#*hugs* *hugs* *hugs*

[softiedingo]

Pedro Pascal + hugging

[alorchik]

I wanna hold you tonight

[angiedaine]

Man the trio. Half and half, pomeranian, broccoli. The✨️BIG THREE✨️

Artist: @frulleboi

[skz-garden]

◦ യ ﾟhugs&kisses kaomojis ꒰˚｡ ⩇⩇ : ⩇⩇ ۫ ⋆

( ˘ ᵕ˘(˘ᵕ ˘ )

(.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

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(꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆꜄꜆

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ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

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σ(≧ε≦ｏ)

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(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡

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꒰๑´ᗜ`꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱

(つ≧▽≦)つ

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[selineram3421]

Dig fast! Alastor and Angel seperatly. Their s/o comes up to them and asks "can I have a hug?" What are these men doing and what do they think?

Bruh wha- shovel?

Headcanons

S/O Asking For A Hug

Love interests💘: Alastor, Angel

Alastor🎙

"Can I have a hug?", you asked.

Alastor was reading on the couch near the lit fireplace when you asked this.

"Of course darling.", he responds, setting aside his book and beckons you over with open arms.

Walking over, you happily sink into his hold. Letting out a content hum, hugging him back.

He does wonder why you asked for the sudden affection, but he knows you'll tell him if it was due to something negative.

If you were crying when asking, he'll hug you for as long as you need. Then later, slowly kill the demon that made you upset.

If its your thoughts making you upset, he'll do his best to reassure you and give you a forehead kiss.

He'll run his fingers through your hair, rub your back, or sing to you. Whichever you prefer.

You're the only one he let's have prolonged physical contact.

Angel🕸

"Can I have a hug?", you asked.

Angel was sitting at his vanity, in the middle of putting on mascara.

"Yeah, come here babe.", he says, putting away the mascara.

You make your way over and sit on his lap, hugging him with a happy sigh. Four armed hugs are the best hugs.

He only uses one hand to continue putting on his make-up. Sometimes you ask if you can help with putting on his lipstick.

If you were crying, he'd hug you quickly and ask who he had to kill. Later though, hugs first.

If its your thoughts making you sad, a cuddle session is in order.

He'll give you forehead kisses, cheek kisses, and back rubs.

Fat Nuggets is also brought into the hug if they waddle by.

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I've never asked for a hug so-

~Seline, the person.

ML for Alastor🎙

ML for Angel Dust🕸

[aszmxm]

What’s the harm if I hugged you and my anxiety ended?

[budzthepotato]

ehehehe @justletmereadmycomics’s mikey i drew for them :D

<33333333

/p

[euesworld]

"Hug me like you can find home against my chest, hug me and hug me and hug me.."

I could use your biggest, softest hug right now - eUë

[paladin-n-cleric]

the way el was so glad to leave the lab that she counts the days whenever she’s living somewhere else. she was finally free and then she felt trapped in the cabin and “counted the days like she’s in some prison” and then did the same when she moved to cali where she also felt out of place :(

[olmoonlight]

♡ “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” 💋💕

[just-here-for-the-moment]

The line for the devastation ask I tagged you in:

She said to him

"I want to marry you. I want it all with you but that's selfish. I have nothing to offer you, but I would love to admire you for the rest of my life… if you'd have me."

Whew!! A sprint just for you!

45 minutes, 968 words, and a whole LOT of angst. You're welcome and I'm sorry. 🥲😢🥺🥹

Please imagine any Pedro boy you want to under the cut. 💖

***

“You can’t leave. You won’t leave me.”

“Goddammit! You don’t get to tell me what to do, not anymore!” 

You threw armfuls of clothing, odds and ends and mismatched shoes into your suitcase, not caring what got jumbled or squashed or torn. He could burn the rest for all you cared, whatever you left behind. It would all be his to deal with, whether he wanted to set it on fire or or preserve it in perpetuity, an unchanging shrine to the woman he loved (past tense, you were certain of it).

He sprung up from his seat on the bed and began pacing, running his hands through his hair, scrunching and scraping his fingernails through those chestnut almost-curls that you loved so much. 

You wanted to give in but you couldn’t, even though your strongest impulse was to sink down onto the plush lavender rug at the foot of the bed that you had picked out together, in the apartment that had been his for so long before he asked you to move in. The memory of that golden summer day stung the back of your throat, pushed more tears to the surface, caused you to ugly-sniff and choke on your own snot. 

You clenched your jaw and shook the memory free from your head, looking around wildly for the rest of your possessions. Hairbrush. Books. Jewelry.

He was suddenly at your side, his large hand wrapped around your wrist with the most gentle of grasps. Not squeezing, not painful, not punitive… but not letting go, either. Not giving in, not letting you succumb to your hasty decision to leave. 

You were stubborn, that much he knew, and you hated yourself for it. When you got this way, when the monster you’d fought all your life took hold, you wanted to let him take control instead, wrap his arms around you and soothe you and kiss you. You really did… but you also had the fatal flaw of having to be right, of leaving yourself out in the cold in order to prove to yourself that the monster was correct, because if you were wrong about that, then what else could you be wrong about? What other concrete, absolute facts would turn on their heads and yank the rug out from under you? 

It was better to be right, to give in to the inner monologue that made your head throb and pulse with hot self-hatred, rather than give in to the man you loved. Better to be alone, correct, solid in your beliefs than to trust your boyfriend’s love. Love could be turned off, after all, and you knew that better than anyone. 

“Just- just stay, please. I can’t live without-” his voice broke, and you hated yourself even more. 

You stilled, staring at his hand on your wrist, as if you could find the answer there by studying the veins under his skin, the calluses and bones and the geography of his beautiful hands that you’d memorized.

“Please,” he said, exhaustion and pain and longing twisting his voice into a ragged whisper. 

“Please talk to me. I won’t- I can’t force you to stay, but please tell me what you’re thinking, because if I did something wrong-”

“No,” you croaked out. “No, it’s not you. It was never you. It’s me.”

You lifted your eyes to his, a frisson of acrid self-loathing twisting your stomach when you saw the tears magnifying his beautiful brown eyes. 

The monster got louder. You did that. You fucked up. You you you you you… it was always you. Nothing good could ever live within your orbit. Why were you always killing the nice things in your life?

“So you don’t want to marry me?” His eyes trailed to the velvet box on the nightstand, the catalyst for your panic, your blinding fear, your flight response to anything joyful. 

“I- I don’t, I can’t- I mean I do, but-” 

A sob suddenly wracked your body, shuddering waves of nausea rippling up from your toes to your shoulders. 

"I want to marry you. I want it all with you, but,” a hiccup erupted, and you huffed, taking a deep breath to try to steady yourself. 

“But that's selfish. I have nothing to offer you.” 

He shook his head, vehement in his rebuttal. 

“You have everything to offer me, everything. I want you. I want you in my bed and in my life and in my heart. I wouldn’t have proposed if I didn’t want you, and everything that goes with it.” 

His jaw was set, big brown eyes suddenly blazing with passion, with how certain he was about his love for you. 

Maybe giving in wouldn’t be bad, wouldn’t hurt more than being stubborn? Maybe it would be safe to put one foot on the bridge he was building for you, to take a step and trust that he would hold you and keep you from falling into the canyon you’d been throwing yourself into for decades. Could you trust him? Could you let him treat you better than the way you believed you deserved after the world had put its claws in you? 

A deep breath, in, then out again, feeling your pulse pounding in your throat as you took a step, held your heart out for him to hold. 

“I will always believe that I have nothing to offer you, nothing to offer to anyone, but I would love to admire you for the rest of my life… if you'd have me."

More tears rushed to his eyes, but the grin that split his face was your reward, the most pure and priceless thing he could ever offer you for trusting him. 

You gave in, and his warmth wrapped around you as he pulled you close and kissed you. 💖

[scribblersobia]

Nothing but just lying in bed under a warm blanket, imagining your big arms around me, my head resting on your chest, and all we are doing is sharing our love and the warmth of our intimacy.

@scribblersobia

[riyahartsalot]

No more sad

[lehua1011]

Hold me close

[p-perkeys]

Akihiro hugging his sisters is what makes the sun come up and flowers bloom. That’s science.

[aboyscriminalrecord]

I wanna give you 🫵 a lil kiss on the forehead (platonic) for all the wholesome art you draw <3

LWBDKABSKSBAK ILY 😭😭🫶🫶