#hurtnocomfort

[redeeedzzz]

Thinking about yjh and his baby...

[silli---lilli]

Ghost: I need you to blah blah blah blah Soap: *staring longingly* Ghost: Are you listening to me?

Soap: Simon, I don't feel seen by you. Ghost: *staring into space with a bottle in his hand* Soap: Are you listening to me?

Ghost: I love you. We should leave together. Soap: *Eyes at the sky, unseeing* Ghost: Please, Johnny. Ghost: I'm ready now. Ghost: Are you listening to me?

[thatoneevanfan]

slytherin!Barty Crouch Jr x non-slytherin!reader

plot: non-slytherin reader overhears her slytherin boyfriend talking about her.

warnings: angst, mean barty, sad reader hurt no comfort

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Reader pov:

I had just gotten back from Hogsmeade and was excitedly looking for Barty. I had been dating him for about a year and he’d been talking about a perfume he desperately wanted ever since. I’ve been saving up for months and finally had enough money to buy it for him.

I walked through the entire castle looking for him. It was a thursday so usually he had a free period about now, so it was the perfect time to gift it to him. I was never one to just gift people expensive stuff due to the lack of my own money but I loved doing it for people I truly cared for. The castle seemed more full today, making it harder for me to spot him. I finally saw him and started walking up to him with a smile. I was close enough to hear his conversation and my smile faded almost immediately.

„Y/N? pft are you guys joking? As if id ever seriously love a Y/H.“ He laughed out loud to his friends. „Well why are you with her then?“ A friend asked with a grin staring past him right at me. „Everyone has a purpose. Even someone like her.” he grins at them. His friends start laughing.

My heart shatters as I hear his words. I never expected anything like that to ever leave his mouth. I mean of course he had always been rather mean but never like that. I feel myself dropping the present to the floor, causing him to turn around and look at me in shock. The perfume bottle falls to the floor crashing and breaking, the liquid spilling everywhere. “I uhm… got you that perfume.” I practically cried out before running away. I can hear his voice calling my name but I ignore it. He runs after me but he looses me through the storm of students.

I run and run until I can’t any further. I feel a hand reaching out to grab my shoulder. I turn around to face none other than Lilly Evans. “Y/N are you okay?” Her voice sounds almost faded to me even tho she is right in front of me. Finally the tears start spilling uncontrollably before I crash into her arms. “He doesn’t love me lily. he never did. I was so stupid to believe it all and I should’ve listened to you” I sob into her arms. Her grip around me tight. “shh it’s okay… it’s okay” she whispers.

“Y/n” I look up to see him. He looks like the boy I loved but he doesn’t feel the same anymore. He showed me a side I didn’t know existed, making me wonder if I ever truly knew him at all.

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might make a longer part 2 if you guys want.

[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

[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.

[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?

[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...

[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

[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.

[leeluvsyoongi]

˚₊‧ TILL FOREVER FALLS APART | 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.

♡ playlist

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 :)

[writersmorgue]

You ever read some angst so good it forms a deep pit in your stomach, but like at a time when you absolutely should not have done that cause you were already on shaky ground and instead of a fun swoop like a rollercoaster it's more like the pit swallows you whole? 🙃 it dark down here homie

sometimes when i need a good cry i do it on purpose

[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

[hehearse]

Also forgor to say but there's a LOT of sweet destructive affection in A Fine Frenzy's catalogue and they're one of my favorite comfort artists so I am so glad you are rotating Beacon in your brainpan. The Bomb In a Birdcage album and One Cell In the Sea in particular have a lot of intense songs ("Happier" is very han brothers imo, "What I Wouldn't Do" is every 'I broke it a little worse' hurtnocomfort AU, "Think of You" is very Reader-Writer-Protagonist all singing the same song in different times and places, "You Picked Me" is in many places everybody @ kdj and hyj, and "Borrowed Time" is Very hyj and kdj) but all their music makes me lay down on the floor and Feel Emotions so I hope you enjoy :')

there is i see it i see it.... gonna pick and choose SO EHE

you picked me - a fine frenzy

that is. oh the joy of being chosen huh. i can't EXACTLY attach it to kdj for reasons that i am not sure i can articulate properly (though i agree that there is something to it). but yoojin for sure. specifically i suppose. yerim and myeongwoo. (there is difference in nuance to me) both in the middle of their own struggle, at a low point. unwanted by the people around them. and yoojin bursts into their lives, makes an effort - unearned in their eyes at that - to get them out, to help them, to nurture. oghhh

borrowed time - a fine frenzy

yeah. no need to elaborate. hehe haha. <- on the brink something something all the time from the moment hsy starts writing is borrowed time for kdj. bought in exchange for hers. and yoojin... you know who paid for his time :)

[keyedwing]

I’m not sure how I want to introduce this, so I’ll just go for it:

I will be using RTL and ETL as shortened versions of each trope, and MC and LI for Main Character and Love Interest respectively. There will be some usage of phrases being viewed from a video game perspective. Two examples would be the word “trigger”, like “I just triggered an event” or the idea of a “flag”, which is basically a cliche that will almost always lead to a series of events (like how a sex scene will almost always lead to at least one participant dying immediately after they’re done in a campy horror flick).

This is just my opinion! I adore tropes that have tense relationships when done right and am obsessed with the complexity that comes with! No hate to anyone, as 1: I cannot remember and do not have specifically titled works with me while writing this, and 2: as Anton Ego says in Ratatouille, “The average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticisms designating it so.”

Tropes: Rivals-to- and Enemies-to-Lovers—my thoughts

These tropes seem to be almost interchangeable in fan-fiction and official works. Well, interchangeable might not be the right term, since I haven’t personally found a story labeled as RTL, only to see that they’re truly enemies. And yet, you can read an ETL story and find that the main character and their love interest are just… rivals, though. This is why I thought it’d be interesting to give my input.

To best explain to similarities between the two tropes, there are a number of ways I could do this. But I’m keeping it short. As short as I want it to be, that is.

Both tropes rely on the idea of strained or tense relationships. However, what differentiates them is what defines the relationship that the characters have. Rivals-to-Lovers is usually lighthearted, focusing on competition in sports, academia, or games (dares, challenges, etc). Enemies-to-Lovers is far more intense, and focuses on the hatred between the characters.

However, both can retain something that can elevate the complexity of the relationship while remaining true to the trope: respect.

Rivals-to-Lovers: An Idea of What It Is and How to Make It Pop

As mentioned above, the trope rivals-to-lovers is defined by competition at its core. TV Tropes states that characters strive to be as good if not better than their love interests at something. It could be sports, video games, academia, tests, cooking, cleaning, hunting, sparring, crafting, creating—it’s not a small category. A popular fan ship that follows this trope would be KageHina, or the two main characters from the sports anime Haikyuu!!.

Since the relationship is built around rivalry, the characters do NOT have to have known each other for their entire lives. Hell, they can only know each other for a few hours for the trope to trigger. The main thing is that either the MC or LI, knowingly or unknowingly, harbor feelings towards their counterpart.

While I have not personally written anything that follows RTL, there are certainly ways to make it memorable. Play with the world’s background—rivals-to-lovers in a modern setting can be wildly different from one set in a historical or -punk setting. Why these characters are rivals and how they interact is important. Make it unique! While I’m not saying “If you see that other works seem the same as yours, SHUT IT DOWN!!! CLOSE YOUR PROJECT!!”, I am saying that if you see a long list of books following a theme, maybe take a look at what makes them so different. Surely, if there’s an abundance of “Bad Boy Hockey Player x Shy Studious Girl” romances, there’s gotta be something that differs between them.

Personally, I think the trope is cute. It’s usually lighthearted and fluffy, and not overly dramatic. And while angst can come into play, it’s rarely HurtNoComfort. It’s not a trope I intentionally look for, but I don’t mind reading it occasionally.

Enemies-to-Lovers: A Darker Rivals-to Lovers

Enemies-to-lovers is similar to rivals-to-lovers, in the fact that the MC and LI are put against each other. However, unlike RTL, ETL is a more intense scenario. I’d argue that for the trope to work, at least one, if not both characters must despise each other. Not just a “Hey, we have differing opinions and preferences and we bicker often so we’re enemies.” But instead, “we hate each other so much that we can’t be in the same room together.” If differentiating between enemies and rivals is hard for you, you’re not alone.

Two people who consider each other enemies may fight and bicker like rivals do, but to be sure they are enemies, we need to take a look into their history and interactions. Are they on different sides of a battle or something? Character A might absolutely despise Character B, but do they very sparingly offer a helping hand? No, at least not in the beginning. To even be nice to each other, they have to spend time together. And while yes, sometimes the same goes for rivals, remember that that enemies-to-lovers is built upon intensity. A month-long project won’t cut it, but a semester-long one might. Saving their life once might be a one-off thing, but doing so multiple times may ensure that A has B’s back.

Enemies-to-lovers holds a special place in my heart when done right. I’d argue that it’s best paired with slow burn. And while I have you reading this, I’d like to add that enemies-to-lovers doesn’t just work in fantasy alone. I saw somewhere that people were claiming that it was true, and I’d have to disagree. Opposing sides are a key part of any story. Modern, mafia, steampunk, sci-fi, apocalypse, wizards, medieval, historical—you can fit a number of tropes, including ETL, in any of these and more.

Thanks for reading :)

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Sunny Day

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0QVnlTB by Doosaloos Bakugou and Kirishima prepare for their lives in the future, only one obstacle holds them back Words: 1597, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: #darkandcozy2024 #angst #hurtnocomfort #cozy #plottwist read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0QVnlTB