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#*soft hug*
sighcomics · 3 months
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practise disappearing
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Zuko’s swt visits throughout their relationship :)
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pouletpourri · 7 months
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I know the circustances didn't make it avaliable, but..I kinda wish we had a farewell scene
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emo-batboy · 3 months
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A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)
Part 45 (Masterlist)
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(Part 46)
@bruciemilf it’s been months bestie but it’s tradition
If you follow me on my main, you know I haven’t actually been gone. I’ve just been on a few side quests. I’m also being fought over by two companies rn so that’s fun (and completely stressful, please I’m just a 22yo teenage girl) but we’re BACK for a limited time! Idk I’ve got like at least five parts in my drafts so let’s see what happens.
TOODLES
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zukosdualdao · 1 month
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everytime i see antis imply that katara somehow secretly still hates zuko by the end of the show, i'm like
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... "yup. that's exactly how i look at people i hate."
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 21 days
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Don't Wormy About Me.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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bonegloss · 11 months
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I am pulled between the edges of then and now
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swkbiggestdefender · 2 months
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oh to be loved by the sun :,(
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the sun loves the sky <3
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memeadonna · 6 months
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Astarion never felt more comfortable than in your arms. It was strange to him, a foreign thing after his enslavement. For centuries he’d had nobody. Now he had you, and you wanted to share these quiet moments with him. You didn’t look at him as the façade he showed the world, grinning and beautiful and confident. You also didn’t look at him as some broken thing to be pitied. He couldn’t stand being pitied.
That was why it was easy, he supposed. You didn’t hold him like he was breakable, yet you held the shattered pieces of him together in those tight, warm hugs. You let him rest his head on your chest and listen to your heart beating, warm beneath his freezing body. His corpse.
It shouldn’t have been this easy to love you. He didn’t think he was capable of such a thing anymore. But you were infuriatingly easy to love. You were terrifyingly close to his heart. If he lost you…
You let him sleep in your arms every night. On top of you, really, with his head on your chest and your hands in his hair. The fact that you let your guard down around a predator baffled him. He’d almost killed you the first time he claimed your neck, and yet you let him so close to it every night, draping a blanket over your bodies so he didn’t freeze you to death. He imagined you sharing a warm bed sometimes, curled up together on a cold winter’s day under a heavy duvet, entwined like strangling vines. And then he’d imagine what it would be like if he was alive, if he were the one warming you rather than the one stealing your heat. Rather than crushing you with his corpse. Would you want that more?
And then he stops thinking about it.
“Darling,” your voice shatters the silence, heavy with sleep as you gently card your fingers through his hair. “Mmmm… did you get too warm?” “Warm?” he repeats the word before he realizes he’s rolled off of you, and only his head remains on your chest. He wants to say something suave to explain it away, but nothing comes to mind. Your hands keep moving through his hair, and he stops himself from nuzzling into them. It’s so hard to be suave, to put up his façade when you break through it so easily. “Just worried I was too heavy,” he offers. It’s a half-truth, he supposes.
You pull him back on top of your body and wrap your arms around him again. “I sleep better with you in my arms,” your voice is still heavy with sleep, honest as you slur your tired words. “Helps my anxieties. Like a weighted blanket.” Your fingers explore their way up to the tips of his ears, gently massaging. Soothing him.
His eyes are wide despite your ministrations as he relaxes once more against you as you sink back into sleep. He wraps his arms around you and plays with your hair as a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Oh.
Maybe he was broken. Maybe you were too. But your broken pieces fit so perfectly together that they almost formed one whole.
And maybe that was enough.
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ronkoza · 8 months
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some tender moments
Tor belongs to @littleulvar
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mblue-art · 3 months
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Blue art best art! Honestly, I love coming back to your blog specifically when I need a soft huggable sans. They're the best and also your artstyle is a balm on a bad day. Have a flower, fren 💐💜
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🥺 awe,, thank youuu <(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)ノ⁠♡
doodles u ccino (specifically @monster-kind's latte !)
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togrowoldinv · 3 months
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Hugs
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Note: Not a formal fic, but a quick little thought about Natasha. Enjoy it!
The first time you hugged Natasha, it was just by accident, really. It was after a mission where things had gone not so perfectly.
You somehow got separated from the team for almost an hour. When you finally saw them again, you ran to them. Bypassing Steve and Tony, you ran into Natasha’s arms. Your weight against her caught her off guard but she eventually did wrap her arms around you.
You weren’t sure why you hugged her. It just felt instinctual.
The next time you hugged her it was at a Stark party. She noticed you had plenty to drink and offered to walk you back to your room. The two of you lingered by the door, feeling something more for each other. But it wasn’t the right time to make that move.
Natasha, instead, opted to hug you goodnight. Your memory of that moment is clear despite the state you were in. She felt warm against you and you tried to memorize the way she felt.
A few weeks later, Natasha asked you on a date. From that point on, your hugs with Natasha became more frequent. She would hug you in good times and bad, in crowded rooms or when it was just the two of you, and of course, anytime you asked for one.
Her arms are your favorite place to be. A shelter from every storm of life.
“Are you ready?” A velvety voice interrupts your thoughts.
“I think so,” you reply, standing and turning to see your soon to be wife by the door.
“Wow,” Natasha breathes out. “Look at you.”
“Look at me? Look at you,” you tell her.
Natasha smirks and reaches for your hand. She kisses the top of it before you join her in step. As you walk to your future together, you think back on all of the times you couldn’t even imagine this happening to you.
Everything changed when you fell in love with Natasha.
You exchange your vows and kiss to seal your future together. Before the reception that Tony refused to make a small occasion, you step into a room alone with Natasha.
She immediately pulls you into a hug. It feels so right to hug her as her wife. You hold onto each other tight.
“This is my favorite hug we’ve ever had,” you say.
“Me too, baby,” Natasha agrees.
You hug each other for what feels like an eternity, and that’s how long you want to spend with Natasha.
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christronomy · 7 months
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been thinkin about a soft make out session with channie. he's been so stressed lately, and you noticed, so you decided to pay him a short visit one night while he was still working. you didn't expect things to end up this way—you straddling your best friend's lap while he's seated on the sofa in his studio, his arms wrapped around your body, holding you close. you're making out slowly, lazily, touching anywhere your hands can reach. he jolts just a little when you slip your hands under his shirt to feel his soft skin. "cold," he whispers against your lips, and you can't help but giggle. he simply looks up at you and doesn't speak for a long time, but the silence between you is extremely comforting. it's always like that with him.
it's like you can practically see the hearts in his eyes as he looks into yours. you always make him forget. you always make things better, even by doing something as simple as looking at him. it's always like that with you. "baby?" he starts, and you hum softly, nodding to let him know that you're here, you're listening, he's got your undivided attention. he loves how easily you respond to that nickname, as if he's called you that all this time. and he loves you. he wants to say it so badly, and that little voice inside his head is practically screaming for him to do so, but he can't just yet. so instead he just shrugs, shaking his head and muttering a soft "nothing" as he puts a gentle hand on the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss.
he loves you, has loved you all this time, and although he can't bring himself to say it yet—because this all happened in the blink of an eye, and he's still trying to process whether or not it's actually real—he just hopes that the urgency in his kisses, the way he's holding onto you like you'll disappear at any moment, the way he looks at you... he hopes that, at least for now, that is enough to make you know.
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emo-batboy · 5 months
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A Wild SuperGuy? (Social Media AU)
Part 44 (Masterlist)
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(Part 45)
Istg I made this entire chapter in two hours. It's like I was smacked upside the head with the opposite of writer's block. (Also shoutout to the two people in part 43's notes that immediately predicted what this update would be about.)
@bruciemilf how’s it hangin’
Drink water, enjoy the weather, and have a great day :D
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forgetful-nerd · 1 month
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The sunset duo are huggers especially when it come to their immediate older brothers.
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munsonfamilyband · 1 year
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Bitchy Steve who is also touch starved is so personal to me
Like, Steve who is just overall in a bad mood and has been snapping at anyone and everyone all day. Everyone is over at his house and he’s just bitching at everyone for the smallest things. Dustin brushes crumbs off his hand onto a throw pillow that normally Steve would have no issue with, gets him ripping the pillow away from Dustin and shoving it on the couch out of reach. Mike makes a snarky comment and Steve bitches right back. It keeps going until one of the kids (probably Will or El because Max thrives off of Steve’s bitchy moods) goes up to Eddie to beg him to do something, anything, to fix Steve’s mood. Eddie just looks at the kid and then at Steve and is like “I got this.” He walks over to Steve, grabs his arm and pulls Steve with him towards an arm chair. Eddie plops down into it and pulls Steve down on top of him, arms wrapped tight around his waist so he can’t leave.
Steve doesn’t even try to get away, he just huffs and crosses his arms but everyone can see him lean back into Eddie with a frown still firmly on his face. As they keep sitting there, Eddie ending up with a hand in Steve’s hair, they can see the anger slowly drip off of Steve. And even if he still sends snarky comments, they don’t have nearly as much bite to them.
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