) conflict is always a deeper connection and understanding of ourselves and our partner. So I will ask again, does the truth of your relationship scare you? You can choose to continue to avoid these feelings, but look at what toll it is taking on you. 🎥: Real fear 😆 🦁 #authenticity #authenticallyyou #meaningfulrelationships #meaningfullife #youdeserveit #beyourself #relationshipgoals #relationshipquotes #workingitout #zimbabwe #safari #makingitwork #conflict #bettercommunication #strongerconnection #loveyourlove #ilovelove #loveyourmarriage #strongrelationships #gettingbacktogether #fulfilledlife #fulfilled #happyrelationship #toxicrelationship #successfulrelationships #connection #connected #feelconnected #prepareenrich #situationship (at Africa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZsjI3ts0Jt/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mintddaeng]

but i'm staring down the sun by twomblying

༻ yoonkook ༶ 12k ༶ mature ༺

He loved Jungkook as a friend, he loved Jungkook as his boyfriend. Loves him as an ex, loves him still.

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A year after they break up, Jungkook asks Yoongi to go on a road trip.