tuesday: hurt/comfort

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Hi again, I’m still beckonade and today's theme is hurt/comfort. Who doesn't love making our favorite characters suffer just so someone else can ease their pain? It's a classic fanfiction trope for a reason, but feel free to put your own unique spin on the concept.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Primeval, Abby/Jess, Jess helps Abby recover from the traumas of the past
+ RPF, Taylor Swift/Selena Gomez, piecing Selena back together after yet another break up
+ The Flash, Caitlin/Iris, a quiet moment amidst the chaos

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[beckonade.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Abby/Jess, Jess helps Abby recover from the traumas of the past

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RPF, Taylor Swift/Selena Gomez, piecing Selena back together after yet another break up

FILL

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

When Selena shows up at her apartment, Taylor has a bottle of wine in one hand, and a plate of brownies in the other.

The brunette’s nose is red, her eyes puffy from crying, but Taylor expected that. Selena called her fifteen minutes ago, sobbing so hard the brunette could barely get words out.

Taylor didn’t have to guess. She knew from the quiver in Selena’s voice when the brunette calmed down enough to speak that he’d broken her heart again. Taylor went into full-on comforting mode immediately, and insisted Selena come over.

Taylor pours them both some wine and lets Selena select the first brownie, then leads her friend over to the sofa, pats the cushion beside her, and gets ready to listen.

Selena sips her wine and nibbles her sweet in between wiping tears as she details the fight they had this time, and Taylor nods sympathetically. The blonde knows she can’t speak too forcefully against him, because, no matter how much Taylor wishes it wasn’t, she knows this is just another temporary breakup.

If Taylor had her way, Selena would never see or talk to him again. Not only for Selena’s sake, but for Taylor’s, too.

It’s not that the blonde is impatient with her friend; it’s not that she blames the brunette. It’s that she knows he doesn’t deserve Selena, and there are people who would treat the brunette like the beautiful, intoxicating woman she is.

And by people, Taylor means her.

She’s in love with Selena, try as she might to deny or ignore it.

It hurts. It hurts seeing Selena this way, it hurts standing by knowing the brunette will go back to him again. (And again.) It hurts when she brushes some hair out of Selena’s still-watery eyes, because Taylor knows she will never be able to lean in and kiss those sweet lips, never get the chance to hold the brunette as a lover rather than a friend.

Taylor refills their wine glasses and suggests a slumber party to lighten Selena’s mood. The brunette seems like she would prefer to wallow a while longer, but Taylor’s cajoling wins her over soon enough.

They change into pajamas – the set Taylor loans Selena is far too long and a little snug, but Taylor thinks the brunette projects cute and sexy at the same time, a talent Selena has perfected.

They brush each other’s hair, give each other mani-pedis, take Cosmo quizzes and watch bad movies on demand. They laugh and joke, drink more wine, and polish off the brownies, and eventually Selena’s acting and smiling like herself again.

Taylor wishes he would get pushed off a cliff so she and Selena could do this all the time, whenever they wanted to, and not just to distract the brunette, but to make her happy.

It’s almost morning when they fall into bed. Taylor half-heartedly suggests she’ll sleep on the couch, but Selena wants to cuddle, and even though the blonde knows what it will do to her, Taylor says yes.

They snuggle up under the duvet, and Taylor clicks off the bedside lamp. Selena presses close, wrapping her arms tightly around the blonde. She sighs contentedly and tucks her face into her friend’s neck. Her breath tickles, and it gives Taylor goosebumps.

Taylor reminds herself that Selena is not hers. The brunette will go back to him, sooner or later. She always does.

The blonde sighs herself, less content. But soon she relaxes into Selena’s embrace. She’s drifting off when she hears the brunette whisper; I love you, Taylor, sleepily.

Taylor’s eyes blink open. She knows Selena didn’t mean it like that, but hearing the words still makes the blonde’s heart beat faster. Taylor nuzzles her face into Selena’s hair, listens to the brunette’s soft breathing, and when she’s sure her friend is asleep, she confesses;

“I love you, too.”

[beckonade.livejournal.com]

The Flash, Caitlin/Iris, a quiet moment amidst the chaos

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Sense8, Nomi Marks/Amanita, cuddling on the couch after a difficult day

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Sense8, Lito Rodriguez + Nomi Marks, their conversations always manage to make Lito feel better

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes (or T'Challa or Steve Rogers), patching each other up

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

MCU, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, comfort food

Fill MCU - Phil Coulson/Clint Barton - Pancakes

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

The diner was empty except for a lone waitress who was leaning against the pick up window chatting softly with the cook. She smiled, turning automatically at the sound of the bell jingling. Spotting Clint and Phil she waved then gestured toward the booth at the back the restaurant. She received a nod in response.

Grabbing a carafe of coffee she followed them down the aisle and waited until both men were seated. She filled one cup then the other then left the container sitting in the middle of the table.

"Pancakes," she asked already making a notation on her pad.

Phil Chuckled, though there was no humor in it. "Do I look that bad?"

She nodded, taking in the drawn look that came from ignoring pain too long then turned her attention to Clint who was hunched over his coffee, face turned down into the steam. "Yeah, Hon, you do. You both do."

"Yes, pancakes. Lots of syrup and extra butter, please."

"You got it." She stuffed her pad into the pocket of her apron and turned to go.

Behind her Clint reached across the table and took Phil's hand in his, holding it while they waited for the comfort and healing power of freshly made flapjacks.

[megan-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Donald Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, cuddling in a hospital bed

Fill: Donald Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan (+OFC) - Restful Slumber

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Visiting hours had ended fifteen minutes earlier and as was her job Emily stood and stretched. She was the youngest and the newest on the floor so that meant it was her job to wander the halls and politely, but firmly send all the well wishing friends and relatives on their way. She believed strongly that company helped patients heal, but it sleep was also a powerful recuperative tool and should be respected as well.

Her first stop was room 301. Mr. Strachey, was a new arrival from the emergency room and was being kept overnight for observation despite his protests. His partner, Mr Callahan, had signed him in and made it clear there would be no leaving until the doctor was willing to sign discharge papers. This was something that Emily was in full agreement with.

The door was slightly ajar and she knocked softly before letting herself in. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, when they did she noticed a pair of black dress shoes unlaced and perfectly lined up next to the bed. Looking up from the floor she realized that there were two bodies curled up together on narrow hospital bed. She called out softly. "Visiting hours are over. It's time to go," but neither one stirred.

She started to move across the room then froze when Mr. Strachey sighed before shifting closer. Not completely knowing why she turned away instead. She had a whole wing of visitors to shoo out the door and it would be just as easy to clear this room at the end of her round as it would be at the beginning. Besides, she told herself, the rest would do them both good.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Scream(TV), Audrey Jensen/Emma Duval, Audrey's been there for Emma ever since the first round of killings.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time, Emma Swan/Regina Mills, Emma is there for Regina after a miscarriage.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, "Comforting the one who hurt you."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, bringing ice cream after a break up.

Fill: Gundam Wing - Duo Maxwell + Hilde Schbeiker - BFFs

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"You brought mint chocolate chip, right?" Hilde watched as Duo unloaded plastic silverware followed by a carton of expensive ice cream.

"Of course." Duo grinned and pulled off the lid, offering her a spoon with one hand and the privilege of taking the first scoop.

"That's why you're the best." Hilde helped herself to large spoonful then nudged the carton toward Duo. He helped himself though his serving was a bit more circumspect.

"You'd do the same for me."

Hilde snorted then took some more. "As if you and Heero would ever break up. Besides, if he hurt you I'd have to kill him and then I'd be in jail and wouldn't be able to bring you anything."

Duo grinned. "We could stop at Sullivan's after I bailed you out."

"True, they do have the best soft serve on the planet."

Duo nodded his agreement and they ate in silence for a few moments, each lost in her or her own thoughts.

"You know he wasn't good enough for you, right. You didn't do anything wrong."

Hilde startled, looking up from where she had been staring into the depths of the carton. "I'm not perfect, Duo, but no I don't blame myself. Cheaters get kicked to the curb."

"Yeah they do." He paused then added softly. "You'll find someone who'll be good to you one of these days. Someone decent who will treat you liked you deserve."

"Here's hoping." Hilde held her spoon out and he clicked his against it sealing the deal. "Until then there is mint chocolate chip to drown my sorrows in and good friends who let me cry on their shoulder. Life could be a lot worse."

Duo nodded sagely and scooped out more of the frozen treat. "You got that right."

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Tara Chamber, Beth helps Tara mourn Denise.

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, castiel/ Sam Winchester, Sam is reckless and cas is there to comfort

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Benny/ samandirel, a hunt goes wrong Benny has to pick up ther
pieces

[key-sama.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Luke/Rey, loneliness is hard whether chosen or not

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Death Note, Matt/Near, After Mello's death

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ any, playing music to cheer up himself or someone else.

Fill 1/2: Musician 'verse

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

The four most disagreeable words in the world: “You owe me, Mer.” Rodney was certain he had in fact owed his sister something at some point, but surely he’d paid that back a thousand times over.

“I’ll drop her off at one. Thanks.” Jeannie hung up before Rodney could protest.

He’d been planning on spending the weekend with John, the first time they’d been able to just hang out together since Rodney’s run-in with the mandarin oranges. Now he was being saddled with his sick niece, who would require all his attention, and he wouldn’t see John at all, which meant there’d be no kissing.

I could still come over, John said when Rodney called to cancel.

“What? Why?”

To help you out.

“Oh. Well, if you’re sure. Jeannie said she’s not contagious, but you never know about these things.”

See you in an hour.

Rodney knew he was grinning, and he was glad no-one was around to see it. John continued to surprise him, and had more than proved himself more than just a one-night stand. He was sexy, in a slinky kind of way, but he was really smart too. And the fact that they were both hobby musicians was really cool. Rodney kept discovering new things he liked about John. He almost seemed too good to be true.

Madison was the first to arrive, with glassy eyes and a temperature. Jeannie got her all set up on the couch with her Captain America fleece blanket and all her meds.

“Thanks so much for doing this,” Jeannie said. “It’s just overnight. I’m texting you the number for the pediatrician, just in case her fever gets worse.’”

Rodney’s phone binged.

“Just keep pushing the fluids. She’ll eat a little broth, but not much else. You know how to reach me.” Jeannie kissed Madison on the forehead. “Be good for Uncle Mer and I’ll call you later, okay?”

“We’ll be fine,” Rodney said. “This isn’t my first time at the sick kid rodeo.”

“It’s your first time solo,” Jeannie said.

She looked like she might change her mind about going, and Rodney couldn’t blame her. A writer’s symposium? He was glad that Kaleb was finally a published author and everything, but really? Rodney was certain he was getting the best part of that deal.

“I won’t be solo. John’s coming over.”

“Oh. Really?” Jeannie’s gaze sharpened, her attention fully on her brother for the first time since she walked through the door. “Isn’t that interesting?”

“No, it isn’t. He’s just going to hang out for a little while.”

“Right. Kissing is okay, but don’t do anything that will emotionally scar my daughter for life, okay? I can’t afford the therapy bills.”

“Ha, ha. You’re hilarious. Don’t you have to leave?”

“I do.” Jeannie kissed Madison again, and then gave Rodney one as well. “Tell John I said hi.”

“Will you just go already?” Rodney pushed her out the door, then looked at Madison in sympathy. “Your mother is a lunatic.”

Madison nodded. She looked ridiculously adorable bundled up in her blanket, her curly blonde hair in disarray. “I don’t feel good,” she said.

Rodney consulted the medication list. “You have to wait another thirty minutes before you can have more Children’s Tylenol. How about a cool pack for your head?”

“Okay.”

Rodney fetched the cold pack and wrapped it in a washcloth before putting it on Madison’s forehead. “Is that better?”

Madison nodded again, and sent the cold pack slipping.

“Hey, you need to hold still.”

There was a knock at the door, and Rodney blushed like some kind of love-sick schoolgirl, sneaking her boyfriend into the neighbor’s house. He tried to get himself under control before he opened the door.

“Hey, John, it’s…mmph.”

John immediately pulled Rodney into a deep kiss, his tongue mapping every contour of Rodney’s mouth.

“Um. Hello to you to,” Rodney said when John finally pulled back.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day.”

John’s cheeks were a little flushed, and if Rodney’d had an empty apartment, there would already have been naked things happening. As it was, he ushered John inside and introduced him to Madison.

“I’m sick,” Madison said. “Uncle Mer is taking care of me.”

“I bet he’s doing a great job,” John replied in all seriousness.

Rodney consulted the list. “Okay, it says here you should have a little broth right now. I’ll warm it up.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any,

So hold me
Whisper gently that there's nothing to fear
You'll always be near
To remind me
To stand behind me
Although life can be rough
We can never give up

Fill : MCU, Captain America Civil War spoilers

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Rhodey/Maria

"You don't have to be here." 

Rhodey takes a break from counting ceiling tiles to look Maria dead in the eye, make sure she knows that he means what he's saying. Which she does, at least if the sudden flash of colour in her all too pale cheeks is anything to go by. The sudden set of her jaw is a dead giveaway too. 

"Is this where you try to be all noble and selfless and give me some speech about setting me free?" She cuts right to the chase - he wouldn't have expected anything else from her - and the scorn in her tone hits levels that have hitherto been only reserved for Tony Stark on his most trying days. 

"I've got a long road in front of me," he reminds her, glancing down at his legs, trying not to remember thst even with the best medicine money can buy, he might never again be the man he was. "And there are no guarantees..."

"There's one." Maria's chair scrapes on the tiled floor as she pulls herself closer to his bed. Her hand is warm when it closes over his, her touch bringing back memories of the firm handshake they'd exchanged on their first meeting on a SHIELD helicarrier when sparks had flown in more ways than one. "I love you." Her grip tightens on his and there's a thin film of tears in her eyes. She doesn't say those words much, certainly doesn't say them lightly, and only when he hears them does he realise how much he actually needed to hear them. "And I will be here for you, no matter what." She smiles then, a genuine smile, for all she looks like she's actually going to cry. "You don't get rid of me that easily."

For the first time in days, maybe weeks, Rhodey smiles. "God bless stubborn women," he mutters, turning his hand over in hers, letting their fingers lace together. "And the men who love them," he adds and that deepens the smile, as well as the colour on her cheeks - he doesn't say those words too much either. 

And then she leans forward and kisses him and he doesn't have to say anything at all. 

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, his son's first health scare

Not a Fill

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Now for the weird question, what's your stance on Alpha/omega fic?

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, clone!Jack, Who takes care of him when he's sick?

Fill: 1/2 (plus a little SPN)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jonathan knew he’d never been the best patient, not when he was married to a nurse and not when he had the best medical care the USAF could provide, but when he was his own patient? That was the worst. He’d never been a sickly kid, that much he remembered, but when something did hit, it hit pretty damn hard. He wasn’t old enough to buy the good drugs, and he was definitely in no fit state to take himself off to the local clinic (and getting his own health insurance when he turned eighteen was going to be a bitch, because his Air Force coverage would run out). So he called in sick to the garage, huddled in bed with orange juice, water, and half a dozen boxes of tissues, turned on some low symphonic music, and tried to sleep.

He came awake too slowly, the front door was open, people were already inside by the time he had a hand on his gun.

When his vision cleared, he saw Samuel and Dean standing just inside the door, Samuel with wide eyes, Dean looking wary.

Jonathan lowered the gun, de-cocked it, set it aside.

“Dad said you sounded like shi - uh, crap when you called in,” Dean said. “So we came to check on you.”

Samuel rolled his eyes. “I’m not a baby, you know.” He was just gone thirteen. “You can swear in front of me. Dad and the other mechanics do it all the time.” He had his arms full with a brown grocery sack.

Jonathan blinked. “Shouldn’t you be at school?”

“Doofus,” Samuel said, “school’s out for the summer, remember?”

Jonathan flopped back against the pillows with a sigh. “Right. Dean finally stopped skipping classes like a roaring delinquent. That you’re back in the shop full time must mean school is out.”

“Yeah, well, that fancy Academy of yours wants good students. Can’t be a good student if I’m not there,” Dean said, with no small measure of sarcasm.

Sam looked up at Dean with wide eyes. “You really want to be an Air Force Officer?”

Dean looked at Jonathan, then said, “Yeah. I really do. I think I could help a lot of people.”

“I wanna be a lawyer,” Samuel said. “Lawyers help people.” He plunked the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and began sorting out cans of soup, a bag of rice, a loaf of bread, a block of cheese, more orange juice and tissue boxes, cough syrup - the good kind - and cough drops.

Dean began pawing through Jonathan’s cupboards with startling competency.

“This chat about everyone’s future is nice and all,” Jonathan said, “but if you don’t want to catch my disease, you should probably, you know, leave.” He sniffled and reached for another tissue, blew his nose, crumpled it up and added it to the pile on the night stand.

“We’re pretty tough,” Samuel said. He was finally losing some of his baby fat, and Jonathan knew the kid was a quick study with a firearm and the Marine Fu that John Eric insisted his boys learn, but no one who looked at Samuel, with his floppy dark hair and bright eyes, would think to call him ‘tough’. “We don’t get sick easy.”

Dean put a pan on the stove and emptied a couple of cans of soup into it. Samuel measure a cup of rice and two cups of water into another pot and set it on the stove beside the pan of soup. Then he rooted around in the fridge for some mayo.

Jonathan watched them, a little dazed and confused and impressed by their kitchen competence. He knew their mother, Mary, had died when Samuel was just a baby, and even hinting at it made John Eric and Dean throw a wobbly, so Jonathan never did.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked.

“Making tomato rice soup,” Dean said. “It’s what you need when you’re sick.”

Jonathan blinked. “Um, I thought that was chicken noodle soup.”

“Nope. Tomato rice soup,” Samuel said. “And grilled cheese sandwiches.”

Dean poked through Jonathan’s spice rack and whistled, impressed. “You secretly Betty Crocker?”

“In your dreams,” Jonathan said, but he was a damn good cook compared to most boys his ‘age’, it was true.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, kid!Steve + kid!Bucky, Steve gets to take care of Bucky for a change

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Simpsons, Smithers/Moe, comforting each other after yet another day gone wrong

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Vampire Babylon – Chris Marie Green, Dawn Madison/Claudius, aftercare post-blood drinking

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

The Flash (TV), Leonard Snart/Barry Allen, loss of powers