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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 hadn't been crying, exactly, but there was absolutely no mistaking the tired, tearful weariness in her eyes when she looked up at the other teenager, offering a weak smile.]}

Hi, Maine ...

_{[Looking into her lap where her hands were resting, she didn't really know what to answer - so she didn't. Instead she kept quiet for a while.]

[But there was definitely something on her mind and she let some of it show, voice quiet.]}

Do you think there are angels in hell?

_{[Ooh yeah. Heather is very familiar with that look. She's worn it more than once... although she has a feeling Laura (or 'Washington') may in fact have more practice at it than she does.]

[Heather plops her chin on a fist, watching the other girl quietly.]

[The question actually makes her lips quirk upwards, although it's a bittersweet smile.]}

Angels in hell?

Sure are.

_{[She'd know. She met one.]}

... But they're not the types you'd wanna invite home to meet th'folks, if you get my meaning.

_{[Heather's rewarded with an amused little sound, although it turns into a sniffle and Laura isn't quite looking at her. She draws a leg up from under the table, hugs it close and rests her chin on it, eyes lost somewhere near the salt shakers.]

[Her shoes are kicked off, discarded on the floor for the moment.]

[She'd rather not cry about all this, but ... she can't help it coming over her anyway. Not that she thinks she doesn't have a reason to, but it feels like BOB's winning even more when she acknowledges the pain.]

[She tries to steel herself, though.]}

Yeah, I hear you.

I guess the angels just ... aren't that good anymore.

Yeah... gotta agree with you there.

_{[She watches a second longer... and then reaches over to lay a hand on the back of Laura's, squeezing it shut with her own and then sort of giving it a firm little shake. It's not a comforting gesture as much as it is an encouraging one.]}

Guess that means it's up to people to look out for each other instead, yeah?

_{[She looks almost confused for a second ... because people are bad, Heather, they don't give a fuck about you. She might have outright laughed at the words alone, with a kind of "and look at how well that turns out" quip.]

[But the encouragement and the friendly intimacy of the gesture has her sob into her knee, even as she leans into the other girl.]

[She misses Donna. But Heather isn't so bad.]

[Still, she's also shaking her head in a kind of response. :C]}

_{[Well, duh... Heather knows that...]

[Which is maybe why she quickly amends, as she releases the other girl's hand to extend an arm around her shoulders instead--]}

The ones who know what it's like.

_{[She doesn't mind being leaned on... or the fact that Laura's crying. No shame in tears. All that 'stoicism at all costs' stuff was bullshit. Everyone deserves to cry sometimes.]}

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_{[Doesn't mean she doesn't hate it. She's been crying so much lately, so so much, at so many things, and sometimes without knowing why. It bothers her.]

[Nowhere near as much as certain things bother her, but ...]}

I ... I d-didn't think anyone did, I ...

[She manages that inbetween sobs. Vocal, because she's not a composed, pretty, a-single-tear-kind of crier. Life's not a movie. Life is violent, and so are the tears.]

_{[If anyone knows that life and tears are nothing like the movies, it's Heather. After all, life doesn't end up the way we want all the time...]

[She draws Laura a little closer with the embrace, sort of rocking back and forth a bit. Heather's never been a maternal person, but she knows what makes her feel a little better, so... yeah. Doing that, for what it's worth.]

[She can feel sympathetic stinging in her eyes, but she blinks it back. Probably won't help. Not right now. Washington needs a shoulder.]}

... Sometimes it feels like no one does, but...

_{[She DOESN'T know what it's like, not SPECIFICALLY. She doesn't KNOW what Laura's gone through. Only that it's similar, and that it's BAD. Really bad, whatever it is.]}

_{[It really, really doesn't. Both Silent Hill and Twin Peaks are perfect examples of that and even though Laura hasn't seen the end of her road yet, she's pretty damn sure it's going to be very different from how she'd really like it all to go.]

[And that is worth something, for the while Laura lets her. But it only takes her another moment or two to almost violently pull away, keeping Heather at arm's length, literally, as well as she can, back to acting on her old deep-seated fear.]}

No. No, you ... y-you have to go now.

_{[Heather had trailed off, because... words are stupid and she's not feeling very good at them at the moment.]

[But she looks up in slight shock as she's suddenly pushed away-- she lets go willingly, but braces a foot on the ground to stay steady against the push, looking at Laura with furrowed brows.]}

What? Why?

_{[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.]}

the saddest :C

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