Fan Fictions I would identify with -- and NEED to be posted or written
You know along with all this, I have a problem.
I have constantly been looking for stories, I guess you could call them Hurt Comfort Stories, but really their SICK Comfort Stories.
Something where the main character is in terrible physical pain, or ill.
Or has some illness that no one knows about. (They’ve been hiding it or what have you).
And then of course Mr. Savior comes along and either lessen’s the pain and helps the main character get through it, or deal with it.
And they live happily ever after, with the new spouse helping to lesson the Main characters pain.
OR
Which is fairytale, but okay also.
Mr. Savior comes along and CURES the Main Character.
I was hoping that with all the Sheppard Whump stories out there that there would be more of these. Ones where Sheppard, or Rodney, or Carson even, has to deal with some physical illness, some disease, and all the social and psychological aspects of it. How it affects them, how they relate to others. How they hide it. What their willing to say, show, and feel, and what their not.
How much their willing to let their spouse know. How mush their willing to let their friends know. How much their willing to even let their parents know, and employers. (Two groups of people who you NEVER want to know! *chuckling wry smirk!* :-) )
Then the other side of it.
How it makes the other characters around them feel, react, think, and whatnot.
How THEY deal with it.
Not only this new knowledge, but really this new person that they’ve never seen nor encountered before.
Because that’s always how they look at you and deal with you.
But anyway, ahhh...
Are they over protective? Constantly coddling you? Inadvertently Embarrassing the heck out of you by not letting you do for your self? Taking over for you in public, and every other way?
Making you feel like an invalid?
Or are they ignoring the fact all together? Treating you as they always have. Which is GREAT! But then when you’re unable to do something, or ask for some help, they totally ignore the fact you said anything AT ALL. And they don’t even lift a finger to help. When in the past they have, or might have at least a little.
Or being all rough and tumble with you, as though you’re perfectly fine, when in all actuality they NEED to be MUCH softer, and gentler with you. Not expecting that you can actually take that hit to the arm, or lift that weight, or be able to heal so quickly from, well, anything anymore. From a hang over, to being cut.
Then these very same people will turn around - In MY Experience - and tell you you’re weird, or stare at you like you have something wrong with you when say, that cut STILL hasn’t healed, or that bruise STILL isn’t gone, and infact it’s only gotten worse. (But only for the moment.) Or they get all upset, or so the same go what’s wrong with you stare when you say you can’t eat that, or you’re feeling ill, or you don’t want to go do whatever. And then if they ask why, and you merely say cause I’m tired, not telling them what’s really wrong, DUH! They go and stare at you and treat you like shit for it! >X-( *fuming!* ... Sorry. Got a little carried away there.
You still ACT the same, and joke around all light hearted! (Which is a pretty fucking GREAT act in and of itself! I say!) But they now treat you different! :-( *sad!* *knife stabbed in back, broken hearted, let down!*
And people who, if they DO help, they totally take over, and do not let you have any say what so ever. Which is BAD.
Or are they mean about it? Now treating you like you can’t do ANYTHING and are worthless. Leaving you in the dust, and not inviting you along for anything anymore.
Treating you as though you’re retarded along with being deaf and blind?
Looking down on you. Seeing themselves and all around you as superior.
Or heaping FAR to great, and/or harmful tasks on top of you now? Seeming as though their TRYING to make you fail, collapse, or bow out?
Yelling at you, telling you you’re worthless now. Or refusing to speak to you, or hardly speaking to you except for condescending tones.
Stuff like that.
And this is just touching on the tip of the ice berg!
So wow!
But yeah, you know? *puts hands out palms out, pleading gesture!*
You know?
...
But really, this is to all those who ARE sick, I guess.
But for ME, I just wish there were more stories that I could identify with.
Especially since I’ve been mute.
Unable to write them for myself.
I’m waiting on others.
Other authors to write them FOR me.
Which is WRONG I know.
But still.
It’s all I have, and can hope for at the moment.
Until my writing tongue is loosened.
Stories where they have to deal with the implications of having no friends, being poor, unable to work, or work for long periods, and MOST IMPORTANT for ME right now, not being able to even date, much less GET anyone to go out with you cause you look and I QUOTE: “Anorexic”
or as I like to call it, a Holocaust Victim, OR a Super Model. Cause really they BOTH have the same body mass. (And that doesn’t even bring into the equation the OTHER problems. Like NOW, being A-Sexual because of it, having acne that is so god dammed bad that you’re face, back and neck, looks like some back loose rock gravel road. And that’s just some of the problems. ALONG with being so god damned much pain all over constantly on top of this being so god dammed nauseous, and dizzy (eye sight fuzzy and double, unable to think. Which THANK GOD, now comes and goes! Mostly gone for now.) that just LIVING is torture. Don’t even MENTION being TOUCHED, NOR anything like a hug, or anything else for god sakes cause it’ll just make you BARF. And THAT would be SO god dammed HUMILIATING that there are NO words to describe it! >X-( (my WORST phobia is actually getting sick in public. Did you know that? I’d rather pass out. And did you know I actually have a phobia of barfing? It equals death to me. God damn I NEED a friend. *chuckles shaking head!* :-) ) Along with the shaking and sweatiness that you get cause you’ve hopped you’re self up for WAY to long just TRYING to have enough energy to LIVE for ONE god damned day! >X-[]!!!!! - so now you’re to dehydrated to see straight, much less THINK! - by the way NEVER tell you’re employer you’re sick. NEVER! EVER! Don’t even let ON that you’re FEELING ill! But that’s a WHOLE other story. Ahem anyway. Got carried away again.
*BLUSHED FURIOUSLY HUMILIATED!*
Sorry.)
Ahem
But you know?
But I’ve said WAY to much.
FAR more then I EVER expected to say.
Much less tell.
So now the world knows.
And I am shamed.
*turns away, bowing head into hand*
But yeah.
I just wish, in the end, that there were stories, fan fics I could identify with.
Something to like, almost comfort me, like, I donno, when I’m feeling crappy. You know?
I have constantly been looking for stories, I guess you could call them Hurt Comfort Stories, but really their SICK Comfort Stories.
Something where the main character is in terrible physical pain, or ill.
Or has some illness that no one knows about. (They’ve been hiding it or what have you).
And then of course Mr. Savior comes along and either lessen’s the pain and helps the main character get through it, or deal with it.
And they live happily ever after, with the new spouse helping to lesson the Main characters pain.
OR
Which is fairytale, but okay also.
Mr. Savior comes along and CURES the Main Character.
I was hoping that with all the Sheppard Whump stories out there that there would be more of these. Ones where Sheppard, or Rodney, or Carson even, has to deal with some physical illness, some disease, and all the social and psychological aspects of it. How it affects them, how they relate to others. How they hide it. What their willing to say, show, and feel, and what their not.
How much their willing to let their spouse know. How mush their willing to let their friends know. How much their willing to even let their parents know, and employers. (Two groups of people who you NEVER want to know! *chuckling wry smirk!* :-) )
Then the other side of it.
How it makes the other characters around them feel, react, think, and whatnot.
How THEY deal with it.
Not only this new knowledge, but really this new person that they’ve never seen nor encountered before.
Because that’s always how they look at you and deal with you.
But anyway, ahhh...
Are they over protective? Constantly coddling you? Inadvertently Embarrassing the heck out of you by not letting you do for your self? Taking over for you in public, and every other way?
Making you feel like an invalid?
Or are they ignoring the fact all together? Treating you as they always have. Which is GREAT! But then when you’re unable to do something, or ask for some help, they totally ignore the fact you said anything AT ALL. And they don’t even lift a finger to help. When in the past they have, or might have at least a little.
Or being all rough and tumble with you, as though you’re perfectly fine, when in all actuality they NEED to be MUCH softer, and gentler with you. Not expecting that you can actually take that hit to the arm, or lift that weight, or be able to heal so quickly from, well, anything anymore. From a hang over, to being cut.
Then these very same people will turn around - In MY Experience - and tell you you’re weird, or stare at you like you have something wrong with you when say, that cut STILL hasn’t healed, or that bruise STILL isn’t gone, and infact it’s only gotten worse. (But only for the moment.) Or they get all upset, or so the same go what’s wrong with you stare when you say you can’t eat that, or you’re feeling ill, or you don’t want to go do whatever. And then if they ask why, and you merely say cause I’m tired, not telling them what’s really wrong, DUH! They go and stare at you and treat you like shit for it! >X-( *fuming!* ... Sorry. Got a little carried away there.
You still ACT the same, and joke around all light hearted! (Which is a pretty fucking GREAT act in and of itself! I say!) But they now treat you different! :-( *sad!* *knife stabbed in back, broken hearted, let down!*
And people who, if they DO help, they totally take over, and do not let you have any say what so ever. Which is BAD.
Or are they mean about it? Now treating you like you can’t do ANYTHING and are worthless. Leaving you in the dust, and not inviting you along for anything anymore.
Treating you as though you’re retarded along with being deaf and blind?
Looking down on you. Seeing themselves and all around you as superior.
Or heaping FAR to great, and/or harmful tasks on top of you now? Seeming as though their TRYING to make you fail, collapse, or bow out?
Yelling at you, telling you you’re worthless now. Or refusing to speak to you, or hardly speaking to you except for condescending tones.
Stuff like that.
And this is just touching on the tip of the ice berg!
So wow!
But yeah, you know? *puts hands out palms out, pleading gesture!*
You know?
...
But really, this is to all those who ARE sick, I guess.
But for ME, I just wish there were more stories that I could identify with.
Especially since I’ve been mute.
Unable to write them for myself.
I’m waiting on others.
Other authors to write them FOR me.
Which is WRONG I know.
But still.
It’s all I have, and can hope for at the moment.
Until my writing tongue is loosened.
Stories where they have to deal with the implications of having no friends, being poor, unable to work, or work for long periods, and MOST IMPORTANT for ME right now, not being able to even date, much less GET anyone to go out with you cause you look and I QUOTE: “Anorexic”
or as I like to call it, a Holocaust Victim, OR a Super Model. Cause really they BOTH have the same body mass. (And that doesn’t even bring into the equation the OTHER problems. Like NOW, being A-Sexual because of it, having acne that is so god dammed bad that you’re face, back and neck, looks like some back loose rock gravel road. And that’s just some of the problems. ALONG with being so god damned much pain all over constantly on top of this being so god dammed nauseous, and dizzy (eye sight fuzzy and double, unable to think. Which THANK GOD, now comes and goes! Mostly gone for now.) that just LIVING is torture. Don’t even MENTION being TOUCHED, NOR anything like a hug, or anything else for god sakes cause it’ll just make you BARF. And THAT would be SO god dammed HUMILIATING that there are NO words to describe it! >X-( (my WORST phobia is actually getting sick in public. Did you know that? I’d rather pass out. And did you know I actually have a phobia of barfing? It equals death to me. God damn I NEED a friend. *chuckles shaking head!* :-) ) Along with the shaking and sweatiness that you get cause you’ve hopped you’re self up for WAY to long just TRYING to have enough energy to LIVE for ONE god damned day! >X-[]!!!!! - so now you’re to dehydrated to see straight, much less THINK! - by the way NEVER tell you’re employer you’re sick. NEVER! EVER! Don’t even let ON that you’re FEELING ill! But that’s a WHOLE other story. Ahem anyway. Got carried away again.
*BLUSHED FURIOUSLY HUMILIATED!*
Sorry.)
Ahem
But you know?
But I’ve said WAY to much.
FAR more then I EVER expected to say.
Much less tell.
So now the world knows.
And I am shamed.
*turns away, bowing head into hand*
But yeah.
I just wish, in the end, that there were stories, fan fics I could identify with.
Something to like, almost comfort me, like, I donno, when I’m feeling crappy. You know?