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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 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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[Matt can't sleep. It's getting annoying most likely, sitting up in bed, going over reports.]

[It certainly isn't helping her sleep.]

Matt.

[ There is a giant black hole leading to a parallel dimension, to which the legion of sweets D's consumed have gained passage. This monstrous alien cake species has come together under the rule of one petshop keeper, and now quietly plots and plans and waits to take over the living world.

This, Leon knows and can swear to in any court of law. He just can't prove it now. ]

For most people, it's dessert, and not the main meal.

[ But he chews on, politely, quietly pushing his plate on the table the way of the nefarious evil overlord to be. Best leave these things to those likelier to enjoy them. ]

I'm not here on active duty. You can kick me out, if you want.

[ ...or beg him out, given the statistical probability of a man the Count's size supposedly escorting anyone out of his establishment. Now, annoying them into departure (and an early grave), on the other hand... ]

[...He can't help it. Sometimes, even the shields he put into place aren't enough. Flipping a page he frowns at it.]

Yeah?

It's late. Really late. Go to sleep.

In a second. [He signed a report and then another.] I've just got to finish this.

['But he doesn't look okay. He looks tired, exhausted even.]

[So she sees. Finally.]

You can sign reports in the morning. What's going on?

I'm fine.

[No he's not. Being a telepath is hard.] ..You're the one who looks exhausted Al.

[Of course she is. They both are. But it's not like they can take vacations from this shit.]

You don't look fine.

[Castiel is listening from the other side of the world, where he's perched high up on the side of a mountain. It's peaceful and still and he has utter solitude... And then there's Dean.

But he isn't really upset, because if Dean needs help, then it's better to call him than to do nothing. Not to mention he's a little worried since Dean usually doesn't call for no reason, and so like a homing beacon he follows the prayer to Dean's location, appearing in a soft rustle of wings.]

What's wrong?

[He leaned back against the headboard and glared at her, laying against the headboard with his eyes closed.]

....Can't turn it off tonight.

[His voice is very soft.]

Do you feel the machines? I mean...they keep you up?

[She sits up, watching him, then.]

Sure. Sometimes.

[A lot of the time. It's why she hates it when a neighbor leave the tv on.]

How do you cope?

I mean I'm dying here.

[He set the papers aside to look at her.]

[She's not going to say that sometimes she doesn't or can't. Or that it's harder when he's not around. Without people to focus on, she's pretty sure that she'd have ended up locked in a mental ward or worse before now.]

Try to focus on one thing, one thought. Something not our own.

He doesn't even have to say it. The workaholic thing is kind of obvious. Texts at crazy hours, a whole lot of voicemail, and all the stuff he's got going on at once. The Morrigan must be pleased as fuck, probably why she doesn't go all musey on him or whatevs. And Kenzi totally understands! Yeah, she's kind of clingy sometimes, but she has her own stuff going on, too. That's not the issue. Making sure he takes care of himself is the thing here. That's where she gets concerned.

"...maybe Trick's got something that will help. I'll pop down tomorrow with my best pouty face and I bet he won't even make me trade for it." She'd probably have to use up a favour but he is so worth it. "You need a better dark fae health plan."

[One day, a year or so after the rooftop fall of Mister Sherlock Holmes, a man with a torn open arm is ushered into the waiting room at John's surgery. He has a handkerchief keeping the wound mostly clothed, but blood is still seeping through.

The similarity between him and the still-vanished Sherlock Holmes might be enough of a shock that they'll both need medical attention.]

[Not everyone can eat takeout and red meat all the time. When D's diabetic menace makes this world its own, then everyone will understand.]

Goodness, you mean I have control over my own business? How extraordinary.

[He is not above forcing anyone out with the, ah, help of a pet or five. But look - he isn't even shouting! No one has used any profanity! As conversations with Leon go, this is practically heavenly.]

We're closed. My apologies, but it looks like this is a social visit.

[Gosh, how odd. Let him just have another cookie.]

"Yeah, good to see you too." Stiles hissed as he knelt down in front of Riley, putting down his bat. He knew they were both in danger but he felt responsible for Riley, he couldn't just leave her. He licked his lips and tried the shackles if he could break them. But no luck. Maybe if he could pick the lock. But he could never pick any lock.

Seeing Riley in such a state broke his heart. No one deserved to be treated like this, especially not her. Stiles knew his eyes are glowing red now but he didn't mind. He had to get rid of his anger somehow and letting his powers leaking out of his body seemed to be a good way.

"Where's the key? And don't tell me it's in his pockets." he asked Riley. He had a plan for breaking the shackles without the key too. Boyd would happily assist, but he wanted to do this as quite and smooth as possible.

"I don't know. Try the table over there." She could see assorted things on it from where she was laid out, but her vantage point was limited.

The red of his eyes had her pulse speeding up, expecting to see him shift out of habit. But he wouldn't shift. He was human. "Stiles." She looked over at him when he went to the table to look it over. "I am glad to see you."

Even if it meant it put them both in danger, she couldn't deny that the idea someone was here for her, to help her when she'd thought she was alone out here... it felt good. Her ears strained for any sound that the werecat was coming back. She wasn't sure how keen his senses were, so she'd be the lookout for him, as best as she could. "Please hurry."

She didn't want to think about what the male would do to Stiles if he came back and found him here. An interloping male on his territory? Stiles would be dead.

[He snorts, his laugh a little sad.] Allison usually when I do that I end up reading someone's mind.

[He sighs] I'll be okay. I just....I will just tire myself out.

So, do that. This? Isn't helping. And passing out from exhaustion isn't the same thing as getting 'tired out'.

[He doesn't say anything for a moment.] ...You swear?

...yeah, sure.

[ Let records show that even as he's choking on his tea, because social visits are decidedly not as planned, Leon excuses. He barely catches his breath again, and he's faintly sure he should never touch again, but he. Excuses. ]

Don't get any ideas. We're not on friendly terms. We're...

[ Squinting for such extended periods of times is quite possibly damaging to his left eye; he keeps at it anyway. ]

Coexisting. Why're you here, anyway? Don't you ever go anywhere? [ Quickly - ] Anywhere legal?

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sure!

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it was just an illusionnn XD

Or not =)

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