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bakerstreet2016-08-29 10:04 am
the hurt/comfort meme
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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- 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 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.
76 | overwatch
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[Carolina screams in frustration as she tosses down the handset to the unresponsive radio. In the distance, plumes from their downed Pelican lick into the air. She paces, taking a few deep breaths but they do little to calm her irritation.]
Miles from any enemy outpost, someone must have tipped them off.
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He's told himself he's done with the hero thing, but, as always, old habits die hard. Eventually, he picks up his comm.]
What's your position?
[If he's picking them up, then they can't be far. Even if Carolina has already thrown the headset to the ground, she'll likely be able to hear the voice of someone on the other end.]
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Who wants to know?
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[She doesn't sound like she's in a position to refuse, but he'll give her the option just in case. At least he can say that he tried.]
Doesn't sound like you'll get backup in time. Thought I'd offer.
[Isn't that nice of him!!]
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And how do I know you're not the one who shot me down in the first place?
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[76 knows when someone doesn't have much of a choice. He's taking a risk too, technically speaking.]
Risk you might have to take.
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[Even if he was responsible, it made more sense to keep him where she could see him than push through blindly..]
Fine. But I get a sense anything's off, I won't hesitate to use force.
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[But he still doesn't know where he is--he's made a guess based on the trajectory of , and is sort of heading in that general direction, but an actual marker would be helpful, he thinks.
He asks again, now that they seem to have reached an understanding.]
Location?
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[She'd remembered the the impact, the shrieking alarms and that sick feeling of plummeting. Once she'd woken up on the ground, she'd scavenged the wreckage and made a quick run for cover.]
[She waits, pistol drawn, tense, wondering just what the likelihood was of his being an actual ally as opposed to adversary.]
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[ ana would not be so crass as to downplay it as a situation brought upon them by the heat of the moment, because it makes it sound as though they've made a terrible mistake. it was not a mistake, that much is something ana will say. they were two fully aware, consenting adults, high on their triumphs and full of excess energy, and jack is not an awful-looking man by any means (even now, she can see in her mind's eye the smile that would split is face if she told him that). and they are consummate professionals, to boot; their mission to save the world will always comes first.
reality returns to them after spending a full week under fire against their enemies, adding a few more notches to ana's rifle. they've saved a few of hostages, an entire city at large. they'll return tomorrow to see the extent of the damage, report back to the UN to recommend the next best course of action. a typical day.
still, some situations loom large enough that they can't be ignored.
it's quiet tonight, for now, as she prefers it. she knocks on jack's office door, because if she knows him, then she knows that he's definitely not asleep tonight. ]
it's gr8 also sorry for Old icons
Not that he'd really have much time even if he could sleep. He's been encouraged to step back from combat, focus on logistics and command operations. But Overwatch is new and he's so used to being on the ground, in the middle of the fighting that he can't be expected to resign himself to a lifetime of paperwork.
Not right away. Maybe later, once he's put Overwatch on the right track. These first few months will be the most crucial.
Grander ideas of world peace, however, are not on his mind as he debriefs in his office, combing through all of the files and forms he's going to have to present to the UN in a final report. The day had been successful, all things considered, but it hadn't exactly felt it, and his thoughts are swirling to the point where he knows he's just pretending to be productive.
He's not surprised when Ana's the one knocking on his door.]
Hey.
[His office is dark except for the desk light, and he fills most of the doorway when he opens it for her.]
Did you need something?
[What was that about consummate professionals?]
no worries!
[ she says it casually, almost sweetly, as if those aren't the most terrifying words a man can possibly hear, in any situation. it's the fastest way to get someone's full attention, however. the rules of a fighter: use everything at your disposal.
she steps forward, right into his space, a clear sign. let her in, they'll talk in private. ]
If you can spare some time away from the paperwork you've been staring at for hours, of course.
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[That much is painfully true, and he's sure it's obvious. Please, someone, save him from this hell.
Suffice to say he's not really going to argue, even if Ana Amari at his doorstep saying "we need to talk" is probably one of the most terrifying things he can think of. It says something about his paperwork that he's stepping aside and opening the door more fully, letting her in.
"We need to talk" comes with an implied "in private", so he closes the door behind them, turning on a light and inviting her to sit down. He'll head back to his desk and start shoving the aforementioned paperwork into two haphazard piles, offering her a kind of lopsided grin in an attempt to pretend that he's not at least a little worried about what she's going to say.]
Right?
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[ she doesn't sit down immediately, just closes the door behind her and stands there watching him clean up the stacks of paper on his desk, as if it's not a scene she's used to seeing often. she doesn't often get plagued by nerves, but she takes a deep breath before she follows him further in.
she tries for a smile; she's about 90% positive that it works a lot better than the half-grimace he's wearing on his face, though perhaps jack will still know. they know each other too well. ]
I've had suspicions about the state of my health for a while. [ oh, is this the first time you're hearing this? sorry, jack. ] I've gone to Dr. Ziegler, and she has just recently confirmed what I know -- I'm with child.
[ you might want to sit down, jack. she definitely is. ]
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What he does instead is freeze. Of course he believes her--this is not something any of them would joke about, especially not so late at night in his dark office. There's another implication in this confession, one he's not going to ask outright.]
How long...?
[Jack's not sure if that's the correct or even tactful thing to say, especially given where he may or may not fall into this situation, but it's clear he's been blindsided.]
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she scolded him in the aftermath, then congratulated him, then kissed him. the rest of it flashes by in her mind's eye, a most vivid recollection. before jack, she rarely ever let any other man touch her, so if there's any doubt, ana is quick to quash it. ]
It's yours.
[ she looks down on her hands, folded on her lap, and doesn't offer more than that. it should answer whatever question he wanted to ask. ]
I'm keeping it.
[ if that was a thing that he was wondering about, too. she's just covering her bases here. ]
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He's quite literally saved humanity from the greatest threat to its existence. He's just been given command of a global peacekeeping force. He's met more presidents and prime ministers and ambassadors and diplomats in the past month than he even knew existed. He can dis- and re-assemble his pulse rifle in twenty seconds flat; rip a bastion unit apart with his bare hands. He is not sure how he's going to deal with this.]
No, I--
[Jack hasn't been strike commander for very long, but he's already learning to navigate bureaucracy. Politics. They're all public figures now, which means this is something they can't hide. They'll have to decide when to announce it. She'll have to withdraw from combat operations. She's his second in command, for god's sake, and he already knows how bad this will look. Gabriel is going to murder him on the spot, for being so irresponsible. He might have just ruined both their careers.]
I wouldn't ask you not to.
[Jack imagines that if this was under any other circumstance, he'd be thrilled, and he immediately hates that he can't be, because he's instantly thinking about potential scandals. What the UN will do. The SEP and how they might decide that one of their genetic experiments trying to reproduce is a risk they shouldn't take. The sheer prospect of bringing a child into a world that's still rebuilding--to say nothing of who they are and what that means. Things are about to get complicated.
And then another part of him simply doesn't care, because despite the fact that he's generally very bad at making it known (too much of a consummate professional), he's pretty sure that he's completely enamored with Ana. He's bending to his knees in front of her chair before he even registers that he's moving, taking her hands in his, wanting her to look at him, but understanding if she won't.]
Ana--
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they are too well-known, with too many enemies — going public with it, the child of overwatch's strike commander and his second-in-command, is a surefire way of putting a bull's eyes at her stomach. all it takes is one shot — that, ana knows well enough. all it takes is one threat to its safety — ana doesn't know what jack would do, but she knows what she would do if that happens. consummate professionals, except when their loved ones are threatened. ]
Jack.
[ she tries to be gentle with it, a hand untangling from jack's hold and sneaking up to brush the curve of his cheekbones, a most flattering detail on his face. it's a good face, she thinks. she wouldn't mind if the child looks exactly like jack. ]
We don't have to tell them it's yours.
[ the others might know — gabriel certainly would, and she is not looking forward to that conversation at all — but most people would not, right off the bat. while that most certainly means a chance for some measure of privacy, it also means that jack can't acknowledge that the child is his. a double-edged sword — which is why it's phrased as a tentative suggestion. ]
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He thinks about Ana shouldering all of this herself--the media firestorm, the inevitable speculation, accusations that she's unfit for her current position, juggling her career with actually raising the child (their child), while he keeps his distance out of necessity. He can't stand it.]
That's not fair to you.
[Jack knows he has done and probably will continue to do a great deal of stupid things. He likes to think, however, that he's good at taking responsibility for them. Eventually this will become an almost self-destructive insistence to make everything his burden.
But she's right, of course, and he expects her to tell him so, no different from when she chastises him for a particularly reckless maneuver out in the field. Too headstrong. Always rushing into things. Maybe it's that impulsiveness talking when he tells her that, but now that he's had a moment to process, he finds himself thinking about how he might actually want this with her, despite knowing full well that it's not going to work.]
I can't let you do this alone.
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and here it comes, the chiding. ]
And what about you, Jack? Isn't it unfair to you as well?
[ not being able to acknowledge your own flesh and blood. ana would not deprive him of his right to meet the child — but it wouldn't be same as jack morrison proudly calling himself a father. ]
But don't be stupid. No matter what we decide, I won't be alone.
[ jack would care deeply about the others would say about her, but ana couldn't care less. the people who matter know what she's worth. they chose her as the strike-commander's second-in-command when there were plenty of others vying for it, talented enough to be viable for it. new recruits come and go, each and every one asking to take a look at her rifle, see the fruits of her labor, the marks of her triumphs.
and the others would defend her, jack especially, of that she's certain. ]
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[He hopes she does. Jack knows she won't be alone, technically. The whole team will rally around her, and he'll be able to mitigate the politics of it easier if they pretend the father is someone else, maybe a civilian kept anonymous for his protection. He's already imagining how they're going to swing this for the media, and he hates that it's even a consideration.
But there is a certain loneliness in having to commit to a lifetime of pretending, whether someone else is in on it or not. Jack will bear it without complaint--up to and including never acknowledging his own child--if it means guaranteeing their collective safety, unfair to him or not. Thinking of Ana's comparative situation in that scenario, however, makes him want to throw that idea out the window, swiftly followed by his shiny new position. Being able to actually father the kid and keeping her from shouldering full responsibility would be worth it, he's sure of that already, even if it's an incredibly foolish desire.
He scoots a little closer, settling at the base of the chair and dropping his head into her lap, searching for her hands again.]
I'd do this for you. You know that, right?
[It's his impulsiveness at the wheel. Once they sit down and have an actual discussion about logistics and all the factors that will inevitably come into play, it won't be that simple. For now, however, he can pretend.]
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I know.
[ one hand tangled in his fingers, the other in the golden strands of his hair. like this, he's a picture of soft vulnerability, the sight just as precious as the gift of his words, the knowledge of what he's willing to sacrifice for her and their child's sake. it's a thought that garners so much warmth in her, that she gives in to a whim and bend down a little to kiss the crown of his head.
for now, they can have this. ]
You would be a wonderful father.
[ acknowledged or not. ]
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