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The Hurt/Comfort Strikes Back

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.

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Isaac had been able to smell the sickness on Stiles from the moment it hit him, but Stiles ignored it, so Isaac didn't badger him over it; even though he wanted to tell him to go home and rest when he'd shown up at lacrosse practice.

It had gotten worse as the day progressed and Isaac had decided that as soon as he'd shown his face to Derek, he'd head over to the Stilinski house to check up on his -well, he wasn't 100% sure if they were going with a term as committed as 'boyfriend'- but he wanted to make sure that Stiles was okay.

He pushed the window up and climbed in, overwhelmed by the scent of sick in the air and his eyes immediately zeroed in on the human and he was quick in his approach, a hand pressed against the side of his face while the other takes the book and drops it to the side.

"Stiles! What the hell were you thinking letting it get this bad?"

"Hey--I wasn't reading that." Stiles frowned absently as the book was dropped away, making a less than large effort to try and grab it. So maybe he had hoped that Isaac would show up; that having the guy around might make him feel a bit less miserable.

He had actually thought about texting him, but considering how absent minded he was on the best days, he had forgotten in his sick-addled mind.

Leaning into the hand placed on his cheek, Stiles gave a bit of a weak, but warm smile. "This is normal. When I was 14 I didn't realize I had pneumonia until I passed out in class. I just get distracted." And hide it. In all honesty, since his mother died, being sick worried him, scared him, if he ever really got to think about it. Even minor colds--his mother's cancer had seemed just like a cold when it first started, the little irritated cough. Look what happened, then.

He knew it was irrational, but he hated worrying his father, and if he just worked through the sickness--sometimes it went away. Most of the time it did, actually. Just not this time.

"I must smell horrible to you." He wrinkled his nose, even though he couldn't really smell anything. "Sorry."

"Why didn't you call me, Stiles? I could have..." Isaac would have been there earlier; it wasn't like he needed to attend lacrosse practice. He was one of the best on the team, ~~thanks to being a werewolf~~, and the Coach wouldn't turn down a chance to put him, Scott and Jackson out on the field.

There's a rumble in his chest and Isaac scowls, because Stiles couldn't let himself get to that point before he asked for help. "You should have told me."

He pets Stiles' hair gently, moving to shift the boy over on the bed so that he could lie down beside him, pulling Stiles' against his chest. "Don't apologise. I can handle it." There was no denying that the smell was unpleasant, sickness always was, but it was tolerable. Isaac had smelled worse in the clinic with some of the dogs. Cancer was still the worst. But it didn't smell like that now and it left him feeling relieved.

ooc: After reading this, it's hard to think of Stiles as sick without wanting to cry.

Stiles was going to protest, but he just was too tired, and felt like shit. So instead, he gave a weak shrug, pressing his lips together. "Sorry--I just...I didn't want to bother you." He knows that Isaac gets tired of him apologizing, but he was sorry--he should have just given in and called. Stiles just wasn't used to actually having someone to rely on, like this. Since Scott got involved with Allison, that kinda went to the wayside.

When Isaac slipped in next to him, Stiles sniffled, snuggling up closer. The werewolf was delightfully warm, and felt good, despite his own mild fever. Looking up from his position, he gave the other teen a soft smile. "I am, for the record, happy you are here. And that I can't get you sick."

ooc: oh man, I'll have to read that!

Isaac nuzzles his nose behind Stiles' ear, into his hair and pulls him closer still. "When it's you, it's not a bother. I'd rather you had called me." He pressed a kiss to his temple, feeling how warm Stiles' skin is against him. "You're running a fever." Way to state the obvious Isaac, good job.

The Beta smiles back, leaning in to press his lips against Stiles' gently. "Whenever you need me, I'll be here." He combs a hand through the human's short hair, focussing in absorbing some of his pain without letting Stiles' in on that. The black takes over his veins and he tucks his arm further out of the other boy's line of sight.

Stiles let out a weak chuckle. "Well, yeah, of course you'd be here. I am the best boyfriend, so you feel the need to try and keep up, right?" So the fever made him a bit loopy--and it was probably the first time he could remember actually using the b-word, but it didn't mean he didn't, well, mean it. "At least I'm not puking anymore. And yes, I brushed my teeth." He doubted Isaac would appreciate it if he upchucked on him, regardless how much he contents to be there for Stiles.

Shifting slightly, he pressed up into the kiss, just enjoying the sensation of Isaac's hands on him. The kiss didn't last long, as he couldn't breathe through his nose, but when when it broke, he realized his body didn't ache anymore, at all. It was a boneless, content feeling...

"I'm not stupid, Isaac." Stiles shifted his body so that he laid on top of the teen, resting his chin on the other's chest. "...you didn't have to do that." Take some of his pain away, that is--he had seen Scott do it once or twice--and there was no way he made a sudden miracluous recovery. Still, Stiles dropped a kiss on to the young man's shirt-covered chest. "But thanks."

There's no lie that all Isaac gets out of that is the b-word and it brings a soft, shy smile to his face that has him ducking his head, glancing down at Stiles. "Boyfriend, huh? Is that what you are? My boyfriend?" It had never come up; they'd never really discussed where they were going, it had just happened and Isaac had just gone with the flow. And he knew it was unfair to bring it all up now, while Stiles was feeling like crap and under the influence of a fever, but he figured they could just bring it up again later.

"Probably a good thing. I don't think I could stand the smell of vomit." He had never been a sympathy vomitter, but his sense of smell had never been this strong before either and he had a feeling the smell would trigger his own gag reflex.

He presses another kiss to Stiles' forehead. "Just let me. Please?" He wants to take a little more, just enough that the ache dulls down enough that his body can work through the fever, but he wants Stiles' permission first.

Stiles flushed slightly at Isaac's reaction, biting his lip to hold back a nervous smile. "Um...yeah? If you...well. I mean, if you want me to be." Because they hadn't talked about it, and he wasn't positive that Isaac wanted to put a name to it, either--using that word made it really...real. Official.

Which was something he wanted, frankly, but he wasn't going to assume anything, especially in his sick-state.

Letting out a sigh, he rolled his eyes, settling his head down on Isaac's chest again, cheek rubbing into the soft material of his henley. "As long as it doesn't hurt you much...okay." He appreciated what Isaac wanted to do, but he didn't want the teen to suffer just because he was stupid enough to get this sick.

Now was a bad time to have this conversation, Isaac knew, because Stiles needed to understand just how he felt and how, in putting a name to this and making it official, how his wolf would feel. It wasn't fair to expect him to be totally with it while he was still sporting a fever. "I want that. But we'll discuss it more later, when you're better."

Isaac continued to pet Stiles' hair, nuzzling against the back of his neck and letting his ability do it's job of relieving Stiles of some of his pain. "It won't, I promise." He'd been warned about how easily it was to take too much and do more damage to himself; both by Deaton and Peter (who had been entirely to creepy about it) and Isaac knew he'd be of no use to Stiles if he made himself sick. "Do you need anything?"

"Okay...?" Stiles didn't raise his head from his position, but instead just moved a hand to slip under Isaac's shirt, making a soft, happy sound once he felt skin, palming at his side. "...know...read some stuff. Didn't get around to asking Derek if it was true, though." Half the mating habit stuff he had found was all porn or bad fanfiction--he had no idea what was true or not.

Letting out a content sound, he closed his eyes, just getting lost in the sound of Isaac breathing, and the slow easing of his aches. "For you not to leave...m'dad won't mind, I swear." Now that Isaac was here, well, Stiles liked his new pillow.

"You probably know more than me." Because, while it was true that Derek wasn't big on providing them with answers, Isaac had never thought to ask, still so unsure of where Stiles stood on the whole situation. But with the idea of the other boy wanting something more in his head, Isaac was willing to brave is grumpy Alpha with an attitude problem about all the new feelings he was experiencing.

Isaac wraps one arm around Stiles' waist, holding him close and stroking the hot, bare skin between the waistband of his pants and the bottom of his shirt where it had ridden up. "I'm not going anywhere." He was sure the Sheriff wouldn't have an issue. While he'd had his issues with Mr. Stilinski after his father had been killed by the Kanima, it seemed as if he was even more keen on trying to make Isaac feel less like an outcast than most others, and he was sure the man would just be happy to know his son wasn't home alone while sick.

"If it's accurate." Stiles pointed out, chuckling low for a moment before it became a light cough. "You're the furry one, so you're gonna know more about how the big bad wolf inside feels than I will."

It's an interesitng concept, really, but one he doesn't find himself worrying about, much. He has a habit of ignoring things he doesn't want to deal with until absolutely necessary--so as long as it didn't involve Isaac trying to get Stiles to take the bite, he didn't see that he'd have much an issue with anything.

"Mmm...good." He smiled, shifting himself back into the other teen's touch. "Oo...maybe a shower later." He let out a little huff, "No 'fun' stuff, though. Too worn out." Which he was infinitely disappointed about.

"I'll talk to Derek about it later." Or tomorrow. Or on the weekend. Whatever. It wasn't important at that very moment. What was important, was cuddling with Stiles, keeping him close and reassuring himself that he was finesafealive

Long fingers trail over soft skin, tracing over Stiles' eyelids, his lips, his cheek bones, over and over as Isaac watches him. "You want me to come with?" He would anyway. At the very least, he'd sit in the bathroom to make sure Stiles didn't pass out and give the illusion that that was all he was doing should Stiles' dad come home.

"I still surprised he hasn't come over and threatened me with death and throat mauling if I hurt you." Stiles nuzzles into Isaac's fingers, his own curling up against his side. He originally had found the tracing, the constant touching a bit strange--only because he wasn't used to people being as tactile as he was. He liked it, though, and really enjoyed it more than he should.

"Um...duh." He opened one eye, letting a smile spread across his face. "I might not be up for anything, but any excuse to get you naked."

"That would involve admitting that he cares for us as much as he does. Derek doesn't do feelings." Isaac wasn't stupid, he knew that Derek cared about his Betas. But he also understood the need to keep feelings under wraps and hidden away.

Patterns were traced over Stiles' skin and Isaac squirmed until he could wrap his legs around Stiles', an ankle between his calves.

"You just like me for my body."

"...oh I don't know. 'Anger' is a feeling, 'annoyance' is one too. I've seen those a lot." He smirked, enjoying the adjustment. After a moment, he let out a breath, and tugged his shirt off (getting tangled for a moment). He was getting over heated, and he'd rather take off a bit of clothing than remove himself from the blond furnace he was currently pressed against.

"Mmm...yep. Figured out my evil secret. Only reason." To Stiles credit, he almost kept a straight face while saying it.

"Touche." A beat. "Re-wording. He doesn't do positive emotion that involves admitting he has feelings other than the aforementioned anger and annoyance." Isaac frowned as Stiles removed his shirt. He was running a fever, and therefore needed to stay warm. Or maybe he had that back to front? Isaac was never good at medical mumbo jumbo.

"It's a nice body." Isaac worked hard to make sure it was that way. He also knew Stiles was stirring.

"Mmm...yep, that sounds more like Derek." He chuckled, and after a few moments of silence, rolled his eyes and fumbled to pull a blanket up over both of them. "You know, I can practically hear you frowning at me from here." His eyes stayed closed, but he knew Isaac well enough to read his moods from little things--or at least, he liked to think he could.

"It is..." He dropped a kiss onto Isaac's chest, pouting. "Much better than mine. Stupid werewolf super genes."

"That's because I'm worried about you." Like, almost irrationally so, he realised as he pulled Stiles closer, tucking the blanket around him so that as much as his mate is covered.

He sighs. "If you trained for hours upon hours with a slave driver like Derek for an Alpha, then you would look like this too." Okay, so it was partly the werewolf genes, but he was trying to make Stiles feel better. The boy was beautiful to him regardless.

"It's just a bad cold or something, Isaac." Stiles' voice softened slightly, thumb rolling over the boy's bare side. "I'm going to be okay--nothing to worry about, promise." He didn't like worrying the werewolf; he had enough to deal with on a regular basis.

Stiles snorted, mumbling into the other's chest. "Works you guys too hard. You're a werewolf, not in the army."

"That's leaving you with a fever, a cold sweat and no energy. Yeah, just a cold." Stiles' reassurances weren't working to help though, because Isaac could smell the sickness on his mate and it hurt to know Stiles was hurting.

"He just wants us to survive."

"Hey I said a bad one. So maybe it's the flu. I'm just happy you can't catch it." He coughed, happy that Isaac had at last taken away the aches. That was the part that had made him the most miserable anyways.

"I know he does, but there are..." He sighed, furrowing his brow. "There are other ways to go about it too." He would talk to Derek about it, later. As much as the Alpha pretended not to listen to Stiles, he knew that he did. Sometimes, at least.

"The flu can be a big deal, Stiles. The flu can kill you." And he was more than grateful that he couldn't catch it, so that he could be here to look after his mate.

"There are." He knows there's no point arguing. And it isn't like Isaac enjoys being thrown around and having his arm broken on a regular basis. But it was part of it, the training. And at least when it was a hunter trying to break his arm, he'd be well and truly prepared for the pain.

"Yeah, it can. But I'm not old, or a small child, or sick with some pre-existing condition. So I'm going to be fine." He poked Isaac in the side gently. "Stop worrying."

Stiles frowned; he was going to have a talk with Derek, later. Especially when it came to Isaac, going the way of abuse was stupid, and unnessary. "I just don't like seeing it."

"You ask me that like it's something easy for me to do." Really, Stiles, you should know him better than that by now. When it comes to you and your well-being, Isaac always worries.

"I don't particularly like feeling it. But the more pain we experience in training, in a situation when we have time to rest and heal after it, the more pain we'll be able to withstand in an actual battle."

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Off to bed bb! Tags later <3

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