h/c smut

[anonconda]

hurt/comfort smut; a multi-character post Bruised. Beaten. Stabbed. Sapped of energy. Tricked. Mentally played and abused. Perhaps you've even seen your home world destroyed, depending on how Homestuck you are. Any way you slice it, characters go through a lot of crap. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see them get pampered and taken care of when they're ailing. In canon, they may not have someone who can provide them with care when they're injured, support and love when they're sick, and physical intimacy all around. In this post, AU or other scenarios can provide them with a caretaking partner of their very own (or, maybe, someone to take care of, if the reverse is their preference). So, for once, weary traveler, you don't have to carry that weight all by yourself.

to bring you out of the darkness; The injury may not be a temporary physical or mental one, however. Some characters suffer more deeply, even if they don't know it. Darkness covers their hearts, they're withdrawn, insecure, angry, or lonely. They need someone to reach out to them and show them unconditional love. This post can provide that, too. Whether it be the cliche and shameless "changed by your love" trope or something more subtle like getting someone to open up, the characters here can offer that and more. All are welcome, they just have to take that first step. » Comment with your character, canon, preferences, and info about what your character's role would be, if you'd like. » Reply to others. » Thread.

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[whatmenfear]

Surprised, "well, I suppose that's a fair point. Do you have anything particular in mind? I'm afraid I've yet to really take in the sights beyond here and parts of the university campus."

Nothing too untoward there, though. If one were inclined to check they'd find that a Stephen Harker had been a guest lecturer for English Literature department.

[perilousness]

"I don't know-- just out," she said, clearly not having planned any of this. Caroline was just making it up as she went. It seemed like a good idea, and she really didn't want to be alone after the terrible day she had. She may have purposely went to the coffee shop to see if he was there.

i swear to god i'd responded to this in my mind. further proof it needs to be the weekend already.

[whatmenfear]

It's entirely possible that, in between the ocassional errand, he would drift past in the hope to find her there.

Except, of course, that that really wasn't the sort of thing one went about admitting for rather obvious reasons. Vlad laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "All right."

Haha. Well at least it's Fri now-- I may time skip in the next tag or you can, to getting to an apt

[perilousness]

"Great," she cheered up when he agreed before getting up and putting her mug in the dirty dishes bin. Coming back, she grabbed her purse and jacket before making a 'I'm ready' look.

"We can just walk around."

yesss. i'll happily do the deed.

[whatmenfear]

It turns out that, really, a change of scenery was just what the doctor ordered. It wasn't that the coffee shop meetings weren't fun but this, taking in the down - admittedly, during overcast weather - was unexpectedly enjoyable, particularly with Caroline as a guide.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. Curiously reluctant to see the evening come to an end, Vlad tucked his hands into his jacket pockets. "Would you care to come up? Have a nightcap."

:)

[perilousness]

They had walked together for a little while until the sun had finally set. They ended up at his apartment, and while she should really get back, Caroline kind of didn't want to. She liked this. She liked where this was going. She turned toward the street for half a second, debating. Then her face lit up. Fuck it, why not?

"Yeah, that sounds great." Anything to not return to the whole packing up her dorm and figuring out where she was going to live.

*grovels*

[whatmenfear]

It's a modest sized apartment, comfortably furnished. There is little in the way of personal memorabilia - though this could just as easily be explained by the several large packing boxes tucked into various corners - but there is a definite sense of life, of being lived in.

Dumping his keys on the kitchen counter, he invites Caroline to make herself at home. "You're going to have to forgive me," he offers by way of explanation both for the state of the apartment and the lack of contents of his refridgerator, "I don't entertain much."

There is, however, a fairly nice red wine that will suffice.

No worries

[perilousness]

She looked around, not saying much. Most of her judgment was internal, but nothing overly critical. He hadn't really moved in, and it just made her wonder why. When he looked back at her, she just shrugged. Dumping her purse in the couch, Caroline moved to sit down next to it.

"I live in a dorm room. Anything is a step up from that." Even if their dorm had a fireplace.