Cloudy with a Chance of Hurt Comfort Meme

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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.

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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | open

[onasteelhorse]

I can't go past that username. It's awesome.

[asthedrivensnow]

[Rolled a 14?]

Aw, thanks!

[onasteelhorse]

[That sounds good! I think it could work :)]

[asthedrivensnow]

[This is why she only travels first class. This dingy, cheap motel with its peculiar odour and scratchy sheets was simply not acceptable. When something had managed to interrupt their Apparation, leaving Narcissa and her Charms Master stranded in the middle of nowhere, a sinking feeling had hit the witch. Master Thomas had given her a cheerful look and said, "Oh, yeah! I forgot about this phenomenon. There's an energy sink through here twice a year; plays havoc with your major spells. We'll be fine to head out in a couple days."

Even more grating than his annoying tendency to drop the 'of' from his sentences where it would normally be required was the distinct lack of any decent accommodation in this tired little town. Discovering only the most basic of magic would work - nothing past third year level - was an affront to her entire existence, and the pretty blonde witch is now glaring at his snoring form, curled up peacefully on the next bed.

This is just not happening.

Throwing aside the covers, Narcissa slips her feet into her shoes and slinks towards the door. Timing her exit with his odd little snorts is easy, and she relishes the slighter cooler air outside their room. Still in the elegant cashmere shift she'd put on this morning, Narcissa begins the years-old habit she's employed since she was a small child and unable to sleep, and walks.

Her heels make a dull click on the concrete surrounding the long stretch of rooms, and three in the morning means she shouldn't be bothering anyone with her pacing. On the fourth pass, she notices light bleeding through from behind a set of curtains.]

[onasteelhorse]

[Dean couldn't sleep either. He was working a particularly tough case with Sam back at Bobby's trying to pick out the details on how to kill the bastard they were tracking.

Being alone wasn't doing him any good. Checking the clock and seeing it was three in the freaking morning, he decided that was it. He closed his laptop and got up to give a lazy stretch. A trip to the coke machine and then he'd try to get an hour or so at least. He should attempt it at some point anyway.

Slipping on his jacket and his boots, he headed out and paused when he saw he had company, apparently.]

Uh, well, didn't expect to see anyone else out here. Heading to your room?

[asthedrivensnow]

[She narrowly avoids walking into him; her ears had picked up the rattling of the door handle between heel clicks.

He seems surprised to see anyone else up at this hour, and she's startled enough in return to give an honest answer.]

Away from it, actually. For as long as possible, lest I strangle someone.

[Crisp English tones sound odd against his American accent; another reminder that she shouldn't be here.]

[onasteelhorse]

Huh. [He gave a curious look as he shut the door behind him.]

Trouble back at the room then, huh?

[asthedrivensnow]

There's only so much snoring I can take before the urge to smother people with their pillows becomes too much to bear.

[She looks far too proper to actually kill someone in their sleep, so there's that.]

[onasteelhorse]

Sounds tough. [He's smirking a little bit.

Hey, she's pretty hot. The accent, especially.

That and he likes feisty women. But even he's a little bit too tired to pull out all the stops flirting right now.]

Want to go grab something to drink from the machine with me?

[asthedrivensnow]

You've no idea the restraint I'm exercising. [Her smirk matches his, and while dark of night invitations from strangers are usually things she'd decline, his easy smile and confident stance changes her mind.]

If I knew what that meant, I'd say yes - but I wouldn't say no to some company.

[onasteelhorse]

What? [He gave a curious look as he started to lead the way towards the soda machine not far away.]

You don't have vending machines where you're from?

[asthedrivensnow]

Not that I've noticed..?

[She's prevaricating until she sees it, then realisation hits.]

They haven't really caught on. I'm from a small village. [Wizarding London is small!]

[onasteelhorse]

Huh... [He thought London or wherever this chick was from would have vending machines of all things.

Shrugging it off for now, he went to get a couple sodas out of the machine and passed her one.]

Well, maybe you can bring'em back to your village. At least tell people how convenient they are.

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[allgeek]

[ Isn't this always how it goes? Cheap motel room, long day's work of hunting down something or other, and no rest to make up for it all. The worst is that now when he should be crashing, Sam's got his head against the backboard, staring blearily into the shadows of the room. Yeah, this officially sucks. The younger Winchester heaves a sigh, glancing at the glare of the digital clock. 3:04 AM. He'd been ready to pass out all day, and now that he had a chance to snag a few hours' sleep, he couldn't. All the while, though, his eyes felt heavy, his body craving sleep.

Damn. This job got tougher and tougher every day. Not that they could just forgo the whole affair and skip out. He scoffs into the silence, glancing sideways at the form of his brother. Dean has his back to Sam, but the younger assumes his brother's asleep. Dean doesn't usually have the same issue crashing that Sam's developed recently. Lucky guy. Well, at least one of them would be coherent in the morning.

Lying down hasn't been doing anything for him, so he slides off the bed, taking care to be as quiet as possible. Sam gets to his feet, half-looking over at Dean again, then heads toward the door. Maybe a walk around the place will actually help him get to sleep. ]

[onasteelhorse]

[Dean didn't usually have too much trouble falling asleep unless something was really gnawing at him.. and even then, some booze usually helped him drift right on off anyway. Still, he wasn't all that of a deep sleeper usually.

You couldn't be in their line of work. You never knew when something would decide it wanted their blood and what better way than when they were asleep?

So when he heard the floor creak with footsteps, he let out a troubled grunt and opened a bleary eye to see just what the hell was going on. He was relieved and a little annoyed to see Sam's Sasquatch ass walking around the bed...

And okay, maybe a little worried too. Looked like he was trying to slip out the door.]

Where are you going?

[Big brother stuff came before sleep and if there was something wrong, Dean wanted to hear about it.]

[allgeek]

[ Sam comes to a stop halfway to the door, heaving a slow sigh. ]

Should've figured you'd be up. [ He hopes that's the case, and that he didn't wake Dean up just by slipping out of bed. ] I can't sleep, so...

[ There's a shrug, but it's shrouded in the half-dark of the room. Really, it's not all dark; the blaring light of the motel sign shines through the flimsy curtains. He glances at them now, staring with exhausted eyes. ]

Go back to sleep, alright? I'm fine.

[onasteelhorse]

Nah, can't sleep much either. [Whether or not that was the case didn't matter. He pushed himself up slowly to his feet and stretched out lazily.]

Where are you heading off to?

[allgeek]

[ Figures. Both of them are exhausted insomniacs. He cracks a weary smile. ]

Dunno. Going for a walk, maybe? [ But he's not moving now. Not at the moment, anyway. ] Didn't want to wake you up.

[onasteelhorse]

[He reached over for his boots to slip on, nodding.] Hold up, I'll come with you.

[Sam might want his brooding time, but Dean figured that wouldn't do him any good tonight. His brother and his stupid, big brain never that never rested...

Once his boots were on, he grabbed for his jacket.] You know, a drive would be warmer.

[allgeek]

Alright. [ He says, surprised. He's already got his jacket and boots, so he sort of lingers by the door while Dean gets up. ] You sure?

[ At the comment about the drive, he scoffs, lightly. ]

Yeah, probably. That's fine with me.

[onasteelhorse]

Yeah... better than laying around waiting to fall asleep, right?

[He grabbed the keys and headed outside, a smirk tugging at his lips. Been awhile since he just got to drive for pleasure.]

C'mon then... we'll see what this town has.

[allgeek]

Definitely. [ He cracks another smile, heading toward the car. ]

Yeah, right. You'll just pick out someplace to eat. [ He doesn't seem too mad about it, though, and yanks open the passenger door. ]

[onasteelhorse]

Hey, you don't know... midnight burger runs are awesome for insomnia, dude. You'd know that if you ate something besides salads once in awhile. [Sam needs to learn to appreciate junk!

Once they were both settled in the car, he got them started on the road, keeping an eye out for a place that was still open this late.]

[allgeek]

Says you. I don't want midnight indigestion.

[ He's still half-smirking when they pull out, though he does glance around occasionally, looking for a place to stop for a while. ]

... Can't remember the last time I got a good night's sleep. [ He mutters, more to himself, and he looks as tired as he's implying. ]

[onasteelhorse]

[He was about to tease right back, tell Sam that he's got an iron stomach and it never gets upset...

Then he catches that.

He eyes him quietly.] So, what's been keeping you up?