#couple arguments

[fluffybun24]

does anyone else wanna know what would happen if Caine and Pomni had an argument?

the ship is adorable but every rose has its thorns, so they at least argued or had a fight at least once!

plus i’m also kinda curious of what the aftermath would be like, would Pomni give Caine the silent treatment or would Caine make her go on a solo adventure until she apologized? i’m so curious to know what would happen… but i’m doing other things right now so i’ll leave this up to anyone else

[krumsprompts]

prompt # 65

"They're at that point in their relationship where neither of them listen to what the other has to say."

[mycptsdstory]

Sometimes when me and bf get into an argument (like most couples do) I instantly go “he deserves better than me, we shouldn’t be arguing over some petty thing. I should be better, more kinder. Yes, more kinder” I’m fully aware that’s completely toxic to think.

I need to remember that couples do have disagreements and couples do have fall outs. Me and bf are stubborn af and we don’t back down, when do we get into an argument, we just argue. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t use violence against each other or have that abusive mindset (like the guys I used to date back then). We talk it out and share our true feelings towards each other, even tho it’s hard to hear. Telling the truth to your partner is good and very healthy, I’ve learnt this in therapy. I’m learning finally and I’m glad I don’t feel as much sadness after an argument like I did before. I feel better and even after a little disagreement, we are still okay.

I’m just happy I’m with him.

[basnatural]

Actual arguments me and my bf have…

[vermillionlace]

I swear the best time for writing dialogue is late at night. Some actual dialogue I wrote:

Kai: You live in a cave. An actual cave, I though you would have some secret mansion or castle somewhere.

Atropa: Don’t insult my cave. We can’t all live in palaces like you. Besides my cave is mysterious like me.

Kai: It’s cold and dark.

Atropa: It’s literally carved into the side of a mountain. Your just jealous you don’t have a secret mountain cave.

Kai: You don’t even have a door.

Atropa: I don’t usually have visitors.

Kai: Because you live in a cave

Atropa: No it’s because I am the continents most feared mercenary.

[stargazing-enby]

What It Takes to Stay and Fight

Drarry | 1.1k | Teen and Up | Angst, Angst with a hopeful ending, Toxic parents, Couple arguments, Draco and Harry communicating even though they’re both hurt | Read on AO3

A/N: Okay, so. This was written in a vent. I was trying to represent how these kinds of situations feel for me in real life, which is not to say that I believe Harry is in the right here -- or Draco, for that matter. I also don't think that anyone should be their partner's therapist -- but I do believe communication and mutual support are essential in any relationship, and especially so when they've gone through trauma.

Harry's strong reaction to Draco belittling himself is due to his own history of abuse. He always fought against the Dursleys and what they said and did to him, and so he finds it really difficult to accept and understand that Draco, the person he loves, can't do the same.

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“Will you stop!”

Draco's lips pressed into a thin line. He looked taken aback. Harry clenched his fists.

“I love you, Draco. I love you. But I can't do this anymore.”

“Harry—”

“I can't keep watching you bend to your knees before him over and over and over again, hurting yourself just so he can't hurt you first. I can't.” Harry turned around. He didn't want Draco to see the pain on his face. “Your father tells you you're worthless, and you believe him. He tells you you're evil, and a monster, and you believe him. He tells you to hurt people and you do it. You let him make every decision for you and you don't fight back.” He exhaled. “I fell in love with a person, Draco. Not with a puppet.”

“So that's what I am now? A puppet?” Draco snapped. “Have you any idea how many times he's said all those things to me? How— how terrified—”

“I do.” Harry sighed, then slowly, painfully, turned back around. “I've heard those things all my life too. And you know it.”

“Yeah.” Draco swallowed. “And I'm glad you didn't believe them, but it's not as easy for everyone to just ignore—”

“It is,” Harry said. “It could be. You could be your own person, Draco. You just don't want to. It's easier to be who he planned for you to be.” A shiver passed through him. Shit. He really was going to say it. “And it's… fine. It's fine if that's what you choose. Just— don't expect me to stay around and see you hurt yourself like this.”

Draco didn’t say anything, and Harry made his way to the door. He grabbed his jacket from where it was draped on the sofa. When his hand rested on the doorknob, he looked back.

Draco was crying.

Harry opened the door.

“You call me a coward.” Draco’s voice almost didn’t stop him. Almost. But just as he was about to close the door behind himself, between them — about to hear the soft, final click, the next words made it through to him. “You call me a coward, but what does that make you?”

Harry leaned his forehead against the door. Shivered at the fear in Draco’s voice.

“You say you love me, but you’re leaving me? Why? Because it suddenly isn’t easy to be with me anymore?”

He heard steps. After what felt like a moment of hesitation on Draco’s part, there was a strong pull at the door. He let go of it, let himself stand in front of a distressed, tearful Draco.

They stared at each other as more tears streamed down Draco’s face, as his dishevelled breaths filled the air between them. Stared at each other as emotion after emotion made their way through Harry’s chest, willing him to scream, to storm off. To go back inside and make them tea. To curl up in bed in the safety of Draco’s warmth.

“I do love you.” It came out as a breath, almost inaudible. It made Draco shudder all the same. “I do love you, Draco.”

A broken, “Then stay.”

Harry shook his head. “I can’t.”

“You could.” Draco swallowed. “You just don’t want to. It’s easier to run away from it.”

That made Harry snort. Of course Draco would use his own words against him, the little shit.

Draco snorted too, and their eyes met. Draco didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to; the words were all over his face. He was pleading with Harry to stay. And as the seconds passed, Harry felt more and more positive that he’d walk back in. Eventually. Just— just not yet.

He brought a hand to his hair.

“I don’t think it would be easier, love. I think leaving would be the hardest thing I’d ever done in…”

I open at the close.

“In a very long time,” he finished.

The implication that was latent in his words made Draco’s shoulders sag with a breath.

“I just hate it that you can’t stand up to him. I can’t hear you say that he’s right about who you are, because he’s not. He’s not, Draco. He doesn’t even know you. He doesn’t know half of what you’ve done, said and felt in your entire life.”

“I know.” Tentatively, Draco took a step forward. His hand found Harry’s, tugged at Harry’s fingers as he kept talking. “I know, and I’m trying. Don’t you see how badly I want to be just as brave and strong as you’ve always been? Don’t you think I want to stand up for myself?” He tugged again until Harry stepped forward too. His breath ghosted on Harry’s cheek. “I like to think I’ve been doing okay lately. I was just… having a moment of weakness is all. I guess I expected you to help me through it until I was ready to feel okay again.”

Harry closed his hand around Draco’s. “Okay. Okay, I can do that. Just— don’t call yourself a monster again. I can’t deal with that.”

“Okay,” Draco breathed.

“I can’t hear you repeat his words as though they’re the truth,” Harry insisted.

“Okay.”

Harry nodded. “Okay,” he repeated. “Good.”

Draco’s eyes met his again. “Are you…”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah, let’s go back inside.”

At that, Draco melted against his chest. Harry lifted him up, walked them both into their living room. When the door closed, he let Draco embrace him properly and held him just as tightly.

The rage had slowly dissipated from his veins, but some of it seemed to have remained, because when his eyes found Lucius’ letter on the tea table, the Azkaban envelope torn beside it, his fists clenched again — this time in Draco’s soft pyjamas.

“I’m going to make us tea,” he said. “And then we’re lying down on the sofa with pastries and a candle and we’re talking about this.”

Draco disentangled himself from Harry, a look of pure relief in his face. It hurt to see, but as much as he didn’t like it, Harry knew just how strongly Draco felt about him. Knew what it would do to Draco if he were to ever leave. Knew how Draco would drown in guilt, how he’d hate himself for it — for not being good enough for Harry. For never having been.

He hated it. He wasn’t half as special as Draco thought him to be, and he almost couldn’t bear that Draco thought so highly of him and so poorly of himself.

He hated Lucius for making Draco feel like he wasn’t worth loving unless he was what others expected him to be.

So, he’d make tea. He’d light a candle. And he’d tell Draco exactly how he felt about him like he’d done so many times before.

For now, though, he settled for a brush of fingers to Draco’s cheek and an, “I love you. Don’t you dare forget that.”

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Thanks to @writersummer for betaing!

Tagging, because they asked: @rose-grangerweasleyisbae, @ununquadius, @midsummerdancer, @april-thelightfury115, @thefifthbiscuit ❤

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Happier

Summary: After another fight with his girlfriend of five years, Sebastian needs to make a tough decision 

Happier by Marshmello and Bastille 

Warnings: Couple arguments, angst, breaking up 

           Waking up after a fight with Tegan was like waking up with the largest hangover Sebastian ever had. Unfortunately, he’d gone through it many times in the last few days. His neck and back hurt from sleeping on the couch three nights in a row. Flashes of the night before crossed his mind as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

           He couldn’t believe they’d gone at it again. But he was always so naïve to think that once they talked things through, it would get better again. It would be like when they first started dating. He had met the Australian-born actress on set and they instantly hit it off. Just weeks after they met, they were the hottest item in Hollywood. They were perfect, everyone said so. When did it all change?

           Probably after Tegan’s father died and Sebastian didn’t go to the funeral with her. How could he? He was filming at the funeral was in Sydney. But ever since then, Tegan used it in every argument. No matter what he said, she held it against him even after three years.

           Their fights only got worse. They never laid a hand on each other; their shared apartment took the brunt of their anger. Several times the neighbors called the cops on them and Sebastian would leave. But he’d always be back the next morning.

           Luckily the police hadn’t shown up that night. Even though Sebastian didn’t like sleeping on the couch. Tegan had slammed the bedroom door shut on him once midnight rolled around and wouldn’t let him in. He was still in his jeans and t-shirt from the day before. He sighed and went into the kitchen where most of the mess was. Sebastian had thrown a vase into the table and Tegan had broken a plate and nearly tore one of the cabinet doors off its hinges completely. She was always stronger than Sebastian gave her credit for. She could demolish the place if she very well wanted to. Sometimes it seemed like she did.

           Sebastian knelt down and started picking up the shattered pieces of the blue vase off the floor.

           Why had this become a routine for him? Why did he resign himself to the fact that he would just clean up their mess? He loved Tegan. But was it worth it anymore? He hated seeing her cry and scream. It didn’t matter how angry she made him, it killed him inside to see her so hurt. She would be so much happier without him.

           Happier.

           When was the last time they were truly happy together? Sebastian paused, letting the sharp ceramic shards rest carefully in the palm of his hand. He had taken her to Disney World for her birthday and he had never seen her so happy. That was…three years ago. Four months before her father passed.

           Sure they had fun moments together since then but he never saw her smile like she used to. Her eyes scrunched up, her dimples showed clearly, her white teeth shining, and her face literally glowed. Now it seemed like when she smiled at him, she was forcing it. There was always pain behind her eyes now.

           He stood up and tossed the vase pieces in the trash. He was so buried in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear the bedroom door open slowly.

           It was like the walk of shame for Tegan. After having such an emotional, full force argument, it was hard to look Sebastian in the face. All the names she called him and accusations were so hurtful. But they both knew exactly which buttons to push to make each other livid. She swallowed when she saw her boyfriend already trying to pick up the pieces of their last fight. She hated when her bitchy side came out and tore him down. Maybe it was misdirected anger but he was always the closest and most vulnerable target. It didn’t help that he retaliated. She felt she deserved it.

           “Hey.” She said quietly. Her throat was still sore from screaming at him.

           He glanced up. “Hey.” He echoed. They could barely meet each other’s eyes.

           “I uh…I’ll make you breakfast before you go to the gym.” She tried to suggest a peace treaty. It usually worked. Every time they made up it worked for less than a week. It was artificial between them now. They were both so hurt and even though they loved each other, they just couldn’t get past their pain.

           He shook his head. “That’s okay.” He began picking up the pieces of the plate she’d thrown.

           She felt tears in her eyes. She just wanted things to be better again. Why couldn’t they go back to the way they were? Why was it so damn hard? “We can go out to dinner tonight after my script reading.”

           “Tegan…” He took a deep breath and finally looked at her. Those eyes killed him. The hazel-green eyes that held so much unresolved grief. “I think I’m going to go stay with some friends for a while until I find my own place.”

           Her heart sank but she wasn’t surprised. Maybe she’d been expecting it for months now. Something would have to give. Either they would admit to their mistakes and flaws or one of them would move out. It seemed like the easiest route was to just leave. “Okay.” She tried to swallow her tears but was having a hard time.

           “I love you.”

           “Don’t…please don’t.” She shook her head and wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “You’ll just make it harder.”

           “I just want you to be happy, Tee.” He wanted to hold her in his arms, tell her everything would be okay, and once they were apart they’d realize how much they’d miss each other. He always thought he could never live without her. But maybe he had to for her sake. His priority was her happiness. Even if they weren’t together in the future.

           She wasn’t sure what made her happy anymore. She hadn’t felt happy in years. It didn’t matter how much Sebastian cared for her or doted on her. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. She was numb. “I want you to be happy too.” She replied quietly.

           “Then I have to go.”

           “I know.”

           He walked over to her and kissed her forehead. “Call me if you need to.” He cleared his throat and started to walk to the bedroom. He packed a bag of some things but knew he could come back and get the rest of his stuff. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, lost in his thoughts. Once they had some time apart they’d get some clarity. It would be good for the both of them.

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           About two months later, Sebastian was sitting in his apartment in front of the TV. He was idly flipping through the channels out of boredom. But he paused when he saw Tegan’s face pop up on the screen. It was for a celebrity watch show. A young woman reported in front of the picture of Tegan on the green screen.

           “The popular Australian actress has been seen out several times with her new costar, Jake Gyllenhaal.”

           Sebastian’s stomach twisted up in knots. He stood up and went to the kitchen for a beer. He didn’t care if it was barely dinnertime. He was going to drink.

           “What’s most surprising is speculation that Miss Cross might be expecting.”

           He whipped around, nearly dropping the bottle in his hand. He neglected the bottle opener on the kitchen counter and strode back to the couch. His eyes were glued to the screen as he saw pictures flash by of Tegan and a very subtle baby bump.

           “Her agent didn’t respond to the rumors but many people have noticed a change in the actress’s appearance. Now we need to wonder if she is pregnant, who’s the father? It’s only been a few months since Tegan split from past costar Sebastian Stan, her boyfriend of five years. We’ll keep you updated as the drama unfolds.”

           He didn’t register the next story as it came up on the television. He was frozen in place, the cold glass sticking to his hand and the weight of regret and guilt piling up on his shoulders.

My Masterlist

[stydiamccall]

Imagine if stydia got in a really bad argument. But they obviously don't want to go to the extreme and leave each other. So they avoid each other every time they come across each other in the house. If he knows she's downstairs, he will stay upstairs. If she knows he's eating in the kitchen, she will wait hours to not see him. And then it gets to night, where they only share one bed together. Both of them, fully clothes get into the same bed with their backs turned to each other repelling each other like the same magnet ends. But they both can't go to sleep. And if he saw what her face looked like on the other side, it would break his heart. He can't sleep knowing that they're mad at each other. So he slowly turns onto his back looking at the ceiling and looking to his left trying to see if he could see Lydia's face. But she's still turned around with small tears rolling down his face. Then he finally just rolls over to her and cuddles her. Holding her so tightly and kissing her shoulder and she lays her hand on top of his arm smiling as he repeats ten times "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." And finally "I'm so sorry Lydia, I love you I can never stay mad at you" and she turns around to face him, brushing his face so softly "I'm sorry too, I love you" kissing him on the lips. And she remains in front of him pressed against his warm body as his protective arms keeps her close to him for the rest of the night