#hugging him so tight

[2truehearts]

a lovely thing that happened to me today? i got complimented by my badminton coach and encouraged me to continue the sport bc i wanted to give up after not seeing immediate improvement

[arkangelo-7]

I need Battison to have a Robin.

I need him to carry around a little bundle of joy in his arms. I need him to risk his life saving him from the movie’s big bad. I need him to hold his tiny hands or cradle his tiny face. I need him to crack the smallest of smiles when Robin makes a pun.

I need him to walk into the penthouse, tired and anger and sad, and see his little Robin sprawled across the floor, giggling as his crayons draw him and Alfie and B—their little family.

I him to crawl out of the darkness with Robin. His Robin.

[teddybeartoji]

suguru kisses your temple as he places your coffee in front of you, softly laughing at your still half-asleep expression before taking his seat right across from you. messy strands of hair cascade down over his shoulders and he tucks a few stray ones behind his ear, so his view is as clear as day – suguru needs to be able to see the way your eyebrows furrow as you yawn or he'll die. he needs to be able to see that sliver of skin that peeks from under your shirt, his shirt, as you stretch and rub your eyes or he'll die. he needs to be able to see the way your eyes widen just a tad at the first taste of the coffee, of the affection suguru offers you through a simple drink. it's him, it's all him.

he's everywhere – he's on your tongue as you swallow, he's in your nose as you inhale. he's on your skin as you get dressed every morning, he's in your head when you wake up. your shoes are clean and you know it's him, your laundry is done and you know it's him. there's a cup of coffee waiting for you and you know it's him. a pair of soft hands, a brush of lips against the shell of your ear and it's always him. he's everywhere you look, guarding and protecting, loving, and all he needs in return is the little sweet 'aahh' that tumbles from your lips just as you meet his eyes across the table.

you see the grin tugging on his lips before he hides it behind his own mug, the very same one you gifted him last christmas. his hands cup the ceramic with utmost care; he likes the warmth of it – of the coffee and of the adoration stored inside it.

under the table, your knees knock together.

under your ribs, your hearts stutter.

you're laughing and he's in love.

[sketchy-tour]

Anyway here have some sketches!

Mostly just me actually drawing this man with a ref instead of from memory to relearn him a lil

[buckyalpine]

“My name is James Bucky Barnes and you’re part of my efforts to get forehead kisses”

(pouts adorably with big puppy eyes)

[shima-draws]

This is everything actually!! Just so you know!!!

[queer-reader-07]

“i want aziracrow to have a proper kiss” this. “what about a sex scene?” that.

fuck it. i want these bitches to hug. just one really nice, really long, emotionally healing hug.

[spdraws]

I've watched The Carnival Job so many times that I've started noticing tiny mistakes in the backgrounds and stuff, so I've stopped myself from watching it repeatedly so I don't ruin it for myself but THE ENDING KILLS ME.

He just holds her. One arm around her, the other cradling her head, hand tangled in her hair. We've seen it in many other episodes, but this is my go-to example of Eliot's heart. He's built a fortress around his heart, but a kid in danger breaks that down in two seconds. It's his greatest trigger.

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Episode 10 BTS | Fortpeat Bear Hugs

[hwashotcheeto]

Let me fUGKCING CUDDDLE HIMMMMM

PLEASEEEE 😭😭😭

[eywaseclipse]

They both needed that hug:(

[leclercskiesahead]

scuderiaferrari Chili hugs all around 🌶️

[ananxiousgenz]

I honestly do not think I've ever experienced as much agony over a fictional character as I have over oscar malevolent. he's just the winning combo of religious trauma, blood, devotion, queer pain, endless kindness and optimism, and vengeance yk?

[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

[zimt-deathnote]

should we put mello in prison for a couple of months after the kira case as part of nears deal, what do you guys think

[monkesupreme]

Really in love w Clark being a bit of a pyromaniac in his early years. Its bright and warm and it doesnt hurt him and it feels like the closest he can get to the sun without actually being there. He sits on the counter beside the gas stove as its cooking, he sits in front of fireplaces absolutely mesmerized, he has lighters he carries around to make little fires from paper clippings so he can hold it in his hands and sit there entranced and away from the rest of the world. He definitely stops when he realizes it can do Real damage to his home and barn, but when he moves to Metropolis he starts it up again. Its a comfort during the dark nights and cold winters.

When hes feeling particularly lonely or bad, hell light up the gas stove and squeeze his big self onto the counter and let the heat warm his sides, or make a small fire in the center of his livingroom and lay down next to it. Its like. A creature of the sun seeking its comforts at all times, and finding a substitute that feels more alive than the sun lamps hes got in his room. It flickers and breathes- caresses his face and hands- and stays for as long as he wants it to be there. Its dangerous to everyone but him, and it makes it feel like its cause its meant for him- alien in a way that feels out of control for humans but just perfect for him