Tackle Hugs Novels & Stories

If she wasn't threatning to rip my head off every other time, I'd believe that. I counted. It's been 136 seconds into this hug. And then it was over. "Hi." Thompson. Of course. We skidded away from the other, clearing throats, adjusting outfits. Only a hug. The kind that you can hear each other's breathing, but that'll be reaching. "Am I interrupting?" "It's rude to walk into an office without knocking." I retort, moving to Layla's side. Tristan chuckles lowly, it comes off as an exhale, but I know better.

"Ummm yes there is. Considering we are playing football. Where tackling is apart of the game." "He should not have touched you." He spit out. "Okay dumbo, how do you propose we play football without any contact? You want flag football? Like a bunch of wusses?" I flung my arms up in the air in frustration. He growled again, glaring at my gesturing arms. Apparently, he didn't like sudden movements. "No."

She rushed directly into him and hugged him crying more. Adrian stiffen, this came as a shock to him. He had never hugged or hugged someone apart from his mom. And that was ages ago, before she died when he was still small. And now someone hugged him, and most importantly it was a girl. Adrian honestly didn't know what to do. Looking down at her. He could smell her hair, they smelt nice and fresh. His arms tugged in his pocket for a moment he hesitated before pulling it out and tapped her back thrice.

he sighed, slumping back into his chair and looking defeated. "No," I responded immediately, "it’s me. All me. I just have … issues… with touch, but I don't know if I'm ready for that conversation right now." “Zero touching?” He asked with a blank look on his face like he wasn’t sure if I was joking. “Zero,” I confirmed, slightly lifting one corner of my lips in an apologetic way. “What about hugs?” He tilted his head slightly when he asked, and his perfect face just had to get cuter somehow.

“Huh? Hugs?” “Yes. Hugs. I love hugging the doggy.” Chad shifts his body around carefully without knocking the toddler over and he lays down on the carpet with his head resting on Lily's back hip. He throws an arm over her, snuggling in and closing his eyes. “Ah.. this is nice!” He peeks one eye open to look at the child. “Want to join me?” “Es.”

"Safe journey back." Winter and I hug. Not a quick hug. Not a casual goodbye hug. A long, tight, "I-almost-lost-you-and-I'm-going-to-squeeze-you-until-you-can't-breathe" kind of hug. I might cry. I'm definitely going to cry. Damn it. When we finally pull apart, Ace steps forward. I immediately stick out my hand for a handshake, keeping my dignity intact. "Handshake, please." He looks at my hand, smiles, completely ignores it, and pulls me into a hug anyway.

he growled, squishing me against his chest. “Arya and I took care of ourselves, Gabe. We’re okay!” I ran my hand down his back, smoothing the wrinkles out of his shirt. I was still getting used to physical contact that wasn’t a blow or attack of some kind. And Gabe wasn’t typically the affectionate type. The hug was more like a wrestling hold; I felt like tapping out of it.

“We’re seeing my family for lunch.” Aria stood too. “Yeah, of course.” They held each other’s gaze, hovering there in that awkward space again. “Can I…” She hesitated, then forced herself to finish. “Can I give you a hug?” He chuckled, spreading his arms wide. “Yeah. The first one definitely didn’t count.” Aria shook her head, laughing as she stepped into it. She held on tightly, letting his warm scent overwhelm her. Tyler didn’t let go quickly either.

In that moment, the gem symbolized more than just immortality—it was a promise of protection for my family. I felt Zack go rigid in my embrace, his initial surprise palpable, before he hesitantly returned the hug. His scent enveloping me as his large arms wrapped around me. The embrace was brief, but the impact lingered—an acknowledgement of the complexity of our interactions, a moment of connection amidst the tension that had defined our interactions.

Lucia looked at Hugh, with teary big doe eyes, enough to tip Hugh over the edge. Hugh resolutely pulled Lucia, into his open arms, engulfing her, with his warmth and body. Lucia hugged Hugh back, her hands, tightened into fists, holding his shirt, on the sides. Lucia buried herself in Hugh's embrace, seeking the warmth and comfort she needed, and Hugh hugged her more tightly.