Hug Meme

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 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

[searches_forhim]

And you're all in one piece.

[She hasn't checked to make sure he has all of his fingers and toes, but considering they didn't leave bloody trail behind them, she feels safe in assuming they're intact.]

Come on, let's get you inside and out of that suit so I can give you a proper rib-crushing hug.

[whatmenfear]

Old habits, as the saying went. History tended to focus too much on the ugly, violent parts of his story while discounting others; he had been a husband once, a brother and a son. He knew how to conduct himself in a manner both pleasing and civil.

That and he really wanted to make the proper impression.

"Perhaps, though at the moment I find myself enjoying the opportunity to see something of the world. What of you? Do you hope to travel some day?"

[reoccurring]

He's making the best kind of impression, on her - that of a doting suitor, chivalrous and courteous, affectionate and attentive without being too smothering or stifling the enchantment and mystery of their mutual attraction.

Perhaps he's still a little heavy on the mystery, but for Mina it's a game she still thoroughly enjoys, at this point.

"Since I've been working, I've only been to Italy; Venice and Tuscany. I'd love to travel further into Europe, Greece, Asia, South America..." She looks up at him again, grins. "Everywhere, really."

[alonewillsing]

Alex checks his watch for what seems like the hundredth time today, although it's really only around the fifth. Kitty isn't late for their date, but he worries that maybe he hadn't properly wound the watch, maybe he's late, maybe -

He's nervous.

He'll probably continue to be nervous even after she's arrived, and they've greeted each other, and they're well on their way inside the museum. It's just that despite their initial meeting, he'd actually really liked her. And he hopes that that doesn't change - that he doesn't make some huge misstep that sends her running into the hills, and -

He's just so damn nervous.

[wingmate]

[ Sam does his best to flash a smile at Bucky, though it comes out looking a little more strained than he'd like. Giving it up as a lost cause, he shakes his head with a sigh. ]

Nah, didn't really feel like it today. Figured I'd just take it easy for once and map out a couple of new trails to try out for a change.

[ He's totally not avoiding the trails he used to run with Steve, of course not. He's not acting like some stupid, jilted friend who'd hoped for too much - just a guy who's miffed at being left behind by his best friend. He'll get over himself soon enough.

Those thoughts get him scowling for a brief moment before he shakes himself out of it though, and he turns to Bucky with an apologetic look. ]

Sorry, man. I don't think I'm going to good company today. Think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something.

[ Rubbing at the back of his neck, he stares down into his glass of orange juice as if trying to find a way out of his funk. He's not being fair to anyone acting the way he is - not to Steve or Bucky or even himself. ]

You don't have to go or anything. I just... wanted to let you know that I'll probably be grumpy today.

[whatmenfear]

He's not used to being seen -- and this, this is already dangerous, allowing her close -- but he cannot seem to be able to help himself, all but basking in the time that they spend together.

"I spent a few years in Italy; Rome, specifically. It's a beautiful continent, what I've seen of it. Steeped in history."

[reoccurring]

She ducks her head self-effacingly as they walk; the street outside is dark and cold at this time of night, but she feels safe with Vlad, and being so close to him is warming enough with the racing of her pulse that the evening's chill doesn't bother her.

"I've never seen Rome, and I'm kicking myself for not having taken the time to - I've heard it's incredible." She tilts her head. "What did you do there for a few years, if I may ask? Was it for business?"

[winter_iscoming]

[Ned looked over to where his wife and heir were talking rather loudly.]

Aye. I am sure Cat will accept you as Robb's wife, my lady. It'll only be a matter of time until she understands what sort of person you really are. I can see that you're an honest, lass and that's what matters.

[whatmenfear]

"Consulting work, mostly."

They'd never discussed, not in specific terms, what he did for a living until now. He was comfortably off, if not exactly wealthy, as evidenced by how he dressed and the hotel he was currently residing in, and was well-educated, able to hold his own in most conversations thus far.

Not that this really narrowed the field that much. For all she knew he could just be one of those former trust fund babies with a thing for art.

"For one of the universities," Vlad clarifies. "I was lucky enough to have a friend put me forward for the job. He thought the climate might agree with me."

[phasing_cat]

Kitty arrives a few minutes early, planning on being the one who gets there first, only to see him nervously pacing around outside the front entrance to the museum. She hadn't been nervous until she'd started getting ready, and then her nerves had gone rapidly downhill. Not being sure what to wear, not having much to choose from since she'd only brought a few days' worth of clothes into the city, and the realization that the last time she went on a date, she'd still been a teenager.

So seeing him just as nervous (even though he doesn't realize it) sets her almost completely at ease. The way they met was strange, but if it works out, it'll be a great story some day.

She waved when he caught sight of her and smiled. She'd had to go with jeans again, but this time a nicer blouse. She's left her hair down instead of her usual ponytail. Makeup isn't Kitty's cup of tea, but she's put on just enough that she can still carry off the 'natural' look.

"Hey. You beat me here!"

[reoccurring]

Vlad seems financially comfortable, of that Mina's almost assuredly convinced - however, his comfort doesn't strike her as brought on by inheritance or the like. Instead it seems well-earned; Vlad is well-spoken, versed in a number of subjects (particularly history), and while he appreciates the finer things in life, he doesn't seem flashy or the type of person to not appreciate such finer things for what they are.

He certainly, judging by his wardrobe and expensive tastes in wine, seems to have more money than Mina does, which is to be expected. Even in Britain school teachers are not paid very highly.

"What type of consulting work?" She doesn't mean to pry, really she doesn't, but Vlad has a habit of answering her questions in a manner that's slightly evasive, even if it doesn't seem that way at first.

[whatmenfear]

"Antiquities, mostly." His business interests were diverse enough by now that, truthfully, he had no idea of their exact extent. Most recently he'd turned his attention back to academia, taking advantage of his living in one of the cultural and historical centers of the world.

The wine wasn't half bad either. "I was able to put them into contact with some reliable dealers, that sort of thing."

[reoccurring]

She grins, still holding onto his arm. "You must have some amazing artwork in your home, given your historical expertise and familiarity with antiques." Tilts her chin up to look at him, once more. "You must show it to me, sometime."

There. As self-invitations go it's perhaps a little transparent, but she supposes there are worse things she's done in the name of getting to know a mysterious man.

[whatmenfear]

"As it happens --" though this is probably less of a conscious effort and more to do with personal tastes. People have a tendency of acruing all manner of junk over the course of their lives, his just happens to be slightly longer than others.

He smiles, the sort of smile that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle. "And it would be my pleasure."

[reoccurring]

One knows what they say about one man's junk; she can always introduce him to ebay to make a bit of extra cash from whatever he's willing to part with.

When he agrees all too readily, with that smile that makes it likely that she's going to trip over something in the street because she's transfixed by it, she chuckles slightly in amusement.

"Well...that was easy."

[dreor]

[ grumpy, he can deal with. hell, he's grumpy most of the time anyway. not that being grumpy together is going to help much (and it sounds too cliched to work anyway,) but he knows how sour moods can be. he's just not sure if it's the go-away-I-want-to-be-alone type or the I-could-really-use-some-company type.

he's also not sure if he should be the one finding out. the whole cheering up gig hasn't been his thing for a long time, he's not even sure if he remembers how. but since they're on the topic of running ... ]

I could go with you. [ he says it with a shrug, hands in his pockets. ] If you want. [ depending on Sam's answer, it'll be a good indicator of what his current comfort level would be at least. besides, it's weird, the morning jogs with Steve and that woman whose name he keeps forgetting. he doesn't like her that much and he's not sure why.

either way, it's up to Sam. if he wants to talk, or if he's itching for that run and feels just as awkward about going with Steve as Bucky does, or if he wants to go sulk on the couch - he knows how it goes. he'll offer his company, but he's not going to press if Sam would rather be on his own for a while. he gets it. ]

[wingmate]

[ The offer startles him, and he glances over quickly to Bucky, trying to see if he's just pulling his leg or something. The way Bucky stands - hands tucked away in his pockets, back straight, shoulders just slightly hunched in - and his jaw prove that he's not. There's a glimmer of concern in those blue eyes, too, and all of sudden, Sam feels guilty for being such a grump even if he logically knows he shouldn't, that his feelings are valid.

That still doesn't make him feel better for making Bucky worry. ]

Company might be nice. [ Or more than nice, if he's able to reel his mood in somehow. He does like having Bucky around. ]

But you have to promise not to lap me like a certain old man likes doing 'cause he thinks it's funny. [ It's meant to be lighthearted, but of course it comes out as more tired than he'd want it to. ] We can be unhealthy and grab hot dogs for breakfast after or something.

[dreor]

[ the pause and the way Sam hesitates before answering makes Bucky wonder if making the offer was a good idea, and he's suddenly nervous. maybe it was still too soon to tell, maybe Sam was still uncomfortable with the thought of running because of Steve's new gal pal - maybe Sam didn't want to be around Bucky any more than he had to be. there were dozens of reasons and Bucky's insecurities picked up on all of them, making the temptation to take it back and slink away hard to resist.

so it's surprising when Sam doesn't turn him down. it's not like he's jumping up and down at the idea, but it's not a flat out "no." Bucky figures he might as well take what he can get, and maybe getting back out there with a new running partner will help cheer Sam up a little more. it sounds like a good plan.

the jibe at Steve does make him laugh a little bit, but even that doesn't sound like a friendly teasing jibe so Bucky rubs his nose and clears his throat. ] Tough request, but I think I can manage that. [ hell, if poking fun at Steve ends up being what cheers Sam up, Bucky does remember a few pretty embarrassing stories to tell. ] And I'm always up for unhealthy breakfast. Can't eat proper all the time.

[wingmate]

[ It does, indeed, cheer him up a little, and so does the thought of scarfing down chili dogs with all the works with Bucky, if he's honest with himself. Maybe they can wrangle up fries from somewhere, too, and soda to top it all off.

He snorts, feeling somewhat lighter - or at least a little less weighted down (there's a difference between the two, after all) - and is able to manage a smile at Bucky. (There'll be time enough later to feel guilty about being snarky about Steve.) ]

Help me with stretches later during cool down? Gotta remind myself to do those or else my muscles'll hate me for it tomorrow.

[ There's something soothing about having Bucky around right now, and Sam feels a little more like his usual self to be ashamed about how much of a dick he's been this whole morning. He pauses, then rubs at the back of his neck, looking more than a little sheepish. ]

Hey, look. I'm sorry I've been an ass since you got here. Didn't mean to take it out on you.

Ack! Sorry this turned out so late

[wizard_redfive]

[It's been a long time since Dairine has practiced her Sindarin, but she can still understand Galadriel thanks to her wizardry. She responds using Wizard's Speech, which will sound no different than if she were speaking elvish to the onlookers. Galadriel might be able to guess the difference though, since it will sound like her native tongue instead of Sindarin.]

The same can be said for you. Dai stiho! It's been a while.

no worries

[inafadingcrown]

[She can guess, yes, but she keeps that little fact to herself. It's much more entertaining to let everyone else think Dair is fluent.]

It has been too long. You will be an honored guest here- and I will take great pleasure in showing you about.

[wizard_redfive]

[Gladdy, you troll. Dairine won't tell on her though.]

I would like that. I've seen very little of this world so far.

[inafadingcrown]

And Lórien is but one small piece of a much larger whole- but my heart is here and I am inordinately proud of it.

[She places a hand on Dairine's shoulder, guiding her down a particular path.] We are in Caras Galadhon now, the capital.