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Super Fluff Meme

It's what you get when you combine the Affectionate Physical Contact Meme with the general Fluff meme. Since they're both basically related and are involved with one another, why not go ahead and throw them together for the ultimate fluff situation? Here's how it works:

Post with your character with the character's name and series in the subject line.
Others respond.
Use RNG and enter 1-15 to pick a scenario.
Then use RNG again and enter 1-9 to pick which physical contact to use next. "Roll" this as often as you want.
Enjoy the fluff

fluff scenario

1.Sick day. You're down with the flu or some injury. Whatever the reason, you're bedridden or at the hospital. Aren't you lucky that that special someone came to visit you?

2.Date night. You've made special plans to show that special someone just how much you love them and nothing can go wrong tonight.

3.Cheer up. One or both of you is feeling down and it's time to get out of that slump by either finding a way to distract yourself or talking it out with the other person.

4.Love confession. Your stomach is doing flip flops and your heart is racing, but you've read all the signs right, and it's time to let that other person know you feel the same way.

5.Special gift. Maybe it's the first time, or maybe this is the gift that really counts. Birthday, Christmas, or just a random present, you've been planning and saving up for this one and are hoping that special person will like it.

6.Last time (for awhile). One of you is going away for some reason (it can be as simple or angsty as you want it to be) and you may be back or you may not, but you want to spend the time you've got left where you are with someone special.

7.Pillow talk. You've just had fantastic sex (which playing out is optional!) and you're both content to lay back and enjoy a little bit of pillow talk or maybe go for round two as soon as you catch your breath!

8.Shared dessert. Whether it's because you're both cheap or you're one of those cute, lovey-dovey couples who love sharing desserts, the two of you are sharing that delicious ice cream sundae or cake with one another. Did some of it get on your partner's nose? Or maybe you want to go ahead and take a bite out of the cookie sticking out of their mouth.

9.Need a friend. You just want to hang out with the guys/girls and have a little fun.

10.I'm sorry. You had a fight with someone and now it's time to kiss and make up. . . or at least make up.

11.A moment at home. There's nothing better than enjoying a peaceful day without anything to worry about. Maybe you'll share a book with a friend, or just enjoy some tea and catch up.

12.Been so long. You're back after a long trip somewhere and now it's time to meet up with someone you've missed a lot and make up for lost time!

13.I'll defend you until the end. You're going to fight for that person and you're going to let them know it or show them, whichever comes first.

14.Pillow fight. You're both feeling the need to have some friendly horseplaying, and what better way than with pillows?

15.Wild card. Reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

physical contact

1.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.

2.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.

3.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.

4.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 (maybe even the bedroom).

5.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!

6.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!

7.Tickling. Does that special someone feel a little tense? Maybe they've been frowning a little too much late? Or maybe you're just feeling a little devilish. Give them a tickle and see what happens!

8.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.

9.Wild Card. Reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

(stolen from

bakerstreet )

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[Arthur would be correct in assuming he knew the other nation was coming over, it's something they all know, something they can feel deep down in their bones when another nation crosses the threshold of their border and it's useful right now. So when Arthur knocks at his door, Ivan doesn't leave him waiting long.

The door opens and well, he wasn't surprised by the appearance of Arthur on his doorstep, but oh, look at you all dressed up! So Ivan smiles, something soft and warm, and gestures for him to step inside.]

To what do I owe this visit for, Arthur?

[Oh, but he's pleased, can't you tell?]

[Oh yes, he can tell, and he's not sure if he should be worried about that or not, but it is such a pleasure to see him after so long that he can't help but smile as he feels his heart skip just once]

Would you believe me if I said that I missed you?

[He keeps his own voice soft as he reaches for Ivan's hand, then hesitates, recalling the recent laws that had been passed in this country. Arthur looks over his shoulder, frowns, then looks back]

Can I come in?

Mm, perhaps, but you might have to convince me of it.

[His smile flickers wider as he teases back and he reaches forward to take Arthur's hand when he never quite bridges the gap between them. But he can see the hesitance and the way Arthur demurs and pulls away and ah, that's not nearly as warm.]

Of course, come in. [There's a gentle soothing of his thumb along the ridges of Arthur's knuckles before he pulls away to let him inside and shut the door after them.] You don't have to worry about that, Arthur.

[It's less fear for himself and more for the other man that he's so hesitant to take his hand where he might be seen, but when Ivan grasps his fingers he smiles and looks up at him, giving a small nod as he's drawn inside. He only relaxes fully, however, when the door is closed, at which point he tugs his hand free and instead grips Ivan's upper arm, stepping a little closer to him]

I have missed you. I wouldn't lie about that, milyi.

[He's hardly worried about it, not now and certainly not later. Perhaps he is a little foolish in that regard, but is that not alright? Because at the moment he has another nation reaching for him and that's nice. There's a bit of a deep chuckle and he easily shifts closer, reaches out to touch fingers to Arthur's cheek and draw him in.]

No, you certainly wouldn't, dorogoy. [He murmurs, lets his free hand settle warm upon Arthur's hip.]

[Arthur reaches up and grasps the hand touching his cheek, curling his fingers around Ivan's and turning his head to press a kiss to the man's palm. He closes his eyes, feeling his heart skip again, that thrilling mixture of adoration and terror that always came when he was around the Russian nation. For a long time one had outweighed the other but the balance had tipped, and he wasn't afraid of Ivan anymore.

At least, not when he didn't have to be.

The hand on his hip serves to pull him closer, and he smiles again, very softly, bringing his free hand up to curl over the man's shoulder as he presses a kiss to his lips]

[Oh, he wasn't expecting that really. His fingers trace skin when Arthur kisses his palm and Ivan hums, intrigued in the easy affection. It's funny though, because Ivan himself adores the older nation in his arms but fear? No, he's not felt that in a long time towards this man.

He tips his head down, easily bridges the height difference between the both of them and kisses back. Ah, but it has been a long time hasn't it? Perhaps you can forgive him, then, for the way he seeks warmth and settles closer. See, because he shifts, lets his arms settle warmly around Arthur's waist despite the chill of his own body and deepens the kiss. His hold is loose enough that Arthur can back away if he wishes even if he doesn't think Arthur will.]

[He can forgive it, and he even encourages it, one hand sliding over his shoulder and around the back of his neck to thumb gently at the fabric of his scarf while the other works free of Ivan's fingers and moves down, resting against the taller man's waist. Arthur would even welcome a tighter hold, even as his own hold on the Russian is gentle, delicate, as if fearing he might break if he grips him too tightly.

The kiss is only broken thanks to a need for air, and Arthur breathes softly, pressing light, brief kisses to Ivan's lips as he does so, eyes half lidded and warm]

It was worth the wait.

[Ivan tenses a bit when he feels that hand at his neck, shoulders inching higher but it's gentle and he relaxes again, hip canting into the hold Arthur has on his waist. It's warm and comfortable pressed close to Arthur like this. However, it's odd being held so delicately and he's almost unsure how to deal with it.

When they part he takes the time to just breathe, smiling under those little kisses and meets that half lidded look with his own. His voice is soft, his accent thick.]

Glad you think so, then.

Edited 2012-07-22 00:56 (UTC)

I do.

[He's eager enough to kiss him again, right there in the hallway and everything else be damned. Still gently thumbing at the scarf, he presses flush against the taller male and brushes a few light kisses along the Russian's jaw.

Green meets violet as he looks up at Ivan, moving up onto his toes to press their lips together once more]

The hallway is lovely, my dear Vanya, but I would like to get further into the house than this.

[His hands press warm against the small of Arthur's back, fingers tracing the gentle curve of his spine. He chuckles again at the kisses to his jaw and at the way Arthur's body arches as he reaches up for another kiss.]

Mm, that's a pity. [He presses a lingering kiss to Arthur's lips, draws back with a step or two and grins. His eyes, amused and lighthearted, lock with bottle green. He returns the diminutive with one of his own, laughing softly under his breath.] Come then Arturshka, since you find my hallway disagreeable.

It isn't a matter of finding it disagreeable, Vanechka.

[Arthur counters with a smile, leaning up to follow that kiss and then stepping back with the faintest hint of disappointment in his eyes, gone as soon as it appeared. He takes hold of Ivan's hand instead, lacing his long, slim fingers with the Russian's]

But your height advantage is entirely unfair and I'd very much like to have you sit down.

Ah, I see. [His grin tugs wider, free hand reaching out to tap Arthur's nose. But he's definitely happy to have Arthur's hand in his, both so he can leech off some of his warmth and again because he'd always loved Arthur's hands and the way they felt cradled in his. So this wasn't really a surprise now was it? But he can hardly resist teasing back, yes his height is rather intimidating isn't it?]

Would you rather me on my knees, darling? [He snickers, steps sure even as he leads blindly.] Or would that displease you as well?

[Oh. Oh.

Teasing Arthur like that can go one of two ways - either he can become an incoherent blushing mess, or he can return it in kind. This time, the one that happens is the latter, and Arthur's fingers curl around Ivan's scarf to draw him to a halt. He uses his grip on the soft fabric to tug the man down nearer to his eye level, and smirks softly at him, one fingertip trailing gently down the line of his jaw]

Are you offering?

[He's not entirely surprised, though certainly the blushing mess that Arthur has a tendency to turn into is adorable. But when he goes like this, softly commanding and sure, then Ivan can't help but offer a grin that's all taunt. But that hold does cause him to halt, settling in closer, shoulders shifting as he does so. He chuckles in the back of his throat, tipping his head to chase the gentle touch alongside his jaw.

There's a flutter of pale lashes and a shiver of violet as Ivan gazes down at Arthur.] Are you going to take me up on it if I say yes?

Have you ever known me to turn down seeing you on your knees?

[Arthur smirks again, but there's a soft edge to it. Yes, he does enjoy seeing Ivan submit like that, but there's something about the man that never truly submits, he thinks, and something infinitely more satisfying in hearing him gasp and groan as he spends himself inside Arthur's body.

Dear lord, he could feel himself blushing just thinking of it, blood flushing his cheeks a faint pink]

[His smile stretches into a smirk at that blush, easily seeing the way Arthur's mind is heading. It's true that he never really submits, no matter how much trust he has for a nation (something that's rare, truly) Ivan has never been able to let himself let go and fully submit. He's a bit too proud and paranoid for that, don't you think? Not that trying to get him to submit isn't an interesting venture, he does make the best expressions after all.]

Mm, nyet. [Here he laughs, soft, warm, and leans in to press kisses to the angle of Arthur's jaw.] Unless you've other plans?

[The English nation's fingers curl a little tighter into Ivan's scarf, though not too hard - he'd not want to provoke a sudden mood change. It hadn't taken him long to work out how best to deal with this man.. they were so very alike, after all, in so many ways.

He tilts his head into the kisses pressed to his jaw and lets out a soft hum of approval, one hand abandoning the scarf to lift and push into Ivan's hair, running through it and gently brushing it back]

I thought we might play it by ear, sweetheart.

[Those fingers might not provoke him, just yet, but he's constantly aware of where they are and how tightly they hold to his scarf. But this nation, no, this man is someone he can trust so Ivan just relaxes his shoulders and chuckles against the warm curve of Arthur's neck.

There's a gentle, affectionate, bump of his nose to the line of Arthur's jaw at those fingers running though the mess of his hair and he murmurs low and sugar sweet.]

Of course, though I thought you'd wanted to move from my hallway~?

Oh, I do, I do.

[But it's where they go from here that's currently occupying his thoughts. He tilts his head to the bump along his jaw and chuckles, giving a small nod and brushing a kiss along the top of the man's ear. As much as he's content to stand here being affectionate, he has the feeling that now is the time to take charge, and so he does, taking hold of Ivan's hand and tugging him through to the sitting room, walking backwards with a softly coy smile on his face as he does so]

Sit, won't you?

[Ivan hums, lets their fingers tangle together as Arthur leads them to the sitting room. He wants to wipe that smile of Arthur's face, kiss and bite until he's trying to hold back moans and failing. It's highly likely Arthur can tell that and perhaps that's why he used that twist of a smile, taunting was one of his stronger suits after all.

But for now, Ivan's following the other nation's lead, letting himself be pulled and tugged and ordered about. There's a grin, something that borders on a smirk and he's settling down on the couch, head tipping back to keep Arthur in his sight, hands warming on his hips.]

Is this better, then~?

[There are few people who could say they could read Ivan like an open book and fewer who would say they wanted to, but Arthur can, and he does, feeling a small thrill run up his spine as he realises exactly what's on the Russian's mind.

When he's seated, Arthur doesn't waste time before he slides forwards and onto the larger man's lap, one hand running into his hair as he settles himself and gently cants his hips down, making himself comfortable]

Much better, dorogoy..

[Arthur would truly be among one of the few and if anything, Ivan appreciates that even when he'd rather the man couldn't see through his masks and lies. But again, that's idle thought, nothing that really should be on mind when he's got a willing body in his lap and warm fingers carding through his hair. So here he lets his arms wrap around Arthur, draw them both together and lets his voice fall from the accented English to the familiar tumble of his native language.]

Pleased to be of service, then. [Perhaps a bit see through, but he'd always enjoyed the way his language sounds coming from the Englishman settled in his lap. There's another slip of a smirk here as he tips his head into the palm of Arthur's hand, gaze half-lidded but intent.]

Of course you are.

[It's easily enough that Arthur slips into softly accented Russian, undeniably English as he speaks it but his pronunciation close to perfect. He keeps his eyes on Ivan's, fingers sliding up his scarf, then over his shoulders and inwards, just beneath the fabric. He's not going to push, he likes his hands where they are, but he rests his hands there, thumbing gently against the curve of the Russian's neck]

What shall we do, dear one?

[There's a rumble of a laugh at that soft touch, he'll never get over just how carefully Arthur tends to treat him. As if he's made of glass and one careless move will send him into shattered bits. So he leans in, gently bites at Arthur's lip and shifts underneath him in a faint effort to get comfortable.]

And here I was thinking we'd play it by ear. [Soft laughter and a kiss. Yeah, okay he couldn't resist using your own words against you, sorry~~~]

cuties.....

;w;

;o; /hugs

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