#hurthurts

[socksandbuttons]

*oh i just had more angst thrown on me~*

[suhkusa]

EGOIST 19.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. hurthurt hurt!!!!, no comfort at all, angst, any other words that describe hurt or angst then yes

A/N. ;-;

-> MASTERLIST.

Angie [10:02AM]: URE the one who took those pics. i just happened to find them

Angie [10:02AM]: who do you think uploaded that picture of sakusa n that girl? lol u can finally get ur mind off of her now

Angie [10:03AM]: what do u say? u tryna come over or what ;)

You drop his phone. The feeling of absolute dread that you’re feeling is something you’d never wish on anyone. Not even your worst enemies.

You can feel your heartbeat pick up the pace. It feels like your heart is physically breaking. Everything that you thought you had let go is coming back to haunt you.

You should’ve known better. You did know better. But you’re weak. Just that weak little girl in high school who let Atsumu Miya walk all over her as he pleased.

He took that picture? He sent it to someone who then posted it? He is sleeping around while claiming he “loves” you?

There’s tears that are falling that you hadn’t even noticed.

You’re a fool. Nothing short of it. Anyone could tell you that you were. Trying to date someone who absolutely hated your guts for no reason? You’re a pathetic fool.

You quickly grab your keys from the coffee table, you need to leave. You’re heading for the front door when the shutting of another door catches you off guard.

“Y/N?” he starts, “where are you going?”

Him saying your name sent pure dread through your body. And him asking that stupid question made you see red.

“Don’t you fucking dare act stupid, Atsumu,” you snap at him as you turn around, your eyes meet his confused ones, “You know what you fucking did,”

Atsumu’s eyes snap between yours and his phone before he’s the one who looks betrayed. 

“You searched through my phone?”

“Yes! And good thing I did, because when were you going to tell me? Hm?” you yell, “You were the one who took that picture?” 

His eyes widen, “Y-Yeah, but it was never my intention to let it get out like that,”

“Boo fucking who, Atsumu! It’s out, so now what? Me and Kiyoomi’s reputation is tarnished!” there’s tears streaming down your face, “And tell me, who is Angie? Really?”

“She’s-”

“Oh! Let me guess, she’s another girl you fuck and love so much, right?”

“No! I ended shit with her a while ago!” he’s getting heated too, you can tell.

“And when was that exactly?”

There’s silence.

“Before the playoffs,” 

“And did you sleep with her?” you push.

“I didn’t want to, she-”

“The day before you asked me on a date?” you sob, “I should’ve known- there were so many signs, I never fucking learn,”

“Y/N,” he’s walking towards you, reaching out for you, “I’m sorry, but you have to understand,”

You slap his hands away from you, “Don’t touch me Atsumu! You don’t get to apologize to me, your apologies mean absolutely nothing,”

“You’re not letting me talk!”

“Because I don’t want to hear it!” you yell at him, “All I’ve done is hear you out and give you chances, and look where it’s gotten me!”

Atsumu looks at you dejectedly.

“I love you, Y/N!” now he sounds like he’s about to cry. “I’m sorry it took me so long but I love you,”

You’re sobbing as he tries to get you to hear him, he comes onto you and embraces you in a warm hug. A hug that would’ve comforted you a while ago, but now all it makes you feel is disgusted.

“I’m sorry I keep fucking up, but everything I’ve done for you is genuine. I want you so fucking bad it makes my head hurt, so bad I want to die,” he’s pleading with you, and all you can feel is pity for him.

“Just stay with me please, I haven’t even gotten the chance to make it official with you. There’s so much shit I wanted to do with you, you don’t get it,” he begs, he’s hugging onto you like you’re going to disappear into thin air. His own tears are wetting your- his- shirt.

Your heart strings are being tugged every which way, and you’ve had enough.

“Atsumu,” you say calmly.

You can hear him sniffle, before he backs up off of you.

You take in his appearance and find it absolutely crazy how there was a point in time that he was making you cry and feel worthless. You’ve got a man who was once filled with pride and ego, essentially down on his knees begging and crying for you. 

“Whatever this is between us, done. I want absolutely nothing to do with you ever again. If you try to reach out to me in any shape or form, I won’t hesitate to call the cops on you,” he sniffles in between each of your words, “Goodbye, Miya,”

You unlock the door before walking out. Not even sparing a glance back at Atsumu.

Leaving him alone with all of his own despair.

———

It’s been a couple days and Atsumu is distraught. He doesn’t know what to do. He feels like he’s tried everything. 

If this was months ago, he would’ve let you walk away with no retorts. But this was now, and now he was in love with you. And it feels like if he lets you go now, everything he’s done would have been for nothing.

You changed him. You, the girl whose life he basically ruined in high school, changed Atsumu Miya in ways he would have never expected. You made him feel like there was something to care about. Like there was purpose in his life. That maybe he didn’t have to be a dick to every woman he meets in his life. 

You didn’t even have to try was the worst part. You didn’t do anything to get him to change, being in your presence was enough. And now he had nothing.

He tried calling anyone who would know where you are, even Kiyoomi.

“It doesn’t concern you, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi responded.

“So you know? Is she okay at least,” the blonde pleads.

“It doesn’t concern you, stop calling me,” is all he gives Atsumu before hanging the call up.

The beeping noise echoes in Atsumu’s head when he realizes there’s one more person he hadn’t checked with.

He gets in his car as fast as he possibly can and races for the Jackal’s practice facility. The place where he saw you for the first time.

When he pulls into the parking lot, he sees a familiar car exit the lot. Your car. He speeds into the building and heads to the Coach’s office.

“Coach!” Atsumu’s disheveled look catches Foster off guard.

“Atsumu? Yes, what is wrong?”

“Why was Y/N here? I just saw her car?” he needs to know, he needs to.

“Did she not tell you?” 

Atsumu’s world stops.

“Y/N resigned,”

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[taegularities]

LMFAOAOAO i laugh every single time i read this pauli ily 🤧

colour me in: silhouettes (teaser#2) | jjk (m)

Summary: Spending your days between the comfort of Jungkook’s four walls should feel new, even strange to you – but in reality, you’ve never felt this much at home.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings:some more artistic moments!, a guest appearance, a party!, bits of jealousy, bathroom shenanigans, angsty dialogues, he brings her flowers </3, paparazzi being a pain in the 🍑, an outing !!!!!!!!!!!!, a very painful convo and tears, co– [gunshot], explicit sexual content: drunk bathroom fumbling, soft sweet sex, simping, kis– [gunshot], oral (f. receiving); the ending 🤒 – more in the full post! ➳ wc: 828 (teaser); around 20k for the full chapter! ➳ a/n: summary and banner are still subjects to change :’) let me know what y’all think !! working hard on her, and your words and support only encourage me further 🥺 so let’s talk! and honestly thank you for loving the series so far <3

➳ teaser#1!

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[currentfandomkick]

So. Back after getting sick and mostly recovered, and able to write again. This one has been editted a few times, and yes the visit continues to next part. Skulker narrates again as Sampson is difficult to write—yes she’s getting more narration at somepoint i hope, but our fave gorilla is not cooperating, and Danny is not awake.

Masterlist Here

Enjoy the contained(?) chaos.

Danny’s awful hospital visit pt 1

Danny was tired. So, so tired. But he had to patrol. Taco’s antics didnt stop his other rogues from existing or causing problems. But whatever power that be who chose mercy? He was sooo making fudge for tomorrow, and setting up an altar.

All hail ‘no one else on patrol’ god(s). May their pillows be their preferred temperature at all times, their food just right and the ambiance absolute. Or whatever.

That pull was back, the one he always got by the portal and let it lead him home.

He barely clocked the heat from the water or pressure change. Just bounced a bit before going to Sleep Spot and curling up.

Some Asshole grabbed him and he bit them. Not hard enough to take off a limb, sadly. He was too tired for that.

Then he was in Warm Arms like Dad, but Dad isnt purple…

Whatever, Nocturne take the wheel. he’s sleepy

There was some jostling, but nothing he couldn’t sleep through.

Then he was being pulled. And there was screaming and yelling but he didn’t understand ANYTHING.

His head hurt. His tail hurthurt.

His eyes got too hot in Sampson’s arms and he Wailed.

The yelling stopped and he clung to Not Dad But Close Enough.

There were too many people in there.

But they stopped making sounds. He curled back into Not Dad’s arms and went back to sleep as Safe Soft was talking somewhere and would keep him safesafesafe

—-

Skulker was true to his word, and recruited Ember, Kitty and Johnny 13 in distracting the ectopus assaulting the Whelp.

Seeing Ember’s Bandmates throwing ectoblasts outside of trickshots and dares was an oddity. And a good reminder of why one does not enrage a performer: their fans and allies come in droves of untrained and un-to-semi-tapped potential destruction.

Skulker was preoccupied with keeping Sampson invisible in the Aquarium to observe their skills firsthand, despite requesting their aide.

The Whelp floated in, shrunk to a small, finned creature who’s tail was far too fancy for his liking as he flopped into the water.

One of the nursing sharks swam with him and her calf, nudging him to something Skulker didn’t see.

He moved to stop them.

Sampson snarled and hit her chest. She became especially loud he moved to grab the brat, and it was a miracle the Whelp didn’t hear them.

He tried to glare back at her, only to get a face full of protectLOVEmineSoncherishSafesafesafe

Right…he had to wait for the mother to give the go ahead before nabbing the overgrown Newly Dead. Liminals.

The crashing and slips of tentacle from the far walls were far from comforting, but there wasn’t a ghost in existence dumb enough to test a parent regarding their young. Not that he’d come across and survived.

Sampson circled the tanks with low huffs as she inspected the one with the whelp hiding in the rock crevice she could not get into, given the who-knew-how-many-galleons tank and her inability to breathe underwater, unlike her fishy son.

Once Sampson deemed it ‘safe’; she moved to the closest part of the tanks and banged her chest until her fist flew through it. She moved through the glass slowly compared to the Whelp, but she is still learning to use more than just her strength if he wasn’t mistaken. A few moments later she came out cradling she her sleeping son, mertail hanging limply and softly biting his forefins, despite her best efforts to move his teething elsewhere.

Ember’s guitar rocked the building as Skulker guided Sampson out and kept them invisible. The last thing the whelp needed was someone connecting Topo’s assaults with all of his identities and alter egos.

Skulker increasingly regretted not getting to mount this Taco on a hospital wall for the time being. Especially as the ectopus made another wild grab, only for shadow to phase through him and get hit with a falling beam that stuck.

Safekeeping the Whelp first, debate ending the ectopus later. Hunting a ghost that hasn’t even had their first shedding this viscously, to the point of soul regressions, was beyond poor taste… what are the chances the hospital would help him press charges in the Greater Courts over this? Low. Very low…

Kitty’s warcry brought him back to reality. Johnny and Shadow tailed Taco with Ember hot on his heels.

The sight soothed some of his wrath. The whelp is a bastard, but no new ghost deserves a third of what Taco is putting Phantom through, stressed to soul regression…

And the ectopus has the gaul to keep going.

Leading Sampson to the Whelp’s haunt wasn’t as difficult when she remembered to stay invisible. Key word: when.

The Whelp managing to turn them both intangible in his sleep was an unexpected boon, especially when passing a group of living teens.

The mention of the Whelp’s darker frightmate hunting down whatever killed Sampson and the ‘baby mer’ were not his problem.

Managing to get into the Whelp’s familial haunt was annoying as usual—but he is far better at dodging than the whelp and the amateur hunters who can’t even skin a Newly Dead.

Pathetic, but not unexpected from living non-liminals playing with the Realms.

Getting into the basement to the portal was rather simple given the whelp’s sister distracting her parents with some essay of hers. And the thumbs up she gave him…

He had a feeling for all she can’t get a ghost’s name right, she will be just as much of a problem once he gives the whelp his necessary skinning.

Carbon existences, he’d never understand them and their ‘physical needs’.

The portal felt odd with the Whelp. A deathwail and a choking sensation stuck itself to his real body, not his prosthetic.

He shook it off, only to see Sampson flying through walls in the Zone. That was a nightmare to wrangle and direct.

“Sampson no—that is not the way to the Healers! This way, follow me or so help me I will carry you to the hospital and let you explain the whelp’s condition!”

Sampson bared her teeth before acquiescing. forced the time being at least. Wandering off was expected, but unwelcome. After the diagnosis they could do that. Not before.

Who knows if she’ll wander into a portal with the whelp? And that would be as good as an ending sentence for those two.

Skulker almost cried when the hospital specializing in pre-shed ghostlings came into view, and understood the what was going on before he could try and explain.

“Nurse Practitioner Amira, another Unshed—mentioned Phantom may be forced to come here soon, i take it you are his Chosen Parent?”

“Not me,” Skulker threw his hands up. “This one, Sampson.”

Amira smiled a bit too sharply for a moment. “Ah. A liminal of another species, in charge of the unshed halfa… can she understand ghost speak?”

Sampson snarled in response, while rocking the Whelp.

“Understood. I can take the halfa into an examine room. Are you available to translate as needed? Liminals are more difficult to understand.”

Sampson glared at him.

He caved. “I am available for this visit, future ones uncertain. I do have a haunt to manage and others i need to tend to, besides the whelp.”

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[princelydelinquents]

SooooI did somthing >:3

Cuttletavio fic That takes place mostly during the great turf war hut/no comfort and A special suprise for Craig (I hit him with the trans ray!!) as well as some character death : D

Tags:

Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories:

M/M Other

Fandom:

Splatoon

Relationships:

Cap'n Craig Cuttlefish/DJ OctavioCap'n Craig Cuttlefish/Original Character(s)

Characters:

Cap'n Craig Cuttlefish/DJ Octavio. (Splatoon)Ammoses Shellendorf Original Characters

Additional Tags:

Emotional HurtHurt No ComfortNo beta We die like Mr. Grizz and TartarTrans Coded Cap’n CuttlefishDivorce arc Real :(The Great Turf War (Splatoon)Splatoon - Freeform

Language:

English

[alleinadzehcnaz]

I'm back with something new.

Be ready to be sad

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/M

Fandom:

Our Life: Beginnings & Always (Visual Novel)

Relationships:

Cove Holden/ReaderCove Holden & Derek SuárezDerek Suárez & Original Character(s)

Characters:

Derek SuárezCove HoldenReader

Additional Tags:

Unrequited LoveAngstEmotional HurtHurt No Comfort

Language:

English

Words:382

Chapters:1/1

"Derek knew the deal wasn't a guarantee, but he had hoped it would be good enough to buy himself some time.

It wasn't."

[vanderbiltwellness-blog]

🌱Sometimes it's not about what your putting into the body and more about what your taking out of it! 🙏Emotional healing is a priority to wellness! #HurtHurts #HealTheWounds #FeelTheDifference #WellnessJourney https://www.instagram.com/p/B_MPy1kgsX0/?igshid=bdcf96a0k0jb

[garrandia]

That trailer is gold too

[moved2usagiiboo]

UH THE ENDING OF CHAPTER 18 HAD ME IN (legit) TEARS! Wow just wow ♥️

OMG— I wanna say I'm sorry but this was the reaction I was aiming for 😶 Stay strong solider 🙏😩

[i-am-the-corn]

i just spent 7+ hours on a simple fricken geometric triangle wall art thing

and after two attempts it didn’t work

my hands are cramped my brain cells are all dead and i want to devolve into a singlular celled organism because at least then a triangle wall art won’t be able to defeat me

[nmgpodcastnetwork]

When you was boasting n bragging and she made u eat all of your words 🤣🤣🤣 #ithappens #hurthurt #makeitcount #believethat #marathonnotarace #oldmanlogan #loganthemachine #nmgenterprisesllc #nmgnetwork #owner #smallbusinessowner #podcaster #blackpodcaster #urbanpodcast #urbanpodcaster #chicago #tasterzchoice #blogger #blvdave #host #IGETSHITDONE #themadtitan #chroniclesofoldmanlogan #explore #explorepage #dedication #determination #discipline (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQpNKtmN9ZE/?utm_medium=tumblr

[sadisthetic]

SEE YOU GET IT SM LIKE SOMETIMES YOU LOOK AT YOUR FAV CHARACTER AND JUST BE LIKE LOML BB MY RAY OF SUNSHINE*beats you up for the sake of character interaction, plot, growth and overall bcause I NEED to see ppl care about you and their reaction*

At least....that is my reasoning I confide in the hurthurt/comfort godbless 🙏 anyway yes skybound so true 🤝

yes thats a valid reason to relish hurt/comfort and whumppp. to me hurt is a form or a product of conflict and i Love conflict, conflict is what i am so drawn to in everything i consume. pain is seasoning, suffering is spice, misery is the salt of life, and so if such hurt is intelligently put together and served, the narrative can be so JUICY. of course sometimes when the chef is bad and unaware, pain can feel so fucking cheap. hurt for the sake of hurt and lacks the depth of flavor and can taste so bad. for the record im speaking from the standpoint of fanfiction. but it can be beyond that. where am i going with this. idk. i guess i just like talking about whump lol

like clearly im a sadist. i like hurt/comfort because i like seeing pain. lol. hfhfjskhfk. its like i enjoy how hurt can expose a character. but also this is my favorite way to explore character bc im very clearly a sadist hfbshfjdnmsk.

ALSO SKYBOUND. I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT SKYBOUND. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. SKYBOUND. 

[karen-chin]

hurthurt

Drawn on 20220713

Photo – DELETER NEOPIKO-Line-3 Sepia 005 + Watercolor on Moleskine Watercolour Album Large Art Plus

[notababy-babygirl]

This cut off pahinga muna talaga sa harot. Tho tagal na ng pahinga from karat. HAHAHAHAHAHA shhhhh.

So ayern, waitings nalang ako sa biyaya soon. Char not char but I miss. Pero ayern nga, ekis na talaga. Wag nyo ko pinagkakakausap para walang hurthurt.

Goodnoit. Sana masarap tulog nyo tonight.

[jpgandtxt]

Ikaw parin

Akala ko malilimutan ko na ang lahat. Pero nakita ko palang pangalan mo, 'di ko na alam mag move on.

[feralquirks]

hurt hurThURt theMHUrt PAiNPaINPAIN KILLKILL—

nails dug into his hair, curling & tugging, hard. the pain throbbed deeply, seeping into his very bones. ears rung as his mind raced with clouded, storm-weathered thoughts. nothing coherent came from his mouth as he mumbled & paced, hands flying to the back if his neck, the skin itching & aching with old pain. it traced across his skin, his body—intensified & he arched back, hissing & choking on a grunt. eye stung, skin tingling, mikumo crouched & gasped loudly, trying to catch his breath—

he wish the voices would stop—he wanted it to stop—

a deep & desperate grunt followed by wheeze—hands were everywhere, scratching, clawing— he couldn’t cry, wouldn’t cry—but it hurt so much...!