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You love fluff. Don't even lie. You do.

The Shameless Fluff Meme
(you know you want it)

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You know those days when the school is stressing you out or work is wearing you down and it seems like nothing will drag you out of your gloom, and then suddenly you and your friends find yourselves leaning all over each other laughing like dweebs at something really stupid and for some reason that just makes everything seem a little better?

Fluff is fun and you know it.

So grab a buddy, make like a marshmallow, and FLUFF.

INSTRUCTIONS:
‧ Post with whatever character you want
‧ Responders roll (random.org is good for this!) for scenario + type of contact (if desired) and get to threading!
‧ ???
‧ Profit!!

SCENARIO
1) SLUMBER PARTY!! You know what? Fuck that paper you have to write. Fuck responsibilities. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Maybe your friend called you up to drag you out of the monotony for a night, or maybe you're the one throwing in the towel and kidnapping a buddy to have some fun-- but either way, you're gonna order a pizza, break out the ice cream, and spend the night playing video games and watching movies with your bro! ... Or maybe you're gonna paint each other's nails and talk about crushes. Whatever keeps your mind off the work you have to get back to later.

2) Sick Day. One of you is under the weather and at home wrapped in blankets for some reason or another, be it a nasty flu bug or some sort of injury. Good thing someone's around to bring you tea and soup and patch you up... or stand over you intimidatingly to make sure you sit still and keep that thermometer in your mouth.

3) Cheer up! It's been a dirty, rotten, no good, really bad day. Maybe it's a bunch of nasty little things all adding up to a big dark stormcloud over one of your heads, or maybe something straight-up awful knocked the wind out of their sails and left them on their knees. Either way, one of you is here to cheer the other up.

4) Got your back, bro. Maybe they're not just sad because of something beyond their control-- maybe there's been some bullying going on, or a big fight coming up. Either way you want to let them know you're gonna be right behind them, ready to hand out some righteous ass-whuppins on their behalf. Maybe that's what you've already done! True friendship, people. True friendship.

5) FOOD. Are you two being saccharinely sweet and sharing a dessert? Or maybe you guys got stuck in the kitchen making a last-minute meal for guests or a party. Either way, cooperation is the key. Otherwise one of you might get stuck having to explain the presence of half-cooked pancakes stuck to the ceiling, or how the other person managed to get a spoonful of ice cream stuck up their nose.

6) Sorry... So, uh, yeah. There was a fight. Doesn't matter what it was about... it wasn't worth losing a friend over. So one of you's decided to man (or woman) up and apologize. And hope to dear god that they've had enough time to cool off.

7) Sun's out! Let's go exploring! It is a sublimely perfect blue-skied day, and the whole world is out there. Drag your friend out on a picnic-hike in the hills, or take to the streets and see what kinds of wonders you can find hiding in between the sidewalk cracks.

8) Rain, rain, go away... It's pouring cats and dogs out. Maybe you guys hastily ducked into a building for shelter or maybe you've been holed up all day, slowly going stir-crazy with cabin fever... Time for blanket forts, board games, and maybe bothering the hell out of anyone who's too much of a sourpuss to be entertaining. ... Or cuddles. Cuddles are good, too.

9) CONFESSION TIME. You've got a secret, and it's a secret that you've been longing to express to this person. Are you in love? Do you have a dark past or inner fear that you're a little scared they'll judge you for? Or are you the one who accidentally spilled the punch bowl all over their carpet at a party ages ago and were too embarrassed to say anything before now?

10) Don't hate-- appreciate! Yeah, so this person means a LOT to you. By hook or by crook, today you're going to show them just how much you appreciate them. How are you gonna do this? ... Well, that's up to you!

Physical Contact:
1) Hugging. Whether it's a gentle slip-your-arms-around embrace or an all-out bear hug, almost everybody loves to be held sometimes. Share a quiet moment together or greet your pal by knocking the wind out of them with a rib-crusher.

2) Kissing. GIVE YOUR AUNTIE SOME SUGAH. Or maybe they're your significant other. I don't know. Whether it's romantic and tender or playful and silly, let's see some smoochin' up in here.

3) Holding hands. You don't always have to say anything to let somebody know you're there for them-- sometimes just taking their hand says more than enough.

4) Carrying. Time to give your shorter buddy a boost to get somewhere high-- or maybe they're slowing you down in an urgent situation and it's time to piggy-back them out of danger. Or maybe you just feel like carrying someone around. Look at them, using their legs to get places! How silly. You just wanna scoop 'em up and tote them around.

5) Massaging. Holy crud, you're sore in places you didn't even know you had. Good thing you've got some outside help on loosening those muscles, because you'd probably make it worse if you tried it yourself. Or maybe you're the one giving someone a nice back/shoulder/neck/foot/belly/nose??? rub at the end of a long day.

6) Tickling. Maybe your friend hasn't been smiling too much lately and could use some encouragement-- or maybe they've been bugging you and it's time to teach them a playful lesson. Just watch out for retaliation!

7) Cuddling. No better cure for loneliness or nightmares (or maybe just being a little cold) than curling up with somebody under a blanket! Maybe you're flopped on the couch or maybe you're in bed, but either way, snuggling up to whoever's next to you seems like a good idea right now.

8) Wild Card! Mix and match, or make something up!

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_{[She's chewing on her lip, eyes almost a little wild. She hates doing this but she just knows that she must.]

[There's a new pitch in her voice, too, along with ... well, urgency. And something very sincere even behind the teary tone.]}

You just do. _{[He'll come for you.]} You really, really do, okay?

_{[Heather just LOOKS at the other girl unblinking, her brows peaked.]

[She has to admit ... she doesn't quite know what to say. She's going on a hunch and not much else.]

[But she does speak up.]}

Then who's gonna help you?

_{[That's a good hunch. Laura kind of recoils, looking ... confused, maybe, but mostly just lost and sad. She turns her back against the wall, putting both her legs up between herself and Heather like a barrier.]}

No one can help me.

_{[And while she's not really sobbing anymore the way she's honestly broken about that is probably worse.]}

_{[If she'd known Laura better... getting shoved away might have hurt more. But as it is... Heather understands. It's not like she's the queen of Letting People In, herself.]

[So she just sits, watching her in silence for awhile.]}

... That's what I thought for a long time.

But I wound up being wrong.

You're not me.

_{[It's almost challenging, because so far, no one's managed to prove her wrong. Making sure a lot of her vulnerable body language isn't around for the statement gives a bit of a static impression - the way she's sitting certainly isn't natural or comfortable, but she'd rather work with that than ... well ... let Heather know even more she shouldn't.]}

No... m'not.

_{[It's a good thing Heather's not thin-skinned under most circumstances. That, and everything Laura's doing just... SCREAMS that there's something wrong. Something wrong that's DEEP.]}

... But I think we've got some things in common.

_{[She's not entirely sure WHY she thinks that. Maybe it's a connection, or maybe it's those old senses twinging-- what's LEFT of them, anyway.]}

I think we might have a lot in common.

_{[They really do, and Laura is slowly starting to pick up on it. Even though there's no real way she can know, the way Heather says it like she knows for sure ... it makes her listen, even if very reluctantly.]

[So she just stares at Heather for a rather long moment, then shakes her head stubbornly.]}

What makes you say that?

Just a hunch.

_{[But her expression says clearly that it's more than that.]}

_{[Well ... okay, Laura's pretty damn perceptive but she doesn't really like the implications. Partly because no, no one is supposed to know (except Harold, but Harold ... is special) and partly because if Heather REALLY did know ... it didn't bode well for her, either.]

[So she doesn't say anything, just stares at the other girl with a sort of terse uncertainty, waiting for her to continue.]}

_{[Heather's quiet for awhile.]

[Because while she knows she's got to say something, there's no real good way to do it, is there?]

[So when she eventually speaks, it's kind of blunt.]}

So... about BOB.

_{[She actually flinches at the name. God, she hates it ... and fears it. And the only thing she hates and fears MORE is the man - the THING - wearing it.]

[But more than that, she feels shocked. Heather knows about him, hell, knows him by name. That's bad. That's really, really bad.]

[So when she speaks it's in a rather terrified whisper.]}

You know him?

_{[The flinch confirms her suspicions.]

[This girl... she had to be one of the victims Cooper had talked about.]

[Her expression is somber.]}

We've met.

_{[She's not sure that counts as 'knowing' him... even if there had been a certain, horrible familiarity to him. Like she'd seen him before... a lot. But she knew she hadn't. Not ... so specifically.]}

He's hurt you, hasn't he.

_{[She's the victim, but she has no clue. She's still a few hours away from dying. But she can feel it coming, even here.]

[She looks away at the question-that-isn't-a-question, expression dark, but it's more bitter right now than anything. There are still tears in her face and a tightness in her voice, but admitting how much exactly he's hurt her makes mer more angry than sad, at least initially.]

[Because she'd rather face him kicking and screaming than crying by his feet.]}

_{[But the moment she looks back, she snaps back into worry and fear - for Heather, not herself. She's already resigned herself to what's coming.]}

Did he hurt you?

Not exactly...

_{[He'd scared her. He'd threatened. But apart from when she'd tried to punch him in the mouth, he hadn't technically laid a hand on her...]}

Not yet.

You ... you have to stay away from him.

_{[And this, she REALLY MEANS.]}

He'll come for you! He's in the trees, he's ... _{the trees...}

_{[And then she just kind of ... worriedly trails off.]}

Washington.

_{[If Laura will LET her, Heather takes that moment to lean over and lay her hands on the other girl's shoulders. Not forcefully-- god knows she knows better to do that. Even if she doesn't know exactly what Laura's been through... that fear and repulsion is something she keenly remembers from her old life. From Alessa's life... It's probably not the same thing at all but similar? Perhaps.]}

Listen to me.

I don't know what he wants with me.

But you should know that he's NOT the first thing to...

... To come for me.

There's been others. Other things.

And you know what? I'm okay. I'm still here.

_{[The words come out in a bit of a fumbled rush, but... hopefully she's making SOME kind of point. She didn't exactly have a speech planned.]}

_{[Laura doesn't LET her so much as just ... doesn't react. She got really lost there for a moment, staring into space in a spot just above Heather's shoulder, but she returns to reality shortly thereafter - surprised to find Heather so close, but she doesn't object to it.]

[She does listen. She really does. But she doesn't really HEAR as much as she should have. So she's shaking her head, staring back with such utter conviction in her eyes that it's downright depressing.]

[There's no hope left in this girl.]}

But you won't be if he gets you. You won't. BOB ... he ... he gets inside your head, and then you can't do anything anymore, because he KNOWS, and he's ... in the trees, Heather, he's everywhere!

_{[..at which point she grabs onto Heather's arms to really get this across.]}

_{[... Jesus...]

[Laura's reaction doesn't SHOCK Heather, but ... fuck. Her chest hurts. It's hard to WATCH, let alone listen to.]

[She lets the other girl take hold of her arms as tight as she wants, but after taking in a deep breath, she forces the stumble out of her voice and stares back just as strongly.]}

Laura.

_{[Because this calls for real names.]

[She wants to HELP... not talk about herself. But... well, she has a feeling before her words can stand ANY chance of being reassuring, she'll have to get this point across.]}

I've heard about what he can do.

I've felt some of it.

But Laura.

He can't do a THING to me that I haven't already lived through. Lived through my entire life.

_{[She'd had something dark inside her... it had been there longer than she'd been alive. It hadn't spoken to her the same way HE had on those two frightening occasions, but... there was something about it that was the same. Something deep. Something old. Maybe it was the same, in some ancient and inexplicable way.]}

Maybe if I was younger.

Maybe if I'd gotten a few less second chances.

But not now.

Do you hear me?

_{[I've already been broken and glued back together a thousand different ways. And that makes me mighty.]}

_{[It takes a moment. A kinda long moment, actually, while Laura just looks at Heather and holds onto her tight, but then she slowly relaxes, feeling ... a weird mix of defeated and relieved, but not particularly reassured.]

[But it's still better than the almost-panic that had gone from the ever-present white noise in her head to roar from her mouth, just to get Heather to SEE... but then she says she does, already. At least some.]

[And it's oddly calming even if it's impossible, because no one knows about BOB.]

[She wants to allow herself to feel soothed by Heather's certainty, but she doesn't. Not yet. But she does nod, and she says a small "Yes", because yeah, she heard.]}

_{[Okay. Good. This is good.]

[Heather isn't honestly EXPECTING Laura to be soothed or comforted-- she just wants to get her foot in the door. To show that she knows what she's talking about... at least somewhat.]

[So when Laura calms, Heather sort of nods back in that 'yeah okay we're cool, we're on the same page' way.]}

Okay. Good.

... Now I don't... I don't know what's happened to you.

But I just... I'm here, okay?

I can help.

I can help, and he can't destroy me.

Nothing can.

_{[... All right, well that claim is a BIT presumptuous... but she feels like she deserves to be confident. She's been through too much not to be.]}

_{[And because Laura doesn't know what Heather's been through, she doesn't really believe her, but she does believe in Heather's confidence. She's not bluffing it. She really believes in what she's saying and that means more than WHAT she's saying, so while Laura doesn't take the words to heart, she does get a kind of respect for Heather.]

[And that's something.]

[But it still doesn't mean that she can help. Laura's too far gone. It's what she thinks herself, how she talks about herself, and at this point, she's just waiting to finally die and be rid of the entire thing that is her life.]

[And words from someone she only met a few DAYS ago aren't going to shake that.]

[She swallows and looks away again, because she doesn't know what else to do.]

[...after a while, there's a murmur.]

I hate him.

[And there's no way it isn't true, because despite being kind of broken there's a LOT of venom in it.]

[And it's a good sign, which Heather probably recognises. It means Laura's maybe-kind of-hopefully willing to spill at least something, even if she's not being terribly cooperative.]}

_{[Yeah... well, Heather will... maybe talk about that a little. Later. If Laura talks first.]

[She's not sure WHY she wants to stick her neck out for this girl. Because... well, yeah. Met her a few days ago. But there's a strange sense of kinship and her heart can't help but go out for her.]

[No one had helped Alessa. Not until it was practically too late. Maybe she could help this turn out differently. except whoops she doesn't have any idea it IS practically too late lolololo]}

... Me too. N'I'm pretty sure I don't know him as well as you.

_{[At least not in that form... In any case, it's a sort of unspoken prompt to speak more. She doesn't necessarily EXPECT more... but she's listening if more is coming.]}

_{[At that, she just laughs briefly, bitterly, because consider yourself lucky, Heather.]

[But for the record, she really doesn't know him. He knows her a lot more than she knows him.]

[Except ... except the part where he's her dad. And she thought she knew him. But apparently she doesn't.]

[And that makes her pull in an unsteady breath because she still hasn't dared think too closely about that. She's ... she's not entirely SURE. But what's there, she really can't deny.]

[But THAT, she doesn't want to talk about. It's easier to think of them as separate. She loves her dad. At least as much as she can. But the least she would feel for BOB is love.]

[She kind of ... WOULD want to talk about it, actually. Just because she hasn't been able to, before. But she has no idea where to start or what to say and she still thinks BOB could kill Heather if she said too much.]

[She already has a suspicion about who killed Teresa, after all...]}

_{[Oh, don't worry, Laura. She does. :(]

[Heather lifts one foot onto her seat so that she can rest her chin on her knee as she watches.]}

... I understand if you don't wanna say anything.

But if you want to... I mean, I already know a little. Like I said.

The stuff he does. ... The stuff he says.

_{[She'd been looking away, hiding her mouth behind her own knees like maybe if she can't speak through them, she wouldn't have to. But the last words out of Heather's mouth has her look back at her, well, she's not really a friend but she sort of IS, but she looks back to Heather with a mixed expression.]

[Then she speaks up in a way that makes her sound incredibly unsure.]

[But beneath the initial tone there's something like a sad plea.]}

What do you know?

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