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scealaiscoite · 1 year

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forced proximity prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— “is now a bad time to tell you i’m claustrophobic?”

— “i never noticed your [insert feature/trait] before. it’s cute.”

— “this might be a bad time to mention it, but i really like your cologne/perfume.”

— “god, here- just hold my hand.”

— “what if y- “¹ “if you seriously propose that i sit on your lap, i will kill you.”²

— “i’m scared.”¹ “i know. but i need you to stay calm, okay? breathe with me.”²

— “i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.”

— “not that i’m not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?”

— “we never speak of this again, do you hear?”

— “never figured you for this much of a cuddler.”

— “i know you don’t like being touched, but there’s not that can be done about that now.”

— “your eyes are really pretty up close.”

— “you’re not okay, you’re shaking. what can i do? please, just let me help you.”

— “i never noticed how good of a hugger you are before.”

— “your heart’s beating really fast, i can hear it.”

#prompts #i’m a sucker for this trope it’s easily one of my favs #forced proximity #forced proximity prompts #dialogue prompts #trope prompts #fanfic tropes #hurt/comfort prompts #rp meme #whump prompts #otp prompts #imagine your otp

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droptheprompt · 1 year

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hi can you do some forced proximity prompts? thank you!

I can try :)

A and B are forced to hide in a tight space to escape. It makes things a little complicated that B is claustrophobic.

A and B hate each other but have to share a room to lower the cost of their living.

A gets assigned as B's dance partner for half a year-long course. Switching partners is unacceptable.

Seven minutes in heaven.

A gets on an elevator, hoping to finally get home. Unfortunatelly, their annoyingly loud neighbour catches the elevator too. Even worse, just as they are about to reach their floor, the elevator gets stuck.

Getting squished together on the back seat of the car during a roadtrip.

During a skiing trip, B gets injured and has to stay at the lodge. To keep them company, A stays too while the others go out. Problems start when the power goes out due to a snowstorm, forcing them to share blankets to keep warm.

A wants to go to an attraction in an amusement park, but 'what do you mean this is only for pairs and I have to go with this complete stranger?'

Sharing an umbrella during a sudden rain.

Hope these helped :) Take care!

#otp #imagine your otp #platonic or romantic #otp writing #writing prompts #writing ideas #fluff prompts #angst prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #friends to lovers #fanfic prompts #imagine your ship #otp prompts #forced proximity #prompts #story prompts #villain x hero prompt #prompt list #droptheprompt

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son1c · 1 month

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i'm thinking so deeply about my sonic prime au... of course, sonic and the boscage crew succeed at their little game of hacky sack. sonic catches the shard right as he grabs hold of shadow's hand and they both get zapped out of there. the prism shard falls to the forest floor and the megaflora is FURIOUS at they lost their precious "gift"... their rapacious roar follows him out into the void, but it's already over. they can't reach him or shadow anymore. as the two of them pass through the gate to no place, sonic curls around shadow (who hasn't moved or said a word) while their momentum sends them into a free fall.

in an awesome moment of coincidence, there just so happens to be a small wooden skiff floating empty in the vast sea below them. sonic manages to point himself and shadow toward it, and they're able to get on board (though sonic basically had to drag shadow's limp body over the side). the boat is in pretty rough shape, with seaweed growing over the bow and a strong sense that no one has used it in many years. but it still floats, and that's better than treading water, so sonic is grateful.

sonic hasn't let go of shadow. they're both sitting in the boat, but shadow has this dead-eyed stare to him that freaks sonic the fuck out. he saved him, right? they're in a totally different world now, so the plants can't get to him anymore... right? well, yeah. that much is true. but after spending weeks under their green thumb, shadow's not unchanged.

behind that blank stare, shadow is waiting for the plants to tell him what to do. but it's so deafeningly quiet that it unnerves him. it wakes him up. slowly, he comes to his senses. and that's when he asks sonic if he's free and those sketches i made take place. after being forced to work and move and fight nonstop for those weeks by the plants, shadow is exhausted. he's finally free... and that means he can finally rest.

and sonic could wake him up. he could be like, well, i'm happy you're back, but we gotta save the universe NOW... but he's already fucked up once by ignoring his friends. he already destroyed the universe once by being hasty. so, he doesn't do that. and he lets shadow sleep as the little boat rocks softly on the waves...

i think shadow wakes up first. and for a minute, he's back to that almost catatonic state like, he's suffering from Plant Withdrawal(TM) or something. but then the disgust settles in and he snaps out of it again. finally, he remembers where he is and who he's with and he's able to take in, for the first time, just how BEAT UP sonic is. because it was no east task fighting through a whole jungle of killer plants just to save him. and ofc sonic wouldn't show it... he's tough... but shadow can see with his eyes that he's injured.

so he uses his chaos powers to help sonic heal. and when sonic wakes up he feels really good, and can see the last of the glow fading from shadow as his powers recede. and he understands without words that that was his "thank you."

but yeah, i wanted them to be alone for this so they could have a cinematic moment where the sunrise is coming over the vast sea, and they have a little handshake of understanding, and sonic grins his wide determined grin and things finally look like they're gonna start getting Better. like maybe they Can do this. now that they're working together. now that shadow understands that sonic truly regrets his mistake and is willing to do ANYTHING in order to fix it... which sonic proved by nearly destroying himself to save shadow. yk? i just think it really works.

#it also makes shadow's comfort at sonic's proximity in the latter half of the show make more sense. imo #but also thinking about shadow subconsciously gripping sonic in his sleep because of the fear of being swallowed by the plants again... man #text heavy #anyways. i'm insane sorry guys #10verse

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feeshies · 2 months

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I did as much research as I could before getting a cat, I lived with baby locks on my cabinets for months so I could get used to it, I spent 45 minutes with an employee at the shelter bombarding her with questions, and I still worry every day that I'm fucking up.

Anyway, watching old episodes of My Cat from Hell has been comforting in that aspect

#Nemo still leans or steps away when I move to pet her #even after sitting on the floor with her quietly for a while #but I just take that as a sign to...leave #then she'll go hide for a bit #and then she'll come out into the living room while i'm working #she's very comfortable with my apartment #she's tolerating my presence #but she's still not sure about my proximity #which is fine #i knew she'd be a slow burn but she'll sometimes eat treats out of my hand and we play every day #so that's something

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symphonyincoordination · 11 months

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Forever thinking about how he brought that hat all the way to the front with him

#mash #mash 4077 #max klinger #was it's proximity a comfort to him?

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mayhaps-a-blog · 3 hours

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You know, I'm not convinced that Charles actually likes Crystal as more than friends.

They're obviously good friends - Charles likes Crystal's snark the first day they meet, and is sympathetic to her issues; she in turn challenges him in ways Edwin doesn't, and he can talk to her about things he doesn't talk to Edwin about.

(I suspect he's afraid Edwin won't understand, like with his anger at being dead, or would feel hurt or even jealous, like with his parents - Edwin's being very dead and all. They're both very clearly afraid of losing the other, although it's played out more obviously from Edwin. Crystal breaks that stalemate - she needs them, and isn't going to leave over Charles's issues or Edwin's masks.)

But he starts flirting before they even really know each other, based just on "cute girl = flirt". And he never really escalates past that - he's not pushing for closeness, he's earnest in his attempts to help but there's no sense of desire behind it. He doesn't talk about her when she's not around, doesn't sigh or smile or make eyes at her or anything, except for the occasional "oh right, flirting!" moment. When he kisses her, it's in reaction for her demand for something real - and it seems to catch them both by surprise. Once they're "together", he's ready to kiss whenever they're alone, but easily accepts Crystal's request to just be friends.

Charles says that what he misses most about being alive is kissing (that and spaghetti :) ). Even when he kisses Crystal, he admits he can't feel it - it's only in his head.

I don't think Charles actually has a crush on Crystal. I think he misses being alive, and all the things that come with it - flirting and kissing and being a 16 year old boy daydreaming about the prettiest girl in class. I think he saw Crystal, a girl his age who was 1) alive and 2) could see him, and was so excited about the possibility of something that he jumped right in with both feet.

Crystal, meanwhile, feels like she's on the nicer kind of rebound - Charles is nice, and sweet, and backs off when she says no, unlike her abusive ex. He's a safe person to get back in the game with and feel good dating, and can help her learn to trust again.

Give them a few months and they'll figure it out. Once the novelty wears off, they'll both realize they're just fine as friends, and move on together :)

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silli---lilli · 9 months

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Part 3 - Blind Soap and Wounded Ghost/Soulmates

I'm making twitter vote in a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' style thread :) This was part two, part three will be up soon based on their choices.

Part 1 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/silli---lilli/727957218306162688/part-1-blind-soap-and-wounded-ghostsoulmates?source=share

Part 2 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/silli---lilli/728120391412957184/part-2-blind-soap-and-wounded-ghostsoulmates?source=share

AO3 whole fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50092006

Johnny has been temporarily blinded, Ghost had a private room to deal with his wounds until Soap gets moved in. Ghost has the mark of a soulmate appear.

TW: Injury

Simon did get in the shower after turning it on, realizing he couldn’t reenter the room yet, he couldn’t even look at his own face to see if it was passable. So, then, he had to wait until the nurse left. Johnny would never know what his face looked like. Not while they were boarded together, anyway.

Johnny wouldn’t know. His first thought upon finally calming down enough to fit one in was that he should make his exit as quickly as possible. But Johnny wouldn’t know. He would never know the scar matched, he wouldn’t see Simon’s body, and more importantly, he wouldn’t see his own where he must be wearing Simon’s pain. That nearly made him sick again.

And by the time he had cleaned himself off and exited, he was having…other thoughts. Like how he could stay, he could get some real taste of what it was like to not be chased off, to not be feared, to not be pitied. He’d noticed the scar and convinced himself that whoever wore the matching one deserved to never be aware of him, to never carry his weight, and he realized he could still have that but in the presence of something that had become a comfort to him.

He wondered if Johnny even noticed his new scars, or if he cared. Simon Riley was no talker, he had never learned to truly connect with another human being, but he suddenly wished he could. A small voice, one he smothered as quickly as he could, spoke of the hope that maybe Johnny would get to know him this way and learn to accept him before he ever felt it was forced upon him.

A strange thing to ask of the universe, considering it had made him this monster in the first place. Price had worked so hard in the beginning to teach him that all the loss and all the torture wasn’t something he deserved. That Simon Riley put himself in harm’s way for the good of others, that didn’t mean he deserved punishment. And Simon had accepted that, he had accepted himself, at least the man in the mask, and that was enough. He’d known it was a possibility, but he hadn’t expected this. He hadn’t expected the same universe that had ripped him apart time and time again to then make him whole at the end of the hall in a hospital with a man he knew would rather be anywhere else.

He exited the bathroom and went back to his bed, quite sure the heightened sense in the sightless man would make his racing heart audible. But Johnny said nothing to him, and he lay on his back, his face turned away, unable to look at him. His hope was quickly crushed by how unfair it was. It was so obvious to him, from the first moment he entered the room, what a light John Mactavish was. He was always hopeful, kind, respectful, Simon never heard hate in his voice, not even in speaking about his injuries.

John was young and fit and handsome, he would go on about his life and never be lonely and never wonder if anything would fix him. And Simon would always know what he’d missed out on. So he decided to stay. He decided to drink every minute more that they were safe there together like the antidote to his poisonous soul and they would heal and move on and he would always remember that the universe matched him to something so beautiful, in spite of his ugliness. It pulled at the muscles in his chest and made his throat tight. He was never given anything unless it was to be lost, and already he dreaded it.

He wondered if the nurse had given Johnny bad news when she was there, because he was so quiet. He didn’t speak to Simon at all, and he didn’t sleep either. He reclined, his eyes closed, but Simon could tell he was awake. Tense. He stared at him even though he knew Johnny knew. He wondered if he might be able to somehow convey that he wasn’t alone.

“You think you’ll go back to the field soon?”

Johnny heard Ghost’s voice from across the room and it startled him but not enough for him to jump. Still, he let his eyes open, feeling the cool air touch them even though he couldn’t see. He had told the other man that he knew when he was being watched, and it was no different then. It wasn’t beyond him to realize that the question was meant to make him think about something else, to be positive, it wasn’t purely out of curiosity. It was the second act of kindness out of the man that couldn’t speak his own name.

“I hope so.” Johnny answered him, though his voice sounded as dark and empty as the soul he spoke from.

He knew only a few things for sure, that his blindness wasn’t leaving any time soon, maybe ever, that he was in no shape to be back in the field otherwise, mentally or physically, and that the pain in his leg wasn’t his. Not really. He’d asked the nurse to tell him of his other injuries again and a few of the aches he felt weren’t from his own mishap.

She’d looked at them. Described them. Unless he’d forgotten his own body, he knew they were someone else’s and his heart sank slowly. He couldn’t be someone’s soulmate, because his life would always be this. Fighting, fighting enemies, fighting inadequacies, fighting life-altering injuries. Who could understand that? Who could be bettered by it? He was lost in his own mind, he didn’t want a focus other than work, and he’d lost that by getting hurt. Now he’d lost it permanently.

He didn’t have any desire to say any of it to Ghost. He didn’t think Ghost would have a lot of sympathy for him, he already looked weak in front of the Lieutenant, all he wanted was to get through the next little bit until they were separated, either by positive prognosis or by growing too tired of each other. The thought was cold to him. Ghost wasn’t a warm person, but not being alone in the room at all was a warmth he needed.

“It’s time to sleep, Johnny, you ought to try.” Ghost’s voice sounded…different. More human somehow. It intrigued Johnny enough to make him sit up, lean to hear it better.

“I figured, based on how quiet you are.” Johnny shifted. “But you’re not sleepin’ either.”

Simon waited a moment before answering. He wasn’t sure what he should say, that he didn’t want to see his nightmares yet, that the bed was uncomfortable, that his instinct was keeping watch.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well, what’s on your mind, then, Ghost? Tell me something.”

“Mm.” Simon hesitated. He couldn’t tell him the truth. “My team rolls out tomorrow. I was supposed to be leading them.”

Johnny laid his head back again. He’d been curious before but it wasn’t until that moment that he wanted to see his companion so badly it brought tears to his ruined eyes.

“You miss it.”

It wasn’t exactly the quiet statement Simon had expected. He swallowed. “Suppose I do. It’s all I know.”

Johnny suspected that wasn’t true. He had a feeling, a suspicion that it was all Ghost knew then, that it was what held him together. He guessed he knew plenty of other things he wished he didn’t.

“I miss it, too.” Johnny sighed. Simon was unsure if he should continue. He was unsure if he knew what to say at all.

“Guess that makes two of us.”

Johnny woke again, not realizing he had fallen asleep. A presence was closer to him, but it wasn’t a nurse or a doctor. And the noises around him were still small and quiet, if it was morning it was early yet.

“Ghost.” He stated.

It seemed too forward to acknowledge his presence, but he knew it was his. He felt a little different. Large, rough, but not threatening. Not dangerous, not to Johnny. He heard the other man turn toward him instead of away and it gave him a rush.

“Didn’t mean to wake you.”

He was at the window looking out again, only this time wishing for the open sky and dirt under his feet. His nightmares were bad again, though no different, really. The power that had kept him alive, his physical and mental strength, failed him. In waking life and in sleep. He hadn’t meant to wake Johnny. He had meant to stand closer to him.

“What’s wrong?”

Johnny ignored the apology, unsure whether Ghost had woken him or not. He doubted it. He was more at ease with him there, at the foot of his bed.

Simon couldn’t tell his soulmate what was wrong, not then, so he went with a different, equally damning truth. “My name is Simon.”

Johnny could hear that he had turned back to the window to say it. Like he was ashamed.

“Hmm.” Johnny hummed. “Simon. It’s a nice name. Biblical.”

Simon huffed a laugh. It covered the emotion brought up by hearing Johnny say his name for real. By choice. “I suppose so.”

He could tell Johnny was still…down. That he was somewhere else, and not just because he was tired, or because he hadn’t healed yet. Maybe he had nightmares, too. Maybe he was as lonely as Simon.

“It’s a long way down from up here.” Simon mumbled, breaking the silence again.

“You could have said we were in hell and I’d believe you.” Johnny mumbled in response.

It was him. It was Simon. Maybe Johnny didn’t know they were bound but already the little bit of Simon that he couldn’t hold behind his walls was weighing the man down. Staying was a mistake. He was going to do this forever if he wasn’t careful. He would always make Johnny believe he was in hell. He was shocked it was already beginning—

“Do you believe in soulmates, Simon?”

Simon startled out of his spiraling thoughts and took a step closer to Johnny’s bed. Of course he believed in them. It wasn’t something you could dismiss, it was scientifically proven and fairly common.

“What do you mean, do I believe in them?” He cleared his throat. “I’ve seen a few.”

Johnny felt him shift uncomfortably, but he didn’t move away. “I just mean,” he spoke with his hands again, “do you think the bond is what everyone believes it to be?”

Simon shifted, thinking. A fair question. The connection was romanticized to no end though it was possible to be matched to someone who would only abuse it. But it was believed to be beautiful in more realistic ways, that it strengthened both, that a bonded soul would live longer, be happier, lose it’s awful, painful longing and settle into a true happiness.

“It can be, sure.”

Simon was unashamed as he turned to watch Johnny. The younger man clenched his light blue eyes. “I don’t think I’m meant for it.”

That, he could agree with though it didn’t negate the truth. “I feel the same.”

“I feel so trapped. Even opening my eyes doesn’t make the nightmares stop.”

The change in subject, the harsh admission caught Simon off guard. He unfolded his arms and turned toward Johnny again. Maybe it wasn’t him, then, unless the darkness Johnny saw was somehow attributed to his own darkness. It was the middle of the night, they were alone, they both ached, and only one of them knew they were connected in a supernatural, irreversible, incredibly beautiful way. Going to him wouldn’t change that.

Johnny felt Simon lay his hand at the edge of the bed, far enough that they didn’t touch. “You’re here, John, with me. The nightmares aren’t real even if they don’t stop.”

“What color are the walls?” Johnny’s voice was almost a whisper. He was embarrassed by the display, but Simon made no move to leave.

“They’re white.” Simon said, his voice steady, calming. “The cabinets are gray. It’s boring, except for the window. I can see most of the city from up here.” His hand got closer, still not touching. “We’re on the tenth floor, Johnny, not in hell.”

Johnny nodded. “No one came for me out there. I wasn’t found until the next day, they were surprised I was alive, but I hadn’t gotten far because I couldn’t see, I had no comms. And no one is coming for me now.”

Simon did, though, didn’t he? However the universe had decided to spell it out, Simon had come for him. And maybe it wasn’t a comfort, having him there, but it was better than being alone. His hand finally connected with Johnny’s sprained wrist and he gripped his arm just above it.

“I’m here.”

He was unsure what else to say, he had no other comfort to offer though it seemed an incredible injustice that people in Johnny’s life seemed unwilling to care for him in what was an obvious time of need. It broke him in a way. He had no family, he would always be alone but somehow having one that didn’t seem to care felt worse.

Just as quickly, he walked away. Johnny hated that he found some comfort in the interaction, even though he was sure it should have felt strange. Knowing the man’s name made him seem familiar.

A few days later, after having soft, meaningless conversation, often late, when they couldn’t sleep, Simon watched as two nurses helped Johnny stand, walk from one end of the room to the other. The rest of his body was healing well, he needed to be moving around a bit, and he could get familiar with the room. It would help when he transitioned home, he would know how to learn his space.

Simon was in a horrible, gut-wrenching, ill, painful amount of trouble. Because he didn’t want him to go. He wasn’t quite done yet, he was getting attached. He had always known that was the danger of having a soul at all but try as he might, he’d never been able to get rid of it. He didn’t say much to Johnny that evening, beginning to prepare for the feeling of losing him, like he’d expected.

But later that night, he woke to the sound of movement and cracked his eyes to see Johnny standing, both hands pressed to the glass of the window. He heard Simon sit up and turned his head, lowering his hands, waiting to see if he was truly awake or just moving.

He heard him sit up, put his feet on the cold floor. He heard Simon stand, and walk toward him. He waited until he stood beside him to speak.

“Describe it to me.”

It was gray and cold and drizzly outside, so Simon lied. “It’s completely dark. I can see the stars tonight, though, in spite of the city lights. Not many drivers at this hour, but I can see the buses running.”

“This hour.” Johnny muttered.

“Around 3.”

Johnny just nodded, his hands gripping the sill. “You’ll leave soon, yeah?”

Simon knew what he meant but he couldn’t stop the response that fell out of his mouth. “If you’d like me to.”

“No.” Johnny’s unseeing eyes were wide at the night out the window. “I don’t want you to.” He turned his head slightly, speaking again in Simon’s direction. “I wish I knew what you looked like.”

This time Simon turned away, back to the glass. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do. No one else wanted to be here with me, Simon, except for you. I know you could have asked to be moved to an available room if you wanted.”

“Putting you in here means there weren’t any available rooms, Johnny.”

Johnny just nodded, a slight smile breaking his cold façade. “Surely someone has died since then.”

“I’m used to working alone.” Simon attempted to justify a want he didn’t even have.

“This isn’t work.”

Simon shook his head. Johnny marveled at the fact that he could hear it, he could nearly feel the energy of every movement the taller man made.

“You’re right, Johnny, it’s not.”

“Come on, Simon, let me see you.” Johnny turned, backing away from the wall, the only thing steadying him.

Simon knew what he meant, and it horrified him. He hated that anyone could see his face, and his scars, he swore he’d be dead before he let anyone touch them. Most of the scars on his neck and face were old enough that they wouldn’t appear on Johnny’s. For that he was thankful. Johnny never even knew he wore a mask. He had no idea that Simon’s face was the greatest source of his shame. In that naivete was some freedom.

So he nodded, unsure what his voice might sound like if he spoke and Johnny’s hand was already raised. He stopped it, just in front of Simon’s chest, waiting to be guided. And in an act he might always question where he found the strength for, Simon gripped Johnny’s wrist and pulled his hand to his face.

Simon closed his eyes, unsure what it might even feel like, knowing the demolitions expert’s hands would be rough and callused, like his. It still caught him off guard, though, how gentle he was.

Johnny ran his fingers over Simon’s cheek once, learning that he had shaved fairly recently but not recently enough to be without short stubble, well grown in. He carefully glided them over long eyelashes before raising his other and feeling his face with both hands. Simon was perfectly still, even as Johnny touched his hairline, badly in need of a trim, and ran his hands over his ears and down to his neck.

Johnny noted every smooth scar, including a large one across his nose, another deep one from his left ear to the corner of his mouth and several smaller, rougher ones likely from shrapnel or broken glass. It satisfied his need so little, it made him even more desperate, but pulling his hands away he realized how intimate the moment had been and he felt guilty.

He didn’t know that once Simon felt Johnny’s hands reach his neck, he opened his eyes to watch him. His brow was furrowed, his facial hair grown out long, long enough to be soft and he very suddenly lamented that he had no excuse to touch his face in return.

When Johnny was done, he stepped backward, like he might turn and get into bed, but the floor was slick and unfamiliar and he stumbled. As Simon reached for his shoulder to steady him, he reached for Simon’s arm. His right arm. His right bicep. And his hand connected, gripping Simon by the part of his body that belonged to him anyway.

Simon froze and as soon as Johnny’s hand connected with his scar on the back of Simon’s arm, still fresh and raised and tender, his eyes widened and he let go, catching his hand with the other, like it stung.

Simon backed away then, unspeaking, somehow hoping he hadn’t given himself away so quickly and so easily.

“No.” Johnny shook his head. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong. It’s nothing.”

Johnny shook his head again, harder, laughing coldly. “I’ve never heard a more obvious lie in my life.”

“Sorry, Johnny, I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off. He wasn’t sure which part he meant to downplay.

“To what? To tell me? To get close? To let me touch you?”

Simon backed away again, his voice still quiet. He didn’t want to cause a scene or upset Johnny further, not while he was standing in the middle of the room with no support.

“Yes. All of it.”

Johnny ran a hand over his mouth, carefully stepping backward until his legs met his bed and he could sit down. “This makes more sense than it should.”

“You knew.”

“I knew something was up. I could feel it.”

“Fuckin hell.” Simon felt sick again, and he felt like roaming the halls to see if anyone had died so he could take their empty room. Get out from under this mountain of horror and emotion. He turned, he walked toward the door, getting more and more sure he was going to do one of the two.

“Don’t leave, Simon, please.” Johnny said, not turning toward him. Not sure if the words mattered. But he’d stayed, even though he didn’t seem surprised by the revelation.

Simon stopped, his back toward his soulmate.

“You knew too, yeah?”

“I saw your arm. Maybe a week ago.”

“And you didn’t leave then.”

“Didn’t think I was in danger of being found out.”

Johnny shook his head again, hanging it. “But you didn’t leave.”

“I thought about it.” An easy truth.

“Why didn’t you tell me, then?”

Simon couldn’t find an answer, Johnny could hear him open and close his mouth more than once, trying to come up with an explanation.

“Because you thought I would tell you to leave.” Johnny finally answered for him.

“Maybe. Or because I didn’t want to inflict this on you.” Simon shook his head. “Except I had no choice.”

“Come back, please.” Johnny sounded nearly afraid. “I can’t follow you. I can’t find you if you leave.”

Simon stopped hesitating, knowing it was out of his hands. He went back to Johnny and stood in front of him.

“Your leg.”

Simon clenched his jaw so tightly that Johnny heard his teeth grind together. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry someone hurt you.” Johnny’s voice was tentative but his hand was sure as he reached for Simon’s thigh, touching where he knew the deep, fresh scar to be, the one mirrored on him. He shook his head quickly. “I wish I could see it. I wish I could talk to you face to face.”

Simon knelt, pulling himself out of Johnny’s rasp, knowing he was powerless to escape the presence of him, and put himself below him, looking up into his handsome face.

“My eyes work perfectly, the injury to your eyes can’t be permanent.”

Johnny’s perfect blue eyes widened with the realization and he swallowed. “Promise to stay until I can look into your eyes to have this conversation, Simon. Please.”

Simon knew in that moment that the only eyes he had ever wanted on his face, the only ones he ever would, were Johnny’s. “Fine. But I can’t promise anything else.”

Johnny’s fingers brushed his cheek. “Fine.” Simon stood, backing away. “You came for me.”

Simon let his own fingers brush Johnny’s cheek, more intimacy than he had known in as long as he could remember. “I was here first, Johnny. Waiting. You came for me.”

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batshikns · 17 days

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hey guys(mutals) what if we all just become rich, move close together, and all pay for each other's therapy? Like? Or at least be in proximity so we can comfort the other? It's starting to weigh on me how "common" it is for people to feel similarly to the way i do and uh dont like it

#saw two vent posts from mutals(and all the others) and i have decided #we all share a bank account #(with our own respective savings and personal accounts to ones desire)#and live in close enough proximity we can check-in on someone if they're sad #(but far enough away to someone's comfort)#<- all my ideal world lol

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coquelicoq · 1 year

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natsume's book of friends is the hurt/comfort show of all time. not necessarily for the characters, but for me as a viewer. it hurts me, deeply, emotionally, spiritually, and then it heals me, often in the exact same instant. not in the way where they cancel each other out, but in that way where you remain forever the person who was hurt and the person who was loved through the hurt. like okay. i am literally just Sitting Here. what the fuck. who came up with this. is that allowed

#who's loving me through the hurt? that's easy. it's me. i'm loving me through the hurt.#by watching and loving natsume takashi i am loving the me who was hurt by watching and loving natsume takashi #this show should come with a surgeon general's warning #natsume's book of friends #my posts #f #hurt comfort #natsume yuujinchou #not me taking severe psychic damage every time natsume alludes to the social skills he taught himself so that people would #simply continue to let him exist in proximity to them #and then also not me immediately being healed by the fact that he is thinking these thoughts while walking alongside his friends #his FRIENDS. he has friends now. i am being flash-frozen and roasted over a low flame simultaneously #natsuyuu meta

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megatraven · 1 year

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SOBBING SOBBING SOBBING SO HARD RIGHT NOW HOLY FUCK??

BESTIES I AM GOING TO FUCKING. I AM. OHHHHHH MY GOD

I didn't screen cap it but when they're silhouetted and Jun-Ho steps closer to her, she gets a little spooked by it and the light suddenly turning back on, and he steps away. and then Young-Woo steps closer to him and she initiates the kiss and I am having so many feelings rn

#extraordinary attorney woo #meg speaks #IM LIVING FOR THEM. THEIR ROMANCE IS EVERYTHING TO ME RN #HE'S SO NICE HE CARE HER SO MUCH #HE DOESNT WANT TO MAKE HER UNCOMFORTABLE #ITSO K IF SHE CAN ONLY HOLD HIS HAND FOR 23 SECONDS #IT'S OK IF SHE'S UNCOMFORTABLE WITH CLOSE PROXIMITY AND TOUCHING AND EYE CONTACT #HE WILL WAIT AND HE WILL LOVE HER ANYWAYS AND HE WILL LET HER BE COMFORTABLE #AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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hella1975 · 6 months

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there's a very specific kind of vibe that comes with living with your friends in final year that it just does not have in first year or even second year. like as a fresher it's usually the first time any of you have lived away from home let alone with SO MANY people your age and it's terrifying and exciting and randomised to boot so it's generally carnage for a whole year in the best and worst ways, and then second year you pick who you're living with and it feels like for the first time you're doing this adult thing PROPERLY. you have a place of your own now. these are the people you've chosen to live with. studying gets serious etc. but it's still fresh. it's still new. you still don't know how to navigate it. but final year? final year is when you actually get it right. you know how to manage your time better. you know what works for you and what doesn't. studying is the main focus and you've been out in the world for three years now and it's not loud and boisterous like it was in first year and you're not exciteable and awkward like you were in second year. you're comfortable. every single one of my flatmates has their own friend group and we mainly keep to our own social circles, but we'll still meet each other back at the house after a night out and sit in the kitchen or my room to do the debrief. sometimes i'll go days not seeing either of them despite sharing a house but every now and then someone will softly call up the stairs that 'the heating's on!' or one of us will sneeze and the other two will yell 'bless you!' through the walls. the lack of interaction isn't interpreted as dislike in ways it would have been even last year, because we're all just old enough to be past that now and settled enough in our friendship not to worry about it. idk. uni is very loud and unsettling a lot of the time so it's been really sweet to see how almost boringly comfortable final year is.

#like my day today was literally drag myself out of bed at 10am to meet my econ friends bc we're in a group together #and i spent two hours with them writing a fucking TRADE REPORT before coming home #and the rest of the day was kinda lost. i showered. i put a wash on. i had a nap. i mainly stayed in my room #which sometimes is the End Of All Things but today was quite nice #and i can hear in their rooms how my flatmates are doing the exact same thing. pottering about and getting on with uni #and we've barely spoken all day but earlier my one flatmate ran into my room all excited to show me her nails #bc she's been teaching herself to do gels and it took her 2 hours but im still one of the first people she wanted to show #and just now we all went to use the bathroom at the same time and it led to one of our Stair Sessions #where we all inexplicably just gather on the stairs and chat for no reason with a cup of tea #idk it's just nice. it's such basic shit but i can't belive in first year i used to spend EVERY DAY with these girls #and we were one single friendship group and that was all we had #and then in second year one girl branched off bc she lived in a studio and got into her societies #but me and the other girl lived together again and it was the same thing of she was a friend before she was someone i lived with #and weirdly that can actually be detrimental to a dynamic. but this year we're all just very solidified and confident in ourselves #and where we stand and yes we all have our own friendship groups outside of the house now #but there's still that love and simple comfortableness around each other that you only get with time and a hell of a lot of proximity #and a sense of being settled that maybe is just what happens as you get older #idk it's just really nice. if i had this exact same day in first year (doing economics and barely leaving my room)#it would've been a really bad depressive day for me so the fact i can find such contentment from it now is really heartening #i love my little life here im very proud of what ive been able to achieve :)#hella goes to uni #feeling nostalgic because SOME BITCH decided to ribs post

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