Gentle Gestures

[teto]

(Gentle Gestures)

Sometimes, it's the softer side of affection that means more than anything else. Small things that only matter so much more just because you're slowly falling in love. Perhaps you don't even know it yet. However, that gentle feeling always seem to linger.

There will be a few prompts with some extra suggestions to pick from! Feel free to RNG or pick if you want. You don't have to follow the extra suggestions in the prompts obviously. Just consider it some inspiration in case you can't think of any other ideas!

01. Rain. Offering an umbrella to someone. Sharing an umbrella. Helping someone avoid a deep puddle. Stuck watching the rain together.
02. Flowers. Gardens. Perhaps picking a flower for someone. The meaning of flowers. A gift.
03. Letters. Perhaps it's a long-distance penpal. Sharing notes in class. A small, secret note of inspiration. A mystery message left on a desk.
04. Phones. Texting. Phonecalls. Maybe it's late at night when the message finally shows up. Or maybe you're trying to get the courage to send a message yourself.
05. Walks. Walking home together. A stroll through a park. Along a beach, near the waves. The sights and sounds when you're together.
06. Injured. First-aid. Carrying an injured person on your back. Warm and cool touches. Checking temperature. Staying by your side.
07. Blankets. Sharing blankets in the cold. Napping together. Someone falling asleep on you.
08. Music. Trying to find out whose voice that is. Listening to them play a guitar. Sharing headphones. A song that is dedicated to you.
09. Small touches. Brushing someone's hair out of their face. Hand holding. Sleeve tugs. Leaning against a shoulder. Indirect kisses. Smiles.
10. Chores. Doing taxes. Bills. Cleaning up messes together. Sharing a burden is easier than alone. (Thanks, Marie).
11. Photos. Taking a picture of someone. Selfies. Photobooths. Looking over old photo albums. Memories that can't be forgotten.
12. Winter. Playing in the snow. Watching snow together. Staying near the fireplace. Drinking hot cocoa. Finding warmth.
13. Sky. Watching fireworks. Stargazing. Looking at the clouds, imagining the shapes they make.
14. Food. Sharing snacks together. Remembering their favorites. Meeting at a cafe.
15. ANYTHING ELSE. There are so many things you can consider! Accidental handtouching while picking up scattered papers! Handing a balloon to someone. Stuffed animals. Carrying things together. Train and bus rides! It's the small stuff! It's all great!

This is open to anyone, feel free to share with your friends if you wanna play. Toplevel, tag around, we all secretly want schmoopy goopy.

Comments

[jesses]

[ this, this is exactly what jason means, he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling and mouths 'oh my god' silently. ]

I can't believe you know how labor laws work well enough to lecture me about them, and also just said that with a straight face.

[ also it's absolutely not jason's fault that he can't keep his hands off tim, that is tim's fault for being so... tim. he's never considered it in terms of being touch-starved, he just got into the habit back when tim was his fake-hostage and tim never told him to stop it. the span of his waist just fits so neatly into jason's hands, and tim always jumps or shivers or makes that faux-protest face when jason cups his ass or tugs at his zipper or shoves his hands down tim's pants, which only encourages him.

also tim is playing softball with him, and he relaxes again, letting himself start to stroke idly over bare skin again. ]

You've got those already, you idiot, [ he says softly. ] I'm not going back to my Gotham any time soon, if ever. God knows what you'd do without someone to remind you to eat and wash your underwear.

[ a beat of silence. ]

Do you... do you think it's a waste, for me not to fight? That me being here is hiding?

[notlikeanyone]

[ Tim huffs, a slightly incredulous tone to his voice. ]

Labour laws are for other people. You can't apply them to being a vigilante when that's literally an illegal thing to be.

[ How is Tim supposed to tell Jason to stop touching him when it's - well, when it's Jason? Right from the start, when he'd been Jason's fake hostage, he'd put up a cursory protest only for his defenses to melt away, and now it's a comforting thing, the feel of Jason's larger hands warm against his skin, making him jump or twitch with stirring anticipation even when he should be working. There's just something irresistable about it, something vaguely scandalous and definitely indulgent, and maybe a little dangerous, but that's what he likes about it.

So when Jason relaxes and starts stroking over his skin again, he relaxes too, sighing quietly. ]

I eat! [ Goldfish crackers and marshmallows, if left to his own devices. ] And you should wash my underwear more often, you're the one choosing most of it these days.

[ And all of it ridiculously risque in nature, all silk and lace and frills over too-tight fabric that he's already flushing at the thought of, let alone the sight of himself wearing. But it's impossible for him to refuse when Jason tells him to wear it, whispers low in his ear and makes dirty promises about what he'll do to him, for him, if he does.

He frowns slightly, though. ]

No, I don't. Anything that makes you happy isn't a waste. Listen... I know everyone likes to talk about how fighting crime is a duty, a mission, but at the end of the day? It's a choice, and every one of us has the right to make their own choice about it, including you. You shouldn't have to feel like one choice is hiding, it's not - if taking a break feels right to you, then do it. Take all the time you need. You can go back to it when you're ready, and that includes never, you know? Just... if you do decide to fight again, make sure you go back to training first.