There's nothing wrong with wanting to play out some cute, fluffy interaction. So break out the butterflies in the stomach, the hand holding, the love confessions, the NOTICE ME SENPAIS, and all the adorableness you can stomach - no matter if if fits your character perfectly or not. It's all about characters getting comfortable with each other while being total goobers and showing love.
It's shameless, sure, but it's fun!
Comment with your character, preferences, etc.
Reply to others.
Thread and doki until your heart can doki no more.
encouragement - You can't help crushing on this person because they boost your self-worth and make you feel like you're actually a decent person!!!
first date - It's a date! Or not. Maybe you're just at the skating rink, the intergalactic space station, or the five an dine at the same time.
badass with a crush - You're badass but you kind of want to just dote on that special person.
holding hands - Such a simple act that can make your heart pound.
acting like dorks and avoiding the questions - What it says on the tin.
impress - Hey, hey. Look at me, I'm awesome!
kiss - Happy kisses, cheek kisses, angry kisses, SHUTTING YOU UP kisses.
picnics - Get close to that special person while getting some good food.
hugs - You're so nice and soft.
denial - Feelings? No way. Let me repress those bad boys.
mean - Pull their pigtails because you like them.
unusually kind - You can't help but be really nice to the one you care for.
presents - Here, I brought you this necklace. Or - Here, I brought you the head of our enemies.
don't know how to act - I like this person?! WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO OH GOD.
defending - Verbally or physically, you're standing up for your crush.
telling them - You're going to confess...if things don't keep going wrong.
oblivious - They don't know how you feel.
loving smut - The smut option, full of cuteness.
unrequited - Again, what it says on the tin.
wildcard
Please note: the Shipping Picture Prompt meme is HERE @ fluffnstuff
( It slowly occurs to Viktor that for all the things he does say, there are those he presumes are understood without the words attached to them to frame what it is he means or feels. Slowly understanding how that matters to Yuuri, and how that is something where both speaking or not speaking is a reassurance (don't worry about the words at the rink, but he really doesn't shut up anyway; worry about the words off the rink, before Yuuri's run too far off in his own head and invented anxieties Viktor hasn't even pinged to yet) and a balancing act he's learning to better navigate as time goes on.
What ends up being more difficult than realising what he wants to say is finding a moment to say it. He thinks he has one this morning; having woken up and already headed downstairs for coffee, he's carrying orange juice and a warm pastry back up to their hotel room, figuring Yuuri might still be snoozing (as he should, really, please rest well Yuuri).
Though there's that silly little thing they say about making assumptions... and at times, Viktor's fairly sure he's the one wearing donkey's ears. Especially when he realises he's forgotten the room key and is in effect temporarily locked out of the room. )
Yuuri? Are you awake?
( He knocks, okay, but the door autolocked behind him and he will head back down to the front desk if he must, but... )
[ If this doesn't work for you, let me know. I'm AUing Goodnight here into the Marvel Universe for ease. He would be a retired army sniper. ]
He had met Sam in the support group. It had been difficult at first, to be surrounded by all those others and admit that he had a problem. That he was...sick. But it got easier all the time. He liked to think it was because of his own inner strength but Goodnight knew it was because of Sam. Because of the man who never gave up on anyone of them. Who would answer their calls at fuck-thirty in the morning because the dreams were extra bad. Who would encourage them to get out of their little boxes and try and live again but never pushing so hard that they broke. Goody was certain he would have never come this far if Sam hadn't been there to help.
He tried to tell himself that his feelings were just gratitude. He owed this man everything after all. Sam was the reason he could finally leave the house without looking over his shoulder and watching every single rooftop for enemy snipers. He was the reason Goodnight could live with himself some days. So, it's not anything more than an extreme case of thankfulness. But he still got that warm feeling in his gut every time he would say his farewells after a group meeting.
It was the same feeling he got when he would take his walks and see Sam running. And Christ was the man nice to watch. He felt a little envious because he'd let himself go so much. He could never join the man for a run and keep up. So instead, he wondered if he could perhaps entice his company another way.
His momma had always said that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach and Goody was certain that thanks was the same way. So it was a picnic basket full of what he hoped was a good enough reproduction of New Orlean's finest that he set himself up at the end of Sam's route, spreading out a checkered blanket and arranging everything so it looks like it's right out of a Southern Living magazine. Then he waits, back against a tree because he just can't stop that habit of keeping some sort of cover between himself and the rest of the world. He waits until Sam rounds the corner so he can sort of wave and call out.
"When you're finished, I have some beignets with your name on them."
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