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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 various memes on

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Stiles had been racking his brain trying to figure out what to get Erica. Gift-giving was his way of apologizing or trying to make nice when he'd been in the wrong. And boy, had he been wrong.

Not that a certain blonde hadn't sort of asked for it now and again, what with claws poking him and starters being smashed in his face, but that hadn't been for a while now and he felt they'd reached a truce of sorts. Especially after the whole Batman thing. He was going to carry that with him until his grave, even if she'd been half out of it at the time. Honestly, he'd rather remember what she'd said than how she'd screamed and the sounds of her bones breaking as Derek forced the toxin out of her system. Yeah, that had sucked.

So, what do you get the girl that has... he had no idea what she had. He knew she'd gotten a new wardrobe, so clothes were out. Besides, he was banned from going into the ladies department alone after staring at the lingerie section too long when he'd been shopping for Lydia.

He was currently dealing with a problem with his card and a little issue regarding returning a lot of jewelry and things that a certain someone hadn't wanted, so his finances were in a bit of a tangle. But, he had something that he was hoping would smooth things over, if he could manage to put it in a way that didn't sound totally creepy or pervy.

He'd decided to do it in a card, one he'd sent to her house with a bouquet of flowers.

To Erica: One free massage to be given at your discretion. Call and make an appointment at the Stilinski household and you can claim one hour of free massage time.

P.S., Not the creepy kind.

He'd had to write a second copy after adding 'Unless you want one' to the end of the first note. But, it was sent and if she felt like actually claiming it, then he was prepared. If not, hey, at least he'd tried, right?

They go unnoticed, at first, mostly because Erica's pretty sure those belonged to her mom as a gift from one of her clients. Flowers coming to the door for someone were never for her, not even now that she was hot; whether or not she wanted that was irrelevant. So when she finally realized that it her name on the envelope and not her mother's (all of two days later), she stopped and stared for a minute, before reaching over and plucking the card from the plastic holder inside the bouquet.

She'd laughed at it, at first. What the hell, Stiles? Was this some kind of weird joke? That made more sense than it actually being something sincere. After all, why would he notice her now when he'd gone so long chasing after Lydia Martin? Maybe he was making fun of her? That thought created a little pool of anger in her stomach, and her first instinct is to trash it all and beat the shit out of him later for it, but something kept her from doing it, and she shoved the card into her back pocket.

Probably best to ask about it directly, right?

So it was two days later and just starting nightfall when she showed up on the Stilinski's porch, knocking on the door with the soft part of her fist.

He hadn't heard back anything in terms of his gift, so he thought maybe she'd shrugged it off and decided to ignore him. As for why he wasn't still panting after Lydia? He was slowly, oh so slowly coming to the dawning realization that no matter what choices she was given, she would never, ever, ever choose him. Ever. It hurt and it sucked and he wanted to punch Jackson in the face, but it was what it was and he'd seen enough creepy behavior from Matt to ever want to trip and fall into the same class as him.

Not that he would have anyway. He knew the line not to cross, though he liked to press himself up against it and try to lick the other side occasionally. He knew better. So he'd moved on. Or was trying to. He knew there were other girls out there, but trying to find one to set his sights on when he was so used to that gaze being directed somewhere else was hard.

He wasn't consciously thinking of trying to put that focus on Erica, but his subconscious remembered the little things. Like her crush on him before she'd gotten her wolf makeover, or how she'd looked up at him when she'd been seizing in his arms. His subconscious liked to supply him with those images and more when he slept. He'd had more than one sticky-sheeted dream because of her (not that he'd ever tell her).

The knock on his door had him perking up from where he'd been sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Getting up, he wondered if it was Scott dropping by for some reason, smile already on his face as he pulled the door open. "Hey, did she actually let you off your lea-- Oh. Hey, Erica."

That was definitely not Scott on his doorstep. He stood looking at her, surprised for a moment before he stood back and pulled the door open. "Uh, come in?"

Stiles was cute. Erica had thought so since day one of Freshman year in their mutual math class that he probably didn't even remember that they shared. It hadn't changed any in the ensuing year and a half of their schooling, and when she saw him in the cafeteria the day after her transformation, she'd looked right at him as she bit into that apple and sauntered out.

He'd still never given her the time of day until the library incident, though. So the fact she was standing on his porch looking pissed shouldn't have been terribly surprising. His invitation was, though; she'd expected him to know exactly why she was there, and crack a joke and she'd punch him and it'd be over with. Her fingers flexed down at her side as she looked him over before stepping into the house.

Erica only knew where he lived by virtue of Derek stalking. She'd never been inside his house before, and while she hadn't been sure what to expect, it still... underwhelmed. It was a house. Certainly not as big as hers. It felt more like a home, too.

When she was about four long strides into the entry way, Erica turned and pulled the card out of her pocket, holding it up in two fingers.

"What the hell is this?"

She stalked past him and he could feel the heat of her as she did. And the anger. He wasn't quite sure where that was coming from so he was going to have to play this carefully. Women were frightening all on their own. Add in hormones and super werewolf powers and they were a completely terrifying species.

One he found himself inexorably drawn to.

He looked down at the card in her hand, licking his lips quickly before he answered. "It's, uh, it's a gift card?"

Wasn't that what it looked like? He hadn't put the pervy addition on, had he? He was pretty sure he'd been careful about not putting it on that card. Oh damn, did he send the wrong card? Yeah, he was a dead man.

"A gift card," she replied flatly, dropping her hand to her side. "Not a joke?" Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Erica took one step closer to him, looking over his face for... well. Something, anyway. Maybe an indication that he wasn't kidding.

She wasn't really sure what answer she wanted more.

"What? No, not a joke. I, uh, I didn't know what to get you and the flowers seemed like they weren't enough. Was that... not okay?" He was a little concerned at the moment. She looked anything but impressed and he still remembered how easily she'd knocked him flat on his ass before.

Confusion settled on her features then, and Erica glanced to the card in her hand and then back to his face. Shoving it at him, she pressed her hand against his chest, and okay, maybe she should be a little more suspicious of this, but at the same time, it was Stiles.

He'd stayed with her until her seizing had stopped and made sure she was okay. He'd never noticed her, but he'd never gone out of his way to make her miserable, either. He was obsessed with Lydia Martin, but he'd sent her flowers for reasons she still wasn't really able to process all that well.

So fuck it, she thought. "Fine. I'm cashing in."

"You're... oh. Oh!." He held the card to keep it from falling, looking at her with wide eyes. "Now?"

Then he realized how that sounded. "Not that now's not good. Now's good. Now's fine. Now's perfect. I, uh... hold on."

He had to go clean his room. And make his bed. And hide things. All the things. "Just hold on." He bolted upstairs, doing an emergency clean up.

Moving out of the way as he bolts, Erica watched him scramble up the stairs, raising a fairly judgmental eyebrow that he couldn't see. His dad wasn't home, so she thought, so whatever his deal was, she was going to leave him to it. The noise of the television caught her attention, and she turned to the living room, shedding her jacket as she moved into it.

So this was Stiles' house. A year ago, she probably would have been freaking out about this. Even the idea of getting invited over to Stiles' place sent her heart into butterfly flutters, and she smirked to herself at the thought of it. She wasn't nervous now. Why should she be? Everything was better, she had control. She didn't have to worry about making a fool of herself. And, okay, maybe she still liked him, which was probably why she'd even decided to confront him in the first place, but being nervous? No. That wasn't in the cards any longer.

It was nice. Homey. Her initial impression remained; a family lived here, people who were close. There were pictures everywhere, and Erica found herself stopping in front of them, looking at the images of Stiles through the years, a couple of him and his dad and one of the two of them and a rather pretty woman. That one she picked up to look at closer, setting it back down after a moment. His mom? Probably. She vaguely remembered her dad mentioning something about Mrs Stilinski passing away, but she'd never really put the two together.

Glancing over her shoulder, she turned and headed out of the living room and took the stairs two at a time, following the noises of Stiles cleaning his room. She paused in his doorway, watching him with a tiny smirk. "Want some help?"

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He'd just finished stuffing a magazine that no one should know he had under his night stand when he heard her, squawking and tripping as he tried to rise, turn, and hide all at the same time. Ow.

"Uh, no. No. I'm good. It's all good. Are you good. Yeah, you're good."

He was rambling. He knew he was rambling. He could feel the urge to keep talking rise and he literally bit his lip to shut himself up. Standing, he smoothed the bed covers, looking around to see if there was anything embarrassing out. No, it was good. Oh, damn, what about smell? Did it smell bad? If he'd known she was coming over, he would have put fresh sheets on. He hadn't done anything on these, but he'd slept on them. For a week.

"So, um. Really? You want to... to claim this now? Okay. Okay. Um, here, sit down." It would be better if she laid down, but he wasn't going to just start off with, 'hey, lay down on my bed and let me get the oil'.

It smelled like Stiles, which wasn't going to be something she complained about. He smelled... nice. Like teenage boy, slightly chemical, or maybe like the air right before lightning flashed.

Erica sat on the edge of the bed, tossing her jacket to the computer chair nearby. At least she was wearing one of those sleeveless corsets she liked, so she wouldn't have to take off her shirt. Unless he wanted her to. "Is now a bad time?"

He watched the movement of her taking off her jacket, trying not to lick his lips when he saw the corset top she was wearing. He'd really liked her wardrobe update. It took him a second to look up at her, trying to pretend like he hadn't been staring.

"Now's good. Really. You can just make yourself comfortable. I'll go wash my hands." And grab the lotion, just in case.

He'd totally been staring, and she'd noticed, a slow grin making her way across her features for a brief moment. See, Stiles? She told you she had a beautiful everything.

Erica nodded at him, and reaches down to undo the laces on her boots, toeing them off and kicking them to the side before sliding back up onto the bed and making herself comfortable, one knee raised, the other stretched out. His room was uniquely him, smell aside. She liked it. It suited him.

He watched her lie herself down, almost walking into the door frame as he left the room. Smooth, Stilinski.

He went into the bathroom and washed his hands, looking at himself in the mirror and giving himself a mental pep talk. Mental, because he knew she'd hear him. Hands washed, he dipped into the cupboard to grab a bottle of lotion. He had oil in his room (don't ask) but he figured that was just a little on the creepy side.

Coming back in, he smiled at her, trying not to let his eyes move from her face. "Hey. Uh, you'll have to roll over." Unless you want me to rub your--. He cut his train of thought off, hands fidgeting with the bottle.

"Oh, kinky." Her tone was teasing, and she settles back into the mattress, still on her back for a moment. She couldn't help it; making him squirm was fun. She finally rolled over, though, tugging her hair up and out of the way of her shoulders, burying her face in his pillows.

No, don't say that, Erica. Don't give his mind more of an excuse to go there. He moved over to the bed, sitting on it and looking over at the expanse of skin suddenly bared to him. She had a lot of blonde hair and he just wanted to play with it.

No, no he didn't. He wanted to do exactly what he'd promised he'd do. Give her a massage. That's it. Behave, Stilinski. He moved closer, sitting beside her at waist height and opened the lotion to pour into his hand. Setting the bottle down, he rubbed what he'd poured in his hands together before moving to settle them on her shoulders. "Just let me know if I'm going to hard."

He always started out a little gently on his dad before working up to getting the knots out.

She had to laugh at that a little bit. Was he being for real? He was making this too easy. Erica turned her head a little bit, so she could look at him. "What if I like it hard?"

His hand slipped off her shoulder, smearing lotion on his pillow. His mouth opened and he really did try to respond, but it was... hard.

"Uh... I'll, uh, yeah." He put his hands back on her shoulders and started to massage her shoulders in earnest.

That earned him a giggle, maybe a little bit mocking. It stopped pretty abruptly, though, once his hands were on her shoulders, and she actually had the decency to hold back the small moan that was building in her throat because god damn.

She hadn't really realized how tense her shoulders were. She sighed, though, eyes fluttering closed, and her voice was a little breathy when she finally spoke again after a while. "Where'd you learn to do this?"

She'd turned her teasing smile away and he could focus. Somewhat. His fingers kneaded along her shoulders, then down to where the corset started on her back before working back up. "My dad has a lot of stress in his shoulders." And the Stilinski men took care of each other.

He didn't usually use lotion on his dad, just got him to lay out in his undershirt and let him give him a rub down, but he'd managed to strengthen his hands doing it, and the lotion just seemed like a nice touch for a girl and to ease the friction on her skin. He wondered if she'd let him do along her arms, otherwise an hour was going to be spent on a very localized area. "Is it... okay?"

Her response was to hum happily, glancing back up at him out of the corner of her eye. "Yeah. Kinda makes me wonder what else you can do with your hands," she said.

She'd let him touch her all over, if he wanted. Arms, hands, legs, body. It wasn't like she hadn't ever had dreams about that kind of thing, or anything. Granted, they involved less clothes and more hands, but this was close, and she wasn't going to complain.

How many girls could say they got massages from their crush?

Stiles shouldn't be privy to that information. He wouldn't know what to do with it. The suggestive comment had his hands stilling for a moment, thoughts running rampant anyway.

She was evil and she knew it. He kept trying to refrain from being even semi aroused around her because, hello, pheromones. Scott could pick up when he was in the mood to go have some alone time. He didn't want to know what she could pick up if he sprouted a sudden boner with his hands on her. "Lots of things. They, uh, they do lots."

"Yeah?" It was almost a purr, the way it came out, and she turned a little more so she could look at him without straining her neck. Evil was probably a little too harsh of a term. She was absolutely abusing the fact that it was easy to make him squirm, though, and if ever called out on it she'd admit it in a heart beat. She could do that now, make guys want her with just the tilt of her hips or a look in her eye.

"Like what?" And, okay, maybe she was laying it on a little thick. But the situation itself was asking for it. The air smelled thick to her, like Stiles' scent had gone into overdrive, and she wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but it didn't seem to be a bad thing. Or, at least, it wasn't a bad thing to her.

Stiles was attracted to her. To her. It was almost enough to make her giddy.

He heard the purr and if his scent was thick before...

Enjoy the eau de Stilinski, Erica.

"Uh, like... like this. And typing. I'm good at typing. Fixing my equipment." He winced. "My lacrosse equipment." Better. "And, um, other things."

Her skin was soft and the lotion was making it softer, His fingers were gliding over her and he was working them around the curve of her neck, trying not to get any lotion in her hair. He was half leaning over her to try to get the other side, not at all noticing the catches on the corset. Nope.

5-6 (I hope you don't mind another Stiles?)

you have no idea how much i don't mind <333

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I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

It's okay =)

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