#hurtnocomfort

[leeluvschannie]

| author's note: Probably the angstiest thing I've written in a while, and let me tell ya'll writing this HURT.

♡ wk: 1.4k

♡ genre: hurt no comfort, angst, fluff. briefly based on the conceptuality of skzflix, multiverses & dimensions with/ my own twist

♡ warnings: black!reader, brief mention of pregnancy, major character death.

This by no means is associated with nor based on reality and is heavily fictional.

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His lips sealed over your own, aligning like the ends of a folded letter, pressing together before unfurling. Your eyes fluttered awake, lashes curling up to the heavens, greeting the smokey brown of his irises. Your lungs caved in, holding the air within them captive. A phenomenon that seemed to occur every time your gaze locked on Felix’s doe eyes. 

His cotton candy lips left behind traces of stardust on your mouth. Oh, how you loved the taste of his delicate pink cupid’s bow. How your fingers relished every freckle that danced along his cheeks like constellations breathed into existence by aphrodite. The way his teeth, glistened like sharp pearly stones when he smiled, unraveling a million butterflies in your stomach. The distinct scent clung to his skin whenever he held you tight in his embrace—reminding you vaguely of freshly washed linen and a tinge of citrus, something lemony and sweet. You swore even in darkness, your fingers would map through his features, entwining into his gracefully swept golden treses, and mold your lips to his own.

Felix’s voice rings like a Tibetan bell, a deep sound that pleasantly echos through your ears.“Wakey, wakey!” his knuckles, gently brush your cheek. His words collide with the whirling waves and salty breeze. “Where’d that pretty little head go?” He hums, softly squishing your cheeks between his fingertips. Your response comes out muffled as he laughs, softly squeezing your warm skin. “What’s that? Didn’t hear you.” You’d only frown, your hand grasping onto his arm, and trying to pry him away.

He doesn’t budge. He never does, always teasing you in ways that seem almost cruel. Sweet but cruel. 

Felix’s fingers are soft, lacing through your own like soft yarn on a canvas, capturing the darker skin of your knuckles, the baby blue glossed over your nails, complimenting the ocean that seemed to admire you both from the distance. You’d study his long pale fingers, dusted with fine pink. Silence lingered between the two of you. You fell in love with the things he would never notice about himself. Secrets tethered into your soul, embroidered with a thousand locks. 

Felix can’t help but wonder what spending the rest of his life with you would resemble. He always loved admiring you. The way your plush curves accented the frilly white sundress you put on display for his eyes alone. The way your dark skin glistened like honey beneath the warm afternoon sun. Your coiled bangs occasionally swayed every time a light breeze caressed your face. He knew he couldn’t stay for long; he never did. Out of 365 days every year, time would only grant him the opportunity to spend 91 with you. He could never stay too long, or else he would bend the very pillars of the multiverse. He fell in love with someone in a dimension that he had mistakingly found himself in. He found his home in a place that had never belonged to him.

Felix’s ears pick up the warm sound of your voice, the way your hand softly wraps around his milky wrist, pressing it over your clothed stomach. He’s mildly confused at first, but realization hits him and he swears your smile and hopeful eyes tear his chest open like a scythe summoning upon death. A strong metallic taste fills his tongue as he chokes on the crimson filling his lungs. His eyes are frozen, loving doe brown turned petrified and distant. Your hand begins to shake, assuming the worst, that joy that blooms in your heart fills with wilted sorrow. “Felix…” Your soft voice begins, drowned out by the crashing of waves against the sand. “I…I thought you would…” Your pause, reality falls over you like a thousand bricks, crushing you and the unborn child in your womb. 

“Oh God.”  Your voice breaks. A million faulty syllables bleeding you dry.

Felix instantly takes your hand, holding them against his chest. His pulse thumping beneath your palms. His eyes frantically searched your own, for anything but that terrible despair that filled them. You watched the soft blonde strands tousle as he wordlessly shook his head. “No, no love.” His rich voice thins, you can see he’s desperately trying not to worry you. 

But how could you not worry when everything you built together would fade to ashes?

Felix’s lips plant kisses on your face, his fingers bound to your wrists as you shiver, your mind caught somewhere between denial and grief. “Felix…” Your voice quivers, his name almost unrecognizable when it passes through the air. “N-no…this can’t be…” You shrink, pressing your face into his chest, your breathing falling in short gasps. He’s hardly able to hold it together himself, his entire world swallowed by a current. “It’s okay darling…I’ll-I’ll stay.” You freeze, your fingers trembling as they clutch onto the cotton of his shirt. He stares into your bloodshot eyes and trembling lips, your head urgently shaking. “No. No Felix you know what happens…” You whisper, pleading with him. “Please, anything but this. You can’t stay Felix.” You both knew that you had to follow the rules and that the risk was not worth the consequences. 

Felix smiles it’s strained like the frayed ends of two ropes, hardly bound together. He’s always been too strong for his own good, always carrying more than his arms could hold. “It’ll be okay…sometimes risks have to be taken…I’ll be here with you and the baby for two whole years. Two years and I’ll fade.”

 He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into his lithe frame. A crushed wail forces past your lips. You turn your head, ignoring the prospect. That was not an option. “No…” Hot tears cracked your face open, burning your skin in their descent. “Please Felix don’t do this–please…” 

“No. Listen to me.” His voice was small. Your sunshine turned red and orange splotching like a badly healed bruise and tainting the atmosphere’s skin. “Shh…” His fingers brushed away the salty streaks on your cheeks. “Being with our child for two whole years, and watching them grow up.  Is better than seeing them every 3 months. They would never understand, and I would never live with myself knowing that the rules cannot be bent. I’m risking the consequences.” His wide palm soothingly rubs your back, easing your unsteady breaths.  “I’d rather fade to ashes than live a life without the both of you.” 

Felix wishes he could spend an eternity with you and the baby, he wishes he could’ve broken every law in the universe without any punishments. He knew that if he did not return to his dimension after 91 days, then he would already be considered non-existent, granting him only 730 days of existence before he dissolves to nothingness. He wished he could watch your child grow older, he wished he could meet their friends and pick them up from school. He wished he could match outfits with them and attend every school event. 

But he couldn’t, special relativity would simply falter in ways physics could never demonstrate.

You heard your child’s cries echo down the hallway of your flat. It didn’t sound like the cry she usually gave out when she was hungry or sleepy.  She was screaming at the top her her lungs, shrilly watery sobs tore you out of your bed. Felix was a light sleeper, he would’ve heard her crying and rushed to his child. He would’ve held her in his arms and cooed at her, made her some oatmeal, or changed her diaper. This caused panic to rise in your throat, as you grabbed your fluffy robe curling it around your body.

You rushed into her room. Your heart cracked at the sight of your baby withering her arms. “Mama! M-muma!” You pick her up, as she hiccuped, clinging onto you. “Dada go.” Her words were muffled, against your robe, and her dark brown curls brushed against the nape of your neck. Elise looked so much like her father, from her big brown doe eyes to the soft freckles that spotted her caramel-brown skin. She really was a mini-yongbook. 

“Dada gone?” You turned your head to face Elise, who was clutching onto you. “Elise…where did Dada go…?” Your voice was soft, and your heart was thrashing against your chest, practically threatening to tear a gaping hole right through your ribcage. Elise pointed a small finger to the floor right by her crib. “Dada gone.” She sniffled, her bottom rip quivering. Her eyes were confused. 

“Oh my God….” You sputter out, tears disfiguring your sight. 

There it was an open paper with Felix’s shaky handwriting and a pen placed over it.

Hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a like & reblog if you enjoyed it :)

#stray kids #kwritersworldnet #skz fic #hurtnocomfort #angst #lee felix #lee felix headcanons #felix x you #black reader #skz x black reader #lee felix x black reader #stray kids headcanons #fluff #no comfort #stray kids headers #yongbok x reader #felix yongbok #sfw headcanons #kpop headcanons #kpop fic #stray kids fic #dad!leefelix #mom!reader #original character #ambw kpop

[goose-pencil]

Have you had your angst today though of this after listening to dead now by forrest day and my sister egged me on

#angst #im hurtin #im cryin #hurtnocomfort #dead characters #dead deku #dead izuku #dead midoriya izuku #i killed deku #bnha deku #mha fanart #izuku midoriya #my hero acedamia #sludge villain

[muiltfandomsqueen]

Regulus x Y/N Reader - A Tragic Love Story

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Warnings: tragic love, hurt, angst and no comfort.

Pairing: Regulus black x Y/N Reader

Story type: One shot

Fandom: Marauders Era

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Y/N had always known that Regulus was different from the other Slytherins. He had a kind heart and a fierce determination that set him apart from the rest. Despite their differences, Y/N and Regulus had fallen deeply in love. They spent countless hours together, talking and laughing and dreaming of a future that seemed so bright and full of promise.

But their happiness was short-lived. Regulus had a secret, one that he had kept hidden from everyone, even Y/N. He was a Death Eater, and he was in too deep to get out.

Y/N pleaded with him to leave the Dark Lord's ranks, to come with her and start a new life. But Regulus was torn between his love for Y/N and his loyalty to his family. He couldn't bear to disappoint either of them.

As the war raged on, Regulus became more and more conflicted. He knew that the Dark Lord was powerful, and he feared what might happen to him and his family if he refused to serve.

Despite his fears, Regulus continued to ponder the right course of action. He wanted to find a way to end the war without sacrificing either himself or his family. He thought and thought, trying to come up with a solution to his dilemma.

Part 2?

#regulus x reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus arcturus black #the marauders #marauders era #ynxregulusblack #one shot story #oneshot #hurtnocomfort #angst #Spotify

[jasper-bat]

Good omens spoiler warning!!!

A good omens jegulus au.

The megaton is dumbledore

Satan is voldermort

Regulus knows both sides are bad, he's gone of on his own as a death eater so he can destroy both sides and save everyone. He begs James to join him, but he believes dumbeldore is good.

R: James please.. We can be an us!

J: come back reg.. Come back to the good side, please.

R: there is no good side! James it doesn't matter! Whether voldermort kills us, or dumbeldore sacrifices us, we'll still be dead without accomplishing anything!

J: reg..

R: you can't leave our dreams behind James...

J: oh regulus.. Nothing lasts forever

Regulus has to look away, to take a deep breath so he won't cry.

R: right.. Well I..

Tears prick his eyes and he can't stop himself, he grabs James's shirt collar kissing him, desperation and passion behind every movement, and James kissed back, briefly before pulling away, his eyes flickering to reguluss left arm. He felt his heart shatter before James even got the words out.

J: I forgive you...

#jegulus #azicrow #angst #hurtnocomfort #@hunterkin1

[snow-143]

The Truth Untold- Kim Taehyung |

ten- dreams are cruel (1.6k words)

'Taehyung... you're a fucking idiot.'

'Don't you think I already know that.' without even looking at him, I know there's a pained look on his face. He missed his opportunity.

'It's okay don't worry, you'll have more chances, if she's willing to kiss you once she'll be willing to kiss you again.' I can't help but see the deeper meaning in my words. Even though the last time we shared a kiss was years ago I think there's still a part of me willing to go there again. The part of me that sees sense out ways that though.

'You really think so.' Looking at him now, I see glimpses of longing in his eyes, not a new one either, rather a deep-rooted one that been investing his brain for years. Has he really liked her for that long?

The thought stings, not in a sense that he likes her now, I know how he feels and there's nothing left for us anyway. But rather in a way that there is a very high chance that he liked her all those years ago.

'Yes I do think so, in fact I know so. You want to know why?' Instead of verbally responding he prompts me with his eyes instead. It's funny that after all these years I can still understand his little micro aggressions.

Instead of lingering on this thought, I continue my point, 'that girl knows what she wants, okay? She's not the type to do something without thinking it through. All her actions are calculated and benefit her in some way. So I know that in her doing that proves that she's more than willing to go for it again.'

He sighs at this, 'you speak of her as if she's a manipulative mastermind.' To this I just raise my eyebrow.

'Right. Anyway, you and Jimin seemed... cozy.'

'Oh that, well I had to give you your in one way, and he was just being a gentleman.' to my surprise I'm met with a laugh.

'Jimin? A gentleman? Are we talking about the same Jimin?'

'I'd hope we are. You obviously know him better than me but from what I can see he's really sweet.'

'Yeah he can be, but not just to anyone y/n.' Tilting my head I look for the meaning behind his words. What the fuck does not just to anyone mean.

'Whatever. You're just mad because he likes me more than you.'

'...'

'Tough crowd I guess.' oh, he does not look amused at all.

'Anyway, we're getting completely off of track. Now spill, did she give you butterflies? She so did didn't she! I bet the only reason you didn't kiss her was because you were too nervous. I mean I don't blame you she has that affect on men. God, she even gives me butterflies sometimes-'

My rant is rudely interrupted by a call of my name. 'Yes I got butterflies.' There’s this look in his eyes, I can't quite place it but all I know is that his gaze is set in stone right onto me. Why is he looking at me like that while talking about my best friend?

'She had this look in her eyes, like I held everything she needed, that I was everything she needed. It was like she was telling me she'd do anything I asked of her, and if I'm being honest I'd do the same.'

'Wait, you're talking about Eun here right? Eun who looks at men like they're some prize to win?'

'Um yeah, of course I'm talking about her, who else would I be talking about?' And just like that the whole atmosphere has shifted. Why is it suddenly so awkward...

'It's getting late, I should go.' As much as breaking the silence felt excruciating, the thought of sitting there any longer was worse.

'Wait.' I can feel like hand encasing my wrist as I get up to leave. I silently wait for him to continue, but he doesn't. Instead, we just stand there, looking at each other.

There's a strange look in his eyes, one that soothes me yet puts me on edge all at once. Hesitant of what's to come.

Eventually he mumbles something, 'Don't go.'

'What?'

'Um I mean, won't Eun hear you leaving my room? She probably won't be asleep yet.'

'Oh, right. I suppose that's true.' My heart does the silly little thing it likes to do when it's let down. But that's stupid. Why would I be disappointed that he didn't actually want me to stay? I was the one who wanted to leave in the first place.

'You can stay here for a little if you like, just until we can be sure she's asleep.'

'Okay.' I give him an unsure smile, before making my way back to my spot in his bed. This time getting a little more comfortable.

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Rolling over I cuddle deeper into my pillow. Letting out a content sigh I breathe in the intoxicating smell that seems to be attached to it, my brain feels all hazy, but I'm not complaining, I've always loved the feeling when you wake up from one of the best sleeps you've ever had and have no idea how or when you got there.

It's not for a while until I realise that something's not right. My pillow is a bit too hard, and smells a little too familiar. However, I ignore this, too wrapped up in how content I feel in my sleepy disorientation.

That is until I realise my pillow has arms... that are wrapped around my waist. And the fact that my pillow seems to be at least the length of my whole body.

Hesitantly I open up my eyes, 'What. The. Fuck.' it's quite enough but the boy who's got me locked into a vice grip still stirs.

Deciding it'll be far less embarrassing to pretend I'm still asleep I lock my eyes shut.

But the embarrassment doesn't come... instead a wave of warmth fills me instead. Because the sweet boy under me doesn't startle, he doesn't shout at me asking what the fuck I'm doing in his bed.

Instead, he starts to stroke my hair, and I am the one shouting what the fuck again, except in my head this time.

Maybe he's just confused. He probably doesn't even realise it's me, I reason. But all of my reason is thrown out of the window when he begins to speak, 'is this another dream y/n? It must be... well if that's the case I might as well indulge myself.'

He never stops playing with my hair throughout all of this, and I must admit I'm very close to falling back to sleep. Because for all I know this is not his dream but mine, and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy it while it lasts.

So here I am lying on Tae's chest, letting him whisper to me things that only half make sense.

I can't tell if i what this to be a dream or not. Part of me wishes that what he is saying is real and not some fantasy my brain has conjured up, but the other half of me is praying it's not real because where the hell do I go from here.

'These dreams are so cruel. I get to hold you, to talk to you, to see you looking so angelic only for my eyes. And god do they feel real, but then I'm brought back to reality. A reality where I haven't held you in years. I hate that reality.'

His hands move, instead taking their place on my back and waist, soothing circles across my skin. Then his lips are meeting my head, and I can't help but think, if this is a dream it's one I hope to never wake up from.

But soon I am waking up, except, I'm still in Tae's room, surrounded by his smell, his aura and most importantly him.

Wait... so did that really happen or is it just some fever dream my brain conjured up.

'Tae?' I get the confidence to speak up this time. Probably because I'm no longer facing him. Instead, I'm lying on my side, my back to his chest.

The only response I get is a groan. I can't help but giggle at that. That is until I notice something poking my butt and suddenly nothing's funny anymore.

'Tae...' I try again.

'Mhhh.' He pulls me impossibly closer to him. And I can't take it anymore. Out of what I can only describe as shock I slap his hand, I need out if this situation right now.

'Y/nieee.' Why is this only getting worse.

'Tae, please wake up before I die of embarrassment.' He loosens his grip slightly, but it's still not enough for me to make an escape.

Okay calm down y/n its basic biology, there's nothing to be embarrassed over. But boy am I embarrassed. How did I even get into this situation? I curse myself, trying to recall the previous night.

The last thing I remember is sitting down on his bed and deciding I should at least get comfortable if I have to wait out Eun going to sleep.

Me and my fucking comfort.

'Y/n.' Relief overtakes me as I hear his sleepy voice. Oh, boy... his sleepy voice.

'Thank fuck, you're awake.'

'What are you doing here?' His arms are still secure around my waist.

'I was hoping you could tell me that.'

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a/n: idk how to feel about my writing lately

#books #bts non idol au #bts x reader #fanfic #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung #angst #hurt/comfort #hurtnocomfort #f2 fanfic #bts f2l #childhood f2l #toxic friends #unrequited love

[l-tooth]

First Tumblr post so I wanted to make some wholesome Christmas art!! :3

Just kidding fuck you I hate Christmas and I'm projecting onto Nico.

#im sorry #nico #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #christmas #comics #how do i tag this #percy jackson #angst #hurtnocomfort #how many tags do i need #solangelo #wellnotsolangelobutsolangeloifimakeapart2 #should i make one? #i dunno #someone write a fic #please #im begging #im on my knees #begging you #godamn

[sallyastral]

“Death didn’t take, but I wish it did.” - Devil May Cry fanfic by me

TW/CW: COMA, HOSPITALIZATION, GORE

Nero couldn’t understand what had happened, it was all so fast. Lightning fast.

An unknown man had entered his garage, grabbed him by the right arm and threw him against the wall with such force that it stunned him. 

Nero tried to get up, his head spinning from the blow, he saw everything blurry, he couldn't stand up. Both because of a strange sense of sudden weakness, and because he kept slipping on some liquid on the floor.

"I'm taking this back." the hooded man said in a deep, hoarse voice, while Nero's arm turned into Yamato. Nero remembered it well from his fight with Dante, almost eight years before that day. 

Only then, seeing his demonic arm in the hands of that unknown person, did he notice the pool of crimson, dark blood beneath him. Falling to his knees in terror, he looked at his right arm. 

Or rather, where his right arm should have been.

Instead of his demonic arm, Nero saw a spray of blood flow from his mangled limb,  pieces of human flesh ripped off still hanging, slowly detaching from the rest and falling to the bloody floor.

Nero's eyes widened as a dull, powerful pain radiated from his arm to his shoulder, stinging his neck and spine, reaching his brain and every other nerve, burning every muscle.

He couldn't take his gaze away from that bloody and terrible sight. As much as it terrified him, as much as the pain and the smell of blood made him nauseous, he couldn't look anywhere else. Nero's attention was diverted from his arm by the hooded man, who was about to leave with Yamato.

"I'm running out of time..." he said to himself in a broken sigh, it almost sounded like a hiss, while he unsheathed the katana from its scabbard. To Nero's great and frightening amazement, the stranger opened a portal using Yamato's blade, entering it with a weak and staggering gait, without deigning Nero a glance.

Nero collapsed to the ground in an useless attempt to reach him, feeling all strength fail, his senses and body going numb, screaming in pain and agony at the stranger, while his own scarlet blood stained his face and white skin.

"Wait, wait!" he kept repeating in despair and confusion, the breath in his lungs disappearing, his vision clouding, as darkness swallowed his mind.

And as he had arrived, the mysterious man disappeared.

"I left you alone for two minutes and... what the hell happened?!" Nico bursted into the room running, shocked by the scenario that presented itself before her eyes. The girl tried to shake him to see if he was still alert, a frantic expression on her face looking at all that scarlet liquid on the garage floor, being careful not to touch or bump his severed arm. "Nero? Nero can you hear me? Stay with me Nero, stay with me! Hold on, now we... we now call for help, okay? I swear, please answer me if you hear me! Kyrie, call an ambulance, and fast!"

Nero didn't hear her. 

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Everything that happened appeared before his eyes as disconnected fragments of an improbable dream, so tangible as to seem real, but so confused as to be impossible to reconstruct in a concrete way.

Nero tried, but he could not grasp any of these fragments, and when he managed to regain consciousness and started to understand what was happening, after only a few minutes it was all dark again, the fragments slipped out of his hand, and everything was confused again, the mind forgot and the body went still.

He could barely think coherently. He was tired, broken, weak, and in an insane amount of pain. Mental strain was too much effort, but at the same time he wanted to know what was going on, and spent all of his time trying to gather his thoughts, which kept slipping away from his frail mind. Being in the dark about this whole situation was what scared him the most.

Why could he hear every voice, but he couldn't understand the words being said? Why did he feel an excruciating pain running through his whole body, or any other painful stimulus that was being inflicted on him, but didn’t do anything to avoid it? He didn't understand it, he had no way of doing it, and that terrified him to the core. What were they doing to him? What would they do to him? How long would this endless cycle last?

Light. Drugs. Pain. Dark. 

Again.

Light. Drugs. Pain. Dark. 

Again. 

Light. Drugs. Pain. Dark. 

Again.

The impossibility to understand the origin and the end of this endless cycle of darkness and light was more terrifying than any demon Nero had ever fought.

In this total confusion, however, he had a certainty: somehow, he knew that death would not come at that moment for him, it would be many years before she came knocking on his door claiming his soul, relegating it to Hell, from where his still unknown predecessors came from.

But at some point, Nero really wished for death to free him. 

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The darkness began to make room for an insistent, dazzling, annoying light, which forced itself into the cracks of Nero's eyelids. He tried to close them again, tired and annoyed, but his vision was met by the deep, crimson hue of light pushing against his eyelids, imposing itself insistently in wanting to penetrate inside them.

A dull pain ran through his numb body, starting in the back of his head and down his torso. He groaned, trying to grasp and reach the clarity he lacked and desired for an unknown amount of time. Where was he? What was the light? And why did he feel so much, inexplicable pain?

The last time he was conscious... When was that? He was home, wasn't he? No, maybe not. Maybe he was with Nico? She was there, he remembers it, but then what? What happened?

He laid between the light of clarity and the deep darkness of his unconsciousness for what seemed like an eternity to him, until finally, after a while, the light returned, seeping into his vision and causing him to wince in surprise.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember how he got here or where he was, but whatever he lay on was soft and warm. Nero tried to move, intending to grab whatever was beneath him, and after a few flexions of his numb and stiff fingers, he succeeded, with no little surprise, clutching what appeared to be a blanket in his left hand. A bed, but where?

The ache persisted through the process, fuzzy, like a dark shadow looming over him. It didn't hurt nearly as much as the brilliant light above him, which blinded him. He tried to turn his head to rest, but met resistance with something hard on his face. Gently, he moved his left hand towards his face, first feeling a long rubber tube placed onto his chest. Then, Nero traced it with shaking, weak fingers, until he felt it terminated in a plastic mask on his face. With this discovery, Nero started to feel the soft, short burst of oxygen being pushed into his airways and lungs, helping him breathe with a steady, slow, almost pleasant rhythm. He could hear it now, too, a soft whoosh every few seconds, accompanied by a strange and continuous digital beeping in a high but gentle note.

Was he in a hospital? He wished he could remember what happened before, but there was just an empty void where his memories should have been. 

He lay down and listened to the soft, relaxing huffing of the oxygen mask, as his eyes adjusted to the light, resting for a while. Finally, a tan ceiling tile swam into focus above. He definitely wasn’t at home.

After some long minutes, tired of the friction and discomfort the mask was causing on his face and of its incessant noise, Nero reached to remove it, but his right hand didn't respond.

“What? Everything else works… What the fuck is going on?” he wondered. 

Nero raised his left hand, bringing it in front of his face close enough to be able to see it clearly, and experimentally moved his fingers, bending and flexing them several times. They were thinner than usual, he noted. Deeply suspicious, Nero tried to move his right hand again. Nothing, no physical reaction.

Instead… 

An explosion of pain pierced from his shoulder to his elbow, reaching into his torso, striking his brain and nerves, filling his senses with nothing but scorching pain, burning away anything else, any other now insignificant sensation. 

Nero's breath caught in his throat, panic began to build in his young chest, a feeling of deep fear that spread throughout his mind, as he turned his head to investigate. Maybe he absentmindedly touched or pushed the needle of a drip? No, a simple needle can't cause this much pain. 

The sight that met him made his blood run cold, his heart stopped for some seconds.

A bloodied stump where his hand should have been, deep crimson like the hue of his semi-conscious state, slowly spreading across the snow white sheets underneath it. 

He couldn't think, he couldn't move, he couldn't even sob. 

It hurt. 

But what caused him even more pain was the realization that followed the terrifying discovery: his life would change forever.

It would never be the same.

He would never be the same again.

His entire existence was going to be made of shame, weakness, pain, and the gruesome image he couldn't look away from, which he would be stuck with for the rest of his life.  

“Death didn’t take me,” he said to himself “but I wish it did.”

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[chickyqueen]

This is not a chapter for the soft. It’s a hurt no comfort kinda story. 

Kinda the backstory on how Future Donnie dies. 

Those of you who can handle it. Enjoy.

#tmnt #rottmnt #tmntfanfic #rottmnt fanfiction #Future Donnie #future donatello #futureleo #future leonardo #rottmnt leo #rotmnt donnie #fanfic #hurtnocomfort #majorcharcterdeath

[sigmwa]

“it should’ve been you.” dazai told you everyday after the despairing death of his friend. “it should’ve been you.” he repeated endlessly as if you couldn’t catch it the first time. he wouldn’t stop until you admitted your wrongdoing, if you were there you could have helped him. why weren’t you there? you had no valid reason. you had no right to be so depressed over such an unfair death when you were the very thing that could’ve prevented it. you will never forgive yourself. as well as anyone here. no one will look at you, no one will sympathize with you, no one will treat you like a being as any other. not after what you didn’t do. you could have saved him so much heartache, you’re incapable of doing anything good with yourself. you might as well quit the mafia now. no one actually wants you, you’re an idiot to think otherwise. maybe the reason you cried when dazai left, was that you were thrilled to not have the devil on your shoulder with no angel telling you it’s going to be okay. or maybe it’s cause he not only left the mafia, but you, with all those sayings drilled into your skull with nothing to veil you from feeling monstrous. maybe that was it.

#pm! dazai #dazai #osamu #osamu dazai #bsd dazai #dazai angst #hurtnocomfort #hurt no comfort #angst #bsd angst #port mafia #bsd port mafia #port mafia dazai #portmafia #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs odasaku #oda sakunosuke #oda bsd #bsd odasaku

[shxtpxstlxvxngfxck]

Hi.. can we have a part 2 of the annoying Sylvie sibling angst.. if u can? :’)

okay so a lot of people have been in my inbox asking me to do this (and by a lot i mean 2) so i was wondering if I should turn this into a full fic on ao3? When I’m done with chapter 1 I’ll post the link on here, but only if that’s what you guys want. Just lmk!

#ooc post #epithet erased #fanfic #fandom #hurt/comfort #hurtnocomfort #ao3 #what do i even tag this as #sylvester ashling #ee sylvie #sylvie ashling

[masontarro]

bought my boyfriend a corset, he’s gonna look sooo pretty

#he’s already pretty #he’s going to be prettier with the corset on tho #hurtnocomfort

[awkwardgtace]

Hurt No Comfort (Labelled when not canon)

Straight forward these are pain

Gambling Gone Wrong (non canon)

If They Were Just A Bit Different (non canon)

#hurtnocomfort #OC:Mira #OC:Corus

[therealmrconley]

i actually HATE found family i think its BAD.

#jokes! i think its ok its just not my favorite trope? kinda overdone #i mostly read. like fics with a lotof pining and stuff. also rlly good writing. #i do not CARE about the plot i will read anything as long as its writen well. #i mostly read. hurtcomfort but some hurtnocomfort.

[kittydragondraws]

eternal dream feels like one of those songs that a couple years from now 13 yr olds will be making #angst #hurtnocomfort animatics to

#kitty's kooky insane ramblings #murder drones

[arbustorum]

Feeling the #HurtNoComfort in this chili's tonight

the leasebound update was just this man... we are all #hurtnocomfort rn...

#leasebound spoilers #leasebound #maretext

[snow-143]

‘why don’t you love me?’ i ask, fresh tears blooming in my eyes.

‘what? of course i love you you’re my daughter.’ a scoff leaves her lips as if it’s a given fact. a mother is meant to love her daughter after all, meant being the key word.

‘then why dont you love me enough.’

‘what is that meant to mean?’ the irritation is evident on her face and in her words.

‘you never loved me enough to change. you never even loved me enough to try.’

‘i-‘

‘all i wanted you to do was try.’

‘i don’t know what you want me to say.’

‘i want you to say that you will try. that you do love me enough. that you’ll get better for me.’ each word is like a plea, it may sound pathetic but this is the last time i’m allowing myself to beg for a real mam.

‘…’ each second of silence that passes is excruciating. she can’t even lie to me about it.

‘see you can’t.’ my throat is raw. the lump at the back of my throat weighing my words down, making the four light syllables heavy and hard to carry. letting them out doesn’t help ease the tension in my chest though.

‘look…’

‘don’t. please don’t make excuses. if you love him enough to ruin yourself why don’t you love me enough to fix yourself?’ it’s a stupid question i know, i’ve never been enough for her. and yet i still try.

i keep giving everything in me to make her think me worthy, but it simply never matches the euphoria his wavering presence gives her.

‘it’s not that i don’t love you enough… i…’

‘you don’t love yourself enough? aren’t i just an extension of you. if you hate yourself so much you must hate me too right?’

‘no, i dont hate you.’ she seems almost sad as she says this. like the thought of me thinking that scorns her. i almost feel bad for thinking it but i can’t let myself victimise her this time.

‘but you dont love me enough.’ i ask a final time. i already know the answer but i need to allow her, but mostly myself, one last chance before i leave such a big part of my identity behind.

‘…’

‘goodbye mother.’ i say one last time.

i don’t wait for a reply before walking off but i can hear her nevertheless, ‘goodbye.’

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haven’t wrote in about 3 months so i’m a bit rusty 😭

this was more of a therapeutic write if anything. was very much self indulgent.

you can blame mitski for this one.

#toxic mother #drabble #sorrytowhoeverreadsthis #hurtnocomfort #fanfic #angst