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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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Excellent! Any memes look good for the next step, or should we SWS/journal/what have you?

[no good memes at the moment, we could probably freestyle on our journals instead. maybe when Cynric is finally calmed down, rested, and ready to work on Jarvis again.]

Sounds good. You like to start something, or shall I? (And should I be shooing you to bed?)

[butbutbut....not tired yet! much. maybe. I'll see what I can come up with for a start. who's computer was this and would they be willing to let Cynric take it home? Or would Cynric need to build his own holding computer?]

Sounds good. It would be Julien Smythe's computer, and I imagine Cynric would have to build his own.

[ okay, here's a starter post: http://jarvisconsole.dreamwidth.org/2283.html ]

Would this be back at home for them, then?

[yeah, that could work, I kind of left it open so you could go either way. maybe they worked on downloading him to a sort of flash drive so he could move him back home.]

"Yeah, well, that feeling was pretty damn mutual at the time."

Jim shrugged one shoulder and slumped back in his chair.

"We still wouldn't have made it there any faster."

[Garrrus' mandibles twitch ever so slightly. That's it? That's her response? No "I'm sorry" back? He had half a mind to call her out on it, just a quick reminder that their fight was equally her fault as it was his, and he almost does so, except... she's right. She's right about the fact that they can't afford to waste time and energy arguing with one another.]

[So pride takes a backseat to reason this once, although if his forcibly level voice is of any indication, he doesn't quite agree with her. Not entirely.]

Glad we could clear that up, then.

Of course Ayako-chan is harsh on her. She should have expected it. She did expect! These are the words she has wanted to hear all along; those questions. Because she holds the answers, right? She knows exactly what to say in response, because she did the right thing. Straightening up again, Miu moves her bag down on the floor. Slowly, but restlessly. Returns to an upright position, her head held high. She honoured Tomomin's family. She honoured her troupe mates and the Takarazuka management. She honoured everyone, everyone but Tomomin... Which is what Ayako-chan is telling her. Why didn't you? Why, oh why, didn't you go?

Miu has all the answers, yes, but the one she presents is meek, although her voice isn't. It's neutral, but strong still. "I had to fulfill my obligations to Takarazuka and also show respect for Tomomin's family. Tomomin would have understood." Then, an afterthought. "Mmn, I'm sure she would."

He considered for a moment to express his forgiveness further, but he decided with a far more simple route. Wish a cast of his glance down at the Captain, Spock simply said:

"I have a new family now, and I am glad to have it."

"We're glad to have you."

Didn't mean there weren't days when he wanted nothing more than to rip out Spock's bangs or shout himself hoarse, but there was always an implicit understanding that Spock wouldn't pack his bags and go anymore than Jim might boot him from the ship.

Things didn't run right without Spock there.

Obligations. That word. She uses that word, does Miu-chan, with such a casual attitude, like she's the only person in the world who's ever had to justify failure. She sounds too neutral, too unaffected; like explaining it away and making it sound pretty is enough to make it bearable. Feeling truly angry now, she rises from her seat quickly, movements jerky with emotion. She doesn't care about Kotori Miu's unacceptable love life. She doesn't care that her lover died. But this crazy compensation she's aiming for, this fake mask she keeps wearing, fooling everyone, making herself look better...

"What a stupid thing to say, Miu-chan." She stands with her back to the other girl, voice calm but her words slower than usual. It's a thing that happens when she's angry; her mind slows down, walks more carefully. She glances at herself in the full-body mirrors on the wall. Her hair has slipped out in strands, black tracking down her cheeks. Wow. Miu-chan really is insufferable. "Who would have cared? If they didn't even know! You would have been a stranger in the crowd, that's it."

[ really, lily? because ever and ever is a really long time. especially long, actually. but james doesn't really mind because lily took his hand and they're now sliding down the staircase and her laughter is exactly what he was looking for. so he just keeps the one hand around her middle with his hand on her lower back and he lets go of her hand with the other to reach into the pocket of his robe, pull out his wand and tap it along the staircase they're sliding down.

he really hopes this trick works because the last time he tried it he and sirius were in the infirmary for a week. so he taps the side of the staircase, and maybe holds lily a little closer, and he's laughing along with her just like before and hoping and hoping that the staircase moves to connect them to the next landing down...

not that he doesn't have a back-up plan, of course. he always has a plan b. this plan would just be much more fun. and less...possibly harmful to the two of them.

annndddd...nope. turns out james' luck isn't as on tonight as he would like, which means that they make it to the next landing but instead of that seamless transfer to the next set of stairs, lily and james go tumbling off the railing and sliding across the floor. but james is a gentleman, which means he maneuvers the two of them so that lily's more on top of him than anything, so when they fall and slide it's mostly james falling and sliding and lily's just kind of along for the ride. ]

[He flinches instinctively, even before she's finished prepping.]

Just get it over with.

[He clenches a fist tight.]

[While Yin isn't capable of understanding the full effect of such betrayal, she isn't completely unaware. A part of her does recognize this as a very serious matter. It might not be noticeable to Korra, but she's more intent on Korra, now. Her expression is just a shade more morose.]

Someone you were close with?

Uhura nodded, taking in the information. Kirk would be pleased .. to hear that the Enterprise was doing well. When he woke up. She couldn't think in terms of if he woke up. The medical staff had been horrified when they'd heard what McCoy had done; but they'd been out of options and unwilling to let him go -- and despite all logic dictating that Kirk ought to have died by now, his heartbeat was strong. He just hadn't woken up yet; the working theory now was that his brain was repairing the damage done by the radiation, and the coma was a good thing.

At least, that was the hope.

She glanced over just in time to see Scotty's hand move behind his back, and catch the expression on his face. Her lips twitched into a frown and she shook her head. "I would tell you it's all right, but .. I don't know, either," she managed, finally. "It's not all right, is it? But, all I know is that holding his hand .. it helps me and maybe that's selfish, but it's all I can do for him right now."

Her lower lip trembled and she looked up to the ceiling.

"That's all we can do right now."

"I know," he replies; contemplating the pale, still figure of their captain with a distant look in his eyes, mouth pressed into a thin line. "Don' know why I came t'be honest. Doc said there'd been no change." He shakes his head. "'Spose I just wanted to..." He's not sure how that sentence was meant to end. Whether he's here out of hope or guilt or duty or a mix thereof.

He groans quietly and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I was so bloody angry at him," he says abruptly, the admission he's been steadfastly repressing all week spilling out. He doesn't want to have been. He doesn't want to still be, and the fact that he can't help it only makes it worse. "An' then--" Damn the man and his total lack of anything even vaguely resembling a self-preservation instinct.

The bruise is still visible along his cheekbone, all faded shades of green and yellow where Kirk had decked him. He was never annoyed about that; it was a reasonable call under the circumstances. Unfortunately the well-buried hurt he can't quite get over is of a more insidious and intangible nature. And christ but he's furious at himself for not being able to just get over it. It seems so petty now.

[Close with? HAH!] Kinda. [Physically, at least.

She sighs and shakes her head.]

It's fine. I just need to get over it. [Easier said than done.]

Nngh...

[He moaned at how amazing the cold cloth felt against his head. When the rubbing came, he reached up to touch his hand with his own. Hmm, that was rare. Kisa-san's hands were so cold. Maybe it was because of the fever. Prior to that, he just felt like he was going to be in hell.]

Kisa-san, you should go home.

[She nods, sitting on the table in front of him.]

Keep your eyes closed...and try to hold still...

[And as carefully as she could, she begins by lightly dabbing the wound to clean it out.]

That we will. [Hopefully. But he will not hold it against Simon if he does not feel so inclined.

Mavros turns to follow Simon's gaze and then stands to bring the kettle over. Host and acting servant, his cousins would never believe it. Yet there's still some bit of him almost proud of being able to offer this.

Elua, who knew. He'll shift for a more comfortable thing since Simon started it.] Change it to 'ridden'. I like that better.

[Both mugs are filled with hot water quickly coloring. Mavros seats himself once more fiddling with the bag's string. Let the air settle from their flirtations. He'll give Simon a moment to begin on his own before he starts prompting.]

[ yes, he's still there—underneath all the pain and anger and hurt. agron won't forget who he is or where he's come from. he just might fudge the line from time to time when he decides to pitch a colossal fit.

he smiles, kissing him back and relishing in that moment. he wishes he could do more and wants nothing more than to just hold nasir. but, he can't. because of fucking romans. ]

Perhaps so. What does that say of you? [ agron sighs heavily and struggles to sit himself up. ] Keeping beside a fool.

[Food actually sounded amazing. He hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. Casually, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Penelope's forehead.]

Thank you. Leftovers and hot cocoa are just what I need.

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