#I need to hug him too

[jazstudios]

Sam gives farmer a crocheted flower bouquet because he's allergic to flowers hehe :)

[mudg0bln]

i think he wants a hug

[ drawn by babezord ]

[hey-hey-j]

(sort of a companion piece to this)

older brother instinct

(★ my Kofi)

[somegrumpynerd]

I like the idea that Cross realised Killer was touchstarved (he didn't have the words for it but he noticed how much Killer would settle down from it) and started giving him very small basic affection. Pat on the back, hand on the shoulder, maybe a quick friendly hug, all things he probably learned through royal guard training and thinks of as normal friend/coworker stuff.

But as they both got more comfortable in the routine of it, Killer started instigating touches and he was not shy about it (like not just leaning into Cross's side during movie night, he looks like he's trying to get into Cross's jacket with him)

And that this more intense affection made Cross realise he might also be just a little bit touchstarved

Bonus:

[chotachica]

Favorite part of The Dead Boy Detectives for sure is Edwin pulling literally every single age appropriate male character he interacted with. The absolute cunt ever

[queertealover]

More of him being soft, I love it, and need more soft Erik, it brings me so much joy.

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

*camera filming like a documentary. Vaggie is narrating. The camera focuses on Husk reading on the couch*

Vaggie: This is Husk. He enjoys his personal space-

*camera pans out to reveal Angel laying across Husk’s lap*

Vaggie: This is Angel. He also enjoys Husk’s personal space.

[theloveinc]

Togame Jo’s greeting kisses to you are always way too long.

The kind of affection that’s usually savored in private, instead displayed wherever, whenever, and every single time you see each other—he always takes two to three minutes just to kiss you hello, abandoning the task at hand (dozing off, attending to Choji, managing the Shishitoren) to mosey your way and pull your lips to his in something just a little too sloppy to be sweet, but a little too sweet to be… too distasteful.

Everyone’s used to it by now, even Sakura, knowing that when you arrive, there’s always a going to be a pause in action just for the sappy display of Togame drooping over you and announcing you to the crowd physically.

(What’s not readily exposed, however, and especially not in a room full of men, is that it’s not just a kiss Togame’s giving you, not just a hello that he hides behind his long bangs and your cheeks between his warm hands, but the kindest stare and sweetest little whisper, “missed you, baby,” as he wraps you up in his arms.)

[dawn-petrichor-world]

Him in the shower gave me an idea not linked to this story (idk how either)

And I hope the friendship between J & J will be okay and Jake will be okay too.

Not Okay - Hangman Drabble

Summary: He says he’s okay, but you know better. 

Warnings: angst.

W/C: 800

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

A/N: @justagirlinafandomworld sent me the above gif for a request and my mind went angsty instead of the obvious way, sorry. 🥺

Betas: @writercole / @cockslutpadalecki / mistakes are all mine.

Graphics: made by me on canva. Dividers: @writercole

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Not Okay

It’s been hours. He should be back by now. He wasn’t at the Hard Deck and you know medical released him hours ago. Now it’s only his guilt keeping him away.

You wait in the common room. He’ll come by, he never goes to sleep without a bottle of water so you know he’ll grab one before heading to his room. 

You sit in silence; it’s been a long day and the silence helps process exactly what happened. It was bad, thankfully not as bad as it could have been, but Coyote will be out of commission for a while.

The door opens and you turn to see Jake frozen in the frame. 

The greeting is a reflex and he delivers it with little emotion and no eye contact. “Hey,” he says, heading straight for the fridge. 

“Hey,” you reply.

He takes a bottle from the fridge, flips it nonchalantly in his hand, it’s for appearances, he doesn’t feel the cockiness he’s pretending to have as he makes his way to the door. 

“Jake,” you coax. 

“I’m fine,” he grits, marching out and slamming the door behind him. 

Jake sheds his uniform, throwing it in his hamper, hating the antiseptic smell of hospitals that seems to linger.

Javy is spending the night surrounded by that smell, because of him. Because Jake couldn’t rein in his ego, his best friend - maybe his only friend in Fightertown - is in the hospital. 

He grabs his towel, ties it around his waist and leaves his room.

You're leaning against the wall, in the direction he needs to go to the shower room, waiting for him. You’re worried about him. It’s written all over your face and he hates the pity in your eyes. He’s not in the mood for this. 

“I told you I’m fine,” he sighs as he passes by. 

“I heard you,” you say. “But I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t need you to believe me. Go to bed, Y/N.”

The water is hot and he stands under the spray for a long time. Javy will be okay, he is okay, but it’s going to take a while for Jake to be.

He hears the click of the bathroom door and he waits to hear another rush of water start up but there’s nothing.

He knows it’s you. He knows you're not going to let it go, won’t leave him be until he’s given you something.

He grabs the soap and steps around the curtain as he lathers it up over his chest. “Wanna join me?” he asks, grinning.

Your eyes drag the length of his body and you do nothing to hide the fact you're checking him out. “I will if it’ll get you to talk to me.” 

“Since when do we talk?” he sneers. “We fuck and we fight, but we’ve never talked.”

“You’ve never had to eject before either,” you counter, not taking the bait. 

He rolls his eyes and steps back behind the curtain. He washes off the lavender suds, squirting shampoo into his hand he realizes he didn’t hear the door open again. 

“Are you still here?” 

“Got nowhere else I need to be.”

He hates how calm you sound. You're unfazed by his attitude; you're not going to be easily dissuaded. He could deliver a scathing remark, something unforgivably brutal. But he doesn’t have it in him, not today, and certainly not for you.

It’s no secret the two of you have an arrangement. On the good days you worship one another, a balance of give and take, on the bad days you let Jake take what he needs. In the air there’s a power struggle between the two of you, but behind closed doors, you surrender the control to Jake.

There’s a momentary draft on his back, looking over his shoulder he watches you close the curtain again.

“What’re you doing?” 

You're fully clothed, so he knows you haven’t changed your mind. You press yourself against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and rest your head between his shoulders.

“I’m okay,” he assures.

“I know,” you agree, not quite convincingly. You place a kiss between his shoulder blades, and breathe your next words into his wet skin. “But it’s okay if you’re not.”

“I’m okay,” he repeats. Maybe if he says it enough he’ll start believing it.

You don't say anything and you don't move for so long the water drops a few degrees.

“I never should have… I didn’t mean to…I should have.” 

This is why he didn’t want to talk. He’s never at a loss for words, but now he doesn’t know what to say. Can’t verbalize any of it. He can admit he was wrong, but that’s not enough. He continues, “Coyote’s gonna be grounded for a while, ‘cause of me.” 

“He’ll forgive you.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive myself.”

His voice cracks and you squeeze so tight it’s almost painful. Oddly, it feels good. Like the safety harness of a parachute, it’s safe. Familiar.

He only realizes it now, in this very moment while your tight grip digs into his hips, Javy isn’t his only friend. Somewhere along the road of worship and struggle for power, somehow, you became friends too.

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[willyhoos]

simultaneously wanting to cry out "HOW COULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME HERE" and "NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN"

aka what happens if you combine prime!sonic (sweetest boy) and fof!tails (most traumatized boy)

bonus: HE DOESN'T KNOW

[erinwantstowrite]

oh god oh GODDD im so excited for the comic strip scene to appear in fic bc bruce and petey’s hug is making my heart ACHE… specifically the way that the goober leans his WHOLE BODY into it and then bruce places a secure hand on his back and cradles the back of his head ough OUGHHH like that action is so like . yeah you sure are an uncle ben counterpart bc clearly you love this kid with everything you have and are giving him a guiding hand . but also but ALSO something about the movement is so … batman pulling robin under his cape … providing careful shelter to a kid who needs it so bad … like if im dick and i see my father figure and my kid caring for each other to the point of enacting change (bruce being emotionally intelligent and petey letting himself trust + be tactile) im sobbing and throwing up bc my heart is so full . like he cares he learned from his mistakes w me … and my baby who deserves everything gets to reap the benefits and soak up all that honest affection like AUGHHH its all worth it its all worth it

bruce makes me so emotional sometimes because the older he gets the more he learns from his mistakes and the more guilty he feels about his older children and trying to make up for it in every possible way,,, i PLAN for right after this conversation with peter and bruce, for dick to see it and bruce tug him into the hug and AGGHH they make me emotional. bruce was like "i can't get attached because peter has to go home" ans then proceeded to fail at not getting attached. but we all knew that would happen (look at his track record...)

[baeshijima]

u know what would be a cool genshin fic idea? isekai/transmigrated reader, but instead of appearing within the general timeline, you come into the genshin world 500 years prior to the start of the storyline in khaenri'ah.

honestly it could be either a little before the cataclysm, giving enough time to delve into some relationship building + explore some world building with characters like dainsleif, traveller's sibling (which would probably be lumine bc i actually do like her as abyss sibling & aether as traveller), and npcs like halfdan (still crying over him to this day ;w;) and possibly the khaenri'ahn royal guards (assuming you either join them or have a good enough relationship with them), OR it could be you appear during the crisis, completely and utterly lost as to why you were brought amidst the chaos and bloodshed as you watch everything you barely knew about this nation crumble before your very eyes.

either route will still result in reader's existential crises and constant "why am i here? just to suffer?" monologues because really, who would be fine after going through that after coming from /our/ world? and not to mention you've had to endure the next 500 years wandering with no real set path because you don't know this world— this era of teyvat or of genshin. you're merely stuck, unable to die, and forced to live a life of uncertainty with no clear direction for you to go to.

despite it all, you've at least been able to see dain during this course. while your meetings pass far too quickly for your lonesome, and his solemn demeanour is something you're yet to be accustomed to after having been with him before the fall of khaenri'ah (assuming it's the route where you appear before the cataclysm), you're glad to see a familiar face every now and then. after the messy departure with the lumine who left for the abyss order, you've come to appreciate his quiet presence more and more each time.

and then you decide it might be time to settle. you soon realise it's difficult to do so when your lifespan has become far more than that of a human's — of a mortal's — and so you find yourself becoming used to staying in one place for a few years before setting off for the next. rinse and repeat. over and over. it's come to a point where you've witnessed the nations undergo various changes each time you visit. you know change is inevitable, and yet your heart stings each time you witness it; a testament to how the world is ever-changing, yet you're stuck in place as a bystander.

one thing you're grateful for, however, are the bonds you've established amid your back-and-forth over the centuries. from archons like zhongli and venti to long-life beings such as neuvillette and the adepti to regular mortals who have showed you kindness as if one of their own... you've grown to cherish those memories, often reminiscing them when the nights get too long and surroundings too quiet. it was difficult at first, and still is, but you've become used to the inevitable change and the passing of those you once knew.

and after 500 years, you find yourself face-to-face with one you haven't seen since before you appeared in this world; the protagonist of this world, and the one you eventually join in hopes of finally finding a means to an end, aether.

little side notes/extras:

from /our/ world, you would probably know the storyline from up to around current (5.0) or maybe a little after the fontaine aq conclusion. it gives a lot to work with, but you definitely won't remember a lot of the lore after so long other than some main events, especially since most of your knowledge is pretty irrelevant for the next 500 years,,,

i think it would be cool if you had an inteyvat on your person as a little homage of khaenri'ah, which may or may not invoke some opinions from certain characters (*cough* aether immediately being reminded of lumine and having an existential crisis *cough*)

post-cataclysm you would go through a, uhm, long phase of helplessness, wondering why you were even brought to this world so far back if you couldn't even make any contributions. it does eventually morph into a resolution to do what you can to help those you come across if it's within your capabilities, but the nightmares and helplessness come back every now and then as a reminder for what you can't do :D yippee :D

honestly i'm on the fence whether you would have a vision or some other type of abilities (think on the similar lines of aether/lumine's and dain's), but i think having some type of purification mechanic would be a must in your arsenal !! would definitely lead to some moments between you and characters like dain or zhongli who suffer from the erosion as you give them a slight reprieve from what rages within and corrodes them

a little self indulgent, but i'd like to think your first /proper/ meeting with zhongli happens during a lantern rite festival, wherein you're admiring the lanterns in the sky after making a wish of your own and he comes up from behind with "they're beautiful, wouldn't you say so?" and !!

also as for love interests, as much as i would love for human/mortal characters, a part of me feels like this story would be better suited for the immortal/long-life characters as love interests?? idk i feel like considering that 500 years is, well, a long time, the bonds you would have with them compared to characters like, say, alhaitham or diluc would be way too different ?? though i would definitely still add them as love interest bc i am a sucker for so many of the human characters ;w; it would also add to the angst and hurt/comfort ahahha...

anyway thank you for reading this massive brain dump of a fic bc i absolutely would put this as a long term project, and if u made it this far then i would like to say that dain solos—

[ghostsfruit]

So.

I could be so wrong about this but I gotta get it out of my head.

Vincent and Rody would make a slightly better pairing than Manon and Rody-

HEAR ME OUT.

The reason why Manon broke up with Rody was because of the fact that he was far too self-sacrificing in thier relationship. Which like GOOD FOR HER, THAT AIN'T GOOD-

But when you take a look at Vincent's actions, he's just as self sacrificing, just in a lot more of a brutal way. Going out of his way to KILL PEOPLE just to make some food that Rody would enjoy. The same way that Rody would constantly want to get money to get Manon things to keep her in his life.

It wouldn't be HEALTHY, both of them being far too self-sacrificing and just obsessive, but it makes sense for them since their both the same level of batshit over whoever they feel either romantic to [or have a general wanting to impress, like Vince with wanting to make food for Rody]

[hyperblue]

I was thinking about this AU again.

Tim not knowing how to cuddle. How does he do it? He's not accustomed to physical touch, even now with his friends and family he has no idea how to do something so intimate.

Leaning into someone's side isn't the same as spooning them, how do you even go about this? Where should he put his arm?

I think it's hilariously sad if he just doesn't know how to cuddle, as his kids grow up he starts to get the hang of it but then all of a sudden it's not his kids he cuddling but his PARTNER.

And now he's back at square 1.

tim being awkward about receiving physical affection is my JAM, as someone who's extremely touch-starved i project on him like crazy

so adding to this: as soon as he gets how to act around this, he just can't get enough. both with his kids and with kon, like, he holds a baby against his chest, not even sure if he's doing it right, but all he knows is that this little warm weight feels nice in his arms, and so does feather-like hair tickling his jaw, and so do little fists clutching at his shirt. in kon's arms, however, he just positively melts like five minutes in, and the next thing you know he's always all over kon the second they're left alone — he's sneaking under kon's arm in the morning while kon's still asleep, constantly makes excuses just to sit on his lap, rests his cheek against kon's back while he's making breakfast and he's SO AWKWARD about it but he just can't help himself

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

EPIC fans: what else was Odysseus supposed to do?! Scylla was the only way home!!

Me, an intellectual: there WAS a way for Odysseus and crew to get past Scylla without one crew member dying. They previously had a bunch of Sirens at their mercy, so if they so wished, they could have used six sirens to satisfy Scylla’s price.

After all…ruthlessness (to others) is mercy upon ourselves

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP5 | Kant Looking Guilty and Scared

God this episode had me feeling so conflicted. It's excruciating to watch Bison being lied to, but First's portrayal of Kant's turmoil was particularly heart-wrenching.

Whilst in bed with Bison, he looks so battle-weary and resigned. As if he's trying to emotionally distance or detach himself to make this hurt less. But he also looks resigned to his fate - he has no choice, no real control over this entire situation - he's impossibly trapped. Doomed.

He's also more terrified than ever. The more he learns about Bison, the more it's dawning on him just how dangerous he can be. There's so much more at stake because of Style and Babe's involvement. His ex was a prime example of someone loosely connected to him who could have been killed by association. If Bison wanted to enough, James would be dead and Kant would feel directly responsible. This also just ramps up his fear of what Bison could do to him if he were to find out. Fadel says "Once my brother's made his mind up about something, even I can't stop him. He's a mad dog."

Then there's the guilt. The raging, inescapable, gnawing guilt. Another reason he just wants this whole debacle to be over, because at least then he won't be at risk of falling even deeper.