the shipping/non-smut version of the sexual healing meme

[grinded]

healing the broken meme a shipping meme The events of many canons have left its characters ravaged, unable to be the whole people they once were. They can never go back to the innocence they had before. However, they can find someone who can pull you back from the brink. Some say love can conquer all ills and cure all broken people - the jury is still out on that, but enough people subscribe to the notion that it may have some merit. With the right affection behind it, can it be the elixir to heal traumas or mend angst? For this meme, it can be. No matter what your what your problem is, from daddy issues to being mind controlled to hating all humans or being just a jerk, all you need is healing from the right person. All in all? This is a shameless meme playing with the idea of "cured by love." Love it or hate it, it's prevalent in fiction, both fan and published. And sometimes, no lie, you just want to play it and not be judge for the pure shlock you know it to be. Here is the place; now is the time. However, you don't have to go for unrealistic escapism. One partner trying to help the other through trauma is not an easy task, and there are bound to be setbacks, resistance, and hurt feelings. And what if BOTH partners are a little bit broken? Can they survive together, or will they bring each other down? how to play - Comment with your character and preferences. Feel free to talk about your character's problems. You might also want to mention if your character is the one who needs to be healed or can do the healing. Or perhaps you and your thread partner can play two roughed up characters learning to trust again! - Reply to others.

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Awesome.

[mccallme]

[Everyone he cared about was hurting, and Scott didn't really know what to do with that. He'd spent the morning with his mom and Isaac, who wasn't saying very much about anything. It wasn't that Isaac normally said a lot, but it worried Scott that he wasn't really saying anything. Everyone was abnormally quiet and while he didn't feel like saying a lot either, he was starting to go stir crazy sitting around his own house.

And there was another person that Scott needed to check on because if anything, he was more wrecked than anyone, aside from maybe Chris Argent. He made his way to the Stilinski house that afternoon, noting that the sheriff's car was absent from the driveway and he frowned, not liking the idea of Stiles being alone right now, after everything that had happened. He could hear his best friend's heartbeat from the sidewalk and he made his way up to the door, ringing the bell and waiting.]

[useofcuriosity]

[Stiles wasn't too keen on his father being gone for...however long he'd said he'd be gone. He hadn't really been paying attention, too busy thinking about everything that had happened. Everyone that nogitsune had hurt, his father included. Lydia and Scott included. Everyone who had died.

Aiden. Allison.

The adrenaline rush of being free of that thing had passed a long time ago, and now? Now he sort of felt sluggish and sick and numb. Another day, months ago? He'd have been running after his father or something else.

But he felt like all of this was his fault, so he didn't really want to do anything.

The bell ringing pretty much interupted any train of thought he'd had going on, and he made his way to the door. It took...way longer than he really thought it ought to have.

And he was completely unsurprised to see Scott there.]

[mccallme]

[Stiles...did not look good. He was still pale, too pale, and the dark circles under his eyes troubled Scott deeply. He had a feeling Stiles still wasn't sleeping. Or if he was, he wasn't sleeping well. Either way, it wasn't good. And he just looked more frail than usual. Isaac had been right that night in the jeep -- he was thinner and it made Scott wonder if the nogitsune had even been eating while it was in his best friend's body.

There were so many things to be concerned about these days that he felt guilty that hadn't thought to ask that.

On top of the physical differences in Stiles, there was a haunted look on his eyes that he had a sick feeling wasn't going away anytime soon and he hated that. Hated that Stiles blamed himself for everything, and he knew he did because he'd literally known Stiles forever.]

Hey. Can I come in?

[useofcuriosity]

[If the nogitsune had been eating, it certainly wasn't food. And chaos, pain and strife don't really sustain a teenage boy, not the way actual food tends to. But Stiles kind of doubted that the thing had any intention of keeping him alive, once it had everything it wanted. It had, after all, tried to get Scott to kill him.

But the lines of communication between him and the nogitsune hadn't exactly been a two way street, so he couldn't really say what it had planned for later.]

Yeah. Yeah, of course. You don't have to ask, you know.

[He stepped aside, letting Scott come right on in.]

[mccallme]

[Scott stepped inside the Stilinski house, turning to watch Stiles shut the door a second later. He'd been making an effort to check on his best friend every day, but somehow he didn't feel like it was enough when Stiles looked this sick and just lost.]

How are you feeling? [He wasn't really sure if Stiles would answer honestly or not, because he tended to give a standard I'm fine or I'm okay whenever someone asked him how he was.]

[useofcuriosity]

[It's easier to lie to the werewolves when he gave non-commital answes. 'I'm okay' other variations. He's been giving a lot of those the past few days, even Peter had asked, and hadn't that been utterly bizarre. He'd had to count his fingers three times, he'd been so taken aback by it.]

Better? [Non committal, but not...entirely untrue? He could get warm, for one thing.] Are you?

[mccallme]

[Scott looked at him for a long moment, not sure whether to believe him or not. Stiles' heart rate was harder to read than other people's because of the Adderall that he took that made his heart beat faster than most.]

I'm...getting there. [It wasn't untrue either, even if he thought it was going to be a long time before any of them was ever really healed from everything that had happened. There was concern in his voice when he spoke again.]

You look really tired, dude. Are you sleeping at all?

[useofcuriosity]

[With their luck, they'd get a month off, and then the next thing would strike. Rabid genies. Sirens in the lake. Something weirder and crazier. Who knew?]

Some? Kinda...having trouble clearing my head?

[mccallme]

[He was trying really hard not to think about the next thing they'd have to face. He couldn't imagine anything more horrible than what had just happened, but a vivid imagination was something Scott didn't have in abundance, and he was kind of glad.

He frowned slightly at Stiles' answer, even as he nodded. He doubted any of their minds were clear.]

Well, what can I do?

[useofcuriosity]

[Meanwhile, Stiles is cursed with an amazingly vivid imagination. Hooray?]

I don't know. I mean...I know that's stupid. I should know.

[mccallme]

[It was probably part of why their friendship worked so well. What one lacked, the other tended to make up for in spades.]

It's not stupid. It's okay not to know. [He paused.] It's okay not to always have all the answers.

[useofcuriosity]

Now? After all this? It doesn't feel okay, Scott.

[mccallme]

That's because nothing feels okay, Stiles. It doesn't mean it isn't.

[useofcuriosity]

Have you been sleeping? [Instantly feeling guilty for not asking right away.]

[mccallme]

[Leave it to Stiles to be more concerned about him than himself after having been possessed for weeks.]

Enough, yeah. Probably more than you have.

[useofcuriosity]

[That's probably never going to change, sorry Scott.]

And Isaac?

[mccallme]

[He sighed softly, looking down for a moment.]

Not great, either.

[useofcuriosity]

[Stiles nodded, wincing. There really wasn't anything to say to that, was there?]

You want something to drink?

[mccallme]

[His heart hurt when Stiles winced and he reached out, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder.]

It isn't your fault. [His voice was firm, confident.]

Yeah, I'll take a Coke.

[useofcuriosity]

[He smiled briefly and a little brokenly at Scott, touching his hand before going off to get them both a Coke. They could both sit on the couch, then, it'd be easier than standing around. It had to be.]

It kind of is, though? A little bit?

[Handing Scott his bottle before taking a pull from his own.]

[mccallme]

[Scott dropped down onto the sofa, stretching his legs out in front of him as he took the Coke from Stiles and opened it, taking a drink. He doesn't like that Stiles blamed himself for this, because in his mind it couldn't be farther from the truth. But maybe if they talked about it he could make his friend see why it wasn't his fault.]

Why do you say that?

[useofcuriosity]

[It couldn't hurt to try, could it?]

You talked to Malia, right?

[mccallme]

Kind of?

[Everything had been hectic when Malia had come by and given him the picture of Kira's mom that she and Stiles had found in Eichen House.]

Why?

[useofcuriosity]

[He lets out a shaky breath.]

It was going to hurt her. Use one of the other patients to hurt her, I mean. Unless I let it back in. So I did.

[mccallme]

Stiles, that means you basically saved her life.