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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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

[whatyoulike]

In the extreme. So many limitations.

[She finishes with the butter and takes a nibble.]

I've almost been behaving myself.

[seesobserves]

Must be a market for your sort of thing in the underground. Deposed leaders, terrorists in hiding. You could get a flat share.

[whatyoulike]

[A flat share? Her brows raise, though of course he can't see.]

I could also take out an advertisement, as long as we're talking stupidity.

Eat something. [Both comments are made in the same mild tone of voice. She nudges the tray to within easy reach. The various finger foods each have a distinct smell so by that, if nothing else, he should be able to determine their identity.]

apologies for the sudden slow-tagging. busy work week.

[seesobserves]

[And there - a crack in his mask, just a fracture. Quickly concealed again. He leans back in the chair, spine relaxing a little.]

The circuitous route was pointless. [Now he reaches for the tray, slowly, a fingertip catching on the edge of it, then inching onward to select a tiny triangular sandwich.] You know I could've tracked the car's progress blindfolded.

oh gosh don't worry about it, I tag like molasses during the week

[whatyoulike]

[She'd suspected as much, yes. There's a pause while she chews and swallows another bite.]

Of course you could. It wasn't for you.

[With any luck all those unnecessary turns and backtracks had confused anyone who might have been inclined to set a tail. Mycroft, for instance. Or the press. Besides, Irene likes to be in control of her surroundings and, if she hadn't arrived early, they might have had to wait on tea.]

[seesobserves]

If Mycroft wanted to know where I was headed, he wouldn't need to use a tail. [Although it will take him longer to track where Sherlock's gone through other means, especially given all the twists and turns. And the press would have been unwelcome.]

Assuming John alerted him when he left the house, I'd say we've got a solid hour before he realizes where I am. Lucky they won't be looking for you. Only waiting to see when and if I emerge. Apparently his cripple of a little brother is too much a danger to himself.

[He raises the sandwich to his mouth, take a bite out of the corner.]

[whatyoulike]

His concern isn't unfounded. You are visiting me, after all.

[Though at least she's only a danger to his pride. He could do a lot worse as self-destructive impulses go.

She lifts the teapot and pours two steaming cups, careful to place his with the handle facing out and not too near the edge.]