#hug fills

[starzzyeyed]

Hii could you maybe do number 25 for the hug prompt for Hotchreid?? I love ur writing so much :D

Hi! Aww, thank you so much! I love doing these so much, but if you want to see any of my longer fics, my ao3 is here! <3

25 - laying on chest, listening to heartbeat

“I can hear your heart beating.”

Aaron slowly moves his gaze from the page of the book that’s propped open in one hand down to the mess of fluffy brown hair that’s resting on his collarbones.

Some of the longer strands have been tickling his chin intermittently as the man currently laying against his chest breathes or moves into a more comfortable position, but it’s a small price to pay for the comforting weight that Spencer Reid provides as he uses Aaron as his own personal mattress.

“Hmm?” he replies, having not really been playing attention to what was being said to him, having been pleasantly lost in the world of the novel he’d been reading and the feeling of Spencer’s chest rising and falling in time with his own. “What did you say?”

He both hears and feels Spencer huff in return; a short outburst of breath that signals the younger man’s mock annoyance with him, but when his free hand travels down to stroke those soft curls that he loves so much, in the exact way he knows makes Spencer melt, Aaron knows he’s soothed any possible lingering ire.

“I said,” Spencer says, putting extra emphasis on the word only because he knows it will make Aaron continue to stroke his hair just to please him, “I can hear your heart beating.”

Aaron smiles, allowing his book to fall shut and placing it down on the mattress beside himself so that he can devote his full attention to his partner.

“Is that so?” he replies, shifting into a more comfortable position when Spencer’s nodding head applies pressure in just slightly the wrong place and rubs against his collarbone painfully.

“Mhm,” Spencer hums, sighing contentedly when Aaron’s fingers begin gently working through a knot in the hair at the back of his head. “It’s nice, soothing,” he adds, his eyes slipping closed again now that he knows he’s got his partner’s attention; despite the fact that, from the position they’re in, there’s no way for Aaron to see whether his eyes are open or closed to begin with.

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad it’s soothing you,” Aaron says quietly, bending his neck down as far as he can to drop a kiss onto the top of Spencer’s hair. It’s been a long time since they’ve had a weekend off, and longer still since they’ve had a weekend where Jack isn’t in the house with them. Aaron loves his son more than anything, and he knows Spencer feels similarly for the little boy, but it’s nice to have an adults only weekend every so often.

Even if, as is the case today, their ‘adult only’ activities haven’t strayed beyond sleepy morning cuddles. Aaron had only just managed to drag Spencer out from under the duvet that morning with the promise of coffee and then breakfast in bed, and after that, he’d settled back against a mound of pillows with his current book and Spencer had wasted no time getting under the covers and laying himself directly over Aaron’s body.

“Mhm,” Spencer mumbles again, pressing the side of his face slightly closer to Aaron’s chest and causing the older man to chuckle softly above him, his hand stilling in Spencer’s hair momentarily before he resumed stroking the soft curly strands again.

Just as he’s starting to think that Spencer’s dozed off and is wondering if he’ll be able to reach his book again, Aaron hears a quiet “don’t stop,” from beneath his chin.

“Don’t stop stroking your hair, or don’t stop beating my heart?” he replies jokingly, fully expecting Spencer to smack him for his attempt at humour, but instead he sees the younger man shift until he’s got a hand resting over his ribcage, just to the side of his heart.

“Both,” Spencer whispers, and the seriousness of his tone of voice takes Aaron slightly by surprise, leaving him speechless for a moment before he clears his throat, resuming the way his fingers were stroking through Spencer’s hair that he didn’t even realise had stopped.

“I won’t,” he replies, clearing his throat again when it comes out far rougher than he’d intended it to, “I promise I won’t.”

“Good,” Spencer mumbles, and this time Aaron feels rather than sees the kiss that the younger man presses against his chest, and suddenly all thoughts of picking up his book again vanish.

After all, why would he want to escape reality to somewhere else, when his reality is this?

[arttuff]

brucie wayne is not immune to the sudden urge to hug his son

[fungi-maestro]

Happy tdov to fat trans people. 🏳️‍⚧️ Biggest thing that helped me as a trans kid was seeing older fat trans people. There were a lot of really irritating "advice" posts going around early in my time on the internet with a lot of misinformation in them, but one that I constantly saw (in addition to people claiming you should wear your pants rediculously low or only wear button ups) were posts saying you had to lose weight to transition. Can confidently confirm that is completely untrue. 👍

[milchreste]

An addition to "Monster Tidbits: Kensuke"... I willfully misconstrued Marcille's "I have a bad feeling about this" as them sending feathers to Shuro.

[the-darkestminds]

You know what I wanna see in Azriel’s book? A major emotional breakdown in which he openly cries his heart out. This man is stoic and angry and so closed off, even among friends. I’m begging him to show us even a sliver of vulnerability. Azriel, my guy, you can cry if you need to.

[metaphorthejesterdraws]

three-for-one combo

i like drawing characters hugging, i have some weird headcanons, and i need to practice using panels, so here we are.

[krussyarts]

Soft comfy girlfriend hours <3

[sunnydayaoe]

Comic NOT an excuse to draw a chicken. why would you think that. haha.

[bunnieswithknives]

“David, what the FUCK.“

part 2

[berdlypilled]

“the worm in my brain tells me i don’t have the body type to pull off wearing denim. but i just tell it to pipe down”

[starzzyeyed]

Hi! Are you still doing Hug Prompts?! If so, can I request HotchReid #36? I love all your HotchReid writings!

Hi! I most definitely am, thank you so much!

I actually have a much longer fic with this premise set during the Lo-Fi/Mayhem arc that I'll add a link to here for you too!

But here's your prompt fill, I hope you enjoy and thank you again for your kind words <3

36 - I thought you were dead hug.

Despite the clarity of the sound of the shot that rings through the air around them, Hotch can’t hear anything other than the thundering of his own heart in his ears.

He thinks Morgan shouts something, or maybe it’s Rossi, but the only thing he knows besides how fast his own heart is beating is how much adrenaline is currently being released into his body; flooding through his bloodstream, enabling him to flee the danger his mind subconsciously recognises is nearby.

Except, it’s not him who’s in danger.

bad enough, he was having to instruct his partner, who he knows is less physically capable of defending himself than himself or Morgan is, into danger on his own.

He’s terrified of what he might find as he keeps moving forwards towards where he thinks Spencer must have found Lindsey, and then a door opens in front of him and for the briefest of seconds, his heart stops altogether, because if someone is walking away from the scene, especially without screaming for help, the chances of there being a casualty inside is lowered.

But then-

Then he sees who it is, sees that it’s Jack.

Not only Jack, but Jack and Lindsey, which means there only people remaining inside the room are-

The fact that Jack had immediately raised his hands does nothing to ease Hotch’s fear.

Hotch feels as though he’s about to faint as he bursts through the room of the men’s bathroom, expecting to see his partner covered in blood and most likely on the floor, and the fact that Spencer isn’t either of these things surprises him so much that, for a moment, he’s unable to do anything other than stare straight ahead, his eyes on the body of the teenager on the floor but not really seeing the scene before him.

Slowly, he forces himself to take a few steps towards Ryan’s body, taking in what’s happened before his eyes catch with Spencer’s at the exact same time as Morgan speaks.

“You okay, Reid?”

Hotch only just barely manages to contain his desires until Morgan’s hand has left Spencer’s shoulder, until he and Rossi have filed out of the room, before he’s crossing the room again in three long strides and pulling his partner against his chest in a crushing hug.

He hears Spencer gasp slightly, clearly not expecting the action and really, Hotch can’t blame him. They’re almost never physically affectionate with each other in public, and especially not in a fresh crime scene that will still need to be processed, but he can’t help himself this time.

He’s been keeping it together this entire case, coming up against so many more unexpected developments and issues than usual, not to mention the fact that it’s a case involving children, and the thought that he’d lost Spencer, especially after he’d sent his partner into this situation alone… that had been the straw that broke his back.

Subsequently, the relief that he felt seeing Spencer not only alive, but alive and uninjured, had been too much to squash back down.

“I thought you were dead,” he breathes into his partner’s long hair before Spencer has the chance to question his unusual behaviour. “We heard the shot from outside and I thought-… I thought I’d sent you in here to your death.”

He both feels and hears Spencer inhale a sharp breath before his arms are wrapping around Hotch’s back, pulling him against his own chest as tightly as he can in return.

“Never,” the younger man whispers back, tucking his face into the side of Hotch’s neck and breathing out a shaky sigh. “Never, Aaron. Never.”

[loveofastarvingdog]

trying to find the metaphysical vegetable that may bring me less despair

[carlyraejepsans]

you ever write several hundred words of nothing but a character portrait of someone getting a bone crushing hug and trying to mentally deal with it in one single swoop of inpired writing and then step back and be like hm. so i'm a little bit touch starved maybe

[wackysach]

some very very very messy study stuff.

[siliconforbrains]

Okay, it's like 10pm on a work night and I haven't had any coffee today so my thoughts are a little scrambled BUT. I WAS THINKING.

(About In Stars and Time of course I'm always thinking about that game)

A couple of years ago, at the height of Steddie -my sister was big into it and recced me some fics okay- I read this fic about Steve dealing with time loops ("The one in which a time loop is fucking exhausting" by badpancake) and there was this specific detail about the epilogue that stuck with me.

It was the idea that, once the time loops were done and over with, people would slowly start to remember bits and pieces of what happened in earlier loops. After being fractured for so long across dozens of timelines and experiences and outcomes, time was finally healing, and broken shards of lost memories would find their way back into people's minds.

And that got me thinking about a post-game what-if scenario where the same happens to the gang as they travel through Vaugarde.

Like they still don't remember everything -just bits and pieces. Experiences so emotionally charged that they found a way to cross the sands of time and reach them again.

The question is, what would those memories be? The first answer that comes to mind is some of Siffrin's deaths, of course. I can't imagine watching your friend get pancake-d by a boulder would be pleasant, nor witnessing them turning their own dagger to themselves. Or offering him a slice of your favorite snack only for him to go into anaphylactic shock in front of your very eyes, for that matter!

But there would be other instances too, wouldn't they? Death is not the only thing that shook them to their core. What about their first death to the King? Or Bonnie's fate at the end of Act 3? What about basking in the blissful feeling of victory against the tormentor of your land only to turn to look at your friend and know something is very, very wrong?

What about fighting through the House with a party of 4 instead of 5, bloodied, confused, staring in the face of the King knowing you're about to die and wondering why your friend left you all when you needed them most?

I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this, but I've been rotating this concept in my head since this morning and thought I'd get it out on here so y'all can suffer with me tehee

[changanomaly]

so. after my Gwourtney edits (check here) I pondered about who Trent and Duncan would end up with in this universe since they'd both be free. I thought about Truntcan like really briefly but I personally don't ship it that much?? And I love Trody so I scrapped the idea before it got anywhere. And honestly? I don't really ship Duncan with anyone that hard. But suddenly, my brain said-