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bakerstreet2015-04-15 08:10 pm
semimeme) wrote in bakerstreet2015-04-15 08:10 pm
Hug Meme
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
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But Foggy and Matt, they're more than just her friends. They're family, home. Karen goes back to her place that should feel that way and she still sees blood, sometimes she sees Fisk. Other times she sees Wesley, and she has to press her hand against her mouth to keep from screaming when she thinks of that.
Ben, Elena, they were good people, better people than her, especially after what she did. Matt isn't the only one with secrets. Sometimes she thinks about telling him, not because he's a lawyer, but because he's kind and she trusts him. People might laugh if she told them that she feels safest when she's with a blind man, but it's true. She's gotten used to the quietness of him, because there's something solid too, a strength that she searches for inside herself every day.
She makes a quiet sound when he says her name, and turns all of her attention on him. There seems to be some rare sort of struggle going on here, so she smiles and offers first.]
Is there something I can get you? [She's barely finished when his arms slide around her, one hand going into her hair in a way that makes her melt against him in that moment. It leaves her confused, a little bit yearning. Okay, maybe more than a little.] For what? [There's a little tremble of laughter in her words, because what could he possibly be thanking her for when Matt and Foggy are the ones who've done so much for her?] If this is about the tea...
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It’s with reluctance that he lets go; lets go but doesn’t move away, put any space between them. ] Just...for being you. [ Cliche; probably cheesy, on top of that. Her words from before, when Matt felt at his lowest, softly whispering into his ear that he wasn’t alone. Never had been. They had resonated. Foggy and Karen; the two people that meant the most to them. How quickly she had become a major part of his life; the reason why there still is a Nelson & Murdock.
He’s thought about telling her; almost every night, about who he really is. There’s too much danger, too much at stake...couldn’t handle her reacting the way Foggy rightfully did, though Matt didn’t think it would be that way. ] I don’t always appreciate...what’s right in front of me. [ Tunnel vision because of Fisk. Matt isn’t out to save the world; his scope is much smaller, Hell’s Kitchen, making a difference there. Doing everything that he could.
Another pause; as if considering his words, when so many of them were on the tip of his tongue. ] You. Foggy. I guess I’m just glad you were here tonight. [ It’s more than that. More than he’ll admit. The smile hasn’t completely left his lips yet; faded a little, but he doesn’t look melancholy then, not at all ]
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Trying to be someone else never really works out for me.
[She glances down with the words, tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. But she doesn't move away either. It feels nice to be close to him, a reminder that she's not alone either, that not everyone in Hell's Kitchen is a threat. But she doesn't need his protection, just the fact that it's him is enough.
Karen watches him as he speaks, the way his mouth forms the words. Nothing Matt says could ever seem cliche, because she senses the thought he puts behind it. There are more words that Matt doesn't say than does, she just can't imagine what they might be. She tries, sometime.]
It looks good on you.
[She compliments the smile softly, her own lips curved before she presses them together. Her heartbeat stays steady; she's telling the truth, but there was still a little something fluttery about it there for a second.]
And since I am right in front of you, you should take a look at mine sometime.
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[ Despite everything there are good things in his life; she’s one of them, the reason why it gets a little easier to be this way, a slow process, but one worth undergoing. Or it could just be that having Karen in his arms, however briefly, performed miracles. Enough to lift his mood; stave off the despair that always seems just around the corner and let things simply...be.
He’s an idealist, by nature, and it still hasn’t been beaten out of him. Lub dub. Lub dub. Her heart, still steady, with only a minute change, just a beat faster and then back, not indicating a lie...something else, making Matt realize how suddenly dry his mouth has become. ]
Foggy…[ Swallowing; he isn’t oblivious, especially when things concern his best friend...he knows the other man is attracted to Karen, which is why he’s careful now, not wanting to make it awkward ] Talks about how blue your eyes are. One thing I regret missing out on.
[ Which isn’t about feeling sorry for himself; he can feel the impression of ink on paper, distinguish her scent from any other...but hold a book in front of his face and Matt can’t tell you what it says. A trade off. Normally, he would ask for permission, considering what he’s about to do. It’s..intimate, she’s already given it though, in so many words. Invited him to.
He reaches up, slowly, carefully, hesitation isn’t the way to describe it, or caution...just, wanting her to know what he’s doing, Karen’s comfort, it’s always paramount. Then his other hand. Fingertips gliding across her skin, warm and soft, when he touches her face. Seeing her, in a way that he hasn’t been able to before. His own expression is one of concentration, trying to commit every detail to memory. He can feel it; her smile. ]
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[It's softer than when she offers to help with something around the office, but just as sincere. Matt is...different from other men. It sounds cliche and Karen almost wants to roll her eyes at herself. But it's true. Matt should smile more. Maybe if the man in the mask keeps helping the city, everyone will be able to smile more.
But Karen, right now, doesn't need his help. Matt is managing it all by himself. The mention of Foggy changes something in her, because she understands, hasn't been blind to the flirting either. But it softens before it can change anything.]
He tends to go on about yours too sometimes.
[A joke, to sort of lighten the mood. She's not as good at it as Matt is, but he makes an effort. Karen draws a breath in before his fingers make contact, but she grows still under his touch, like moving might somehow spoil the picture. She wonders what he sees, worries about it while watching the expression on his face. But she'd wondered what this was like, and now she knows. It's not like anything else.]
You have gentle hands.
[And no idea what they can do.[
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This, though, it’s different. The pad of his thumb brushing across her bottom lip, tracing the curve of it, unhurried...rushing was a preferred method plenty of times, now wasn’t one of them. Her eyelashes; warm breath tickling against his skin. Describing it to someone else would have almost been impossible for Matt; it’s like a camera lens suddenly finding focus. ]
Sometimes. [ His thoughts momentarily shifting towards a question; would she still hold that view, if she knew what his hands had done? How many injuries they had caused? How much blood had been washed off them? The question doesn’t linger; if anyone has been unflinching in support for ‘the devil of hell’s kitchen’ it’s her. Sometimes he can’t hide the smile on his lips when she talks about it.
And he knows; that he should let his hands drop away, allowing the touch to linger could send a message...even if Matt isn’t entirely sure if he’s ready to face that, the message still would have been a true one. He doesn’t, though. At least not entirely. One hand remains; cupping her cheek ] Gentleness...that part’s easier, when it’s something you know deserves appreciation. [ A little quieter ] Something you don’t want to forget.
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[She's teasing, even if it's clear from Foggy's words that there have been plenty of them. The heat of a little blush blooms under her skin just the same. It's not the typical compliment or catcall. The time that he takes. It all works in a way that those things never could. She finally moves now, her bottom lip curving up into an even warmer smile before Karen reaches up, fingers curving around his wrist, the one that cups his face. The grip is desperately tight for a moment.]
Promise me that you won't? No matter what happens Matt, remember me like this.
[Things are going to come to light eventually, her past, and what she's done. Karen's terrified, but she knows firsthand that if you did for the truth long enough, you'll find it. All it's going to take is for someone to start digging up hers. She worries less about God forgiving her, if there is one, than she does about these people that she cares about, people so good that she's not sure she deserves any of their kindness. Or this.
Karen breathes in, letting her hand slide down his arm before it falls away.]
Do you have a lot of work left to do? I could order something. There's that place on the corner, it's still open.
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Karen, I promise. [ He could tell her that nothing would change what they have; but after what he’s been through with Foggy recently, it makes him more hesitant. He wouldn’t think of her differently, knowing the person she is now...still, it’s better to just make that promise. One he knows he can easily keep.
In all honesty, the records he’s digging through could wait until tomorrow, he doesn’t want to go home, and gets the same sense from her ] A couple of hours left, mostly audiologs. [ It isn’t the first time they’ve had dinner together; things like that tend to happen, sometimes with Foggy, sometimes not. He smiles, again, the memory of her cooking for them that first time, her grandmother’s recipe. ]
We could order pizza. That sound okay to you?
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[She sighs, a heavy inhale and an exhale that doesn't leave her feeling as light as she thought it would in light of his promise. Maybe that's for the best, maybe it would be wrong of her to expect otherwise. She isn't like the murderers out there who slept just fine before the devil of Hell's Kitchen started haunting their dreams.]
Who doesn't like pizza? [Karen goes over to the phone, dialing a place from memory. She cooked for them, but Matt would probably be appalled at the contents of her own refrigerator. Take-out is a way of life.] No, seriously. Who is that person who doesn't like pizza? I'd like to meet him - no, sorry, I didn't mean you.
[The last to the guy on the phone who answered before she realized it. She sounds a bit sheepish as he places the rest of the order.]
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The last bit of her conversation with the person taking their order has one of Matt’s eyebrows drawn upwards, his lips still curled ] Though I don’t think I would feel comfortable leaving you in the company of a man who doesn’t like pizza. [ It’s hard to know just how much he needed this until it’s actually happening. Time with someone he cares about. Who can make him laugh and smile. A pang of guilt, settling in the bottom of his stomach, for all the times that he missed out, when she or Foggy called him to only get his voicemail. While he was busy wearing a mask. ]
Hell’s Kitchen has...more than it’s fair share of shady people, but that person may be the worst.