Hurt/ Comfort Meme

[colorfulsock]

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.

- Post with Character Name | Series in the subject.
- Others respond.
- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

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 captived and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case s, 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.

Nabbed from hoohaw

Comments

Harvey Specter | Suits | OTA

[toughbutfair]

[Completely open to everything listed.]

Re: Harvey Specter | Suits | OTA

[mistereames]

[ooc: I rolled 1! You up for it?]

Re: Harvey Specter | Suits | OTA

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: oh my god yes. Who is hurt? Harvey or Eames? I'm fine with either.]

Re: Harvey Specter | Suits | OTA

[mistereames]

[ooc: Hee. My characters seem to be the victim a lot, and then they get all of the love and attention. It can be your turn. (If you want.) :3]

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: Harvey deserves a few punches so, why the hell not? xD]

*By the time Harvey stumbles back to the apartment, it's nearly one in the morning. He knows he's in for it. He had promised for weeks that he wouldn't be late tonight. He had promised to be back in time for the dinner that Eames had been planning for them; a nice, quiet evening together was something they hadn't had in a few months.

His head is pounding and there's a multitude of bruises across his face and he's sure he can feel them on his chest too, because it hurts each time he inhales.

It's been a long time since Harvey's last psychical fight. He prides himself on being able to show restraint but lines had been crossed and really, that drunk bastard had deserved what Harvey gave him.

It just worked out that Harvey was the one who had left with more bruises. But he wasn't going to mention that fact to Eames.

With a tiny hiss, Harvey pushes open the door and steps inside, bracing himself for attack if Eames is up waiting for him. If Eames hasn't left, that is.*

[mistereames]

[ooc: Pffft. xD]

*Eames knows that Harvey is a busy man. He knows that Harvey has put work first since he was given a job, and he knows that he hasn't moved it to the back burner for anyone. Eames is also aware of Harvey's feelings toward him, his willingness to be more flexible for this relationship, and his blatant refusal to ever miss one of their "scheduled" dates.

That is why Eames starts to panic the minute he's late. And the hour he's late, he starts to make phone calls. Harvey's apartment, he figures, is the place Harvey will go first if he's angry or tired or hurt, so that is where he elects to stay.

Eames is on his feet before the door has swung open and his heart has stopped before Harvey opens his mouth.*

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: It's trueeee.]

*Harvey freezes in the doorway at the sight of Eames and pauses for a moment before reaching back to push the door shut behind him. He tries to smile but, it looks more like a grimace. His expression gives away the fact that he's in a lot of pain and his voice breaks into a whimper (something he never does unless Eames is driving him to insanity in bed).*

H-Hey, sweetheart. *pet names are another thing Harvey usually holds back on* Sorry I'm late.

[mistereames]

[ooc: But I love him!]

*Now is about the point where Eames starts slipping into his "I'm going to freak out and you're going to see it" mindset. His face pinches up in worry and he goes to wrap his arms around Harvey, stopping himself just a few inches away.*

Wh-where are you hurt?

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: He loves you, too, but he can admit he should be slapped for some things he's said/done.]

*Harvey slumps his shoulders which makes him hiss as pain spreads across his chest which leads to him tensing up again. The way he tries to reach out to touch Eames, in an attempt to reassure him is really just pathetic looking.*

I'm fine. Totally fine. *now really isn't the time for bullshitting, Harvey*

[mistereames]

[ooc: I think I love him because of that.]

Shut... up. Please, love, don't. *looks completely terrified and sympathetic because, ha, Eames has been through this many times, but Eames actually cares about Harvey* I need to... f-fix this.

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: He loves himself because of that. I mean.... *punched*]

There's nothing to fix, Eames. It's just a few bruises. *and possibly a few bruised ribs and some cracked knuckles that have stopped bleeding only because the blood dried up and started forming slight scabs* I'm okay. I just need some aspirin and sleep.

[mistereames]

[ooc: Pssht, hehe.]

Harvey... *touches one of his hips with the tips of his fingers, simultaneously leaning into to brush his lips over Harvey's bruised cheek* Harvey.

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: He's just a dick. A loving dick, but still.]

*closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, letting the presence of Eames soak into his skin and he can suddenly relax and feels safe enough to let the quiet whimpers and whines of pain escape his lips* Eames. It hurts.

[mistereames]

[ooc: Yeah. Yeah, and ow. ;_____;]

*swallows his tears, nods once, and pulls away* H-hospital?

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: Mhm. And sorry, sorry. ;__________;]

*whimper* Y..yeah.

[mistereames]

[ooc: It's okay. ;____;]

O-okay, I'm... I'll... *shaky breath* Do you n-need me to carry you?

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: Sorry, sorry, sorry. ;___;]

*lets out a pathetic (and painful) sounding laugh* I think I can... walk.

[mistereames]

[ooc: Shh sh sh!]

*pinches his eyebrows together worriedly* Are you s-sure?

[toughbutfair]

[ooc: :c]

*very brief nod* Y..yeah.

[mistereames]

[ooc: Shhh, it's okay! I love you, see? *loves*]

Are your... *ragged inhale* ...h-hands okay? Can I hold one?

[toughbutfair]

*that makes something inside Harvey's chest just break in half and he reaches out for Eames' hand, squeezing softly* Yeah. Yeah. You d-don't have to ask.

[mistereames]

You're... *pathetic laugh* ... a mess. O-of course I'm going to ask.

[toughbutfair]

*looks down at himself and makes a face at how rumpled his suit is* I am... aren't I?

[mistereames]

*whimpers and hits the elevator button with his elbow* You didn't even n-notice.

[toughbutfair]

Wanted to get home to y-you. *leans against Eames a little heavily and makes a muted pained sound*