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Affectionate Comfort Mashup Meme take 2

The Affectionate Comfort Mashup Meme
or: an excuse for physical affection threads

Basically, mix and match as you like or do whatever the hell you want.

Post your name and canon and preferences and go the fuck at it.

Want even wilder ideas? Try this fun hurt comfort plot generator.

HURT COMFORT PROMPTS

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.
23. AMNESIA. What it says on the tin. Why do these come with such detailed responses?

AFFECTIONATE PHYSICAL CONTACT PROMPTS

one; hugging. you just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.

two; kissing. whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.

three; holding hands. it's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. but that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. what the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.

four; carrying. is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? do they want a piggyback ride? or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.

five; i love you. you've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.

six; dancing. kick up the music, because it's time to dance! but no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! you can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. personally, i recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!

seven; massaging. did your significant other have a rough day? did they get hurt? or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. they'll feel wonderful in no time!

eight; flirting. the easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.

nine; cuddling. sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.

ten; wild card! reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Open to aus and game cr and what have you. Very bad at being comforted. Acceptably alright at comforting. Overall a bit of a disaster. these permissions are for smut but still explain what to avoid ig.

also open to prompts outside of what is listed above.]

[He'd been...okay with ignoring it, at first. Faking that he was alright. Meticulously pulling the deep red carnations from his collar before work and discreetly getting rid of the rose petals he'd been coughing up consistently since as recently as a few days ago. Since half of the people visiting the bar were equally stricken, Sparkling found it...almost too easy to cover his own affliction in the wake of those who couldn't hide it any longer. At least so long as he was dilligent with removing blooms from his person as they appeared, it was fine. The roses growing in his chest, however, their thorns quite literally winding their way up through every opening and slowly blocking off his airways day by day...they were far less forgiving. Even if they were not as easy to see, that didn't mean they weren't there.

He was starting to run out of time.

Sparkling had been weighing his options ever since he'd woken up that morning too weak to get out of bed, at first. Of course he'd forced himself to, because why wouldn't he, up until he saw himself in the mirror for the first time. The carnations had completely covered his throat and half of his chest now, and the roses too had begun to bloom in other places. His wrists mostly, weirdly enough, where they seemed to bind him and make his pulse thrum painfully hard in his veins. Poppies, Apple Blossoms, they too had broken out like hives across his forearms. He didn't want to think about where else they were, because he could feel them...it made moving painful with the way they caught against the underneath the fabric of his clothing.

He'd also been trying to figure out how he'd hide them now as he left the bathroom, only to promptly have his legs give out beneath him, sending him crumpling pathetically to the floor of his apartment against the wall. Seconds later, he realizes he can barely breathe. Every inhale is labored and aching, and it's a wonder he even slept at all the night before if the flowers had progressed this rapidly overnight.

He vaugely registers thinking that he needs to call out of work, at the very least. Delerious, he somehow manages to grab his laptop from the edge of the bed, only to pick the first number he can access which also happens to be the last he'd spoken to on the device. He'd mean to try to contact Horatio, but...]

cowboy

[A few minutes pass.]

please

tell vicious
i wont make it
to work
today

[Spike isn't one to answer his messages often, unless it's certain people in particular, but for once it's not out of ignoring it that Sparkling doesn't get a reply. Spike gets this message toward the end of his own shift and between Vicious insisting that Spike check on Sparkling and report back to him (which Spike was going to do, he swears, they live in the same damn building why wouldn't he, but of course Vicious has to emphasize his focus is on the reporting back part of the equation—) and his own concern that yes, it is possible that Sparkling's calling out of work could be related to the growing deadly flower pandemic, he comes to the conclusion that he shouldn't waste too much time answering. With Vicious opting to cover the bar for the night, Spike retreats to the apartments to slink his way up to Sparkling's door.]

Hey. You awake in there?

[a pause. Keep it cool and casual. It could be nothing.]

Taking the day off?

[Genuinely, Sparkling wasn’t expecting Spike to actually just

Show up at his door. Perhaps he should have anticipated something like this occurring, because Spike is a good guy and might have wondered why this workaholic was.,.you know, missing work. But Sparkling also would have accepted Spike just letting him know he’d let Vicious know he wouldn’t come in and that would be that. Problem one solved, he’d figure out the rest once he could breathe again.

Instead, Spike is here. He’s just outside his door, and Sparkling doesn’t even have the energy to go to the door to greet him, or pretend he’s better than he is, or anything. Even now he’s struggling just to catch his breath enough to reply.

He has to say something. If he doesn’t, it’s going to seem suspicious.]

…yes.

[He finally manages, trying desperately not to clear his throat. But he sounds fucking terrible no matter how hard he tries to dress up his tone. Every breath feels like taking a breath during the coldest winter; the only relief he can find is by not breathing at all.]

I’m…just. Ah…m…

Tired, today.

[“Not feeling well” is closer to the truth, but gives away too much, he thinks.]

Right...

[Spike hesitates, then clears his own throat— not on flowers but his very own home-grown thick-headedness.]

Listen, uh, Vicious was yelling at me to make sure you're doing alright, so, y'know.

[It's true, but god forbid Spike ever express a concern of his own. Fool, he doesn't have feelings or cares or brains. He is a smile you trust and trust and trust and who isn't worried about you, b-baka.]

What should I tell him?

[What should he tell him indeed. Well, the right answer here is the truth, because for what purpose is Sparkling hiding away like this, really? If he's going to die in here due to his stubbornness and inability to trust the scientists enough to go through with that procedure otherwise, he'd much rather not die alone. But that's also not something you just force on a friend, especially one so new as this.

So instinctively Sparkling is going the sick cat route about this, preferring to just hide away until he fades because that just seems kinder both to himself and everyone else he knows. Less painful that way, he imagines.

Not that it makes it any easier to come up with an answer for Spike, who's still waiting for him on the other side of the door. Especially knowing Vicious is actually worried about him...it causes the roses to seem to respond in a cruel way, tightening further around his lungs and heart in a way that forces a sort of choked off noise out of him before he can quite stop it. He covers his mouth with one of his hands to silence himself long enough to reply.]

Tell him I'm not feeling well.

[That's going to invite Questions, but he can't lie to Spike. He can't lie to Vicious. He can only tell half truths and hope they're taken at face value.]

[Well that's a whole lot of nothing that means something. Spike isn't sure what— no, it has to be those flowers, but what can he do? Surely nothing, he's no nurse, but people are dying, and—

Spike hesitates, doing that strange little twist he does when uncertain, both hands shoved in his pockets and wiggling like a puppy told to wait in place as he vibrates between staying and going. It is not in his nature to care so deeply about others, he convinces himself, which is a lie. He leans back in toward the door, resting his temple on the door frame.]

....Well, uh, my shift's over, so if there's... anything you need, I've got. Time.

[Yes that's very smooth.]

[If there's anything you need, I've got time.

Sparkling tenses, his fingers curling protectively around the cluster of roses growing out of his chest above where his heart feels like it's going to beat right out of it.

Don't leave don't leave don't leave me alone-]

I...

[Sparkling looks blearily up at the wall by his head, taking another slow, pained breath. It's in that moment that he suddenly realizes how sore his throat has gotten, and he's not sure if that's due to the thorns or something else entirely.

He fights with himself for a long moment, trying to continue to be stubborn long enough to let Spike go so he doesn't have to feel like he's assuming responsibility for anything that happens here. But...

In the end, Sparkling's fear of death that he didn't know he had until recently rears its ugly head, and the claws of panic snare him too tightly to ignore.

He takes another breath.]

...water. Please.

[The door is locked, but...]

There's...a spare key. Above the door.

Oh, well, now that's easy.

[If he keeps it light, keeps it joking, perhaps things will continue to be fine when Spike walks in. In one smooth motion he gets key down from the doorframe to its handle, adding as he opens it;]

Thought I might have to go breaking and entering.

[Of course, his whole carefree act is based in the anticipation that Sparkling is sitting somewhere as he should be, perhaps on a couch or bed or at the very least at his kitchen table, even if he's curled over. He expects it to be bad, but not this bad, not immediately calling to mind blood-soaked shirts and swiss-cheese corpses.

Faster than he even expects of himself, Spike's stride closes the distance between himself and Sparkling, and a tentative hand rests on Sparkling's shoulder.]

Shit, they've really done a number on you, haven't they?

[He comments, quiet in how stunned he is but clearly not quiet enough not to state the obvious. Another hesitant hand hovers above the clusters of flowers, unsure of how to proceed.]

[There it is. Sparkling's made every attempt to hide himself away out of some sort of misplaced shame, only to sabotage himself at the very end because he was too much of a coward to be alone for it. He supposes this is probably how it would have ended up some way or another, unless he hadn't opted to contact anyone at all. Though it does seem that someone would have come looking for him if he just didn't show up for work at all, which...he's at least glad he didn't put any hapless passerby through having to make a grisly housecall.

He exhales on a laugh that wheezes out of him before he starts to cough uncontrollably, lifting his hand back up to his mouth to try to cover it. It doesn't do a whole lot except spare Spike from having to see the petals he's coughing up until they've already fluttered down to rest on his shirt or in a half circle around where he ended up sitting.]

Seems that way.

[He tilts his head a bit to the side, letting it lean over until it rests against his own shoulder.]

Here I thought...I had a couple more days, at least.

[It's probably a pretty big shock to Spike, who no doubt didn't even see any blossoms on Sparkling this whole time up till now. Sparkling had done a damn good job of hiding how he was feeling, so he can't be blamed for not having realized what was going on.]

When did you—

[Spike starts to ask, but realizes it's useless, what does it matter? And what does he know about the progression of such an illness anyway?]

We should get you to bed. You should save your energy.

[And for what...?

Nevertheless, Spike doesn't wait for an acceptance; he pulls Sparkling's arm over his own shoulder, the arm closest to Sparkling wrapping around the ailing cookie-turned-human's waist, and starts to get to his feet while supporting him.]

Up we go.... [He grunts.]

[Bed or floor, it doesn't seem like it really matters to Sparkling for energy conservation purposes. The bed is more comfortable though, he guesses...so he isn't going to protest as Spike helps him to his feet, and fortunately since he's not too much taller than him, he won't have to struggle to get him up. Also helps that he weighs practically nothing, which makes sense when you used to measure your weight in grams and not pounds.

He stumbles a bit once upright, finding that he still lacks the strength in his legs that he'd like which is a bit scary, but with Spike's help he's at least able to make it to his bed a short distance away, littering the carpet with petals up until he's sitting.

Sparkling doesn't lay down, instead preferring to sit up against the pillows. Laying down feels nothing short of impossible right now, and there's a part of him that's afraid he might drown on the flowers growing in his lungs if he's anything but upright.]

Thank you. I'm so sorry, I-

[He takes a too large breath, and once again is coughing before he can finish his sentence.]

Guess I thought, maybe...if I didn't acknowledge it, you know? Wouldn't...seem as much of an issue. Hah...

[It doesn't go away on its own, they all know that. And Sparkling is both too emotionally constipated and oblivious to his own feelings to be able to get off his chest what he needs to to save his own life.]

[It's a good thing Spike isn't the kind of hypocrite to point out that kind of thinking is stupid. Instead, he accepts both their shortcomings with a—]

's how it's supposed to work, right?

Always a bitch when it doesn't.

[Doesn't matter. Spike retreats quicker than he should, perhaps, but it shouldn't take too much wondering to realize he's retrieving that water. He speaks as he walks, perhaps to remind Sparkling he's still there—]

You shouldn't apologize so much.

What happened happened.

Spike Spiegel | Netflix Cowboy Bebop (OTA)

Ryslig AU/Game CR | 2-10 bc rng gave me the perfect setup for this

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Quick starter because dinner

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