#:;hurt.comfort | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thesugarclubs-blog · 2 years ago

Text

The Safehouse - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: post-TFATWS Bucky, one bed, hurt.comfort, smut, 18+

word count: 10k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/story/328379898-the-safehouse

Masterlist

Juniper stretched out her neck the best she could in the passenger seat of the undercover police car as she brushed the tangles out of her messy brown hair. Her long legs had started to tingle and her butt was numb from being in the car for twelve hours. She wiggled her toes before pressing them against the rubber sole of her converse and pushing it free of her heel.

She scowled. Her bottom lip jutted out upon seeing that her one sock, the cute lavender one with the cat on it, sadly had a hole in it and she could see the chipped red nail polish on her last three toes. The lump in her throat, the horrible one that had been lodged there since the day she watched John Walker shoot that man in the back of the head unprovoked, wouldn’t dissolve.

Her stomach growled forcing her out of her silent bubble of safety, she looked over at him and anxiety flooded her. His scruffy jaw tensed tightly the second she cast her blue eyes on him. His gloved fingers gripped tighter on the steering wheel as her stomach growled louder filling the silence between them.

“I’m driving you to the safe house in Washington, I’m not your friend.”

He hadn’t spoken a word to her since he had taken her into possession. She wasn’t sure he would stop to feed her even if she asked nicely. Juniper went to open her mouth but was left silent when he turned to look at her. “Whatever it is. No.” He snapped. “We’re an hour from the first safe house, we aren’t stopping.”

Juniper sighed before she spoke but her stomach grumbled audibly before she could say anything. His piercing blue eyes turned to face her, a look of annoyance marred his rugged features.

''Alright, let's get some food in you before I get accused of letting you die of starvation'' he said his voice low.

Somehow the tone of his voice got under her skin and a wave of goosebumps formed on her skin. Fucking hell it's cold. He might not let me die of starvation but she might as well freeze to death.

“Thanks,” she muttered bitterly, turning her head to stare out of the window once more.

The highway was lined with pine trees, their branches laden with snow. Through the gaps in their trunks, she caught turquoise flashes of water, a lake she presumed, the grey of the sky reflecting from its still surface. It would be beautiful here, Juniper thought, if she were here for a different reason and with someone, anyone, else.

Juniper pulled her hoodie sleeves over her hands to try to keep any and all body heat enclosed. How the hell is he not cold? Juniper thought to herself. Her escort had turned off the heat about four hours ago and it seemed he wasn’t going to turn it back on anytime soon.

Juniper decided that maybe talking would take her mind off the tragic scene she had witnessed and her continuously growling stomach, “So, quick question, we’ve been driving for twelve hours, and the last time I saw a sign for food was about five hours ago. Where exactly are we going to find food out in the middle of nowhere?”

She turned her attention back to the road in front of them when he didn’t answer her. There were hardly any cars on the road.

“You know, if I had known we would be driving for hours I would have packed some food. It’s kind of hard to pack a bag without any warning or details about where I am going or for how long” she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Sure princess," he sneered, his icy blues turned in her direction for a second causing her face to heat up, "next time your life is in danger, we'll be sure to let you know beforehand so you can pack food."

The car sped up a little before slowing down as he finished, leaving Juniper flustered in anger at him and the situation she found herself in.

Bringing her hand up to the window for the fourth time within twenty minutes, she wiped the foggy window clean in hopes of distracting herself from her hunger.

“How much farther do we have to go? There’s no possible way that this isn’t a dead end,” Juniper slumped against the seat.

The man beside her sighed as he shot a sharp glance in her direction.

“Are you ever not complaining?” He asked. His voice was rough, probably from the lack of talking, and Juniper twisted in her seat to face him a little better.

“I’ll have you know I’m a ray of fucking sunshine when I’m not starving… or in a car with Sergeant Mood-killer who won’t even let me put music on… for twelve whole hours.”

He clenched his jaw at her remark. She watched him carefully as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat while he clutched the steering wheel harder, his leather gloves squeaking against it.

"My job is to keep you safe, not to satisfy your whims. Which means I need to keep my senses sharp and I can't do that listening to whatever mmbop crap you wanna listen to."

“Maybe that’s what you and you’re friends listen to in your free time since you already seem so much fun to be around, but it’s not what I would prefer when I think of music, Mr. “I wear gloves to drive a car”. What are you? 87?”

“Can you shut up?” He responded annoyed. His jaw was clenching so hard she was afraid he would crack it…but on the other hand…

“No, I won’t shut up. I’m bored, hungry, tired, and cold! Sorry that I’m not a robot like you. I am a human and I need those things like food and sleep once in a while!”

He didn’t respond. All he did was slow down the car, making Juniper hope they had arrived at the safe house. But to her surprise, he stopped the car on the side of the road.

“What are you doing?” She asked confused.

He didn’t answer and got out with a blast of freezing cold air, slamming the door shut behind him as Juniper sat in shock. She watched as he flexed his left hand a few times, clenching it into a fist before opening the door and getting back in.

“D-done with your temper t-tantrum?” Juniper sniped, although it was slightly ruined by her chattering teeth.

He narrowed his icy gaze on her face, “you should try insulting me once your lips stop trembling, tough guy.”

She pouted at him and the muscle in his jaw tensed as he leaned into her space, “my only job is to keep you alive until you can put a man behind bars. It is hard to do that when I want to kill you myself. Shut up and let me drive.”

Juniper could feel the heat rolling off his body. Sandalwood and cinnamon filled her senses and she fought to keep her cold lips still as he scolded her. He leaned back into his seat, satisfied with the fear he had instilled. Proud of himself. A horrible clinking sound, followed by a long painful muffle screeched sounded as he forced the keys into the ignition.

"Fuck. Of course, this happens," he growled hitting his gloved hand on the steering wheel letting out a string of curses under his breath. Somehow how seeing him mad made him look infuriatingly attractive.

"If you move, I'll tie you to your seat," he grumbled before getting out of the car.

"We are in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, why would I leave?" Juniper retorted ironically.

She heard the snow crumple under his heavy footsteps as he rounded the front of the car and popped the hood. She couldn’t see him from where she sat shivering in the car but she sure as hell heard him when he swore loudly and slammed the hood back down. The car rocked when his boot connected with the tire and she let out an involuntary yelp when he drove his right fist into the hood once, twice, and a third time, leaving craters in the smooth black metal.

For the second time, Juniper is hit with a blast of ice-cold air as the agent gets back in the driver's seat.

“FUCK”, he yells as he pounds the steering wheel, bending it with the force of the hit.

Juniper gasped, “LANGUAGE! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?!”

At a time like this, humor was the only thing that kept Juniper from having an absolute breakdown. Apparently, that wasn’t the case for her escort.

His blue eyes pierced into her as he whipped his head to stare at her. “Get out.” He said sternly.

“Wha-what?” Juniper stuttered as her eyes widened.

"Did you not hear me the first time?"

"You need to calm down, dude."

"I am calm," he snarled through gritted teeth. "You know what would make me a lot calmer, is if you did as you're told, dude."

Juniper shivered beneath the weight of his gaze but got out of the car. She didn't want to mess with him, or piss him off after he just dented the hood. She shut the door and crossed her arms over her chest to conserve her body heat. She could feel his eyes on her.

"You cold?" He asked, his voice clipped.

She didn't answer, still shaken by this violent outburst. Her escort sighed and shrugged off his jacket, holding it out for her. She sneered at it and he huffed.

"Take it." His voice softened, along with the permanent scowl he seemed to wear. Slowly, Juniper grabbed the coat, but apparently, even that was too slow for him and he wrapped it around her shoulders, zipping it up. She smelled leather and the cinnamon from his cologne. He sighed softly and looked around. "We have to walk. Car's busted."

"You sure?" She asked with a raised brow. "You wanna hit it again? Maybe roundhouse kick it a few times? I heard mechanics do that a lot."

He rolled his eye at her comment and walked around to the back of the car and opened up the boot and grabbed his bag along with hers. He closed the boot and started to walk along the road. She began to follow him and reached out her hand.

“I can carry my bag, I don’t need you to carry it for me,” she said as she caught up with him. He handed her bag over in silence as he continued to walk. “So are we just going to leave the car here or…”

“I’ll call someone when we get to where we are going… hopefully they will be able to fix it,” he replied with a sigh.

“And where are we going exactly and how long will it take? Because I rather not be walking out on the road when it gets dark and even colder,” she said trying to keep up with his pace damn this dude could walk fast.

“You’ll see,” is all he had to offer. Juniper sighed as she rolled her eyes- this guy was going to make this ten times harder than it should be.

In hopes of entertaining herself, she looked up at all the wildlife around them; the beautiful pine trees with their branches covered in snow, the few birds that actually liked the cold decorating the trees with their nests.

It was beautiful as the late-day sun made the snow glisten with a sparkle similar to that of a diamond.

Where ever they were going, it was quiet and peaceful- something she could get used to.

“So…what’s your favorite food?” She asked, her chipper voice breaking the silence.

“Pizza,” he muttered, voice lost to the wind as he marched ahead. Juniper skipped to keep up, huffing and puffing as the cold air hit the back of her throat.

“Booooring,” she breathed out, smirking when he growled in frustration. “What kind of pizza?”

“Listen, sweetheart. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you this, but we’re not gonna do the whole ‘getting to know you’ shit. Stop talking, keep up, and stay alert. You talk again, I’m throwing you over my shoulder.”

Juniper stared up at him, eyes drawn to where his jaw ticked before they tracked up to his mouth and the way he clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“Yes, sir.”

They continued their trek along the side of the road for what felt like ages for Juniper as she tried to keep up with her escort's long strides. She felt like her legs were going to give out, both from exhaustion and the cold seeping through her clothes. No matter how many times she'd rebundled herself into his coat she just couldn't shake it, all the while this man walked around completely unfazed at the dropping temperature. At one point she felt his cutting gaze on her as she adjusted the coat and her bag once again, she assumed the scratching and rubbing of the fabrics was also annoying to him. She cast her eyes downward and continued walking. This was the worst thing that could have happened to her, they could have at least assigned her someone with compassion.

She began to feel a little dizzy and just as she was about to ask him how much longer it would be, he stopped. He turned to her, giving her a once-over at the sight of her slumped shoulders. For just a split second she thought she saw a glimpse of worry in his eyes.

"It's through here. Just a few more steps, okay?" He voiced as he nodded towards a barely there path between a string of cedars.

The sudden bout of dizziness grew stronger and she thought if she opened her mouth, everything would leave her stomach right away, so she answered with a quick nod, looking down at the white snow beneath her feet.

“You okay?” He furrowed his brows.

She didn’t respond, so he took a step closer to her.

“Talk to me.” His tone was commanding, but it felt like he was concerned about her.

Juniper swallowed before she answered. “What is your name?” She was still looking at her feet, covering her stomach with her arms.

“You answer my question first-“

“What. Is. Your. Name?”

He sighed before he answered, a little confused by her sudden change in behavior. “James.” his voice was soft.

She nodded, “Okay…James?” She made a quick pause before she continued. “I’m not feeling good.”

He let out a deep breath before he stepped closer. She yelped in surprise when she felt his strong arms lifting her up into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way.

“What? I didn’t mean- you don’t have to carry me, I just needed to rest,” Juniper said quietly, unable to stop herself from snuggling into his warm embrace.

“Better to get there faster,” James said gruffly, staring straight ahead, jaw ticking again. He didn’t seem to be under any strain at all, just annoyance.

“Thank you anyways,” Juniper whispered, and she felt his arms tighten around her briefly before James cleared his throat roughly.

“It’s nothin’,” he rumbled just as a cabin came into view.

She followed him as he slowed down his steps through the snow-covered path. The trees interlock each other as if walking through a tunnel. He stopped them just outside the porch. It may not have been much for the world but for Juniper, it felt like walking into a new untouched world. It looked picturesque with the cabin that was nestled back in the woods. The snow lay like a thick blanket on the roof, the snow barely hanging on the edges with a brick chimney. She could already see herself sitting in front of the fireplace with her hands reaching out to finally replace the cold with warmth again.

“Is this it?” She asked as she looked up at him.

He narrowed his eyes in front, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “No, the Hilton is just behind it. Do you think you can make it?”

Juniper huffed and rolled her eyes. She became acutely aware of her arms wrapped around his neck and felt a blush creep across her face. “Put me down.”

James said nothing, just suddenly dropping his arm from underneath her body. She felt her Converse land against the snow, sinking slightly into the pillowy white. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the sudden loss of James’ body heat had her trembling. She exhaled deeply and watched the cloud of her breath fill the air as she stared up at the porch.

The safe house. Her new digs for the next… however long. With this giant, muscular jerk. Great.

“Let’s go,” he said gruffly. He put his hand on the small of her back and ushered her up the wooden steps. The planks creaked under their weight as if they haven’t been used in years. James reached up towards the porch light and Juniper winced as she heard the crunch of spider webs. He procured a single key and shoved it in the deadbolt, pushing the front door open. He stood behind her as her shoulders trembled, and pursed his lips.

“Alright, princess. Get in.”

“You know I have a name right?” Juniper muttered as she stepped inside the cabin with a small push from James.

The wind blew against the side of the house and she could feel the draft through the walls. The furniture had a thin layer of dust clouded around them and it reeked of must.

She shuddered again feeling the cold seep further into her bones. Juniper set down her bag, coughing slightly at the dust cloud that formed around her.

James pulled the old door closed and rounded the old green couch that took up most of the living space, tossing his bag onto the cushion. She stood, watching him as he inspected the fireplace and then the wood pile next to it.

“It’s not much wood,” he sighed, tossing a few logs into the fireplace, “do me a favor darlin’, check the closets for blankets, paper, anything we can use to keep warm.”

She stood, almost frozen in place her legs ached and her stomach still growling. James glanced up at her after not hearing her move, his eyes a bright ocean blue against the harsh darkness around them, “Juniper? Can you do that?” He asked but it sounded more like a command.

She curled up her toes in her wet shoes and bit her lip, staring around the cabin. She had stepped out of a winter wonderland and back into the horror movie that her life had become.

“Alright,” he stood wiping his hands on his pants. “I know that you’re tired, hungry, and scared but if I don’t get you warm now, you’re going to wish being hungry was your only problem.”

“I get that being an asshole is your whole personality but some of us can’t compartmentalize our needs,” Juniper whined but James didn’t falter in his order of her. “Fine, blankets, paper.”

“Good girl,” he smirked and suddenly she wasn’t so cold anymore as a wildfire spread through her belly. She turned her back on him, wandering around the cabin using the tiny bit of sunlight that peered through the dust-caked windows until she found a closet. The doorknob and hinges were covered in a thick coating of dust and webs. "Spiders," she shuddered, kicking her foot against the ground like a child, "I fucking hate spiders."

She pulled the sleeve over her fingers and twisted the doorknob just hoping that the spider had long fled the rotted wood.

She found a stack of old newspapers which she tried to pick up as a spider fled the stack over her feet. Juniper let out a high-pitched screech that sounded through the whole cabin.

Seconds later, James barged into the room.

"What's going on ?" a slight concern laced his deep voice.

Juniper's face marred with disgust.

"Fucking spider." She murmured under her breath.

“You’re kiddin’ me, right?” He said with disdain, frowning anew.

“Look,” she shuddered, “everyone has limits and this is mine. Are you gonna protect me, or are you gonna keep frowning at me?”

“Can you at least grab the blankets?” He asked.

“I fuckin’ told Sam I wasn’t the right guy for this. Shoulda asked fuckin’ Torres,” James grumbled under his breath as he picked up the stack of paper.

James walked back to the fireplace again, leaning down, and began to stuff kindling and starter paper around the larger logs.

Juniper looked around her and saw the doorway to a small, kitchen. “Finally”, she breathed a sigh of relief. She stepped towards a row of cabinets next to a refrigerator she was sure was as old as her grandma. With caution, she opened the first cabinet to be greeted with no spiders and canned food goods.

Her stomach growled again as she grabbed a can of fruit cocktail and spam, not her favorite food, but they would have to do. She began rummaging through the drawers looking for a can opener and a spoon.

“What are you doing?” James appeared in the doorway, a look of annoyance still on his face, “Do you always make so much noise?”

She sneered at him, her hunger bleeding into pure agitation.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do regular sounds that humans make bother you, Your Highness? I'm looking for a can opener."

James rolled his eyes and walked toward her, pulling a knife out of nowhere. She gasped and put her hands up as he flipped it in his hand and then grabbed the can. He bit down on his bottom lip as he used the tip of the knife to dig beneath the metal lid. It popped off in an instant and he slammed it back down on the counter.

"Don't say I never did nothin' for ya, princess."

"What about a spoon... or a fork?!" She squeaked.

"You've got perfectly good forks on the ends of your arms," he called as he strode back toward the fire to start working on it.

Juniper crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at him.

"Are you going to be an ass this entire time?"

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes glittering. Her knees knocked together and she had to lean against the counter to keep herself from falling over. She could feel the flush in her cheeks and her throat clenched as James flashed her a cocky grin.

"It's my specialty, sugar."

Juniper stuck her tongue out at him once he had turned his back to her. She decided she was too hungry to look for a fork and opted to use her fingers to eat the canned fruit. Leaving the kitchen she decided to explore the rest of the cabin. When she came across the bedroom she found that there was only one bed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said.

“What?” James called from the living room.

“I’ve read too many books to know what this means. And a lot of fics on AO3. Nope, not happening” she said, shaking her head back and forth.

“Huh?” James asked.

“There’s only one bed…” Juniper said.

“And?” James asked coming into the room.

"And?! It's not happening, mister!" Juniper snickered at him, only to be met with his vacant stare.

"What?" He huffed out after a beat, confusion mixing with irritation on his face.

She marched to the bed, canned fruit in hand as she planted herself in the middle of the bed, cross legged and staring at him while picking a pineapple slice and talking around the bite in her mouth;

"I'm taking the bed, and there will be no sharing it or warming up together. No sir. None."

She swallowed the piece of fruit as he marched out of the room, mumbling to himself.

“Hey!” She launched a piece of pineapple at him, hitting him square on the back of the head and he froze as it made impact, “I need confirmation that you’re not gonna try anything.”

“I’m not gonna try anythin’, sugar, don’t you worry.”

Juniper huffed, “well now I’m just gonna think you don’t find me attractive.”

“Jesus Christ,” James stalked back into the bedroom, stopping in front of her. Her eye line fell level with his chest, the hard muscles pulling his shirt tight as inhaled deeply and let out a heavy breath. “It would be unprofessional of me to comment on your looks, Juniper.”

“But you kinda want to, don’t ya?” She grinned.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated huff.

"I don't want anything and I'm not entertaining this conversation anymore."

"Oh come on, James. Indulge a girl a little, one compliment won't kill you." she voiced peering at him through her lashes.

He let his arm fall to his side as he stepped forward, pressing his hands onto the mattress as he leaned down to meet her gaze. Juniper swallowed slightly as he inched closer to her. Their noses were just inches apart, ocean blue eyes boring into hers, his breath fanning her face as he responded.

"You're not sharing the bed, I'm not indulging you. With compliments or otherwise. Eat your fruit and behave, Juniper."

Her brows knit together, her brain failing to put words together at the moment as he brought himself back to his height and turned back to leave the room.

“Jerk,” she muttered to herself, enjoying the rest of her fruit.

The next couple of hours were exhausting. She didn’t know what to do besides walking around the house and looking at the spider webs, giving them names to have at least something that makes the time go by faster. After a couple of hours, she got tired and decided to lie on her bed. Bucky was still at the fireplace, heating the cabin up a little, though the warmth didn’t reach the bedroom. He looked through some blankets to make sure they were free of spiders before he went to the bedroom, laying the blankets onto the bed.

“Here,” he said softly. Looking up at her he saw that she was changing her wet sweater.

He cleared his throat and looked away, giving her privacy.

After she changed into a dry t-shirt, she voiced a soft “Thank you,” which made him turn to look at her again.

He responded with a quick nod and left the room.

Juniper stepped over to the pile of blankets, picking one up and delicately shaking it out, relieved when no spiders fell out. As she wrapped it around her shoulders, she heard James’ voice through the open door.

“…and then the damn car broke down! Don’t laugh Sam, it wasn’t funny- she was exposed, she could’ve died.” Juniper shuddered and started to turn away when there was silence but James spoke again. “Ha ha Sam, you just might have to stop me still, she’s a goddamn pain in my ass!”

Her shoulders sunk down, the blanket fully enveloping her frame. Hot tears filled her eyes and before she could recognize herself as upset, they spilled over. Her cheeks burned as her thoughts spiraled. She wanted to run into the other room and smack James, giving him a piece of her mind. She could still hear him talking to Sam- probably still complaining about her.

She didn’t ask to see what she saw. She didn’t ask for her entire life to be upended. She certainly didn’t ask to be stuck in the middle of the snowy woods with Agent Sunshine.

Juniper felt the flames of white-hot anger deep in her belly. She felt the words bubbling up in her throat- this guy was being such a dick, and she was gonna let him know-

“G-goodnight,” she said suddenly. She heard James stop talking. A little louder, more confident now- “Goodnight, James.”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she walked forward and closed the bedroom door, hearing a firm click. The blanket sagged from her shoulders as she collapsed on the bed in a heap of tears, finally letting the reality of her situation sink in.

Juniper woke to the sound of something thudding against the side of the house. Her eyes shot open as the images of yesterday started flooding back in. She quickly sat up, her heart hammering in her chest as she wrapped the blanket from last night further around her frame.

“J—James?” She sucked in a burst of cold air when the thudding suddenly stopped. It had to be him, they were in the middle of nowhere. Walker couldn’t have found her so soon. But what if he did.

“James?” She asked again, a little louder this time as she reached for the bedroom door handle. Her fingers wrapped around the frigid metal before turning it carefully.

Juniper poked her head out, her eyes searching the room. She finally let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding when she saw him standing in the doorway, an arm full of damp logs, kicking his boots against the threshold to rid them of the matted snow.

Crystal blue eyes fell on her face, his brows furrowing for a moment but softened as she opened the door fully.

“Morning’.” He muttered, his voice raspy and still full of sleep.

“Morning,” she whispered watching him move about the room stacking the wood against the fireplace.

The tension between them was thick, and his words from last night still hung in the air. She’s a pain in my ass.

“How long are we going to be here?”

James sighed, glancing up at her like suddenly her presence was a burden, “I don’t know, June. Probably until Walker isn’t planning on hurting you anymore.”

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t joke about that,” she huddled her arms around herself as she walked toward the edge of the couch and sat on the arm. He rolled his eyes and went back to stacking wood, this time within the fireplace.

“It may be normal for someone like you but I’ve never seen…” she stopped shaking the images of the blood pooling on the ground at her feet from her mind.

He paused his process of stacking the wood, his shoulders tensing at her words. She didn’t expect an apology for his crass remarks over the last twenty-four hours, but he could at least stop making them.

“Torres dropped off a vehicle this morning, I’m going to go into town and get proper food and supplies,” he started, as his lighter clicked to life and the fireplace roared to life. The dull flickering illuminated his face as he turned on his heels to look at her again and like he was reading her mind cut her off before she could speak. “You’ll stay here and don't bother arguing you can’t be seen in town.”

Juniper sighed loud enough for him to hear.

“Stay by the fire, inside Juniper.” He warned.

She wouldn’t win this fight but she could at least make his life harder, she spun around and stomped back to her room, slamming the door behind her.

“Brat!” She heard him call as he slammed the front door in response.

The hours ticked by and her own thoughts ate away at her as the wind ripped around outside the cabin. As the sun began to dip low in the sky, darkness engulfed the tiny cabin and the wind turned to a vicious hailing of snow. She trembled, wracked with chills even under two blankets as she talked herself off the cliff.

Each snap of the branches made her blood dip in temperature until the front door swung open. Slamming uncontrollably against the inside wall she dipped her head under the blankets as her heart pounded uncomfortably within her chest. John had found her. She was sure of it.

“June?” A muffled voice called out to her, “hey,” warm hands reached out in the darkness and wrapped around her shoulders as the bed dipped behind her. “Fuck you’re freezing,” James swore as he pulled his jacket off and pressed himself against her.

“Get away from me,” she pushed against him even though his warmth felt so good, it was intoxicating and made her sleepy.

“You have to get warm June, you don’t have a choice,” he grumbled, pulling her against his chest he wrapped his arms around her tighter and forced her face into the crook of his warm neck.

Deciding that it would be fruitless to fight against this annoying, muscular giant she slumped against his hard body, breathing in his scent. His skin radiated a heat that spread through her body pooling low in her stomach.

"Thank you," she whispered almost inaudibly.

"You're welcome, sunshine," he murmured as he began to stroke a stray strand of hair out of her face.

Goosebumps appeared on Juniper’s arms, her not knowing if it was from the nickname and low, sultry voice of the human radiator holding her, or just the heat in general. Suddenly, Juniper felt herself being lifted off the bed.

“What are you doing?” Juniper whispered as she raised her head to look at James.

James tilted his head to look at her, “Well, княжна, you let the fire die while I was gone. So I need to start it again and warm you up completely before the hypothermia sets in”.

James had moved easily through the cabin and gently placed Juniper on the broken down couch in front of the fireplace, keeping her wrapped in the blanket he had found her under.

“And you’re not going to get sick? You have on jeans and a t-shirt just like me!” Juniper snipped back, pulling her knees to her chest trying to keep what body heat James had left behind wrapped around her.

James looked over his shoulder and smirked, “I’m a super soldier doll, I can’t get sick or cold.” He then turned his attention back to the fireplace.

She watched him start the fire, his muscles rippling beneath his t-shirt.

"What did you call me?" She asked.

A chuckle escaped his throat.

"I call you a lot things."

Her cheeks burned with humiliation. She was fixated on the Russian word-- at least it sounded Russian. It was probably something mean, and he was probably going to lie about it. He hated her, and she didn't understand why. She huffed softly and looked out the window as the snow fell, tears misting her eyes. She was stuck here with this asshole who hated her. The loneliness was starting to sink in and her throat clenched as she struggled to swallow the lump growing at the base of it. She just wanted to go home.

Suddenly, she heard the fire crackling and then felt a warm hand tuck beneath her chin.

"June?" He whispered. "Can you look at me?"

She shook her head and heard a soft, disgruntled sigh, a gentle crunch of knees as he crouched in front of her, leaning until his eyes met hers. Tears dripped down her cheeks and she tried to flick them away before he saw them but it was futile.

"Go away," she whispered, her chin trembling. She felt like she could choke.

"княжна means princess," he breathed, turning her head to face him. "And I'm not going anywhere."

"Why are you staying? You could just leave me here, no one would know." Juniper hiccuped between tears, her voice thick with a held back sob as her eyes connected with his.

A tired sigh left him as James shuffled closer to her while he kept his eyes on her, lips pursed into a thin line.

"Look June," he lifted a calloused hand to grasp her own causing her breath to stutter, her eyes flitted down to his hand covering hers before looking back up at him, "I know this is hard on you. I know that I haven't made it any easier and I know you feel trapped here but.. I wanna keep you safe, okay?"

She could feel the warmth radiating from the fire starting to warm her chilled bones but it was nothing compared to the heat washing over her from his words, enough to quiet down the doubtful voices inside her head at his change in attitude.

His thumb running soothing lines over her hand was distracting enough on its own.

"Nothing is gonna happen to you, because I'm not leaving you." He whispered with conviction lacing his tone.

“You promise, James?” She whispered, still not fully convinced. He nodded with a soft chuckle that made her heart flutter. His hard exterior seemed to melt with each passing second that they stood in front of the fire.

“Are you warming up at all, darlin’?” A hint of a Brooklyn accent poked through his words, making her smile sheepishly. She had always found accents attractive.

But she couldn’t lie- neither he, the fire, nor the two blankets were helping to warm her up. Shaking her head, James sighed as he frantically looked around the small cabin for something to help.

Time seemed to move painfully slow as his taut chest was fully revealed and Juniper felt like her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets at the sight. The contour of his arms and chest was illuminated in tinges of orange from the flames dancing in the fireplace.

"We need to get you warmed up fast, June and cold pieces of fabric between us isn't going to help get that done."

She felt her heart begin to beat faster and her throat ran dry as a taunting heat crept up her neck. This has to be a dream. She felt his warm hand brush against hers and broke from her trance meeting his gaze.

"I need you to trust me, Juniper. Let me help you. Please?"

All she could do was nod, as a violent shiver wracked her body, making her grab James’ hand to steady herself. He raised his other hand to her waist, gently touching the hem of her shirt.

“Take this off?” he asked quietly, lifting the shirt an inch before Juniper took it, raising it and pulling it off the rest of the way.

James kept his eyes firmly on hers, but raised his hands to her pants. “It’ll help if these come off too.”

“R-remember no f-funny business,” she said as she nodded her assent, James flashing a quick grin as he undid the button and pulled down the material.

“I gotcha doll, strictly professional cuddling happening now,” James said seriously as he quickly shucked his own pants and held his arms out for Juniper.

She wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach and gently leaned towards him. She was hesitant, but honestly- she was too fucking cold to wait any longer. She could feel the warmth radiating off his chiseled chest, and her options could be worse.

A blush crept up her chest and spread to her face as her eyes quickly glanced over his now exposed lower half. This man was made of muscle- his hipbones could cut glass, and his thighs were so burly that she felt icy butterflies in her stomach.

As she continued to blush and move towards him, she wasn’t sure how her blood was still flowing- every part of her was as cold as ice. She felt goosebumps rising to the surface of her skin as James wrapped his arms around her.

Juniper dropped her forehead against his chest and immediately felt a surge of warmth. She swallowed a moan in her throat as she flung her arms around James, closing her eyes tight and holding onto him for dear life. Her body trembled against his, aching to get closer.

“Whoa there, sugar,” James cooed, lowering them both towards the couch cushions on the ground. He held her small frame alongside his, covering them both with blankets. “Let’s get you comfy by the fire.”

“How are you like a million degrees?” Her voice shuddered softly as a chill wracked through her and she curled further into him.

James laughed, the vibration in his chest hitting her straight in her core, “are you complaining? Because I could just,” he feigned scooting away from her but her fingers gripped into the taut skin around his waist, holding onto the soft spots that melded to her fingertips making him laugh again.

“I was not complaining, just… making an observation.” She rolled her lips between her teeth, holding back a smile as she watched the flames flicker and dance in front of them.

“Right.” He breathed, tucking his hands around her waist.

She tilted her head up, pulling away from him a touch so she could really see his face. The hard lines of his jaw and how it angled behind his ear in a sharp swoop that she wanted to trace with her shaky, frozen fingers.

His lips hovered near hers, watching her as she studied everything about his face in the flickering light of the fire. The flames licked and danced behind his blue eyes as his lip curled up in response to her staring.

“More observations?” He whispered and the husky tone of his voice mixed with the feathering touch of his fingers rubbing circles into her bare skin made her thighs clench together.

She nodded, words evading her. He leaned in closer, his spicy cinnamon scent overwhelming her and making her stomach twist into knots. His lips parted mere inches from hers as his eyes flickered from her gaze to her mouth, it was a languid movement that made her inch closer begging for him to close the distance.

“June, this is the part in those books when the boy kisses the girl,” he huffed, hot air brushing over her lips.

Her brows furrowed and her hand came up to lay flat against his hard chest, her nails digging into the skin, “you read romance books?” She laughed, unable to believe that and her bottom lip brushed against his sending sparks through her.

Juniper gasped at the electricity running through her from such a small touch. She would blame her brain for being frozen and unable to filter her next words. “Why don’t you show me what happens in those romance books you read?” With each word, their lips continued to touch in the tiniest ways.

James chuckled as his eyes gazed into hers again, “Now doll, I thought this was professional cuddling only?”

Juniper saw the blue in James’ eyes become smaller, she slowly moved her hands down his chest to rest on the waistband of his boxers. Rolling her hips closer to him she said, “The tent you’ve pitched isn’t very professional, agent.”

Before she could close the distance to finally kiss him, James had her laid flat underneath him.

Resting on his left forearm so as not to crush Juniper.

James moved her legs apart with his knee, getting closer to her face again, “It’s Sergeant” He said as his lips eclipsed hers.

The kiss was crushing at first, all of the tension that lingered between them communicated through clicking teeth and tangled tongues. She didn't understand it. One minute, this man couldn't stand her, and the next, he couldn't get enough of her. On the plus side, she was a hell of a lot warmer.

Juniper drew in a sharp gasp through her nose as her fingers found the dog tags hanging around his neck, tugging on them. He broke the kiss to drag his lips along her jawline, tracing it as her eyes fluttered until his mouth met her earlobe.

"I thought you hated me," she whined, and then smirked before adding, "Sergeant."

The groan that spilled from his lips made her back arch. James pulled back, his eyes nearly black from his blown out pupils. A smirk eclipsed his face and her eyes followed the soft constellation of freckles that ran down his razor sharp cheekbone.

"Oh, darlin', I don't hate you. I was just afraid I wouldn't be able to stay away from you." She felt his knee glide higher and higher and moaned at the scorching heat from his skin. "And I hate it when I lose a bet with myself."

"What was the bet?"

She felt his knee grind against her cunt and moaned softly as he grinned, his face turning bright pink.

"I don't know," he laughed, his nose scrunching up. "I just wanted a cheesy romance book line to say."

Her fingers tightened around the chain and she pulled him close enough that his nose was pressed against hers. He rubbed it gently against hers, both of them giggling softly. Juniper hummed as she scratched his chest lightly with her fingernails.

"We've got a fireplace, one bed, I'm freezing, you're warming me up... looks like we're ticking all the boxes."

"Looks like it," James breathed. His metal hand came up to brush her cheek. "Can I kiss you again, княжна?"

His voice was so much softer this time, sweeter. She bit her lip and nodded before his mouth pressed against hers once more.

The second kiss was needier, messier as the fire flickered behind them. Between the fire and the kiss, Juniper was finally warm.

“Do you want to stay here or move to the bed?” She whispered a love drunk smile spread across her bruising lips. A calloused hand made its way down her side, the roughness sending waves of arousal to her core.

“I don’t know darlin’. Right here is just fine by me,” Nodding, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down.

His rough hand found its way to the band of her panties, trailing across her stomach before he stopped.

“May I?”

Juniper dragged her nails softly across his scalp, fingers interlaced in his soft chestnut strands as she brought their lips closer together.

"Please do." she voiced before pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss.

James bit her bottom lip lightly and pulled back, releasing it with a pop as he sat back. He hooked his index fingers under the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, his eyes never leaving hers in the process. She sucked in a breath at the sudden chill before feeling his flesh hand grasp her calf as he placed a tender kiss to her leg.

"You let me know if you wanna stop at any point, ok Juniper?" She nodded in response and he squeezed her calf gently and shook his head. "I need to hear you say it sweetheart."

"Yes, I won't want that though. But ok, I will." she bit her lip holding back a smile at the sight of him as a slight pink blush crept to his face, nose scrunched with a smile. A soft laugh slipped from his lips followed by a whispered behave, Juniper before he began laying a trail of wet kisses up her leg. His fingers kneaded her thighs as he laid down, his hot breath fanning her wet cunt as he draped her leg over his shoulder. His vibranium hand found hers and he locked their fingers together as he licked a stripe between her folds. The tip of his warm tongue circled her tender nub before he took it between his lips.

Juniper moaned, fingers back in James’ hair she clenched tight and pulled lightly, directing him to put more pressure on her clit. He groaned into her, vibrations traveling through her cunt to her fingers and toes.

“James, oh my God your tongue,” Juniper gasped, feeling him smile into her wet heat before he curled his tongue and licked at her walls. “Fuck!”

James pulled back, nipping at her inner thighs, teasing her back down from the edge.

“Easy darlin’, we’ve got all night,” he murmured with a wink before he pressed back in, tongue gliding through her folds again.

He lapped at her clit with his tongue, moaning into her soaked core. He unlaced his metal fingers from hers and ran them up the length of her frame and back down the column of her throat, over the lace of her bra, cupping her breast in his hand. The fire had warmed up the cool metal, and Juniper’s skin was addicted to the warmth.

“James-“

He palmed at her right breast with his metal hand, lightly pinching her nipple. The entire time, he continued working her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked. She gasped as he started to roll her nipple between his fingers at the same time, causing it to pebble beneath the fabric.

He grasped at the fabric between her breasts and in one swift move he tore through the fabric like it was nothing, left staring at the flimsy lace in his hand.

He pulled away from her cunt, his mouth slick. “Oh God,” he started, his breath hitched in his throat. He looked from the bra back up at Juniper who didn’t recognize the guttural noise that bubbled up from her core. It was half shock and half primal lust.

“That was so fucking hot,” she breathed, looking down at him through her lashes.

All doubt and fear fell from James’ face as he heard her words. He grinned as he dove down and captured her lips in his. Juniper moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. He tossed the bra across the floor and slipped his metal hand between their bodies, running two fingers through her slick.

She whined as he slipped his fingers inside her with ease. “James-“ she whined, his teeth taking her bottom lip between his.

“Call me sergeant,” he growled against her jawline, moving his metal fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

Juniper gasped as his fingers curled inside of her, tenderly stroking the spot that made her toes curl and sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

"Yes, Sergeant" She breathed, her eyes slamming closed as her hips rolled upwards between them, meeting the movements of his hand.

She raked her fingers down his back, trailing along the band of his boxers. Juniper felt his body tense for a moment, making her open her eyes to meet his. They were completely black now, his chest heaved with his pants as he stared down at her.

"It's okay," He whispered, his lips barely hovering over hers as he gave her permission to move.

Juniper gently dug her nails into his skin, forcing a groan to spill from him. Her fingers grasped around his cock, already wet with precum and sensitive. He bucked into her hand at the slightest of her movements, whimpering as James buried his face into her neck.

"I need you," She whined, her body feeling like it was floating as he coaxed her further towards the edge, "please Ja--Sergeant."

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” James muttered into Juniper’s neck. He then pushed off her to shed his boxers, the absence of heat sending a cold chill through her body. She couldn’t take her eyes off James’ cock as it slapped against his abs, making them glisten in the firelight with precum. She was sure he would split her in half, not just due to his length, but his girth as well.

“Such an observant girl”, James smirked as he crawled back atop her, trailing soft open mouth kisses all up her torso.

“Please, Sergeant” was the only words Juniper could form.

James lifted his head up, “Look at me June”, his voice low and soft.

Juniper locked her gaze with him. “I’ve got you pretty girl, just relax.”

His hand cupped her face and she reached up to lace her fingers with his. He smiled softly.

"You ready for me?"

She bit her lip.

"What do you think?"

He exhaled and dipped his head to kiss her softly.

"I wanna hear it, gorgeous... I need to hear it." He paused, his voice low and rumbling as he peppered kisses along her cheekbone. "Tell me you need me."

Her heart pounded. It felt like it was lodged in her chest. She could almost swallow it as his hands roamed her body.

"I need you," she breathed.

James grinned, pride filling his face. He grabbed the base of his cock and slowly began to push himself into her. Juniper's breath hitched and caught in her chest as a deep, familiar sting filled her body. Her eyes closed, the tip of his cock buried inside of her. He stopped and kissed her forehead softly.

"You're okay," he soothed. "I gotcha."

"More," was all she could whimper. "Please, Sergeant."

He grinned, his forehead resting against hers as he pushed deeper inside of her, whining with her as she cried out. The sensation was electric, crawling down her spine and her toes pointed. Her muscles were taut, twitching.

"As you wish, princess." Finally, he bottomed out and she let out a ragged and raw cry as her back bowed. James grinned as she quivered around him. "Atta girl."

He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips as he lay still giving her a moment to adjust to him. Juniper brought her hand to his face, brushing the hair at his forehead softly as a content smile graced her lips.

“I’m okay, James. You can move.”

James smiled and took her bottom lip between his as he moved his vibranium hand to the small of her back, lifting her hips slightly as he pulled back and thrust back into her. She dragged her nails down his back as she relished in the way his hips rolled against hers his movement sure to leave bruises along her hipbones.

Juniper but down on her lip, holding back but James thumbed it free, “Come on pretty girl, sing for me.”

He thrust forwards harder the tip of his cock brushing past that sensitive place inside her making her moan.

“There we go, angel, found the right spot,” James grinned as he slowly pulled his hips back, dragging his dick along her walls before slamming back into her spot.

Juniper desperately grabbed James’ dog tags, swinging wildly from his neck, holding on as he began fucking her with deep, powerful strokes, moans and whimpers falling from her lips.

"James, oh my god" she breathed, her voice sounding so far away as he repeatedly hammered against her g-spot.

"No, just me darlin'," he smirked down at her.

His hips moved at a vicious but calculated pace that made her skin burn and ignite with goosebumps that trailed her entire body. James' mouth trailed along her jawline, down her neck nibbling on the sweet spot making her eyes roll back.

Every one of her senses felt overwhelmed. She could still taste him on her tongue, cinnamon and wood smoke filled her nostrils, the soft praises that spilled from his lips, the way his body felt under her fingertips and the way his hair stuck every which way, little tuffs sticking to his forehead from the sweat and his blown out pupils admiring every inch of her. Everything she was experiencing pushed her towards the edge, fueling the fire in her belly making her clench around him.

A sinful moan left his lips as his movements started to become erratic and quick paced. She knew that neither of them were going to be able to last much longer.

“Sergeant, please, I’m gonna come,” Juniper begged as her back arched more to take him as deep as she could.

“Fuck, what a good girl you are asking your sergeant for permission”, James growled into her ear as his metal hand slid between them and he began to roll her clit with his fingers.

The fire in the hearth had nothing on the fire resting in Juniper’s core. It continued to increase as James kept swirling her sensitive nub with his fingers and drove his cock as deep as he could to hit her g spot. Her head fell back, eyes slammed shut as she moaned using all the air in her lungs.

“That’s right Juniper, no one but me can hear you out here. It’s all for me. Come for me, beautiful. I wanna feel you can squeeze me.” James’ hip movements grew more erratic, chasing the high that waited, but his fingers worked steadily at her clit, the praise and permission sending her over the edge.

Juniper let out a sinful moan as the initial wave of her climax hit her, followed by a scream that emphasized just how intense her orgasm was running through her body.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Been thinking of how perfect this pussy was ever since you spent 12 hours squirming in the car.” James’ words were as chaotic as his thrusts, but Juniper was in no state to stop him. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, all she could do was whisper “yes” again and again.

Finally with one last bruising thrust James coated juniper’s walls with his cum. “Oh FUCK”, James screamed to the ceiling. He slumped slightly to where his and Juniper’s forehead’s were touching, both panting to catch their breath. Juniper could feel their mixed arousal moving down her thighs and onto the cushions as James’ softened within her.

A small huff made its way through Juniper’s lips at the loss of him as he slipped out from her and pressed his back against the cushions under them. He pulled her body flush to his chest with his vibranium hand, her head falling against his shoulder as he dragged the fingers of his right hand lightly up and down her spine.

She focused her attention on the steady rise and fall his chest with every breath and the way his heartbeat felt against the palm of her hand, beating almost in sync with hers as he seemed to relish in the lingering sensations of their highs and the feel of her body against his as she did the feel of his against hers.

Juniper pushed herself up slightly, leaning her weight toward the leg she had slumped over his hips until she laid chest to chest with James. She peppered kisses across the freckles scattered along his chest before she placed both hands flat atop it to support her chin as she took in every inch of his face, committing his content look to memory.

A satisfied hum left James’ lips as he crossed her arms at her hips as if he was unwilling to let this moment go.

His eyes met hers and he threw a soft whispered “Hi” her way.

“Hi.” she giggled, her breaths steady now but her heart rate picking back up under his gaze.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, June?” he asked

“Just wondering,” she hesitated and he raised a brow slightly, urging her to continue, “I just- what were you thinking about me after you were ‘assigned’ to me? Honestly.”

James let out a chuckle, bringing his flesh hand up to brush a strand hair off her face before he responded,

“Well, I think still- that you’re an incredibly brave woman. Especially for willing to speak against what you saw, putting the wellbeing of other people above yours to make things right. I think that’s- you’re admirable Juniper. The world needs more people like you around.”

She felt tears well in her eyes at his words. It had been the worst thing she had ever witnessed, and she was scared out her mind to have to be in hiding after deciding to talk, but this is why she did it. To keep it from happening again and for however long she had to be holed up in this cabin because of it, she was grateful the universe had at least gifted her with James. She felt him shift under her weight as he brushed his thumb across her chin.

“You okay?”

“Perfect” she whispered, placing a kiss to his lips before she laid back down and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes hurt/comfort #bucky barnes one bed #bucky barnes oneshot #fluff #bucky barnes one shot #one shot #marvel oneshot #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #smut #hurt/comfort #one bed #marvelous

182 notes · View notes

zen-the-dumb · 1 year ago

Text

Iwaizumi Hajime Hurt/comfort Headcannons

Okay. So I know the polls aren’t done, but i saw that the most people wanted Iwaizumi headcannons first, so I am happily obliging

_____________________________________________________________.

So, I made a lapse and forgot to ask what type of Hurt/comfort was wanted- so I'm doing all of them :> (There will be tw’s marking whatever in each sections)

______________________________________________________________

Depression

He is an extremely caring partner. He’s also quite protective of you and just wants to see you happy and contented. When he found out that you had struggled with something like this, he was pained that it wasn’t possible to remove your pain from you. He would have taken all of your pain if he had the choice.

I think he would do his best to understand what you are going through to the absolute best of his ability. He wants to see you happy, therefore he will study up on everything about depression and try to help you be happy again. This includes helping you find a therapist, counselor, psychologist, whatever.

He will help you with whatever struggle you are going through. He is like your shoulder to lean on.

Iwaizumi wants to be there with you whenever you have panic attacks, breakdowns, etc. He feels like he’s responsible for making sure that you have someone to rely on in those hard moments.

Insomnia

For a partner with insomnia, Iwaizumi would be more concerned for your health than anything else. He’s worried about how it effects your mental health as well as physical health.

To help with your sleeping issues, I think he’d suggest different brands of sleeping pills after researching the best ones. If you can’t afford the medication, he will buy the medication for you. (He just wants you to get sleep and be healthy <3)

Severe anxiety

Hajima will not hesitate to drop whatever he is doing to come and comfort you during an anxiety attack. He can tell that it causes you pain and irrational amounts of fear, so he wants to make you feel safe.

Music. Will let you share his headphones and he’ll sit next to you with his arm around you while you both listen to his playlist or something.

It’s honestly one of his favorite things to do to calm you down by just wrapping himself around you whenever you both aren’t in public or anything.

If you are the type to wake up in the middle of the night with extreme anxiety attacks, he has told you to just call him whenever it happens. No matter what time, he will pick up.

TW: MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM

He saw your self-harm on accident. He immediately demanded to know why you had done it.

He asked what you did it with, and if it was something that was not a part of your body (What i mean by this is like if its a blade or something) he took it from you and locked it in his locker or something.

He isn’t angry at you by any means. He is just sad that he couldn’t stop you before you had done it. He was mad at himself.

Everyday, while you’re healing, Iwaizumi will dress your wounds. He removes bandaids/bandages, gauze, and cleaned them to keep them from getting infected.

______________________________________________________________

*_Requests are open, check profile for details_*

If anyone has other hurt.comfort avenues they’d like me to explore, comment or DM me and ill make another post.

24 notes · View notes

marzipanandminutiae · 10 months ago

Note

i’m sorry you’re getting these awful asks. i love your fics ❤️❤️❤️

Thanks for reading!

I don't think they're awful necessarily. Just a strange response to "I think Thomas did love Lucille," and- as I said -stranger still to come at me with this. One of the arch-Weird Sickos of the CPeak fandom (not actually that weird or messed-up compared to a few things I've seen on AO3 that are too dark even for me. but in these people's eyes, you understand)

(I allow myself this designation because I post more regularly than the people who wrote the extreme darkfic. even though a lot of mine is reasonably happy OT3 with some dark humor, or Sharpecest hurt.comfort)

(I did write a fic where the Sharpes have brainwashed Edith into thinking she's the third incest sibling after her fall from the balcony gave her amnesia, and one where Edith dreams about Lucille's ghost fingering her while she washes Lucille's corpse for burial, though. Sorry not sorry)

#ask #anon #crimson peak #fanfic #incest mention

18 notes · View notes

maaarshieee · 2 years ago

Note

Hello! I saw you write for Kagaya! My heart broke for him in the recent season so I was wondering if, could I request Kagaya having a hard time with his curse but his wife, Reader, is like always by his side caring for him. Giving him full love and support. This is reminding him that she's there for him along with his precious children. That he is never alone, they’re by his side. Always.

➢ Kᴀɢᴀʏᴀ Uʙᴜʏᴀsʜɪᴋɪ x Gɴ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ 1,294 Wᴏʀᴅs

➢ Hᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ-ɪsʜ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Kagaya's condition is just getting worse and worse. Despite his suffering, you being by his side made living life a little bit more worth it. It was painful, but he'd do anything to be with you, just a little longer.

➵ Aʟᴡᴀʏs

cw: mentions of blood and heart wrenching kagaya angst

"There, there, take it easy."

Your voice, loud and clear, gentle and kind. It was always the first thing he wanted to wake up to. To your soft calls of his name, to the feeling of your warm palm against his cold skin caressing his face, as if his scarring face was still as precious ever since you fell in love with him.

He wished to see you again. To see you smiling brightly at him, to see your lips curve, open and close with every word you say, to see the subtle dimples that form at the corners of your lips. To see the shine in your eyes, the love, kindness, patience, and passion it held, for your children, and for him.

Gods forbid taking his hearing away from him. He might've gone frail, he might've lost his sight, but he could still hear you. Hear your heart beating only for him, hear the faint shift of your clothes whenever you move, hear you breathing, alive and well beside him, and most importantly, hear your voice.

The voice that he was so used to hearing. The voice always greeted him with good mornings, good afternoons, and goodnight. The voice asked if he was feeling okay if he was hungry, thirsty, or feeling blue. The voice that would sing him whenever he asked you to; you'd always change it up for him every time. One day, you'd sing him a cheerful song that would lighten his mood, a shaky smile forming on his dry lips, and a soft, hoarse chuckle will make its way to his throat.

There are days when you sing him melancholy songs, where it would pull him back to reality, a reality where his life was incredibly short. His life was stolen from him, learning how to run a corporation with no other choice for the sake of humanity. What he did was honorable, and he would never regret offering his life to take back the peace Muzan disrupted the day he was turned into a demon, it was just that, after spending so much time with you, he wished he wasn't cursed. Wished that he wasn't the leader with huge responsibilities that he can't ignore.

To be with you, the love of his life. The light that shone in his darkest days, led him to a path filled with love and happiness. A path that held fear, anger, sadness, and hurt, but the path always led to a better road, a road filled with opportunities and hope. You were everything to him, the one who would never leave his side, the one who'd care for him even if he's just a sick man.

He wished he could return the favor back to you. To make you feel loved as much as he loved you, to make you feel cared for, important, and cherished. Loved. By him, your husband, to hold your hand once more, to kiss you, to appreciate you in ways he once did. The pain of not being able to show you just how much he appreciated you for every single thing you do for him, be it big or small.

Whether you simply prepared his tea, gave him medicine, straightened his kimono, brushed his hair, and let him lean his weight against you whilst you walk through the long hallways of his— your shared estate together.

He prayed, wished, and begged, but his damned curse... It even prevented him to talk. He couldn't get through a single sentence without coughing out blood.

It made him frustrated. The anger he's never felt before bubbled in his chest, vision turning red. Unfair; is one word to describe his life. It's unfair that his family had to suffer just because of a surname, because of the faintest connection he had with Muzan Kibutsuji. Unfair that you had to suffer along with him, that you're stuck with someone like him.

Weak, sick, and dying.

"Let go," You whispered in his ear, sweet and soothing, hand wiping off the blood that dribbled down his chin with a piece of cloth. "Don't hold anger in your heart." Placing a pill on his tongue, you pressed a cup of warm tea against his lips, tilting the cup and his head upwards slowly, making sure it didn't burn him, or make him drink too much quickly. You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down, swallowing the pill.

Taking his hands into yours, you moved them up to your face, letting his cold, but delicate fingertips roam your face, lingering touches all over, from the blemishes of your face to the most noticeable parts of your face. Your nose, tracing circles on the tip, and then lightly poking it, earning a small giggle from you. Your eyelids, thumbs running across your closed eyes. Your lips, his fingers stayed there the longest, his own parting slightly, then closing them once again.

You knew what he wanted.

Leaning down, you pressed a long, loving kiss against his. Even if he couldn't return the same passion you gifted his lips, the same love, the same intimacy, he appreciated it. That you aren't disgusted by him, that you'd still willingly kiss him despite his looks despite his state.

"I know how you feel," You continued once you pulled away, lips trembling, forcing your tears to not fall. "I may not feel the excruciating pain your body is experiencing, I know what you feel. I want to be with you more, to love you, to adore you..." A sad smile graced your lips, his fingers flinching back when he felt something wet. Tears. "But I'm grateful that I'm able to experience you, experience having a family, experience your love."

"I've felt your love, your devotion, your loyalty, and I want to return it to you until death does us part." You pressed your forehead against his', his hands shakily, weakly, gripping your kimono, the kimono he bought for your anniversary, your favorite kimono from him. "Please, I don't want you to die with anger in your heart, with deep regrets." You pleaded, tears pouring onto Kagaya's face.

How silly of him to make you worry. It was unfair, sure, but he was also blessed. Blessed to even have you in his life. Blessed to have a family with you, blessed to be allowed to love you. You're ultimately his blessing and his curse.

You're the only one who can make him feel this way. Content, happy, and loved as if his curse was never there to begin with.

You're the only one who can make him feel this way. Anguished, regretful, and desperate, for a chance. A chance to have a normal life with you.

He reached for your hands, making you freeze. He opened your hand and traced his finger on your palm— rather, wrote something on your palm. It was difficult to decipher; his hand was trembling. "Reincarnation", he wrote.

Your throat tightened, letting out a sob you desperately tried to hold back. "Of course," You choked, nodding as tears blinded your vision. You could hear him crying too, struggling to breathe. Biting your bottom lip, you wiped his tears, cooing at him. "We'll find each other in the next life, won't we?"

A weak nod was the only thing he could muster, a small smile forming on his lips. You felt your heart clench, more tears falling down your cheeks. "Once demons are eradicated. We'll— we'll start a family once more, watch them grow old together, live, and, and—"

"Y/n," Kagaya tried, voice so low you barely heard it. Silencing your cries down to whimpers, you patiently waited for him to speak once more. "I love you,"

You held him close to you, unable to hold back your loud cries.

✦ I'm on a roll~ While Kyojuro took a whole day to be written, I started this right after writing it and did my best to post it as soon as I could~ I LOVE, love writing for Kagaya!! He makes me soff and I just wanna give him all the love he deserves! So for Kagaya requesters, I love you all. I can't believe I was hesitant to write for him but now I ultimately fell inlove. You said to include his kids so sorry for making it centered on the reader and Kagaya!! Thanks for you patience everyone! Have a good day/night~

BYE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT BUT WHATEVER??? LMAO, i finished this in a few hours after writing Kyojuro, i was thinking of putting it on queue and i was like, NAH, i said I'll bombard the dash with my writing so here have fun hehe 😈😈

#:;marshie.writes #:;hurt.comfort #:;oneshots #:;requested #:;kagaya.ubuyashiki #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #kagaya x reader #kagaya ubuyashiki x reader

919 notes · View notes

valreadsfics · 2 years ago

Text

molting

♡ pairing: chan x reader

♡ description: the room was full of silent, dead air. the ceiling was becoming less interesting by the moment, but you couldn’t tear your eyes from it.

♡ length: ~1k

♡ warnings: a bit depressing, a few food mentions, symptoms of depersonalization disorder (dpd)

the room was full of silent, dead air. the ceiling was becoming less interesting by the moment, but you couldn’t tear your eyes from it. the last few hours were spent thinking things over, turning them around in your mind like a rock tumbled in a stream. the edges were smoother, worn down from time, but altogether unrecognizable compared to what it once was.

you, too, felt unrecognizable. felt as if the world itself was the stream and you were the pond, turning over and over, losing some facets and gaining others, never sure of what would remain the next month, year, decade of your life. things had changed so quickly even in the last year of being with chan, you couldn’t even recognize the you that was in the photos from that long ago.

you looked back at the wall of your shared apartment, the polaroids taped up on the wall. ones of chan and you, out on dates. one of felix, when he’d insisted on baking for your anniversary (and chan reminded him that it was his and yours, not felix and yours, which you thought was funny). one from jisung’s birthday when you’d planned a surprise party and jeongin had smushed jisung’s face into the cake. a collection (at minho’s request) of soonie, doongie, and doori. (of course, a few of kkami, bbama, and berry as well, but nowhere near as many.) a multitude of memories, showcased on the wall, of moments you’d spent with chan and his little family. in each one, you found it hard to recognize yourself, felt like you were looking at a stranger. you knew, somewhere inside you, that it was you; you remembered these moments, remembered being there for them… but the images on the wall appeared more like a stranger’s diary, a collage of moments in someone else’s time.

your eyes trailed back up to the ceiling as you continued to half-heartedly count the specks on the paint. the door opened, and you saw (the top of) chan’s curly hair poked over the edge of the sofa. he greeted you, “hi, y/n, i’m home~”

you could’ve teased him with an ‘obviously,’ but you didn’t have the heart. “hey, welcome back.”

he stepped closer after toeing off his shoes, lifting a brown sack and shaking it. “i brought dinner.”

you weren’t sure what he brought, but you figured it was good. any food is good food. you smiled, but it doesn’t quite make it to your eyes. he set the bag down, and flopped on top of you on the couch. a wheeze escaped you, “ugh, you’re heavy.”

“rude!” he said, only being playful, his dimples on full display. “you hungry?”

you nodded, even if you didn’t feel that hungry at the moment.

there was a smile on his face, a little tender, a little soft. it fell slowly, as he started to take in your features, the moment he’d walked into. you, on the couch, staring at nothing, not as playful as usual… chan knew he could be a bit exuberant at times, strong, loud gestures and broad strokes of affection. he reeled himself in back to the slow molasses moment, pressed a cheek to the top of your head, rearranged you and him to hold you close. he could recognize this from a mile away. he knew you too well for it to pass unnoticed.

“you’re hurting, aren’t you?” he asked.

you nodded.

“same stuff?”

you nodded.

he sighed, but said nothing. not a sigh of disappointment at you, a sigh that the world could not be a little more tender to you.

“you don’t deserve it, you know,” chan said. “and you shouldn’t let it sit so deep in your heart.”

your voice came now, sounding strange in your own ears, “i know.”

“why do you let it eat you up?” he asked.

“because that’s all i know.” you looked down at your lap, at chan’s arms around you. “all i know is letting things eat me up until i disappear completely. once i come back, i’m a different me, and i don’t recognize it.”

he listened, but said nothing.

“every few weeks, i molt. i become a different, adjacent me. you still see me as the same one, but inside things are different. all of my guts are in the wrong spots, my feelings in incorrect proportions, my thoughts in a code i haven’t deciphered yet. and right when i get everything back where it goes, when i get everything balanced, when i crack the code…”

“it changes again,” he finished for you, in understanding.

you nodded.

“and then i start all over again. and… i’ve become so good at camouflaging it that people start to believe that the signs of my molting are instead indicators of who i am. they see the shedding skin and tell me i look thinner. they see the cracked exterior and tell me i’ve become more open. they see the blood and tell me i look pretty in red.

“i look in the mirror and i no longer resemble myself. i feel like i wear myself as a costume, as a means to appear like i am normal. i look at the reflection and don’t recognize it. who is that stranger? who is that creature, with the sunken eyes and the blood? surely that can’t be me.”

the silence fell again, thick but not heavy. your words floated off into the room, before disappearing completely.

“it gets so exhausting, trying to figure out everything, and it never gets easier. i never can seem to learn the right way around, the best way to solve it. i’m just…” you started, then your voice cracked a bit. “i’m so tired. i don’t know who i am, anymore.”

chan spoke up after a long time, truly listening and understanding your words before responding. “it is you.”

“what?”

“the person i see in front of me. that’s you. that’s my love, my precious y/n.”

you couldn’t meet his eyes for a minute, but the tender smile lingered long enough that you finally did look.

“i’d recognize you anywhere. over and over again.”

his next comment was rather soft and doting. “i can recognize you. you molt, you change, you metamorphose right in front of me, but… i see it. all the steps in-between the last and the newest. you’re always you.”

“but what happens if i change too much?” you blurted. “and you can’t recognize me?”

chan shook his head immediately. “that’ll never happen. you’re always my love.”

#bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #chan x reader #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #;;val.note #;;bangchan #;;hurt.comfort #;;comments-#i hope this is ok! i know it's a little depressing but i've not been doing the best #so i ended up writing some channie comfort bc i need some myself tbh!#anywho lots of love.. rbs and comments are appreciated <3

106 notes · View notes

lover-of-midnight · 3 years ago

Link

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Merlin (TV)

Relationships:

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Characters:

Merlin (Merlin)

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Hurt

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Worried Arthur

Arthur Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin)

Hurt Merlin

King Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Trust Issues

Angstember2021

Day 11: No. It is my fault. I shouldn't have trust you

Day 12: Help will be there soon. I promise

Language:English

Series: ← Previous Work Part 9 of the Angstember 2021 series

Collections: Angstember 2021

Summary: Merlin didn’t hear the people rushing around them, or saw them making sure they tied the knight up that no more injuries could happen. He didn’t feel the warmth of Arthur as he held him close. He didn’t hear the love you’s as the king urge his mare to ride as fast as she could.

#merlin(bbc)#merthur #merlin #Arthur #hurt #Angst #hurt.comfort #worried arthur #arthur knows about merlin's magic #trust issues #angstember2021 #day11 #day12

7 notes · View notes

sobeautifullyobsessed · 4 years ago

Text

Let’s indulge in another dose of Stephen Strange angst, shall we? Because there is just so much there that eventually it has to show itself. Of course, one of the next best things to angst is the comfort that comes after, if there’s someone on hand who cares...

(excerpt from chapter seven of Of Magic, Miracles, and Moonlight)

It was that same old dream again, but with a wicked twist. He dreamed it far less frequently these days, and if he took the time to analyze just why, Stephen would realize it was because he had finally shed much of the guilt which he had carried for more than half a lifetime. Accepting that he bore full responsibility for his horrific accident, facing his demons in the aftermath, and recognizing that his medical career had never been of one of true service to others, had been a struggle that rivaled the constant physical challenges presented by his ruined hands. Only the enlightenment that had come to him with his studies in the mystic arts had enabled him to accept the truth about himself, humbling him and inspiring him to be a better man than ever in his life.

His dream-self stood—as he always did--on the shore of one of the smaller Fremont Lakes, drinking a can of Coors, laughing with his friends, and flirting with the prettiest of his sister’s high school classmates. He was only weeks away from beginning freshman year, and Stephen had been thinking that a little fling with Chloe Butler might be the perfect way to end the summer before heading off to study medicine at Creighton University. His sister Donna had swum out toward the the center of the lake, headed for the swim platform to bask in the afternoon sun—swimming as effortlessly as she’d done at least a hundred times before, and he frankly wasn’t paying much attention. He should have been; if he had been, he might have reached her minutes sooner, reached her in time to keep her from going under that last time.

In reality, he’d only heard her call his name once, but in the dreams, her frightened voice always carried across the water to him, repeatedly calling for help, calling his name, begging him to save her. When he realized she was in trouble, he’d shucked off his scuffed leather boat shoes, the first of the young men on the narrow strip of beach to dive in, swimming frantically in her direction. He was never to know for certain what had put her in distress; without a full autopsy (their mother couldn’t bear the thought of one), the best explanation they’d been given was a seizure of sorts, or something as innocuous as an ill-timed cramp. And though his lungs burned with his effort to reach her, Stephen was still a dozen yards away when Donna sank below the surface with heartbreaking finality.

In his dream, he relived again his frantic search for her in the dark depths of the lake, finally finding her, bringing her to shore, and breaking down after he was unable to resuscitate her. But this time, instead of waking sweat-soaked and heart hammering the insistent beat of his failure and his guilt, the nightmare continued. Though she was long dead and buried, Donna was there, in the flower of eternal youth, riding passenger with him in his Lamborghini Huracan. You failed me, Stephen, she intoned, her eyes flashing with bitter accusation; you were my older brother and you were supposed to look out for me, but you failed miserably; and as the rain began to pound the windshield, she questioned him without remorse: how many others did you fail in your egotistical short sightedness?

Stephen faced her, helpless to change the past, knowing his own fate was already sealed; in moments would come the crash and his car would hurtle off the road, breaking his hands beyond repair, robbing him of the life he’d worked so single-mindedly to establish for himself. You failed me, Stephen, she repeated, as you always fail the ones in greatest need…and just before the collision, Donna’s face transformed, and she was Teyla, but not angry--only sad, her indictments delivered quietly, regretfully, with a tenderness that matched her spirit in the waking world. You failed him, Stephen Strange; a better man might have saved my father. Somehow her words stung even more, for the gentle way in which she delivered them. You were ever selfish, and blind to the needs of others, so perhaps there is some justice in your fate, after all. And then she was gone, as his car spun and spun, and the pain was excruciating, and he knew in that moment that he deserved the pain, he deserved to have his old life ripped away…and if he spent a hundred years expunging his guilt through selfless service, he could never erase the misery, the loss, the deaths, of those he’d failed. His dear, doomed sister. Walter Charles, and those patients, who, like him, were not challenge enough to merit his valuable time and attention. And now, his gentle Teyla…

“Stephen”. Softly, yet urgently, spoken. “Stephen, you must awaken.” A concerned, familiar voice, summoning him away from his pain and self-recrimination. Pulling him from the depths of his dream. A hand—her hand--upon his shoulder, soft but insistent, lightly shaking him back to consciousness.

“Teyla,” he murmured, still caught in the nightmare. He needed to tell her. Wanted to, but that would only bring her pain. “Teyla…”

“Yes, I am here,” she answered, “I am here, Stephen. Open your eyes. See me beside you and know that all is well.”

His eyes fluttered open, unable to focus at first, and his heart was pounding, just as it always did in the wake of that nightmare. Her hand on his cheek was soft and cool, her face hovering above his quietly merciful, the ends of her hair just brushing his skin. Teyla of Hadeeth. How was she here, sympathetic as she tried to soothe him, the embodiment of clemency when he deserved only her scorn? “Teyla?” he whispered, wondering if she was just the remains of his dream, and would vanish like mist if he dared to trust she was real.

“Yes, Stephen,” she answered patiently, “Leave those painful memories behind. You must not torment yourself so.” Despite the grief he knew dwelled in her heart, her focus seemed to be solely on comforting him.

“I was dreaming,” he rasped, feeling he ought to explain, and hoping he didn’t appear as weak as he felt.

“I know,” she told him, the calm of her voice and in her touch beginning to banish the anguish that had enveloped him. “I dreamt as well, Stephen. I saw enough to know, and I felt your distress, and now I am here because you are more than worthy of mercy—but such mercy must begin with yourself.” She laid a hand over his heart, and an unexpected warmth spread through his chest.

Amazed at her perception, Stephen searched her eyes, reading her sincerity, unbelieving that redemption could be so easily gained. He shook his head to clear away the vestiges of his nightmare, sitting up against the headboard. He laid his hand atop hers, swearing he could feel the beautiful life force that inhabited her slender form. “Teyla,” he confessed, “If you knew the truth, you might not be so generous…”

Her eyes told him before she spoke, that she was well aware of the part he’d played in her father’s story. “I already know all that I need to know, Stephen.” His given name upon her lips, spoken without a hint of her usual formality, was a balm against his shame. “You have paid a heavy penance for your past mistakes; you need punish yourself no longer.”

Stephen breathed deeply and closed his eyes, feeling entirely unworthy of the absolution she was offering. “Do you understand, Teyla? Your own father…”

She cupped a hand against his cheek, silencing him with a wise, sweet smile. “I assure you, Stephen—I understand it all…and I promise you that you are not the man you were in those days.” He opened his eyes, finding only compassion in her own. “You have become your best self, through trial and pain. I swear that you are now the man you were destined to become…but you must forgive yourself--for that will finally free you from this burden of guilt that weighs upon you so.”

Though awestruck by her heart’s true generosity, Stephen suddenly felt tired enough to sleep for a week. “Yes,” she smiled, relieved on his behalf, “You must rest a while now, and come the day this darkness will fade to naught.” Come morning he would wonder too, if she’d worked some gentle magic by simple touch alone.

At her prompting, Stephen slid back down onto his pillow, allowing her to tuck the blanket around him. He caught her hand in his before she stood up to leave; she didn’t seem surprised. “You are most welcome, Stephen Strange,” she told him, then headed to his door.

“Just tell me this,” he said, a ghost of his usual cheekiness restored, so that she turned back to him from the doorway, “How are you so young, and yet so wise, Teyla of Hadeeth?”

She raised a brow—quite insouciantly—and he saw in her a bit of Moraine’s regal bearing, as she proudly replied, “I am both my mother’s daughter, and my father’s child as well. I dare to believe that the best of both of them have found their union in me.” Teyla gave a little shrug, and left the room—though the surprising smile she left upon Stephen’s face lasted long enough to see him into a more peaceful sleep of his own.

#my writing #angst #hurt.comfort #nightmare #Stephen Strange #Doctor Strange #Donna Strange #Of Magic Miracles and Moonlight #nightmares #Strangebatch #My Eternal Muse #Teyla of Hadeeth #OFC #Streyla

16 notes · View notes

savvy-devine666 · 3 years ago

Link

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Helluva Boss (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Blitzo/Stolas Goetia, Blitzo/Striker (Helluva Boss) Characters: Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Striker (Helluva Boss), Millie (Helluva Boss), Moxxie (Helluva Boss), Loona (Helluva Boss), Stella Goetia, Octavia Goetia, FizzaRolli (Helluva Boss), Asmodeus | Ozzie, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Romance, Drama, Family, Friendship, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Humor, Dark Humor, Language, Mild Emetophobia Warning, canon typical gore, Toxic Relationships, Denial of Feelings, Drug Use, Trigger Warnings, Bickering Summary:

After the disterous 'date' at Ozzies, thing spiral for Blitzo and, feeling alone and rejected, he sticks to his usual pattern of running from his problems, right into the grasp of a certain cowboy from the Wrath ring.

#helluva boss #helluva blitzo #helluva striker #helluva oc #helluva loona #helluva millie #helluva moxxie #hurt.comfort #fangst #bickering #sarcasm #dark humor #humor #language #manipulation #gaslighting #family #drama

3 notes · View notes

jercythesiscrying · 6 years ago

Text

hit it ‘til it breaks | Kageyama & Oikawa, Gen, G, 1.5k

NaNoWriMo Day 13: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Tobio visits Seijoh once again.

WARNING: Depiction of a minor injury. Also Oikawa is Salty.

Read on Ao3

A/N: Shout-out to Lori for the idea! Un-beta'd and it shows whoops /o\

Tobio shuffles on his feet, stepping aside to let a group of giggling girls pass. He tries not to glare at them as they walk by, clutching his sling close to his chest.

The last time he visited Seijoh was completely different. He’s way less stressed about being kicked off from the campus as a student from another school than he was before.

Though that may be because he’s more focused on trying to keep from his sprained wrist from getting more injured.

Everyone else says it’s a total accident. Tobio knows the truth.

It happened because he got into a slump at the beginning of summer. Instead of pinpoint tosses, his sets were off by precious fractions; instead of rapid calculations, it took him a few more moments to strategize. There was no apparent cause for it, and his teammates try to reassure him that sometimes it just happens but everyone gets over it.

Not him apparently.

He started arriving to practice way earlier than anyone else, setting up the net on his own with stubborn determination. He started leaving later than Hinata, who only leaves because he has to bike home. He began an obsessive pattern that in hindsight he could have easily avoided.

He’s lucky that someone was still around when it happened.

Hinata had just exited the gym, heading out to go home, so Tobio began practicing his jump serves instead. He was drenched all over, clothes soaked to his skin, hair trickling with perspiration. The ball slammed into his palm with a satisfactory smack, and it would have been a good note to end his extra practice with –

Then his feet slipped beneath him, sliding on the sweat that began to drip everywhere on the gym floors.

He tried to cushion his fall by sticking his hands out behind him, but when he landed he screamed, a sharp pain shooting up from his left arm.

Hinata—somehow, fortunately—hadn’t left yet, returning to the gym with a burst, and they rushed Tobio to the nurse’s office where he was told he sprained his wrist.

Hours later, he arrived home with his arm in a sling, left hand protected in a soft cast. He was told he couldn’t play for at least three weeks.

News spread around fast. Coach Ukai gave him a stern lecture, and Takeda gave him a terrifying look that Tobio never wants to see again. Those he handled quite easily—it was the rest of the team that he couldn’t handle.

They coddle him when they weren’t busy with practice. Suga-san looked half-excited to have more play time with Tobio out injured, and also half-remorseful for being on the court because Tobio’s injured. He ends up particularly more doting than the others.

Tobio won’t mind it if it weren’t for the fact that he got himself into this mess. He hates being babied, and he only has himself to blame for working so hard he didn’t think to mop up when his sweat was flying everywhere. He knows how to take care of himself, knows how important it is in order to be in peek form so he can be the best setter for every game, and now he’s stuck nearly an entire month unable to play.

What worries him most, though, is the uncertainty now that he actually hurt himself. His teammates tried to reassure him again that these injuries are normal, that he’ll recover just fine and things will be back in no time, but he can’t ignore his fears: what if?

What if his wrist will never return to normal? What if the injury permanently affects the way he plays? Will he ever be able to truly toss again once this is all over?

When the anxiety starts keeping him up late at night, he decides he needed to talk to someone about it.

And there’s only one person who will really understand.

Tobio makes his way to where he recalls the volleyball gym is located. He stands by the open door, peeking into where practice has obviously wrapped up. The only person left—as he predicted—is Oikawa-san. Even Iwaizumi-san isn’t anywhere to be found.

He watches Oikawa practicing his serves, throwing the ball up gracefully and running up to slam it into the other side of the court. The sound it makes at the impact is deafening, and Tobio is left to watch in awe.

Oikawa pants, wiping sweat off his chin.

“You know, people don’t like be spied on, Tobio-chan.”

He blushes, but presents himself more fully at the entrance.

“Can I come in?”

Oikawa looks over to the door where he is, eyes narrowed at him before cocking his head in a come-in motion. Tobio walks in, face dropping into a frown as Oikawa eyes his sling.

“What’s the cast for?” he asks. “Injured yourself for life, Tobio-chan?”

Tobio’s frown deepens. “No,” he snarls. In a quieter voice, he mumbles, “I hope not, anyway.”

Despite trying to hide his literal deepest, darkest fear, he sees Oikawa immediately perking up at that.

“Oh?” he says. “So you have permanently injured yourself?”

Tobio scoffs, unable to meet Oikawa’s delighted eyes. “I said no.”

“You look like you may as well have said yes, Tobio-chan.” Oikawa smirks, humming to himself. “What a waste if you did. How can I defeat you if you quit the game?”

“I’m not quitting,” Tobio says defiantly.

“What’s the point of you visiting,” Oikawa says, walking over to the benches where Tobio notices a water bottle and towel lie, “if you’re not telling me that I’m always going to be better than you?”

Tobio rolls his eyes. “I’m never saying that, Oikawa-san.”

“Mm.”

Oikawa takes a long swig from his water bottle, gulping loudly. He breaks for air with a loud gasp. Tobio watches silently when he wipes his lips with the back of his wrist.

“Then why are you here?”

Tobio bites the inside of his lip. He looks down at his cast, his uninjured hand brushing it softly as he shifts from one foot to the other.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly, honestly. He had wanted to talk to Oikawa-san but he doesn’t know where to begin. He feels like an idiot for coming now.

“Then what do you want?” Oikawa snaps, sounding irritated, and Tobio feels even stupider. “Because if you’re looking for sympathy you’re not going to find it here. I’m sure Karasuno is much kinder than I am.”

He shakes his head. “No, no. The team is really nice,” he says softly. “Too nice, actually...”

Oikawa barks out a hollow laugh. “Hah! At least that I can relate to. Iwa-chan coddled me the entire time I injured my knee.”

Tobio looks up at that. “He did?” He’s surprised. “I thought Iwaizumi-san would’ve been mad at you.”

“Oh, he was,” Oikawa says with another fake laugh. “He wouldn’t stop reminding me that I was the idiot for working myself so hard I got hurt, but he mother hen’d me anyway.”

He considers this. “Did that ever happen again? Working so hard you hurt yourself?”

“Obviously not,” Oikawa snaps. “Iwa-chan stops me before I even try. He just had to leave early today for some family stuff, but I’m sure I’ll get an earful once he finds out I stayed late.” He rolls his eyes, and Tobio purses his lips.

“Look,” Oikawa says after a moment of silence, “I told you you’re not getting any sympathy from me. If you want advice, I don’t know what to tell you. I messed up my knee pretty badly that I have to wear a brace now—you know this. And if you got so worked up that you ruined your arm or wrist or whatever, then that’s not my problem.

“But listen to what Iwa-chan said to me: don’t do it again.”

When Tobio says nothing, Oikawa continues, “I know you’re stupid, Tobio-chan, but not that stupid. I don’t care if you look up to me, but obviously don’t do what I did.” He looks at Tobio with a hard stare. “If you’re serious about not quitting, then stop feeling sad for yourself and work on getting better.”

Tobio wants to point how that he isn’t feeling sad for himself, just so lost he doesn’t know what to do if he can’t play, but somehow Oikawa-san’s words resonate with him. He’s not going to quit volleyball, but he is going to stop worrying about his injury now.

If Oikawa-san can get through it, he can too. In fact, he’ll be even better at recovery than his senpai.

He jerks his head in a single nod, feeling the determination simmer beneath his skin.

“Got it.”

The other setter rolls his eyes. “Is that all now? Because I have to close this place up.”

Tobio nods again, turning to leave. Behind him, he can hear Oikawa beginning to pack everything away.

Just as he reaches the gym doors, he hears: “Tobio-chan!” He turns around to see Oikawa pointing at him. “That’s two times you asked for advice now. Don’t think I’ll forget this.”

He nods, stepping out of the gym with a quiet, “Thank you.”

#oikage #kageoi #kageyama tobio #oikawa tooru #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq!!#tobio kageyama #tooru oikawa #nanowrimo 2018 #week 3 #tropes #hurt.comfort #injury #canon compliant #gen #jercy's fic tag

18 notes · View notes

marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years ago

Text

Nightmares - Billy Hargrove

My Masterlist.

Word count: 2.5k Warnings: mention of canon violence and character death (in reader’s dreams). Not proofread. I really apologize for the pov switching, it’s annoying, I know.

x gender neutral reader, nightmare comfort, fluff

Summary: Reader suffers from nightmares of Billy dying. He’s a bit of an asshole about it, but once he realizes what they’re actually about, who they’re actually about, he comforts them.

I watched in horror as the Mind Flayer stabbed Billy through the chest with one of its disgusting tentacles. He didn't scream or cry out, there was just a look of shock written all across his face. I just stood there helplessly as that thing tore into him, lifting him into the air. Go, he mouthed, a choking sound escaping his throat as blood bubbled up in his mouth. The scream that left my throat was far from human.

I woke up breathing fast and heavy, sweat dripping down my forehead. My eyes darted around, before I recognized the hotel we were staying in, far from Hawkins, but only for the moment. I had an idea, and I knew someone who might be able to help us with the Mind Flayer. Billy had insisted on coming with me, though for what reason, I was clueless. We weren’t exactly close, but we were acquaintances. Considering his absolute opposition to being included in this whole thing-despite his brief experience with being one of the ‘Flayed’-he had been undeterrable from coming with me. I glanced over to his restlessly sleeping form on the queen bed less than six feet from mine. With a sigh, I pushed myself the rest of the way up, swinging my legs over the edge of my own bed and stumbling over to the bathroom, cursing under my breath when I banged my shin on the TV dresser.

I splashed cold water on my face, still sweating like crazy. The dream felt all too real and the idea of Billy, or any of the others, dying was utterly terrifying to me. Although I didn’t know why the thought of losing Billy scared me, more than even the thought of losing one of my childhood friends.

"What're you doing up?" I heard Billy's voice, still rough with sleep. My head jerked up, and through the mirror I saw him leaning in the doorway.

"Just couldn't sleep." I said shortly, spinning on my heel to face him.

"Nightmares?" His tone was teasing, mocking me.

"It's nothing, just shut up." I muttered, pushing past him. He still wore that arrogant grin on his face.

"What? Not as badass as you want everyone to think?" I shook my head, ignoring him and flopping onto my bed. He dropped the subject, and it wasn't long after he hit his own pillow that his breathing evened out.

I was too afraid to go back to sleep.

"Did you sleep at all?" Billy asked me, slamming the passenger side door shut. I had insisted on driving because, well, it was my car. Despite how many jabs he made at me driving too slow, I loved my car and I wasn't risking it so we could get to our destination a couple hours earlier.

"Yep." I replied, popping the P. My patience was short. Billy seemed to sense this and, for once, he kept his mouth shut. We rode along in silence for several hours before stopping at a gas station around midday.

"I'll go in and pay." I told him, walking off before he could reply. I immediately went for the coffee, getting him a cup and myself two, I paid for the gas and the drinks, heading back out to the car. He was already in the passenger seat.

"You're so well behaved today." I commented, handing him the coffee. He took it with a slight nod. "What's up?"

He shrugged. "Would you rather-"

"Nope, nope. Quiet." I immediately cut him off before he could make a smart remark. He couldn't help the grin that broke out on his face, but he didn't press it.

Several hours-and coffee stops-later, it was nearing sunset. Even after countless caffeinated beverages, my eyelids began to droop, and my mind was foggy. At one point, I caught my hand falling off of the steering wheel.

"Either let me drive or we stop for the night. I'm not gonna let you get us in a crash." Billy insisted for the third time this hour. I shook my head slowly.

"No. We can make it by sunrise if we keep driving." I stumbled over my words.

"Then let me drive." He persisted. I gripped the steering wheel hard in an attempt to keep myself awake, letting the leather covered plastic dig into my knuckles. My resolve weakened when I caught myself slumping forward again. I swerved to the side of the road. "Fine." I muttered. I left the keys in the ignition, putting the car in park before I fumbled with the handle. My fingers were numb from holding onto the wheel so tightly for so long, and I staggered forward when I finally managed to open the door. If not for Billy, I would have face-planted onto the asphalt.

"Woah there." He caught me by the elbows, his voice suddenly not so teasing anymore. "You good?"

"I'm fine." I mumbled, blinking hard and struggling to stay awake. I pulled away from him and, leaning heavily against the car, stumbled to the passenger side. He watched me like a hawk until I finally sat down, not bothering to buckle my seatbelt. My eyes drooped, and I forced them open when I heard him start the car.

At first, my intention was to at least allow myself a break from driving. Despite sleeping in the same room as Billy in motels, I didn't quite trust him enough to sleep in a car being driven by him, considering his more than frightening driving. Eventually though, I caught myself fading in and out of sleep. I gave in, curling against the door and leaning my head on my forearm. The last thing on my mind was nightmares, at this point, considering I had been without sleep for almost a day and a half now. With a tired sigh, I finally succumbed to sleep.

Billy watched out of the corner of his eye as they finally gave in to the sleep that they obviously needed. He couldn't stop the fond smile that forced the corner of his lips to quirk upwards. Their sleep though, was restless and they shifted constantly, brows furrowed even in their sleep. Curling into themself with a troubled, shaky breath, they shifted again in their sleep. He glanced at them once more, frowning at the way their lips were pulled into a frown, how their brows were furrowed, and how their eyes darted around mercilessly under their eyelids.

The first whimper that escaped their throat made his eyes dart over to them in worry. The second whimper, more of a whine, made his heart clench in his chest. He teased them relentlessly, sure, but that didn't mean he wasn't worried. It wasn't normal, he was sure, for someone to suffer from nightmares so often and so badly. He knew they had problems with nightmares once in a while; from when they had fallen asleep somewhere doing research or looking through books, and he had found them shifting restlessly before suddenly waking up, their eyes wide in alarm. He had made jabs at them about it, but it wasn't until this trip that he had realized, from sharing a motel room with them every night, how often the nightmares plagued them. Every night, he heard them whimpering and mumbling in their sleep, though he could never make out coherent words. He was sure, at some point, that he had heard his name, but convinced himself he was imagining it.

He heard them mumbling something in their sleep again, before gasping and then whining out something that sounded like No, please and then, Not him

Not who?

Billy shook his head, clearing away the jealousy that had snuck into his chest. They were perfect, everything anyone could ever need, ever want, and more. Of course they already had someone in their life.

And what was he? Nothing. Nobody. His father's words rang in his head. He grimaced, before he was pulled from his thoughts by another small whimper escaping their lips, followed by what sounded like a sob.

He couldn't do this anymore. He pulled over to the side of the road.

"No, please! Don't do this!" I screamed uselessly at the huge monster in front of us. The Mind Flayer let loose another roar, a tentacle darting out to drive itself straight into Billy's abdomen. "Not him!! Anybody- anybody…" My voice trailed off into a sob, even though this was a scene that had replayed in my mind over and over again since the whole thing had come up, and then I had met Billy.

I watched, again, as the monster drove another tentacle into his chest; my feet rooted to the ground and the rest of my body frozen. As I had time and time again, I just stood there helplessly, uselessly, while Billy died in front of me-was brutally killed in front of me-time and time again.

Except this time, moments after I had cried out, a tentacle grabbed my shoulder. I gasped out in shock, fighting to free myself when it only gripped harder and began to shake me. My eyes flew open in alarm, and my entire body felt clammy. My blood ran cold as I realized the thing, whatever it was, still gripped my shoulder in the darkness. I could hear something, someone saying something, but it was faint beneath the pounding of my heart in my ears. The utter darkness did nothing to calm me and I believed I had woken up into another nightmare.

"Calm down." Billy demanded. "I can't keep listening to that shit."

My blood ran cold in my veins. "Fuck. Sorry, sorry. This doesn't happen often I'm just-"

Eyes now adjusting to the darkness, I saw him narrow his eyes. "Like hell this doesn't happen often." His voice was low with anger that masked..concern? "What's going on with you?"

"Nothing." I said stubbornly.

"Tell me." His hands still gripped my shoulders and, though I wouldn't admit it, his touch grounded me enough to keep my mind from wandering to that awful dream.

He finally released me, leaning back in his seat with a huff and running his hand through his hair. I leaned away from him. "Look," I had never heard Billy hesitate before. He sighed. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"..Help me?" My voice came out more quiet than I intended it to. I cleared my throat. "Help me? Since when does Billy Hargrove help anybody?" My question was genuine, but I attempted to lighten the intensity between us with a teasing tone.

"Since now. Now tell me."

I finally gave in. "It's just nightmares."

"What can I do?"

"There's nothing you can do, Billy. But I appreciate the offer, I guess..?" I trailed off questioningly, still thinking he might just be fucking with me. His face was dead serious. I shook my head slightly at the image that flashed in my mind, sucking in a sharp breath.

"What are they about?" He asked me, eyes flickering up to mine as he leaned across the seat, slowly but surely closing the distance between us inch by inch.

"I don't- I don't remember most of the time."

"Fuck you don't, I can see it on your face. Tell me, I'm a big boy, I can take it." I snorted at that, but my face quickly fell solemn.

"You." I admitted quietly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. I leaned away, not meeting his eyes. He was silent, but I could sense him urging me to continue. "The Mind Flayer, he- he kills you." My voice was barely above a whisper as I squeezed my eyes shut.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him open his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut him off. "Look, it's weird as hell, I know. I'm sorry I can't help it. I don't even know why they're about you, we barely-" Billy suddenly leaned over the seat completely, cornering me against the door and the seat and I pressed myself back, cowering away from his presence. His eyes were intense.

"Sweetheart," He breathed out, lifting my chin with his index finger and forcing me to meet his gaze. "You have nothing to be sorry about. Nothing to worry about."

I couldn't help the tears that welled up in my eyes for a reason unbeknownst to me.

"It's not just that, Billy." I insisted. "I know you didn't want to get involved in any of this, but I had to drag you into the middle of iy and now you're in immediate danger because of me."

"No, no no. I chose to come of my own free will, you got that?" I shook my head, pulling away from him as much as I could before he enveloped me in as much of a hug as he could manage by leaning over the armrest. It was then I couldn't help myself from burying my face into his collarbone, his chin resting in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I gripped his shirt as a silent sob wracked my body, and he held me tighter against him.

"It's going to be okay." He soothed them. Billy Hargrove had never been a person to comfort someone else; in other words, he didn't have any experience in that field. He had never been in the giving or receiving position of comfort. So he just did what felt natural to do for them, and what his instincts told him they needed. What he thought he would have wanted someone to do for him when he had suffered from nightmares; what he still wanted someone to do for him, as he still experienced nightmares, even today-although they had lessened in severity.

He never thought he would ever be in the position to comfort someone else, but here he was. Feeling a surge of protectiveness towards them, he held them just a little tighter and just a bit closer.

"I'm sorry, they're just so annoying, so scary." Their words tumbled out as he rubbed their back.

"Hey, everyone has problems with shit like this

sometimes. Hell, even I do." He muttered the last part into their shoulder, finding himself holding their shirt tightly as he fought tears back at the flashbacks, squeezing his eyes shut.

I pulled away, holding him at an arm's length and widening my eyes, feigning shock. "Billy Hargrove has nightmares??"

"Yeah, yeah. Shut it." He rolled his eyes, pulling me back against his chest with a huff. I hadn't noticed what he was doing, but the seat suddenly reclined back and I gasped in shock. Billy pulled me back with him, rolling into the backseat and holding me tightly in his arms. I heard his quiet chuckling, and I couldn't help but to laugh softly too, as he tucked me against him in the backseat, draping his arm over my waist. "Get some rest, sweetheart."

329 notes · View notes

hirokari · 3 years ago

Text

— MISCALLEANOUS M.LIST!

GRAND M.LIST

i'd live for you. ; imagine, fluff, c.xs (lik click) rain ; imagine, fluff + established relationship, c xs (link click) maybe, possibly, perhaaaps... ; imagine, fluff + coffee shop!au, strangers to more, feat. co-worker!lu guang + roommate!qiao ling aestival ; fic (18.6k words), fluff, angst + high school!au, slowburn

"terrifying?" "terrifying." ; imagine, fluff + bff2l, l. gn (link click) this is stupid. ; imagine, fluff, e2l, l. gn (link click) cherry flavored slushie ; imagine, fluff, f2l, l.gn (link click)

dwelling ; imagine, fluff, implied relationship, m.zn (jujutsu kaisen)

i’ll wait for you. always. ; imagine, fluff, reversed comfort, i.tg (jujutsu kaisen)

shirt ; imagine, fluff, established relationship, y.okt (jujutsu kaisen)

i like the new look! ; imagine, fluff, platonic, m.am (haikyuu)

is that not enough for you? ; imagine, angst, highschool!au + reversed hurt.comfort, m.at (fnaf)

ham sandwiches ; imagine, fluff, bff2more, s.hrt (stranger things)

#♪ m.list!#♪ misc. m.list!#♪ official post!

15 notes · View notes

luvyumemi · 3 years ago

Text

۫ ִ ׂ💭 ◟♡ ˒ ⊹ ݁ ִ ۫ WIPS

╰─ ᝰ🍮𔘓 navi

🍥 ,, hc's

Model au . Albedo, scaramouche & childe

Kakegurui au . Doetter, scaramouche & childe

Being friends kazuha and tomo . Platonic

🍥 ,, one shots

Klutz!reader . Scaramouche, childe, doetter & signora

Late night snacks . Scaramouche / retail!au / some hc's

Calling xiao's name for different reasons . Xiao / loads of au's

🍥 ,, series

Crime of crossing paths . Xiao / loads of angst no comfort

Glass cage . Scaramouche / hurt.comfort . mostly fluff

#wips list #genshin writing #writing wip #🍰𖥻 [ notice board ]

5 notes · View notes

lillian-nator · 4 years ago

Text

There is like 3 or 4 asks that I should be doing, but I had a really good idea, so I’m doing the bridge scene.

Could the anon that originally asked for that scene send me an ask, so that I have somewhere to put the scene? If not, I will find the post and reblog it.

I might put this one on ao3 depending on how good I write it lmao.

After that, I will probably be doing some asks, but I need to figure out their last names for one of them.

I think I might just name SBI like “Johnson” or “Smith” to have the fucking name “Technoblade Johnson” you know

Anyways, thats the plan for today. With maybe a hurt.comfort soft scene with the bois (Tubbo, Purp, and Tommy) later.

19 notes · View notes

maaarshieee · 3 years ago

Note

Hi, could I request hc's of Shinbou with a shy!reader that often avoids people? Reader kinda acts like Giyuu and, this leads to Shinbou teasing them until one day Shinbou ends making the reader cry.

➢ Sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ Kᴏᴄʜᴏ x Gɴ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ 4,104 Wᴏʀᴅs

➢ Hᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

She's such a tease, but she didn't mean to go too far. Honestly, she needs advice on how to flirt with the person she likes.

➵ Tᴇᴀsᴇ

cw: mentions of death, injuries, blood, misunderstanding, self-hatred-ish on reader's part ⚠ this was actually a LOT more than i anticipated on this oneshot so this scenario is more plausible in my opinion LOL ⚠

Shy; is one word to describe you. You're not too different than Giyuu, who's the most closed-off person among all of the Hashiras, and you understood why. Interacting with people is hard.

Not everyone is gifted or developed the ability to talk with others so confidently, not thinking of many possibilities of whether people would like them if they did this and that, and just go with the flow. You were one of the unfortunate people who has a difficult time mingling with people. You're often seen with Giyuu due to both of your introverted natures, which led you to become Shinobu's other target for teasing.

You don't understand why Shinobu teases you, but you don't voice out your discomfort since you're already aware that Shinobu does the same with Giyuu.

Does she like to target people like you? You didn't know.

The fact that you're not so great with socializing led you to believe Shinobu does this because she hates you, and in your eyes, it made sense. It doesn't help that you never stood up for yourself from her. You allowed her to poke you here and there, whisper things behind your back to the point it was getting to your head. What did you do wrong to make her hate you so much?

Sure, you never made a good impression on any of the Hashiras besides being strong and very tactical in battle, but is that a good enough reason to hate on you so much? Now you could relate so much to Giyuu's feelings.

Shinobu took your dismissive attitude towards her lightly, for Giyuu does the same and never took into consideration that her words could deeply hurt you. Her teasing, in her opinion, was to bring out any sort of reaction from people like you— who tend to avoid speaking to others and just... stand there.

People like you remind her of decorative furniture. Muichiro made that comment on you and she could never unsee it.

Because of this, you began to patch up your injuries on your own instead of visiting the Butterfly Estate unless you absolutely have to. Shinobu pokes you more if you're in her territory and the thought haunts you at the back of your head whilst you're on missions, repeatedly reminding yourself to don't get too injured for the sake of your shattering confidence. Small injuries are nothing, so you could easily clean them and put on a simple bandage. Serious injuries though? You had to learn how to stitch deeper wounds, disinfect, and such. All on your own.

Yeah, that's how much you wanted to avoid her.

Which brought you to this unfortunate situation. It appears that simply reading a medical book and following instructions wasn't enough to take care of yourself in the long run, and now you're stuck inside the Butterfly Estate, confined to one of the beds. You could barely move your body, your belly swollen and red from the deep cut you received from a demon. Not to mention the horrible job you did on the stitches, as well as the technique you used on wrapping bandages on your torso.

You were in extreme pain and dared not to move at all during your whole stay. It was clear that you have a pretty bad infection from the high fever you have. It took all of Shinobu's willpower now to smack you on your head for your stupidity and save you a beating for later.

She already noticed how less you've been visiting her estate a few weeks ago. Shinobu was fairly confident with your capabilities, you're a Hashira after all. You aren't just some reckless slayer that got injured on every mission, you're recognized for your strength, your flexibility in battle, your quick thinking and so much more, which earned you the respectful title of a Hashira. What bothered her though, was the gossip of her patients.

Shinobu is not one to gossip since it's not her business, she has many more important things to be doing, but a certain topic caught her attention. You.

At first, it was the usual awe every low-ranking slayer experiences after witnessing a Hashira in battle. She was about to forget about it when they mentioned something worrisome.

"Have you seen L/n-san anywhere in the estate?" Asked one of the injured slayers. "I wanted to thank them for saving us!"

"No, I haven't. Why do you ask?" Replied Aoi, who just finished a check-up on an unconscious slayer.

Shinobu could hear the frown in his voice. "Well, you see, L/n-san took a really serious blow from one of the demons to protect us. They went ahead of us, so we thought we'd see them here." He explained, "I didn't think they'd heal up that fast."

Aoi was silent for a moment, processing the boy's words. Truth to be told, Shinobu was too, frozen on her spot. "...L/n-san never came here..."

That was enough to make her spring into action, running out of the Butterfly Estate as fast as she could, her haori flowing against the wind. The smile that she polished to be perfect became strained, as a heavy feeling began to settle in her chest. She could feel her worry rise.

It has been days since those slayers arrived at the estate.

And this felt horribly familiar.

Shinobu was a doctor. She devoted herself to the field of medicine and made sure that each Hashira was in a good enough condition before sending them back to battle. If you should die without even her knowledge, from a wound she couldn't tend to, she'd fail you as a doctor. Her heart clenched even more because it was you.

Seeing you sprawled on the floors of your Estate, passed out, made her frantic. Your breathing was alarmingly shallow, pulse barely thumping against her finger. Forehead covered in sweat, kimono caked with blood around your stomach, and your body was cold. It felt all too familiar. Looked too familiar. Your body felt light in her arms as she carried you back to the Butterfly Estate, it was as if she was carrying a corpse.

The events left a bitter taste in her mouth. She lost all of her composure after your condition became stable. Had she been late for a day or two, you would've died. Her fingertips trembled against your now warm skin, pulse beating more clearly. Her heart was erratic, pounding against her ribs as a frown formed on her lips.

Shinobu was relieved that you're alive. She really was, she could just grab your face and kiss you until she's reassured herself that you're alive. That you're breathing, against her skin, that your heart was beating hard enough that she could hear it.

But she was so, so angry. Angry at you, angry at herself, and angry at the demon who did this to you.

Why didn't you seek out her when you needed her help? She's a doctor, for fuck's sake! It's her job to care for you when you need it the most. Was it your pride? Personal reasons? Whatever it was, she's your doctor. Her blood boiled at your foolishness. She wanted to slap your face until it knocked you back to your senses.

Why didn't she check on you more? She should've known something was not right when you visited less and less. When she saw you limp and waved her off when she pointed out. When she could hear your labored breathing during one of the Hashira meetings once. When she searched for more injuries on your body, she noticed more scars than usual. Some showed signs of not properly healing.

She held in a breath.

How long has this been going?

You woke after a few hours of being confined in the Butterfly Estate, much to Shinobu's relief. Breathing became lighter as the smile she always wore on her face softened when your eyes fluttered open, darting across the room to analyze and recognize where you are.

Shinobu felt like she was punched in the gut when your eyes landed on her and then winced, closing your eyes as if the two of you hadn't made eye contact. But she didn't falter, smiling wider as she poked her finger on your cheek. It took every fiber of your being not to groan in annoyance.

"Good morning, L/n-chan~" She greeted in a sing-song tone, slapping your cheek lightly to 'wake' you up. "I know you're awake!" This time, you groaned, but in pain. Your whole body was so sore, and if you even moved an inch, the pain would spike in your stomach. Slowly blinking your eyes open, you frowned at the Shinobu.

Besides pain, you could feel fear the moment your gaze fell on her once more. She was obviously seething under that sickly sweet smile. You swallowed thickly.

You really did now, Y/n.

"My my, this is one of the most horrible cases of infection I've ever had in a while!" Her voice was nothing but gentle as if it was a gentle caress on the cheek. It gave warmth and reassurance that you're going to be okay in her hands, despite the words that rolled off her tongue.

But that gentle caress could turn into a merciless strangle if her buttons were pushed too much, and as far as you could tell, was already at her limit. She placed the back of her hand on your forehead, checking your temperature, then pulled down the blanket delicately wrapped around your form. "I'll show you your injury, okay~?" Unable to make a sound, you could only give her a curt nod.

Pulling up your shirt and taking a couple of bandages in her hand, you felt a bile rise in your throat at the condition of your wound. Jaw slacked, you're left speechless as Shinobu replaced the bandages around your stomach. Honestly, you regret not coming to Shinobu after this fatal injury. You knew yet your silly little feelings were too important than your literal well-being. You let out a small yelp when Shinobu 'accidentally' tugged on the bandages too hard, flashing you her signature smile.

"Why didn't you come here?" She demanded just as you feared. You gulped once more, looking away from her, and just stayed silent, hoping she'd drop the subject. But you knew she wouldn't. "From what I could tell, this cut has been here for a couple of days now, the sutures were badly done too!" You could hear the exasperation in her voice, and yet you kept your mouth shut.

With a sigh, she decided to drop it. Instead, she smiled at you. "You're worse than Tomioka-san, you know that, right?" Your throat tightened. There it is. A straight jab at your chest. The pain on your abdomen was almost forgotten when the invisible weight of dread was put back on your shoulders.

You hated this feeling, and it was so much worse when Shinobu spoke. Can't she go on a day with being so cruel?

"Seriously, where did you learn how to bandage? Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo are younger than you but they're more qualified in healing than you are!" Giggled Shinobu, putting away the bandages as she continued. Her back was facing you, so she wasn't able to see your shaking form.

Your hands were clenched into fists, gritting your teeth as you felt anger bubble in your chest.

A thought that crossed your mind made your anger dissipate and was quickly replaced with sadness. She's good at a lot of things. You're not, she's just being honest about your patheticness. That's right, she's just being honest. How can you even have the right to say anything to her when she's just being brutally honest about what she sees in you? You could barely even hold a conversation with Oyakata-sama without stumbling on your words.

But part of you still felt it was so unfair of her.

She opened her mouth, about to poke fun at you more, until she heard a sob. Her hands stilled as her eyes widened. Then she reassured herself that it was just because of the pain. Again, she was about to tease you more when you whimpered out; "Why do you hate me so much?"

It was the first sentence you've ever said to her that wasn't concerning about your health. Unlike Giyuu, who tells her to leave him alone, you never spoke to her.

If it was a different situation, she would've been elated. The ever so quiet and dismissive Y/n L/n? Talking to her? Giving her a reaction? It would've been an achievement in her books if you weren't crying. If your first words to her weren't you assuming she hated you.

Short gasps escaped your lips as you struggled to hold back your tears. It was all too much. You vowed to yourself you wouldn't unravel yourself to Shinobu, to give her the satisfaction that she got the most pathetic reaction from you. It would've been better if it was anger, shouting at her to shut up. So much better. Maybe you would've relished the sight of her shocked face once you give her a taste of your boiling frustration against her.

But you couldn't get mad at her, because you're not blind.

She's a respectable woman, becoming a Hashira against all odds. You've heard about what she had gone through from Gyomei himself, regarding her with the utmost respect for her determination. Even so, you can feel her, others can too. Tanjiro can smell her anger, Sanemi could tell something was bothering her most of the time, and you guess you could understand.

From what you heard, she lost her dearest sister, her world.

You could see her stare at herself in the mirror with eyes of distaste. You could see books concerning muscle building, body growth, and strength. You could see her working so relentlessly in the Butterfly Estate.

You're shy, not blind.

So, could you hold it against her? Maybe you could, but she's so much better than you. She pulled through the hardships life threw at her, while you struggled at the simplest things. Eye contact, speaking and socializing. She probably hates you for being weak, that's why she always made fun of you.

With how quiet the room was, you could hear the faint shift of her clothes as she turned to look at you. Head down, you continued to let the tears slip from your eyes, gripping at the blanket until your knuckles turned white. You couldn't see her face, and you suddenly felt ashamed. Bottom lip quivering, you squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the numbing pain on your abdomen.

"I-I-" You sputtered. "I didn't mean to say that-"

"What do you mean?" The lack of bite in her voice startled you. Opening your eyes, your head snapped towards her. Her fingers were laced together, face devoid of any emotion but you could see the faintest of smiles on her lips. No matter what she was thinking inside her head, she always held a smile. A pang of guilt hit your chest.

"Sorry- I didn't mean i-it..." At this point, your tears had stopped due to the shock of her reaction. This was certainly not how you imagined this would turn out, but you could only muster a frown, sniffling. "I..." You honestly didn't know what to say.

It was hard to read Shinobu from there.

"Why do you think I hate you?" She asked in a small voice. You gave her an incredulous look, you can tell she isn't joking either. Hesitating, you rubbed the back of your neck. "Well, don't you?"

She shook her head. You thought you were over from all the shock, but it just doubled. "Why would I?"

Irritation spiked in your heart, brow twitching ever so slightly. Is she feigning innocence? Because that's just too far. "What- what?? You said all of those mean things to me!" You snapped, gritting your teeth once more. "You poked fun at me all the time!"

Realization clicked inside Shinobu, tightening the grip in her hands. Oh. Oh. She grimaced. "But I did that so you'd know I liked you." Shinobu blurted out before she could stop herself.

Everything froze for a moment.

Shinobu's face went from blank and deep in thought, to horrified as her eyes fixed on yours. You choked on your spit.

"What."

"I-I-" Shinobu, surprisingly, lost her composure, a faint red hue painting her cheeks. Honestly, you could feel your face burning up. She liked you. Shinobu Kocho. You felt like passing out this instant. She cleared her throat, forcing a strained smile upon her lips as she averted her eyes away from you.

"Why didn't you tell me?" If it was a different situation, you would've snapped at her for changing the subject. You're relieved she did. "If... if I hurt you so much, why didn't you tell me?" Her eyes gazed back to years, pleading for an answer. Pleasing for you to be honest. You took a deep breath, struggling to maintain eye contact even in a serious situation like this.

"I didn't want to say something that'd hurt you..." You relented, turning your head up to stare at the ceiling. "You've been through a lot and I thought... You just hated me for being weak, like Iguro-san did. Plus... I didn't know how..." Biting your bottom lip, breathing became easy as you said your last bit of words. It honestly felt good to finally speak up.

You wouldn't know until then, but your words shattered her heart. Even if you were hurt by her teasing, you were still so considerate of her feelings. Considerate you might say something that might hurt her. But you didn't pity her, you thought she was strong.

No, she wasn't. If she was strong, she wouldn't have hurt you by teasing and could've admitted it in your face that she wanted to be with you.

"I'm sorry."

"Huh?" You blinked, turning your head to her again.

"I'm sorry." She repeated, louder this time. Her small, but rough, calloused hands took one of yours into hers, fingers caressing your own blemishes, trailing her fingertips on the lines of your palm as her intense gaze never left you. You could feel it. The guilt. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, L/n-san... I should've been more considerate with how you feel... I should've taken the hints... Is-is this why you didn't come here? To my estate?"

You hesitated but gave her a nod in the end.

Her gut twisted, hand trembling lightly against yours. You could've died because of her. "I'm sorry." She said once more, then again and again. Shinobu closed her eyes as her tears began to run down her cheeks. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way, Y/n... I-I thought- I just- I'm so sorry."

You didn't know what to say, but your heart clenched at the sight before you. The usual composed, calm, and smiling Shinobu just broke down in front of you, begging for your forgiveness. Both of you misunderstood one another, but it led to both of you getting hurt. You squeezed your hand against her's and she choked out a sob.

Relief; is what you felt. You're relieved that Shinobu didn't hate you and that she liked you. You're relieved that she regretted everything she said, that she felt immense guilt for what she had done. She blamed herself, but you didn't. You blamed yourself, for the most part, if you just had spoken up to her, this would've never happened.

She wouldn't have to worry over your near death.

But you were glad she let herself be vulnerable to you. You were glad to see the woman you dreaded to see again in a new light. She wanted to get a reaction from you didn't she? She pushed you to talk to others. It was her way of trying to help you without revealing too much of her feelings.

Yet her words stung your heart. This has been going on for months so you can't just ignore everything she said. She had been too cruel, unfair, and inconsiderate. You didn't know where you got the sudden confidence, maybe you just needed to cry it all out and tell Shinobu how you felt. You wanted to take back the control of yourself, not your emotions.

You wanted to forgive her, but couldn't, because it hurt. So, the right thing to say is—

"No." You said flatly. "I don't accept your apology."

Shinobu could feel her world plummet to the ground and crush her into oblivion. Of course, she should've seen it coming. She hurt you. Gosh, she's such a fool. You wriggled your hand out of her's and suddenly she felt cold and empty like your touch was the only thing that was grounding her to reality.

She could only nod at you, her face fell as she made a move to walk away. To leave you. You grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "But you could earn it," You stated, pulling her back to you, "For my forgiveness." That made her smile return to her face. Soft and relieved, genuine. She took a chair and sat near your bed, your hand into hers. She refused to let go.

"I will do my best." She vowed, planting a small kiss on your knuckles. Her cheeks burned. "Starting from here. I'll nurse you back to health, I'll make the Butterfly Estate as comfortable as it can get. For you to feel at home, for you to trust me to let me help you again."

Her voice was small and shaky. Vulnerable. To you, for you. Your heart swelled as you squeezed her hand.

You wanted to forgive Shinobu. You didn't want to reject her. Not when she regretted everything, not when she was so eager to earn your forgiveness... Not when she gave you her most genuine smile. You planned on forgiving her, you were about to immediately do so, but you held yourself back.

Her words stung. They were heavy and you aren't sure if you'd recover quickly from them, even if she said she did it because she chose that method to show she liked you. Your confidence was almost shattered beyond recovery. It was unfair to you, and she understood that. You didn't want to get into a relationship with her when you still felt like avoiding her. When you still felt too weak for her.

Both of you can wait for a time when you've forgiven her.

You wanted to apologize too, but you stopped yourself. It probably would make her feel worse.

"You're worse than Tomioka-san," You said instead, out of the blue. Shinobu's eyes shot up to yours, shocked. That was a first. She could hear the teasing tone in your voice, which left her baffled. "I think he got the gist of what flirting is, but you on the other hand," You whistled while you gave her an unimpressed look, "That was horrible."

The corners of Shinobu's lips curled up. You never gave her a reaction to satisfy her, but now you're showing her your real colors. You weren't sure yourself as to why you did, but it felt natural. After crying, admitting, and talking to Shinobu, your chest felt lighter. You felt like you can breathe easier. Confident. It wasn't much, but you felt so happy for yourself.

"Ah, so this is how you are when you're not so shy, hm?" Her smile widened when she saw you smile back, rubbing at the back of your neck with reddening cheeks.

This felt natural. It's probably why it felt a bit easier to be yourself. You're shy, but when it comes to close people, you're more open. Shinobu has spoken to you a lot, she took care of your injuries and would often ask how you're faring every time you meet.

It didn't strike you how much she cared until now. Damn her and her teasing.

"I'll stop with the hurtful words, Y/n... If that's what you want."

You let out a small laugh, wincing when your abdomen began to hurt. Flashing her another smile, you intertwined your fingers with hers, features softening. "You? Not teasing? It'd feel unnatural. Just don't go too far, okay?"

She nodded, leaning against your touch when you cradled her face with your hand. "I promise," She muttered, closing her eyes, "I don't want to hurt you anymore."

You beamed at her.

✦ Thanks for requesting, anon! this actually got me writing it quickly bc i really like it~ also SHINOBU 💜💜~!! So i JUST realized you asked for HCS not a Oneshot IM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT SO I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT~ also sorry I kinda?? went too far on this?? HUDSKADS I HOPE ITS OKAY ANON ,, this the longest one I've ever written for a oneshot >~< have a good day/night everyone~!

#:;marshie.writes #:;hurt.comfort #:;oneshots #:;requested #:;shinobu.kocho #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu x reader

456 notes · View notes