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Seeking comfort

Billy Hargrove x f!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You're uncomfortable after a few guys catcall you. Seeing Billy still at his car, likely waiting for Max, you go to him for comfort.

𝔞/𝔫: based on a dream my best friend (@yourcatsmilk) had! To you, sas; hope you enjoy this ;) <3

𝔱𝔴'𝔰: sexual harassment

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Leaving class you shoulder your backpack and start making your way through the crowded hallways. The last class was over, meaning the majority of the students would be going home now. Every once in a while Billy, your boyfriend, would give you a ride - but only if Max went home herself or visited someone. You've only ridden with him along with her once before and it was extremely awkward.

She didn't want to say anything so she stayed quiet the whole ride, which in turn agitated Billy.

You didn't want to interrupt whatever they had going on - after all you definitely didn't have the right to.

At the entrance stood a group of guys, the cooler crowd. They were all jocks, completely idiotic and blinded by their popularity among the other students. They saw themselves as something better which you found weird, after all the only thing they had was looks (though in your opinion they lacked that, too).

Pulling your skirt down as it had ridden up you quickened your pace - planning on slipping past the boys without disturbance.

But you've always been unlucky, haven't you?

One of them, Tommy, turned to you and with that turned all of the attention from the others to you, too. One of them whistled at you while the others made crude comments about your looks and the shirt that hugged your figure well.

You'd worn this outfit because you knew Billy loved it, otherwise you were pretty insecure about your looks.

"Damn, she's begging for it, isn't she?" Jason snickers and his friends all laugh. Tears well up in your eyes and you grip the straps of your backpack tightly, you hated that you were going to cry so quickly - usually you could hold your emotions really well but today was a bad day anyway.

Not only had you fucked up your math exam but your best friend ditched you for her boyfriend. The only thing you were excited for was seeing Billy after school and seeing him in your shared class. He seemed to be in a bad mood, laying his head on the table the whole class and not looking at you even once. Admittedly, it had hurt you a little and you'd wondered at first whether you had done something or so.

Walking past the boys one of them reached out, slapping your behind. You flinched and practically ran the last few steps out of the doors. When you were outside you quickly wiped your tears and shakily breathed in.

Looking around you see Billy, standing at his car while smoking. Since the beginning of your relationship you'd tried to get him to stop or at least lessen his habit of smoking, and so far it worked pretty well. Around you he usually completely ditched it, so it was clear he hadn't planned on taking you with him today.

You were kind of disappointed - today was that one day you really needed him and yet he's pissed off at whatever.

Someone behind you pushes you, since you were still standing in the middle of the way, and you stumble forward, barely saving yourself from falling onto the hard gravel below.

This is what catches Billy's attention; his eyes flicking up and meeting yours. You were about a hundred percent sure your eyes were still strikingly red from the earlier tears as well as sleep deprivation.

His face softens and he stumps out his cigarette, waving you over. His soft but small smile breaks your refusal to come over and you make your way towards him with quick steps, falling into his arms.

You didn't want to publicly cry but as soon as his scent surrounded you and the comforting warmth you broke down. His arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. "What's up, baby?" His voice is softer than it sounded all day, meaning he'd probably calmed by now.

Shaking your head you reply, "Just wanna go home." Your voice is barely a whisper and your sobs make it crack halfway through your sentence. He rubs a hand up and down your back, "Alright, we can do that. Max can skate home."

At that you shake your head; you wouldn't want that for the girl. It was still a long distance from the school to their house and while she probably preferred making her way home alone, you didn't want anything to happen to her.

"No," you stutter out, "No, we'll wait. I can wait, it's okay." He looks skeptical but nods, sighing a little. "God, what even happened to you, honey?" Ignoring him you decide to tell him later, otherwise he'd probably start a fight as soon as he found out about what happened.

"I'll tell you later." He nods hesitantly and then you feel him look up. You turn around too, when he stiffens and grunts.

Approaching you two is Max, skateboard under her arm. You smile at her, hoping you don't look too disheveled. She sends you a concerned glance, looking at Billy afterward. You shake your head, indicating it wasn't Billy's fault and she nods, slightly relieved.

She would never admit it, but since you came into Billy's life he's gotten a lot calmer. Apart from that she enjoyed your presence, since you didn't pry or interfere with stuff that didn't (and shouldn't) matter to you. So, she liked you a lot and if Billy ended up hurting you, she'd have an honest talk with him.

"You're late again-" Billy started and Max interrupted him, "-I'm skating home. I know." you giggled a little at her attitude and Billy didn't have it in him to retort anything to Max.

He opened the passenger door for you and waited for you to get in, closing the door behind you afterwards. Getting in himself, he started the car, loud punk music immediately invading your ears. Max just sighed annoyed and Billy turned to her for a second, "I'm letting you off at home. I'm staying at (y/n)'s today." Max nodded, acknowledging it without another word. It was usually calmer at home without him anyway.

He laid a hand on your thigh, moving his thumb in soothing motions.

After Max gets out, saying a quick goodbye to you, Billy tells you he'd get a few of his things quickly.

You nod and he leans in, giving you a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving to get his things.

Meanwhile you lean more into the comfortable leather seat and close your eyes, the fatigue taking over you.

When Billy comes back - Duffel bag slung over his shoulder - he sees you sleeping, head resting against the seat in a comfortable way. He smiles a little, if your day was half as bad as he expected, you deserve some rest.

He turns his music off, driving the way in silence. Since it was only spring it got dark early, meaning the sky wasn't as bright anymore and the sun started to set when you arrived at your home.

When he parks his car a bit down the street he turns to you - caressing your cheek with one hand to try and wake you up.

He watches as you whine in your sleep, grabbing his hand and pulling it close. He smiles, endeared, "C'mon, sweetheart. We gotta get going." His voice is soft and soothing, something no one but you would ever get to hear.

You grumble at the disturbance but wake up, looking at him with a glare, "I hate you." He's used to this by now, after sleeping you were usually quite grumpy.

Chuckling he gets out of the car, getting his bag, and opening the door for you, too. You get out and search your pockets for the keys opening the front door for you two. Your parents weren't home as they still worked, so you two were going to be alone for at least the next two hours.

Walking up the stairs you enter your room, falling down on your bed with a sigh. You hear him close the door and drop his bag on the floor before laying down next to you, hovering over you.

"So? You wanna tell me what happened at school today, darling?" you absolutely lived for the pet names he called you, also meaning there was no way of resisting him when he did. You grunt and take his hand to play with his fingers while trying to fight the tears that were already building back up.

"Just… thought you were angry with me." It's not the reason you'd cried but it did contribute to making this day absolutely horrible. He looks a little surprised, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Why?"

You turn your head to him and can't help but coo at the sight. His head was titled, making his hair hang to the side and he had his big puppy eyes that made you melt all the time. Reaching out, you push one of his curls out of his face.

It had taken a long time for him to get this comfortable with you. At first, he was more of an asshole than anything, constantly ditching you or making harsh comments about whatever you did.

That led to a serious talk in which you explained you wouldn't stay with him if he didn't at least try. He was a damaged soul, growing up with only negativity surrounding him and without his mom for support. It was to be expected that after opening up to you he told you he still felt like you could leave him at any point. Constantly reassuring him was a little tiring but for him you would do everything.

He needed some time to think after that, calling you up some days later and apologizing before taking you out on a date.

Since then, he's only gotten better, although there sometimes still were outbursts of anger. So, you could be proud of yourself for helping him become the person he now was.

"I dunno. You ignored me in class, so I just thought-," he grunts, "Oh, you've got it all wrong. I really didn't sleep last night and as soon as I sat down I fell asleep." That made sense, he often had nights in which he couldn't find rest - you've spent enough of those with him to know how exhausting it was.

"Oh," he smiles a little and leans down to press short pecks to your face, making you laugh. "You know I could never be mad at you." You nod with a smile before it gets more quiet again, so you continue with your explanation. Now, this was the part you didn't want to tell him. Don't misunderstand, you trusted and loved him so obviously he's the first person you'd go to with something like this. But he was also the first person who would beat the absolute shit out of Tommy and his friends.

"It's just… Jason and his friends made some… gross comments about me. 'cuz of the skirt, you know?" you mumbled the last part but he heard it anyway. You could see the anger in his eyes, so you were quick to lean on your elbow, one hand on his jaw. "Don't get mad. They're not worth it. If they want to act like a bunch of ten year-olds, let them."

He frowns, "No one's messing with my girl, you know that." When he called you that it always made you swoon. It was still hard to believe but you were his just as he was yours.

"Hm, I know."

He lent in and gave you a slow kiss, your arms winding around his neck. When he pulled away he looked deep in your eyes, making you feel more vulnerable than anything.

"Did they do more?" You hesitated. It would definitely cause a fight if he knew about them actually touching you, but he would find out either way and you didn't want to protect them even more when they deserved a beating. Yes, you contradict yourself with that but going over all they did you changed your mind.

"When I walked past they, uh," he noticed you getting uncomfortable so he brushed his hand through your hair. "Don't stress yourself out about this. You know you're safe with me." You nod and quickly finish, "Slapped my butt?" it sounded questionable as it was awkward to admit.

The second you finished his eyes went dark and he clenched his fist. "Baby, I won't let them get away with this. How could they do that to you? To anyone?" he's angry, so you do the only thing you can think of that would soothe him now.

"Deal with them later. Stay with me now." you tug him on your chest and feel him relax again, exactly what you wanted. He huffs, "Just don't keep me from teaching them a lesson, cuz I will." you laugh at his determination, nodding again. "Yep, and I'll watch." Grinning, he leans in to peck you. He stays the night and it's spent with cuddling and joking around - a perfect safety blanket to forget what had happened.

From then on, he walks with you whenever he can, protecting you from whatever he saw dangerous. It was kind of funny, but a lot more attractive.

All in all, you were happy and safe - what could you want more?

Yo I think something glitched when I was making the header...didn't crop properly. Anyway, enjoy this trash and I'm sorry if it's not up to my usual standard but I just got the random idea in the middle of the night!

Note: Reader is pregnant, so therefore fem and if it makes you uncomfortable I apologise but don't read

Everyone was convinced Tomioka Giyuu hated you right from the start.

You were first introduced to the Hashira when Oyakata-sama called them all for a meeting on the latest reports of demon activity, but requested them all to stay a little longer before being dismissed. Amane gestured for you to come forward with a gentle smile and you shuffled out of the shadows with your hands clasped together in nervousness but with a bright bream upon your face. The Hashira’s eyes caught yours in surprise, wondering if you were perhaps a new Kakushi since you weren’t wearing a slayer uniform, but instead a traditional (f/c) yukata.

Then their eyes strayed downwards and changed their minds about that, but nonetheless still remained in confusion.

“This is our newest member, (y/n) (y/l/n), the (b/f) Hashira. She was supposed to join our ranks quite some months ago but due to her sudden pregnancy she will for now be an honorary member.”

The only sign of your anxiety was the blush on your cheeks and the hand rubbing at your swollen abdomen. “Hi everyone! I’m so happy to meet you all! I won’t be on the battlefield for some time and I’m sorry I can’t fight alongside you for now, but I look forward to getting to know you all. If you need anything, I’m always at the (e/n) Estate.”

The ice was broken and you were immediately approached by many of the Hashira. Himejima-san cried and wished you and your child good health, making you feel a little embarrassed but thanked him anyway. The Mist Pillar Tokito simply stared at you, then at the sky, then at you again before asking what were you doing here again (later on, he startled you by appearing behind and questioning you in that airheaded manner of his if he could talk to the baby).

You were also tackled by the Love Pillar who introduced herself as Kanroji Mitsuri and your new best friend as well as the calmer Insect Pillar, Kocho Shinobu, who despite slightly unnerving you with her smile touched you greatly when she said you could always stop by the Butterfly Mansion for checkups or simply a visit.

“How far along are you?”

“About five months, I think!”

“KYAAAAAAAAAAH! Your baby is going to be so cute! What’s it’s name? Do you know if it’s a he or a she yet? I can’t wait to be an aunt!”

“Heh, I’m not too sure yet, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a boy!”

Mitsuri squealed again, causing you to laugh at her genuine happiness. She whipped her head behind her and called out to the silently glowering Snake Pillar. “Iguro-san, don’t you think the baby will be cute? I really wish I’ll have some of my own one day!”

You and Shinobu shared a smirk as the Wind Pillar grumpily slapped his friend’s back and dragged the furiously red Iguro away, muttering viciously about not wasting any more time in hunting a Twelve Kizuki.

“Oh look, there's Tomioka-san. Why hasn't he come and said hello yet?”

“Ah well, a lone friendless wolf as always.” Shinobu didn't see you originally visibly brighten at Mitsuri’s words and turn surprised at hers.

Indeed Tomioka was standing awkwardly as always a little - long, actually - way off. What was not as always was that horrified, slack jawed look on his face instead of his usual blank, emotionless one.

“Tomioka-san? Are you alright? You've been making that face for a long time already…” Shinobu's eye twitched, but you didn't notice, suddenly preoccupied with Muichiro’s intense questioning of whether he could play with the baby when it was born.

“She shouldn't be a Hashira.”

The remaining Hashira found themselves narrowing their eyes at the Water Pillar's blunt, if not rude, words.

That would be just one of the many events that further convinced them of his intense dislike of you.

***

You started going over a lot to the Butterfly Mansion over then next few months, becoming a fast favorite among the girls for your cheerful attitude and your baby; even Kanao cracked a smile at you when you came around. When the other Hashira arrived to be healed you always made it a point to go pay them a visit and in turn you pretty soon had every one of them in your back pocket, including the harsh, loudmouthed Wind Pillar Shinazugawa who constantly gave you a jolt with the complete 360 with his attitude around you, to the point you could call him a good friend.

Being friends with him usually meant hearing him grumble about the stupid waterboy.

“Why doesn’t he ever look at you anyway, turning away like that. So rude, that little (beep) (beep) (beep)-”

“Eheh, Shinazugawa-san, don’t swear so loudly, he’ll hear you!”

You had stopped by to Sanemi’s room when Shinobu had mentioned he was there to be patched up after a mission and knowing how busy she was, had offered to go help change his bandages with the basic medical knowledge you had picked up over the years of being a slayer. Reluctantly she had agreed and so here you were, chatting away with him until he spotted Tomioka passing by (he poked his head in actually, otherwise Sanemi would never have noticed him) and started complaining about him once more, especially when you had called out to him and Tomioka had simply whipped his head to the side to stare into the distance.

Really, Sanemi wasn’t the only one to notice how Tomioka avoided you like the plague with that stupid, vacant, red expression of his.

“He’s just shy, he doesn’t mean to be rude!” You defended the poor Pillar, continuing with rewinding the new wrappings.

“Tch, you should see how he acts at the meetings, like he’s better than us or something,” was the growling reply. “(beep) doesn’t know how to (beep) talk with anyone with his (beep) attitude.”

“I don’t think he thinks he’s better than all of you, maybe it’s just something else,” You hum, finishing up. “That’s all! I’m glad the demon didn’t go any further than a scratch.”

Shinazugawa grunted, then his gaze caught yours and softened. “By the way, who’s the dad?”

“Oh, it’s -”

“(y/n)-san!” Three heads peeked in from the door shyly. “Can you come and play with us?”

“Of course! Bye, Shinazugawa!”

Like always the reply was only a “tch”.

***

Another thing was that he never stopped repeating what he said at the first time everyone met you: “She shouldn’t be a Hashira”, going as far as to attempt to prevent you from wielding a sword, although this was only noticed by Tanjiro.

You had agreed to the Kamaboko Squad’s requests (aka demands by Inosuke and begging from Zenitsu) to train together, despite Tanjiro’s worries which you brushed off. The boys were very rambunctious and did tire you out quite a bit, but you were having so much fun and they were so eager you just went on sparring with them until even Inosuke muttered a plead for a quick break, unable to beat your incredible swordsmanship.

“(y/n)-chan!!! Who’s the lucky guy you married?! You never told us and I want to know how he managed to score someone so beautiful like you so I can do it with Nezuko-chan!” Zenitsu simpered, scooting closer, ignoring Tanjiro’s scandalized look.

“What’s married?” Inosuke’s voice was muffled underneath his boar mask and the mountain of onigiri you had brought he was stuffing into his mouth, so none of you heard him.

You giggle, placing a hand on your stomach. “He’s very sweet, although he’s honestly very shy and doesn’t talk much. I’m sure you’ve met him before! Can you guess?”

“Woah, really?” Tanjiro brightened, wondering who it could be, but his next question was interrupted by an interrogative monotone.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be training.” Tomioka stood in front of them, the first time anyone had seen him interact with you without just staring at the ground. His face was as empty as the void but there was a tiny crease between his eyebrows and Tanjiro didn’t have to inhale to smell the worry reeking off him.

“I didn’t know you were so concerned about (y/n)-chan, Tomioka-san.” Zenitsu’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing under his hair while he glowered judgmentally.

Tomioka made no reply, only swiftly grabbing and removing the sword from your hand. “She shouldn’t be a Hashira, much less train. You nearly died fighting a demon not too long ago, you’re in no shape to be doing this.”

With that he abruptly walked off and left Zenitsu and Inosuke to scream at him for being such an un-gentleman and for not fighting with them while you looked away sadly.

Tanjiro wondered why he didn’t once smell dislike on Tomioka. Only fear.

***

“What’s he got against (l/n)?” Obanai joined in on the conversation from his perch on the tree. He’d look for reasons to hate against the Water Pillar all the time, but unlike the others this time round his hatred was justified.

Tengen rolled his eyes flamboyantly. “I know! He’s constantly acting like she’s a pest to be around, but she doesn’t seem to have beef with him. What’s wrong with that bland creature?”

“Oh come on! We don’t actually know if he hates her,” Rengoku protested mildly.

“Then why does he keep refusing to even make eye contact with her?”

“I mean, Iguro, you can’t talk, you only ever look at Kanroji” - Obanai turned away, blushing furiously as Tengen cackled - “but I get your point. The other day I walked in on them arguing. I can’t believe he would keep reminding her of past failures without keeping her current state in mind!”

“Perhaps he only wants to try and convince her to stay safe during this time and discourage her from slaying for now?”

“Rengoku, my best buddy, you’re too optimistic.”

“There’s no other reason he’d give her the cold shoulder 24/7.”

Soon the conversation drifted to other topics, but little would they know Rengoku was the closest to the truth…

***

Shinobu already had enough on her hands with all the screaming, panic and blood, but of course Tomioka just had to show up at the most inopportune moment.

It had been a relatively quiet day as the two of you sat on the engawa, exchanging war stories over tea when with a sudden cry you had doubled over in pain. Your water had broken and you were heading into labour - quickly.

Just barely the Insect Pillar had managed to get you to a bed and sent the Butterfly Girls scurrying for the necessities, hiding her uneasiness at the slight earliness of your boy’s arrival to keep you calm and help you through it. You were doing well under her coaxing to use Total Concentration Breathing, and thankfully Shinazugawa was still around to help you relax with a familiar face.

Then Aoi had burst in with a frantic expression and thundering footsteps from behind that certainly weren’t hers.

“Shinobu-san, Tomioka is demanding to be let in-”

“Keep him out!” Shinobu grimaced, returning her attention to you. She’s heard and seen what he’s like around you, and other than the fact he has no business to be here she didn’t want to send you into a further state of panic. “He doesn’t like her, and if he opens that mouth of his to say anything more I might be responsible for two deaths.”

You dug your nails into Sanemi’s proffered hand, screaming in pain. He winced but said nothing, only looking up with a determined look in his eyes at Shinobu. “I’ll go keep Tomioka out, just make sure she delivers safely.”

Without waiting for a reply Sanemi rushed out to bar the doorway, leaving Shinobu to assure and handle your birthing with the anxious assistance of the Butterfly Girls. The pain in your stomach was surely abominable, intolerable, and Shinobu found herself growing more alarmed with every minute the baby wasn’t coming out.

“(y/n), I need you to push harder, alright? Can you do that for me?”

“N-no - where is he?”

“Your husband? I’ll get someone to call him, don’t worry,” Shinobu lied with dawning horror that in the entire time she had known you…she had no actual idea who you were married to. “But he wouldn’t like you see you like this, right? You can do it. Just keep your breathing under control.”

“JUST (beep) OFF, TOMIOKA!” Shinazugawa’s voice bellowed through the Mansion. His stocky form soon appeared, stubbornly acting as an indomitable barrier against the equally stubborn Tomioka who was desperately trying to barge his way through.

“Tomioka, we don’t need unnecessary people here to worry (y/n) more-”

”THAT’S MY WIFE!”

Whether it was because Tomioka had never raised his voice before or the sheer shock of it all or the fact you reached out for his hand, Shinobu and Sanemi let him through.

“I thought I was going to lose you when I heard you screaming like that from outside.” Giyuu nuzzled deeper into your neck, absently stroking your baby’s tiny hand. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

You played with the strands of his hair with a teasing smirk. “You did to, banging into the room like that, with the “That’s my wife!”. It was very romantic of you, Giyuu~”

“I was in a rush.” Giyuu smacked his face into the pillow, embarrassed while you laugh.

“Ara ara~ Are you both done cuddling? I want to perform a quick checkup on your baby now, if you don’t mind, and all the Hashira are here to ask you a lot of things, Tomioka.” Shinobu stood at the doorway with her customary smile, a twitching eye and crossed arms. Behind her were the shadows of the others trying to peek over her shoulder or head into the room to congratulate you on your baby or beat up Tomioka (both for some).

“Ask about what?” Giyuu lifted up his head in confusion. You snort at his obliviousness, cooing at your precious sleeping baby before gently passing him to Shinobu.

“MAYBE ABOUT HOW (Y/N) IS YOUR WIFE AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?”

“KYAAAAAAAAAH! That’s so cute of you, Tomioka!”

“Do you hate us all or something?!”

“No…? No one asked and I thought (y/n) would have told you,” Giyuu said blankly, glancing at you with wide blue eyes. You sheepishly raised your shoulders.

“I tried to tell them but we kept getting interrupted or had no chance.”

“You did make us all think you hated (y/n) with your behaviour, Tomioka.” Shinobu raised an eyebrow. “After all, you rarely spoke to her and when you did it was only to reprimand her, but I can see now it was probably out of worry for your child and her…although rather harshly.”

“Oh!” You burst out laughing, shaking so hard you nearly couldn’t take back your awakening baby Shinobu was handing over. “Giyuu’s just very shy! See-”

You pressed a quick peck to his cheek.

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