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As much as she tried to ignore him, as much as she tried to keep her attention anywhere but on Ben, Anne's eyes kept falling upon him. Sarah and Daisy's presence so close to him made her feel ill. To see him smiling back at them, feeding into their girlish tendencies made her heart feel like it was being crushed in a vice. What was wrong with her?

Her gut roiled when she looked into the audience and saw each of Ben's hands clasped in one of the girls'. It should've been her hand he was holding. It would've been her hand, if she hadn't been so selfish and self-destructive. Her lip quivers and she forces herself to look away. Desperate, Anne tries to shake the thought away. A real Fairy Princess wouldn't have tears in her eyes, so neither could she.

“The Princess was a solitary creature," Harriet started again. "Who preferred keeping herself occupied with busy nothings. But she loved frogs, and would often watch the tadpoles swim in the tides beneath her castle, waiting for them to blossom into young frogs.”

On cue, Frances leapt onto the 'stage' and pretended to swim around like a tadpole. As much as her heart ached, Anne couldn't help but laugh at the sight, reaching down to playfully swat at Frances like a child at a pond's edge. After a few passes as a tadpole, France crouched down and began bleating like a frog. Anne’s eyes widened and she bit her lip to suppress a laugh.

“She loved frogs, especially baby ones. But she was also incredibly lonely.” Anne's smile faded as she swallowed hard, her skin growing hotter by the second. “The Fairy Princess spent so much time around the tadpoles that she never had a chance to meet other fairies, or go to fairy soirées. Until one day,” Anne winced, bracing herself for the inevitable. “There was a Frog Prince that decided to visit the kingdom. He had heard that there was a beautiful Princess who enjoyed the company of frogs and wanted to acquaint himself with her.”

To Anne’s horror, Frances leapt up from her frog stance and shuffled over to Ben. Daisy shooed her cousin away, not wanting to part with the handsome stranger, but Frances refused to take no as an answer and gently swatted back at Daisy before reaching for Ben and pulling on him to follow.

“Just stand next to her and smile. I got the rest.” Frances instructed and it took all the strength in Anne’s bones not to flinch from the close proximity and run away. She could feel the heated stares from Daisy and Sarah, as well as the amused ones of the younger girls. If she managed to keep her job at the end of this day, Anne would consider herself lucky.

“When the Prince and Princess met each other, they were both smitten with each other’s presence. They talked all day and night and the Frog Prince made the Princess smile in ways that none of the other tadpoles had ever seen before.” Against, her better judgment, Anne dares to spare a glance at Ben and when she does, the pinkness in her cheeks morphs into a bright red glow. Frances would certainly earn a stern talking-to after today, but for now, Anne was determined to not break down.

Impatiently, Frances nudges Anne. "Miss Wynter, you're supposed to smile." Instinctively, Anne moves to smile, but her cheeks wobble and it feels like she'd standing in the middle of the ocean, miles away from any safety. It was such an easy request. Just smile. And yet its enough for her mind to start slipping back into days best forgotten.

Whatever Harriet says next, Anne doesn't hear. She's no longer in the Pleinsworth drawing room, but instead in Lady Chervil's drawing room. It's dark and all she can see is the outline of the furniture. She feels trapped, locked in place and then she hears it: his voice.

Oh, Annie. George's voice rang in her ear, her muscles tightening in fear. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't real, it couldn't be real. And yet, she can feel his phantom fingers trail their way down her arm as tears well in her eyes.

"---when they kissed for the first time." Harriet's words floated back into Anne's mind, and she blinked the tears away. She couldn't seem to recall the last few moments of the play and she looked to Ben out of reflex. Except it wasn't Ben standing before her, it was George. Anne flinched and it took every ounce of strength in her not to scream.

"Miss Wynter? Miss Wynter!" Frances whispered, growing more impatient with each passing second. It wasn't until Anne snapped back to reality that Frances furrowed her brows and noted something amiss. "Miss Wynter?"

"I-I'm sorry, I need to step out for a moment." Without looking at anyone, she rushes off to the doors and into the hallway where the silence hits her like a tidal wave. Before she can think better of it, she leans against the wall and allows herself to slide to the floor, feeling the cool marble through her skirts as she tries to steady her breathing.

Sarah leaned toward him with an almost conspiratorial look to her eyes. “I apologize in advance, sir. My sisters enjoy embarrassing people.”

Despite his nerves, Benjamin found himself flashing a genuine grin. "Ah, yes: the curse of being the eldest, I'm afraid," he replied. "I, however, was not the eldest, so I know first-hand about being a pest." Here, he gave her a gentle nudge. "Perhaps you should be easier on your sisters? I speak from experience when I say that the youngest are quite charming."

He was teasing her, naturally, though he would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised by how quickly Sarah melded herself into his side. Benjamin had never found himself to be an exceptionally interesting person, so in all honesty, he couldn't imagine what presently captivated her.

As if trying to pull the attention away from Sarah -- a lovely girl, all things considered -- Daisy tugged on his sleeve with impatience. “Do you like music, mister?”

Benjamin looked her way with a smile. "Who doesn't?" he countered. "Well...perhaps those who aren't tone deaf occasionally have a complaint here and there, but music is one of our greatest love languages. Even if we can't understand one another -- our hopes, our dreams, our backgrounds -- we can all find a commonality in song."

He caught Anne's gaze in that moment, his expression tightening. Her own features were visibly cross, and her arms folded defensively in front of her chest.

Almost in an act of defiance, Benjamin turned back to the fawning girls. He didn't have time for such childishness. If Anne didn't want him there, then he would bloody well ignore her in favor of those who so clearly did. With relative (and yes, perhaps spiteful) ease, he fell back into discussion of music, letting the girls know he was rather partial to Bach, Handel, and the occasional Mozart.

“Ladies and gentleman!” Frances exclaimed, capturing everyone's attention. “Welcome to the world premiere of The Frog Prince and the Fairy Princess.”

Benjamin gawped, genuinely thrown by this announcement. Anne had not heard his quip about being a frog prince the other night, thank the Lord, but she most certainly did know about being a fairy princess. Blinking repeatedly, he glanced toward Anne in a flustered rush, only to flinch and look away again when he caught her gaze.

Amidst his fearful tension, Daisy fumbled along his lap -- a rather brazen faux pas, given where her fingertips had just skimmed -- and she clasped his hand, gently squeezing. Before he could extricate himself, however, Sarah unfortunately decided to follow suit and took his other hand. Benjamin straightened between both girls, pink-cheeked and rattled since he'd never in all his life received such attention.

Across the way, Anne appeared rather sour (this time he understood, given the inappropriate nature of their positioning), but since he also didn't wish to offend the girls, he merely remained stock-still, an unwilling captive in his polite silence.

The girls tittered at his side and Anne was led onto the makeshift stage. A sensation akin to a lead ball sank deep inside Benjamin's stomach, and this time, he didn't take his eyes from his friend's face.

"Why can't I ever be a beautiful anything in these plays?" Daisy grumbled. "Don't you think I should be the beautiful fairy princess, Mr. Tallmadge?"

"Yes," Benjamin replied, though his response was mechanical. Mouth dry, he watched Anne with mounting dread, a lump forming in his throat as he looked almost helplessly toward Frances. Surely, she would never have told? Surely, she hadn't breathed a word about their conversation?

If it were under any other circumstance, Anne would've fought back. She would've flailed and punched with all her might to be let free, but she couldn't have put up a fight if she wanted to. Ben's arms wrapped around her was comforting, but the erratic racing of her heart refused to let her relax.

Instead, she leans into him and when he lets her go, sits her atop Artillery's back, she feels bare. Anne reaches for his hand, his leg, anything, any part of him to remind her that she is alive and safe. She swallows hard, squeezing her eyes shut. If the storm brewing overhead wasn't enough to sent her body into shock, the various other factors certainly ensured it. Although she knew she would be safe in Ben's presence, it didn't serve to ease her body's response.

"I don't know." She shook her head, leaning into him to steady herself. It was inappropriate, untoward for her to press her body against his, but Anne couldn't even begin to think rationally until she was tucked away safe beneath a sturdy roof. "I don't know." She repeated, uttering the phrase like a mantra to keep her from spiraling. "I don't care where we go. Just... away from here. Please."

"I've never ridden a horse before."

The words almost seemed absurd, given the direness of their situation, and when Benjamin sought her eyes for a hint of jest, he straightened once he found none. "Miss Wynter," he attempted again, trying not to become impatient, "I'm going to have to ask that you set aside your fears since you could catch your death of cold. And that is something to be afraid of."

Another ungodly bellow tore across the land, and instead of acquiescing, Anne shrieked and dropped down into the grass, covering her head and shaking in fear. In many ways, her behavior was familiar -- tragic -- and a lump formed in his throat upon recognizing the same terror-stricken, frozen horror in her that many of his own men exhibited during and after the war.

"Miss Wynter..." Here, he genuflected and took hold of her shoulders, far more gentle in his touch. "Anne." Choosing to speak her Christian name, if only to assert just how serious this was, he offered her what he hoped to be a convincing smile. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

Anne furiously shook her head. "Ben, you don't understand. I can't. Physically, I-I don't think I can. I'll be fine, you don't have to concern yourself with me."

Undeterred, he replied, "Then I'll be the physical aid you need," and without awaiting her permission, Benjamin hefted her up into his arms and rose with little effort, using the momentum to guide her up into his saddle.

Once he was certain she was secure, he re-mounted his horse and dug his heels into Artillery's ribs, encouraging her to take off into a steady canter.

"Where should we go?" Benjamin shouted over the rain. "Do you wish to return to the Pleinsworth manor? Is that where you lay your head each night?"

In truth, it was none of his business where Anne lived -- normally, he would feel untoward asking such a thing of a single woman -- but in this situation, it was a matter of life and death, so she would have to forgive his prying.

There was a huge fight, and Clark ordered Jon to stay away. After the fight, he sees a black haired kid flying above the clouds, above the battlefield.

He uses his superspeed to grab Jon by the ear and hold him in place.

"Jonathan Samuel Kent, what did I tell you not to do?" Clark says in full dad voice, floating around to take in his sons guilty face and...that's not Jon.

That's not Jon.

That's a little girl the same age, with black hair and terrified blue eyes that are welling up with tears.

Clark lets go of her like he's been burnt.

"I....I am so sorry, I thought you were...are you okay? Did I pull your ear too hard?"

The girl bursts into tears.

Clark, tired and panicking, damn near joins her.

Or; AU where the Jon age up doesn't happen, and a very tired Clark has a case of mistaken identity when he goes to cold his son and grabs one Dani Phantom instead, floating in her human form and just Vibing. Except Dani has really, really bad past experiences with adult men "scolding" her, did not have her guard up, and got thrown into a very bad place mentally the absolute second Clark's fingers tightened on her ear. Now Clark is stuck with a panicking, sobbing tween, while he himself is so tired that he's seriously considering joining her in her crying session.

105 Comfort Prompts

As usual, my requests and asks are open! if you do request, no smut please :)

TW: PANIC ATTACK, ANXIETY, DEPRESSION. ALCOHOL MENTION. CHEATING MENTION.

DIALOGUE: 

GIVING COMFORT:

“Hey, tell me what’s wrong?”  

“I’m here for you.”

“It’s going to be okay.” 

“Are you all right?” 

“You’ll be okay, I promise.” 

“What’s going on?” 

“Come here, let me hold you.” 

“Please, don’t cry.” 

“I have you.” 

“Take a deep breath.” 

“Tell me what you’re feeling.” 

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” 

“I won’t leave.” 

“Why don’t we go on a drive?” 

“Let it out.” 

“Everybody makes mistakes.” 

“You’re all right.” 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay.” 

“Can I hold you?” 

“Do you-- can I-- do you want to be held?” 

“Do you want solutions, or comfort?” 

“I have chocolate/flowers?” 

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” 

“Tell me what I can do for you.” 

“...Who do I need to punch?”

 “Come on, breathe with me.”

“You don’t have to be perfect.”

“You’re perfect just the way you are.”

“How can I help you?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“You’re allowed to be weak, you know.”

“You have this.”

“You’re never a burden.”

“You aren’t weak.”

“We’ll get through this.”

“Relax, I got you.”

“Please, just open up. I don’t want to leave you alone.” 

“They’re not going to get to you, I promise.” 

“Follow my breaths.” 

NEEDING COMFORT:

“This is stupid--I’m stupid.”

“‘M so weak.”

“I’m sorry I’m not strong enough.”

“I’m a burden, aren’t I?”

“I-- please, help.”

“I can’t breathe, I don’t know what to do-- I can’t--“

“I feel lightheaded.”

“I’m sorry. We were supposed to have fun today.”

“I’m getting your shirt wet...”

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“I should be stronger.”

“I don’t want to get out of bed today.”

“Hold me, please.”

“Why won’t you let me apologize?”

“Thank you for this.”

“I feel safe with you.”

“...You bought me chocolate/flowers?”

“Did you really drive all this way just for me? It’s two in the morning.”

“Is that my comfort movie?”

“You came all this way? For me? 

“I’m not worth the time you spent coming over here.” 

“Please, leave. I’m--” 

“...Why are you here?” 

“My problems are mine, I don’t want to be a burden on you.”  

“You’re too nice to me.”

“I’m a mess…” 

“I’m broken, don’t you understand?” 

“It’s raining. You should be inside. I’m fine.” 

"I'm sorry."

"Why can't you understand? You're too good for me!"

"I can't do this. I can't-- I can't-- I can't--"

"Just shut up! I'm not as good as you say I am!"

"Why do you care so much?"

"Am I really worth it?"

"Thank you for being here."

"I thought I'd be alone today after what happened... thank you."

"You don't know how much I appreciate you."

"Do I really mean that much to you?"

"Stop banging on my door!"

"I love you."

SCENARIOS

Your lover isn't feeling well, and even though it's probably dangerous to drive this late at night, you have to make sure they're all right.

Head between their knees, your lover has their back against the wall, and you're by their side, and trying to help them through whatever is troubling them.

Your best friend's lover broke up with them, and despite having no idea, you supply them with snacks and horrendous movies. At least they smiled at the end of it all.

Trying to keep a smile on your face through the weight of the world to not worry your lover. They figure it out anyway.

Standing in front of a mirror, hands against the counter, with tears dripping down your cheeks, struggling to get everything under control. Everything’s going well until your lover cracks the door open and asks if everything’s okay. It isn’t.

Seeing your lover break down over work/school/family, and trying to comfort them to the best of your abilities, heart breaking with every sob out of their lips. 

Struggling to sleep in you and your lover’s shared bed because they’re working in the living room/kitchen/their office and the bed feels far too cold and empty. Seeking their comfort, you curl up on their lap/beside them/around them. 

Knowing from the moment they said good morning that something was wrong, and trying to schedule your day to spend the most time with them; arms around their neck, waist, shoulders, to provide comfort.

Your lover’s back against your chest, you curled around them. Every agitated breath and erratic heartbeat pulsing through your skin, but slowly, it starts to fall over time. 

Your back against your lover’s chest, their slow heartbeat stark against your stressed one. Gently, the rise and fall of their chest lull you back to safety. 

Sitting in the car, your head against the headrest and mind spinning, but your lover’s hand firm against your thigh keeps you grounded to reality. 

Your ex is trying to embarrass you in public, but your lover steps in as a shield, eyes ablaze in a fury.

Your head against your lover's chest, tears drenching their shirt, they don't care about the wet fabric and just rub your back.

Lungs squeezed to death, you try to breathe through the overwhelming suffocation on your shoulders. Patiently, your lover holds your hands and squeezes them in time with their breaths, eyes gentle.

Your lover made a small/big mistake and they can’t get it out of their head. To everyone else, it was just a small mishap, so you spend a few minutes/an hour/the rest of the night holding and comforting them.

Done with the feeling of being an burden, you try to push away from your lover's comfort, only for them to drag you back into a firm hold.

Something horrible happened, but your lover won't answer the phone/any texts. Standing outside of your door, you threaten to start throwing rocks at their windows/slamming on their door if they don't give any proof that they're all right.

You found your lover on a cold metal bench, hair and clothing drenched, tears pooling down their cheeks. Instead of asking what's wrong, you put your jacket over their shoulders and open up an umbrella.

Your lover's burning up and for some reason keeps bursting into tears at the smallest things. You're a little bewildered, but stay near them all the same.

After an all-nighter, your lover's brain is scrambled, and they keep shedding tears when they think nobody's looking. After coaxing them into your arms, you curl into one another on the couch.

Your lover wakes up to you gasping for air, eyes wide as you just saw horrors beyond your own comprehension. They sling an arm around your waist and pull you close, face tucked against your neck. 

Underneath the blankets, you refuse to get out of bed. Despite feeling horrible about yourself, your lover refuses to leave you be and makes you breakfast, all with a gentle smile.

Your best friend's spouse cheated on them right before valentines day, so as their best friend, you spend the rest of the night trash-talking over bad rom-coms.

Your lover right beside you, comforting you as you weren't able to get the job you wanted/into the university you applied to. Their encouragement makes one more attempt seem not so bad.

Your best friend's drunk and wailing, and you're trying to both comfort them and stop them from climbing into the washing machine.

i had a panic attack cuz everythng was loud and then one of the dorm supivisors saw me and told me totake a deep breath and called me a girl and that made it worse but i cant come out bc i’ll probably be treated worse and i’ll be forced to leave the dorm