Hug Meme

[semimeme]

 HUG MEME

 

- Put up a thread with your character, fandom, and any prefs (if applicable) and wait for someone to tag in with hugs!

- Go to other threads, either pick the number you want or go to RNG.

 

1. Friendly hug - this person is your good pal, and you just wanna give them a fond squeeze to let them know.

2. Romantic hug - you just want to be closer, so wrap your arms around them, maybe rub their back some...

3. Bear hug - maybe you haven't seen them in a while, so how about a giant hug that lifts them off their feet 

4. Hug from behind - surprise them, guess who?! or maybe they're having a bad day, cheer them up.

5. Awkward hug - maybe it's on accident, but whatever the case is, you can't help but feel a little nervous about hugging them. 

6. Reluctant hug - whoever this person is, you have to hug them, better make it quick! 

7. "I'm sorry!" hug - actions speak louder than words, will this person get the message?

8. Give a little extra hug - give them a kiss with it, cheek, shoulder nuzzle, whatever - but let the hug linger a little!

9. Don't WANT a hug - make them see sense! Cling, and don't let go for anything oohcookiegimme! - if you're the hugged, try to get loose. Or maybe you'll give in!

10. Random or other kind of hug - pick the choice you like best, or make up your own

Comments

[magehater]

It was only an ambush because you left yourself open.

[ His words were light, more of a joking tone than anything else. Much to Varric's surprise, yes the elf could jest. Though it was only with certain company of course. He felt comfortable around a few of their rag tag group, and because of that he chose to show those people that he did have some sense of humor.

However dry it may be.

Still at the mention of a proper hug Fenris was unsure. He didn't really know what to expect. With a slight frown he pulled his arms away and took a half a step back, making room for Hawke to turn around should he choose to. All the while his confusion was writ in his furrowed brow. ]

[iwantadventure]

[It was mostly because of the man lying on the ground bleeding that Belle made the hug so short. She knew Rumplestiltskin was bound end the hug more quickly because they weren't alone. But for now, it was enough. She knew he wasn't used to touch, but since she had been taken as his 'prisoner,' she had subjected him to it. Mostly they were little touches, but it's clear a hug is probably the worst for him. At least she hadn't kissed his cheek, too.

The fact that he's rendered momentarily speechless is almost enough for Belle, too. It's doing nothing to stop the smile on her lips, a cross between amusement and just the cheerfulness of her positive outlook on life. If he can tell it's fond, too, well... that's just become a given. Once they are alone again, she shakes her head at his accusation.]

It wasn't part of your deal, but I... I wanted to do it. I wanted to thank you, for the deal. [She shrugs her shoulders lightly, though clearly not sorry for hugging him.] I'm only sorry we had an audience, but I'm sure your reputation remains intact. [Teasing him, a little? Oh yes. It's easier, now that the danger is past.]

[provisos]

... I might still cut out his tongue just to be safe. [He's joking. Mostly. And who would ever believe that a pretty, young woman would ever willingly touch the Dark One? Hardly anybody and especially no one who matters.]

[The moment passes and Rumple ducks his head to consider the sword still held loosely in his hand, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.] But you hardly needed to sweeten the deal quite so much. It was already enough. [Her happiness, oddly, means more to him than terrorizing the peasantry. He can't quite pinpoint exactly when his priorities shifted.]

[iwantadventure]

[Belle considers him in turn, as his eyes stay downcast on his sword. She's still standing relatively close, and she doesn't move away. Now that their 'company' is gone, and Rumple's rage is somewhat under control. Even the thread of cutting out the guardsman's tongue is hollow. Her own tone is genuinely curious, the smile ever present on her lips.]

Is it so hard to believe that someone would want to thank you? [More to the point, embrace him.] I was not just sweetening the deal. You showed me a kindness, and... I wanted to show you one as well.

[Is it such a bad thing if touching him doesn't repulse her, not even the slightest bit?]

[hapostate]

In my own home? Ah, I see how it is.

[ Betrayal. ...Though Hawke's tone is just as playful, his truly lamentable taste in friends aside.

When Fenris retreats, he turns, clumsily careful in the narrow space between the other man and his desk. And then he stops, arms spread wide, the same crooked, welcoming smile on his face as if he were simply seeing Fenris into the room, no strange hesitance between them. It's an expectant gesture - a silent Well? - but he leaves the choice of whether to step back into him up to Fenris. He won't besmirch the good name of hugs by pressing one on to someone who looks at him with such intense uncertainty about the whole affair. ]

[winter_iscoming]

Thank you. [He gazed upon the young woman and offered her a warm smile. Whomever she was, she was a friend of the Stark's, being one who stood at the gates of Winterfell. Surely, she was no Lannister or Baratheon, since her eyes showed the true spirit of courage and honour; a Stark trait.]

Who might you be, my lady?

[provisos]

[He shrugs in turn, still fidgeting, still avoiding her eye.] We had a deal. Thanks are unnecessary.

[And maybe it is just that simple. Of the many stipulations and sub-clauses he bargains for and argues against, gratitude has never been among them. It could be that simple, except... worryingly and against all odds, Belle is actually beginning to get to know him.]

[Time, he thinks, for a distraction before she gets the opportunity to question him further.] So it seems I owe you a debt. What would you like? [Unable to keep still and needing his space, he starts to wander around the table, still twirling the sword casually in his hand, brandishing it with every word.] Something small. A new dress? [Eh. Not very magical.] A broom that sweeps itself? [Too much work.] A garden? Indoors, obviously, but that blooms all year round?

[swordsitter]

[ in all honesty, haru should probably be bothered by excessive drinking. after all, his parents are alcoholics, and not particularly functional ones, at that. but in all honesty, the teen doesn't really care that jirou is often at least a little tipsy-- it doesn't stop him from doing what he needs to do, and in all honesty, he's kind of surprised that more of them don't drink.

his ears heat again at the affectionate gesture, but he tightens his fingers briefly in a squeeze. ]

I'm glad that I was allowed to have you and Tarou-san. I thought it seemed kind of sad that you'd both sat in a shrine for so long..

[magehater]

[ At first there is something in Fenris' eyes, as if he means to say something. To reassure Hawke that he would never betray him. Even if he doesn't know the thoughts the mage might have, he knows that tone. Instead however he shakes his head, a small barely visible smile pulling at his lips at the others open arms.

With little hesitation, he's working on it, Fenri steps forward once more and moves to wrap his arms around Hawke again. Of course the height difference means he has to stretch but it's nothing he's too worried about. ]

[alwaysjusttonks]

She knows he wouldn't trust himself to be near her when he turns, potion or not; but that doesn't stop her from wishing she could be.

"You are a terrible liar, Remus" It still doesn't stop the joy at seeing him returning home in one piece, which is always a danger. It's a danger that he might not come back at all.

"Do you need anything? Should I get you an ice pack, or a hot rag? Some tea? I got that chocolate from that one fancy store you like"

[iwantadventure]

You don't thank someone because it's necessary.

[She might even dare to think that while she's been cleaning the castle for him, and becoming closer to him, that he might actually be growing fond of her, too. It's an odd thing they have, and the world wouldn't understand, but for Belle... well, she always wanted an adventure, and staying there with him has never been boring.

She smiles as she watches him move about like the charismatic man that he is. Never content to stay in one place for long, especially if she's spooked him.]

I've never had an indoor garden before. [She mused, following after him, to the other side of the table. She raises her brow thoughtfully.] Of course, if you were to give me a magical garden, I would just feel the need to thank you again - properly this time, perhaps.

[slosh]

[Truthfully, it's something that Jirou could stand to be a little more sensitive about, but Haru doesn't generally seem too put out by it, so he doesn't dwell on it.]

Ahh~h, we're glad you have us, too! It's fine to be serving your purpose, but it's a lot more fun to serve a cute master. [A strong, capable master. Being handled is what a sword is meant for, after all, and the gods don't seem to have much use for tools.] So it works out pretty well for all of us, huh?

[provisos]

[He tuts at her, still walking, perhaps trying a little too hard to keep one step ahead and out of reach.] Ah, ah, no. By doing that, you'd negate the whole point of the garden in the first place. You'd keep me in your debt.

[He turns on his heel suddenly to face her, struck by a thought.] Or maybe that's your plan? Maybe that's all you want, to be owed a favour. [Because hugs never come without ulterior motives, obviously.] In which case, you're getting a garden whether you like it or not.

[So there. There are, of course, worse hardships. And it has nothing whatsoever to do with wanting to do something nice for her, to encourage her to smile whenever she looks his way.]

[doughnuthole]

[He rolls his own eyes at her statement.]

Yeah, yeah. I was gonna clean it tomorrow, but then this happened. [He shrugs off his jacket, tossing it at his desk chair white simultaneously slipping off his shoes.]

Make yourself comfy, don't eat my snacks, the bathroom door's stuck, blah blah blah. [You know the drill Sadie, having been over for like ten years straight in a row]

[jellydoughnut]

I wouldn't want to eat ten day old fish snacks, anyway.

[She does kind of... stand in a clearing for a moment or so, though, looking around at the room to try and find a place to settle...

The bed'll do. So she's gonna wander over there and commandeer a good chunk of it, laying on it all spread out.]

... You know, I can clean it for you, if you want. I mean, I know where all your stuff goes.

[doughnuthole]

Thanks mom, but I can clean it myself. [He's going to approach the bed and flop down on her stomach, putting all of his noodle weight on her.]

[jellydoughnut]

Auuughh -

[Noo whyyy. She lets out a noise that sounds like all of her air escaping, flopping her arms on him defiantly.]

C'mon, Lars, you're too heavy for this! [Plops a hand on his face!! She's laughing, despite her complaints.]

[iwantadventure]

[Their conversation was silly, really, but maybe that was why Belle was enjoying it so much. It wasn't every day someone could have Rumplestiltskin in their debt, especially because of a hug. She didn't want him in her debt, of course, but plays along anyway.

She stops when he turns to face her, clearly onto her.]

How silly of me to think I could keep my plan a secret from you forever. [Clearly she's teasing by the light in her eyes, and the amusement on her lips.

Belle gives a mock sigh, as if in defeat.]

Well,I suppose I shall have to suffer with my garden, then. [But it's clear by her smile that she doesn't mind.] And maybe, in time you won't mind me thanking you.

[doughnuthole]

[He'll just start rolling back and forth on her then, with a grin on his face.]

C'mon Sadie, don't be such a weenie. I hardly weigh anything and you know it!

[jellydoughnut]

[That just gets her to laugh more, and she puts her hands on his shoulders to trap him in place - and lifts him up. What a nerd.]

Oh, hey! Who knew you were so light?

[She's obviously teasing, of course.]

[penguinbaby]

The museum thing is tempting, but Nagisa considered that it might take too long. He knew all too well his own tendency to get entirely too caught up in historical exhibits and lose track of time entirely, and he didn't want to waste this rare occasion paying too much attention to anything besides Mako.

"I wanna see where Mako-chan lives." But then again, ocean... "Is there a scenic route?"

[doughnuthole]

H-hey! [Be careful Sadie what if you drop him on your face or something.]

[jellydoughnut]

[No way man, he's like 120 pounds, that's too light to just drop. And his surprise just makes her giggle even more; he should know lifting him is an easy task for her!!

She's also gonna sit up while holding him, flopping the cranky noodle backward into her lap.]

You need to work out more, Lars. You're lighter than the morning doughnut shipment!

[meganemako]

"A scenic route..." Makoto considered. His place wasn't very upscale, so there was no view of the ocean or bay from it. Tokyo was too big to walk from ocean to his place without tiring the both of them out, so he came up with a quick plan. If they took the train a couple stops, they could get out at the bay and then hop back on if they needed to.

"I can't take you to the ocean, I guess, but Tokyo Bay is close enough, ne?" It led into the ocean, after all! Makoto led them to the train station platform, and then boarded the next train. "Only two stops from here. Look." Makoto pointed out some monuments as they passed, and when they neared the Bay, the city sprawled with a beautiful bridge and glistening blue waters.

[doughnuthole]

[He's just going to grumpily stare at her while in her lap.]

No I don't. You need to work out less! [small buff cheeto puff]