A quick and dirty hurt/comfort meme

[theboywhodied]

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Hurt/Comfort Meme

Your character has emotional pains---worry, anger, sorrow, whatever fits the mood you like. Basically, they're hurt. How they got that way is up to you! Other character tries to help out! It's that simple. Just pop the name and fandom in the subject line, draft up a relationship on the way if you need to, and get to it.

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Cedric Diggory

[theboywhodied]

Re: Cedric Diggory

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Since living with Cedric, and especially since they became a couple, Howard's done his best to hide the binge-eating. He's sure Cedric has suspected something for a while - after all, most people's boyfriends don't slip out for hours in the middle of the night or hide zip-locks of food in the back of the toilet - but he's at least managed to avoid getting caught in the act. And that's worth something to Howard.

Something that is crumbling tonight, when Cedric walks out of their bedroom to the sight of Howard curled up on the couch, trembling and in tears and eating mayonnaise out of the jar with his bare hands. Surrounded by empty bags and cans of ramen and pasta noodles and instant mashed potatoes and marshmallows. Terrified of something he can neither see nor name.

He holds his shaking, non-mayonnaised hand out in a mockery of a friendly wave, giving a feeble "hey".

[theboywhodied]

Though he feels a rising sense of dread, Cedric would be lying to himself to claim he was entirely surprised. They're from different worlds. Howard's always been different about food, always concerned that there's enough to eat and that nothing is wasted. And Howard does tend to disappear for hours at a time.

And this is the explanation. He walks over to the couch, sitting at a safe distance. It's usually safest to close the gap slowly.

"Hey yourself," Cedric whispers back. "What's going on?"

He doesn't expect an answer right away. He just needs an initial response to figure out which way to go.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Nothing."

Which is, obviously, complete and utter bullshit.

Howard's torn between reaching out to Cedric and eating more mayonnaise. He goes with the mayonnaise. He dips his hand into the jar and licks it off his fingers. He's shaking so hard that most of it ends up around his mouth rather than in it.

"I can't stop."

[theboywhodied]

"I see." He doesn't, but it's something to say as he tries to work it out. He knows Howard has lingering issues like this. There just needs to be a way to deal with it---hard, when he's never dealt with something like this before.

He pushes the box of tissues over, in case Howard feels the need to wipe his hands. "You're having nightmares?"

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Yeah. I mean, just the usual, nothing new or..." Granted, Howard never lets Cedric in on what constitutes 'the usual' out of some mixed-up combination of pride and shame and urge to protect Cedric from those sorts of things. He hiccups. "And I think I'm panicking. God, I'm just wasting all this food..."

He waits for Cedric's response to the revelation that his boyfriend is, in fact, completely mentally ill and just really good at hiding it. Ignoring the tissue box, he plunges his hand back into the jar.

"And I've already thrown up twice and I can't stop eating more. You have no idea how disgusting I feel right now."

[theboywhodied]

"I can fix the food problem," Cedric promises, flashing his wand. "You don't ever have to worry about that."

He waits patiently as Howard speaks, taking this slowly.

"No, I can't imagine I'd have an idea. But what would happen if you stopped?"

This is where he works out how to act next. Take the jar by force? Talk him down? He doesn't know.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"It doesn't matter that you can. I know you can. I know we're totally fine and I still can't stop." But as much as it frustrates Howard to have how totally illogical this is pointed out, at least Cedric hasn't come out and called it crazy.

"It's like...if I stop, everyone's going to drop dead. Or a jet's going to fall out of the sky and crash into the house. Or something awful. Like not those things exactly, but..." More mayonnaise. "That kind of dread. That intense of dread. As soon as I stop. And usually I can stop once I made myself sick but I'm just having a really, really bad night right now."

[theboywhodied]

"Yes you can," Cedric insists. It's all he can think to say. "Maybe not right this second, but you can stop. You have before, and you will."

Now how do they get from Point A to Point B? That's the question. He inches closer, tentatively extending a hand toward Howard's shoulder. "I'm here. I'm here to stay. And as long as I'm here, I'm going to fight whatever comes."

Howard Bassem | Gone

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

[theboywhodied]

Cedric's always been a fairly positive person. He prefers to look at the fixes they can make, the ways they can improve, and the things they have. The glass is always half-full, there is always hope.

Not this time.

He opens the door to their little flat slowly, as if afraid to enter. One might think the reason's obvious. Somehow, someway, he's gotten himself beaten up. Bruises line his arms, and there are probably a fair few cuts in there somewhere. Cedric doesn't like coming home injured, so on a normal day he'd fix it himself.

The problem? He can't. Not anymore. He's carrying a little bag of splinters that was once his last link to home.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard's watching Mystery Medical Diagnosis, his go-to program for 'it's educational but I don't have to use my brain'. Between the odd jobs and making up for four years of high school and a year of middle school, spoonfed learning is all he can handle in his free time. Without looking at Cedric, he says, "hey, how was your day?"

It's the cats that give away something is wrong. As if they can tell how upset Cedric is, they rush to his ankles and rub up against him. And that gets Howard's attention.

"Did you bring catnip or- oh my god." He jumps up off the couch and rushes over to Cedric. "What happened? Are you okay? Hold still, I need to check if your pupils are dilating right."

So sudden is his panic that it doesn't connect that Cedric should have already healed himself.

[theboywhodied]

Oh, cats. Normally Cedric would need all the catnip in the world to get them to leave Howard's side for him. At any other time, this would be adorable. Not now.

"I'll live. I don't even need a hospital. Nothing's broken, and there's no blood gushing out." It almost sounds like he's trying to be happy about this. It is something to celebrate---no hospital means no hospital bills.

But there's no hospital in this world that can fix what he's lost. That knowledge weighs heavily on his mind, too heavily for him to be able to bear acknowledging.

"It was a random attack." There. He can start there.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Sit down." Howard practically drags him over to the couch. "Let me take a look at it."

By now it's setting in that it's more than just the random attack that's gotten Cedric down. It's not fear in Cedric's eyes - it's loss. Sorrow. And Howard doesn't know what to do about that. His first impulse is to offer to get Cedric drunk, and a second thought is what makes Howard realize what incredibly terrible, messed-up reaction that would be.

"Tell me what happened." He gets his kit from off the shelf and sits on the coffeetable, across from Cedric.

[theboywhodied]

"I was jumped," Cedric starts, obediently taking his seat. One of his hands holds the other wrist---it's bruised, but nothing worse. The gashes are further up. "I guess I look too friendly. I tried to fight them off, but it didn't go too well. I only escaped when I got desperate, and that was when..."

He dropped the bag of broken wood on the table between them. If he looks closely, Howard might see the shiny unicorn hair that had been the core of Cedric's power.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"You do look awful friendly and naive. This'll sting a bit." Howard gets rubbing alcohol out and starts to swab the gashes with a level of tenderness that's usually completely foreign to him. The skill, however, isn't. He's very good at this.

"Oh." Howard looks over at the baggie and it all clicks into place. "Well, they make duct tape for that."

Whether Howard's trying to joke and cheer Cedric up or actually, legitimately considering using duct tape is up for debate (answer: he is legitimately considering duct tape).

[theboywhodied]

Cedric is grateful for the gentleness. He doesn't know how he'd handle anything rougher right now, not after...that. All he can think to do is reach down and pet one of the cats, as if that will calm him down.

"I don't think it'll work. If the magical core is damaged, no amount of tape can fix that," he says miserably, looking away from the bag. He can't stand it.

So many options, gone. It makes him shiver, thinking about how vulnerable he now feels.

Charlise/Kitty - Pokemon (Drifblim) OC -Anything goes.

[boo_blimp_babe]

If there was anyone out there who was incredibly hard to comfort, it was Kitty. If anything because she was overly defensive and hated admitting any weakness even when she was going through horrid emotional pain.

Right now she was simply walking down a dark and lonesome hallway, hat low and sweater high covering her face. All in all, she didn't seem like she wanted to be approached by anyone.

[starbolts]

"You are cold?"

Too bad, Kitty, you have a pest bothering you! She's floating beside you, staring with her bright green eyes.

[boo_blimp_babe]

Oh gods what? I mean what?! What?! Who the hell is this?!

Charlise jumped to the side and practically slammed against the wall in surprise as she looked over to whoever had startled her. Once her initial embarrassment was over, she narrowed her eyes in annoyance and glared.

"What the fuck is your problem?! Do you just randomly walk up to people and start talking?!" Kitty yelled as if it was a totally weird and unnatural thing to do!

[starbolts]

Starfire flew straight back against the wall. She didn't mean to startle! She glanced back over, sad and guilty.

"I only hoped to meet you," she whispered. "You are too sad for company, yes?"

[boo_blimp_babe]

"Too sad for what?" Kitty snapped back and then turned away intent on hiding her face. "I'm not sad, what the hell gave you that idea?"

And like he she would admit that to someone random who just showed up out of nowhere, girl or not.

[starbolts]

"You appeared lonely, and your face was not smiling," Starfire said rather bluntly, as innocent as ever. "This is sadness, yes?"

[boo_blimp_babe]

"Boy, aren't you just observant! Gimme a second while I go get you a reward!" Kitty said in an exaggerated manner.

Where did this girl even come from? And what was with all that cheerfulness and junk?

[starbolts]

"Do you have somewhere to go?" Just a question. She's not quite sure what to say at this point.