To show how I feel

[atyourservices]

ways to show affection When it comes to the way affection is shown, everyone has a different way they go about it. That means that there's a pretty good chance, with regards to couples, you could end up with two people who have two varying approaches towards how they prove they care...sometimes radically varying, which can lead to more than a little confusion or hurt feelings if there's not proper communication. But when both people are on the same page, they can tell each other how they feel with few words. ☄ Comment with your character, info, prefs, and how your character will likely show affection. ☄ Reply to others. ☄ Thread, my dears! ☆ WORDS: Sweet affirmations, pet names, even ☆ CUDDLES: Hugs, nuzzles, the works. ☆ KISSING: On the check or on the lips. ☆ KINDNESS: Always there for them. ☆ PROVIDING: Providing care, providing protection, providing financially. ☆ GENTLE...ER: Your only weak spot. ☆ MEANNESS: Straight up tsundere. ☆ GIFTS: All the pretty things. ☆ ACTIONS: Visits, taking care of their problems, taking them out, and more. ☆ SUBTLE: A distant sort of affection, but they know. ☆ [ WILDCARD ]

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clark kent • mos/bvs

[in_the_sun]

[ ota. ]

dick grayson » dcu

[uptake]

Spiderman / peter parker desu | marvel's civil war | OTA

[civilwarspidey]

sayaka miki | madoka magica | ota

[dirgery]

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA

[huntsdemons]

mostly subtle but with hints of a few others

[huntsdemons]

Everyone who had ever met knew Dean Winchester was allergic to feelings and emotions. He left those to his little sister and just went on with his life like a good little soldier. Of course just because he refuses to acknowledge his emotions doesn't mean they aren't there, and the older he gets the harder they are to ignore.

Ever since he and his sister had taken things a little further than normal siblings did Dean found himself wanting to give her more. More of himself, more of what he wanted/felt/needed from her. They'd been through to much now and with the Darkness looming and Cas compromised they needed to rely on one another now more than ever.

All of this led to what Dean was currently doing. He had just finished fixing them both a wonderful dinner if he did say so himself. Grilled chicken, oven roasted potatoes, and he'd even made his sister a salad placing the perfectly grilled chicken atop it for her. While he himself skipped the salad he knew she would be happy with her own. He'd even pulled out a candle and set it on the table trying to be a little romantic. He lit it with his lighter and then looked around at his setting. With everything finished he padded down the hall to the library and stuck his head around the corner. "Hey uh...I made dinner if you wanna come eat." He turned and headed back to the kitchen to wait for her.

[alwaysshotgun]

Samantha lifted her head when Dean stuck his head in and spoke, smiling at him before she pushed herself up from the table and closed her laptop. Honestly, she'd been smelling whatever it was he was cooking and damn did it smell good. So she made her way down the hall to the kitchen, pausing when she noticed the candle and just staring from the table to him and back again.

"Dean...did you do this for me?" She asked softly, blushing and leaning against the door frame for a moment. She walked towards him, hesitating before kissing his cheek and then sitting down at the table. "This is amazing. And really sweet. Thank you."

[huntsdemons]

"Yeah...figured you deserved something nice for a change. I'm sorry I've been kind of a pain lately." He admitted with a slight blush as he took his own seat. He prevented himself from saying anything else by starting to eat his meal. It was good, he was glad since he's worked so hard on it. He hoped Sam liked it as much as he did. "I uh..I also thought I might offer you a back rub later. If you wanted it."

[alwaysshotgun]

"You haven't been that much of a pain." She said, reaching over and taking his hand, giving it a small squeeze. Then she dug into her meal, groaning at the taste and looking over at him. "You didn't just make this from a bag. You actually chopped up all this stuff yourself, didn't you?" Her smile grew and she blushed bright, ducking her head and looking at him through her lashes. "I would love a back rub."

Jackie Fierro | WtNV | open

[elevendollars]

[[22-year-old maybe-immortal who runs a pawn shop. Time is weird, clocks don't work, the world is large and out to get us all. Is likely to be affectionate with arm punches and name-calling.]]

sugawara koushi ↺ haikyuu!!

[dotings]

( m/m for shipping, ota for gen! )

iwaizumi hajime | haikyuu!!

[ballasts]

( m/m only for shipping, ota for gen! )

whispers LOVE ME

[pinpointing]

[They're just walking home from school, it's just another day - but Oikawa feels a bit starved for attention. They've been nonstop busy and it's been hard to get time that hasn't been spent between volleyball and studying lately, so before Iwaizumi can fully turn to disappear into his own house, Oikawa turns to step up behind him and slouch against his back, sliding his arms around his shoulders and exhaling a light little whine.]

Iwa-chan, can I come over? I want to come over.

NEVER

[ballasts]

[ if you ask iwaizumi, there isn't a day in oikawa's life where he hasn't been starved for attention.

... so, yeah, he should be expecting this. but he stumbles forward as oikawa's weight suddenly crashes into his back, only barely managing to plant his feet properly before he tumbles forward onto his face. ugh. but!! he hasn't exactly been able to demonstrate a strong record of not giving into oikawa's (frequent and incessant) demands up until this point, so.

yeah, he's just dragging the idiot into his own house. ]

As long as you don't act like a pain in the ass, I don't care. [ aaaand he dumps oikawa unceremoniously onto the couch once they're inside. friendship. ]

cries all over

[pinpointing]

[Letting Iwaizumi all but carry him in through the doorway, he lets out a little surprised whine at being dumped onto the couch of all places. Why couldn't he get dumped further inside, like Iwaizumi's room or the kitchen at least - he knows he smells milk bread freshly baked.]

You should totally care, and absolutely feed me. [All of this without moving a muscle from where he was left, only speaking up louder if Iwaizumi dared leave the room.]

[ballasts]

Yeah, yeah.

[ dropping his bag in a heap by the couch, already moving off towards the kitchen before oikawa's demand reaches him. he hates to admit it, okay, but after spending this long around the other boy, he's pretty whipped. and that's why he comes back after a few moments with two thick slices of milk bread in his hands, only pausing long enough to kick oikawa's feet off the couch to make room for himself before he plops down.

passing a slice over!! and then slouching back on the couch, letting himself melt halfway into the cushions. ]

Has anyone ever told you how obnoxious it is to barge into someone else's house and start demanding shit?

[ he has. on multiple occasions. :'( ]

lev haiba | haikyuu!!

[longcats]

( m/m only for shipping, ota for gen! )

I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE TO START SO I STARTED IN THE MIDDLE

[kuroo]

[Pre-breakfast practices aren't the best -- sometimes they're the best, but they're abridged, good for waking up, but mostly just a precursor. He's been up since the asscrack of dawn due to such, and due to Lev's success, and because he's pretty hungry, he's offered to foot breakfast at the nearest coffee shop.

Likely not without a catch, but he hasn't gotten that far yet. He's just hungry, really, and Lev was available, err, eager to come along as per his whole disposition in general. He wasn't about to object, rather, he made sure to make a show of how great breakfast would be before taking off with the beanpole. Immature, maybe, but that's what Nekoma Volleyball gets for declining breakfast with him.

Being indebted to Kuroo is scary, probably.

But the streets are vacant enough at such an hour -- either super vacant or busy enough where the average three-piece-suiter wouldn't notice a couple of slightly sweaty boys making their trek along. The tips of his fore and middle fingers slip down the first year's palm, dipping between his fingers in an extremely lax handhold.]

Have you ever had coffee before?

[He's concerned, just a bit. Orange juice is more suitable for the two of them, but just in case Lev has any stupid ideas...preparedness is key.]

GOOD let's hold fucking hands

[longcats]

[ being invited to breakfast with the team captain is definitely a special privilege!! reserved for the ace of a team!! so that's why lev's chest is puffed proudly as he trots along beside kuroo, shoulders thrown back and face radiating his pride to the world.

... the fact that kuroo had invited the rest of the team and had soundly been turned down? obviously beside the point. lev isn't one to be tripped up on the details. ]

Yes! [ immediately! enthusiastically! ] ... I mean, no. I mean! Once, I think!

[ his parents learned very quickly to limit lev's caffeine intake. ] But if Kuroo-san is buying coffee, then I'll drink it all to show my appreciation!

pay attn to the right things lev...

[kuroo]

You think?

[Did he catch such a high he blacked out from it? Somehow he can't...see that happening. He was envisioning the polar opposite, actually. It's worrying either way. They're gonna stick to OJ.]

Don't worry about something like that unless I'm brewing the coffee.

[Duh. His fingers slip over Lev's knuckles, nonchalant, hardly acknowledging the gesture himself...besides being the initiator.]

Mikleo | Tales of Zestiria

[touchy_feeleo]

Heck pretty much. Any of these could work, really. Gifts or action maybe?

[historiology]

[Really, it never actually takes much to cheer Sorey up. A new book, an invitation for a walk, a chance to hit up the library and walk through those shelves of books waiting to be read, the simple presence of his friends, Mikleo's cooking, or more accurate, his frozen treats he regularly offers Sorey. It's the simple things, things that may not be expensive or necessarily take much in the way of preparation, but then, given his upbringing it is probably not so surprising that he doesn't have the grandest expectations.

Mikleo, of all people, understands that. Which is why it's rather easy for the other to figure something to try to divert Sorey dwelling on recent events of their journey. It won't take anything that major to shift his mood even somewhat.]

Does this work?

[touchy_feeleo]

[Mikleo knew Sorey all too well. Even if they hadn't grown up together, Sorey was a pretty easy person to figure out, for the most part. Mikleo liked to think that he knew the most about Sorey than anyone else and vice versa for Mikleo too. A Seraph didn't exactly need much to live. He had no need to eat besides for the simple fact of savoring food and maybe making Sorey feel a bit more at home back when they were still kids. All you really needed to do was put some ruins or historically interesting facts in front of him, and he would be entertained for a while. But more than that, it really didn't matter to Mikleo what happened as long as he could always stand by Sorey.

So Mikleo never really asked for any gifts himself -- never really had much need for them -- and to be honest... He had no idea what to give when he needed to. Still, he'd noticed how much Sorey had been overworking himself, so he wanted to do something to make him relax. Even if he insisted that he was fine, Mikleo didn't believe that to be 100% true; It showed on Sorey's expression and actions that he was wearing down. So he'd decided to try to find a way to drag Sorey with him -- alone. He'd specifically asked the others to "sight see" or something. Anything that would get them out of his head or nearby.

He just hoped that they'd actually do what he asked and not try to invade their privacy, which was really something they generally didn't have anyways. Taking him to a nice secluded place to just... relax. At least, Mikleo thought that the sight was something he'd like. The night sky was filled with bright stars, despite being in a city.]

I don't know about you, but some peace and quiet is a nice change of pace.

Totally works!

[historiology]

[At the very least, if any of them were still using him as a vessel, Sorey would be able to sense that, right? Not that he has any particular inkling on what Mikleo has in mind when he gets Sorey on his own. It's not that he minds the other's company, it's nice to have them around and it almost feels like they are another new family in a way, besides Mikleo and Gramps. But at the same time, it's only once they actually are alone that he notices how long it has been since the two of them had time to themselves. Just them. Aside from a couple of hours reading together or the like in their room at inns after dinner or something.

It is nice. Peaceful, quiet. Private. Just what he needs, what both of them probably need, really. Sorey gives a small smile as he looks up, taking in the stars.]

It is. Still not quite as clear as back home, but almost. It's nice though. Bit of a break.

[Even Sorey has to admit there are times when they need one. Even if it is sometimes only heeded because Mikleo or Lailah insist on it and then he realizes just how exhausted he is from everything.]

Ana Jarvis | Agent Carter | OTA

[anajarvis]