#This man needs a hug

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Comfort (Sebastian Solace x reader)

Notes: Part two of Home, wanted to indulge a little more in Sebastian and Painter finally living the life they wanted. Thank you all for the love on the last one! Makes me happy to know that you guys like my short drabbles, probably or probably won't make a part three

But, we'll see ;)

Credit for the divider: @cafekitsune

God, how long were you gone for you to miss cooking? The simple preparation of the dinner you were making gave you an unbelievable amount of joy, hell even the assembly of it made you excited. You could already feel your mouth water from the multitude smells wafting throughout the home, creating a symphony of flavors. Stirring the pot one last time and tasting the soup for any last minute touches, you killed the heat before bringing out two bowls and spoons.

Peaking out the window, you see Painter at their new tablet—a wire connecting the tablet to the AI—drawing the scenery around the house with such enthusiasm, such joy seen on their screen. So far, it seems like they were drawing the sunset.

"Sebastian, dinner's ready!" Ladling the soup in the bowl, you made sure to give Sebastian's extra meat and veggies before setting it at the table. The sound of distant shuffling coming from the direction of Sebastian's room met your ears, a smile spreading across your face when you heard the curses leaving the man's mouth when he accidentally hit his tail, serving yourself soup before sitting down at the table.

Emerging from the hallway, Sebastian survey's the room, taking in every detail before heading towards the table. He changed out of his iconic jacket and ruffled shirt, now donning a clean white shirt with an added sleeve for his third arm and fresh bandages. The stitches were a bit messy, but you're willing to learn how to do so properly. His scarf was currently being washed, as the piece of clothing had a stench that was so strong it nearly made you sick—no way were you going to let that smell stain the house.

You have no idea how Sebastian withstood the smell for so long, considering he has a greater sense of smell compared to you.

Oh god, that means it must have been 10x worse for the poor man.

Considering Sebastian wouldn't be able to fit in a normal chair comfortably, you dragged over your couch to the table, that way he could eat without having to sit on his tail. You could only imagine the cramps he experienced down in the facility, cramped in a small room hours on end with no room for his tail to stretch properly. He seemed to appreciate the gesture greatly, wasting no time to stretch out his tail over the edge of the couch and getting comfortable. A quiet trill of content could be heard, his eyes closing momentarily to soak in the warmth.

"How do you feel?" Picking up your spoon, you scooped up a piece of meat and a bit of the broth, blowing on it softly before bringing it up to your mouth. A burst of flavors greeted your tastebuds, starved of the warmth and flavor of actual food, a small smile appearing on your face before eagerly going back for another scoop. Sebastian seems to mull over your question, an unreadable look settles on his face as he readjusts his position. He seems . . . unsure.

"You don't have to answer if you feel like you might breakdown breakdown thinking about it." You add, using your spoon to point in his direction, "By the way, make sure to eat your soup before it gets cold, soup is never good when cold."

"I'm not going to breakdown from a simple question." A snarky reply leaves his tongue, but it's missing that rough edge. No harm in those words.

It's . . . nice, really. Nice that he can finally be himself around you. Finally breaking down those walls.

~~~

Well, dinner was eventful to say the least.

It turns out that Sebastian had forgot what actual food tasted like, since he has been at the facility since 2015, and *cough cough* had a breakdown breakdown.

It took quite some time for him to calm down in order for him to finish eating his now cold soup, tears still streaking down his face when he did so. He didn't complain how it was cold though, he still loved it, his tail gave him away. When the bowl was empty, you encouraged him to go to bed early, since he seemed to be exhausted. Begrudgingly, he agreed with your statement, before slithering back into his room, the bumps of his tail hitting the walls on his way back.

Walking around the kitchen, you cleaned up the mess left behind. Dishes washed, counter cleaned, floor broomed. Stopping before the couch, you stared at it for a bit, mulling over whether it should be moved back to it's original place or would you have to repeatedly move it back and forth every time you had to eat.

"Well, Sebastian's going to be eating here from now on, yeah?" Leaving seems like a better option than the other two, really. Sebastian needs somewhere to eat and you're not going to make him eat on the floor. Oh god you hope you never have to do that. What time is it? A glance at the clock, 9:08 PM.

You still had some time before turning in for the night, so finishing up, you decided to chill outside with Painter for a bit before going back inside. You hope the computer doesn't mind some company, they've been outside for a while now.

"Hey Painter." Stepping outside, the summer night breeze washes over you, the smell of the wild nature hitting your nose as you walked over to the bench that Painter was set on. They seemed to have stopped painting, now just watching the night sky above, fascination written all over their screen. "Do you mind having company?'"

"No, not at all."

The stars seemed so bright tonight, leaning back more to admire it in all its beauty. Silence fell between the two of you— a breeze coming by every so often to break it—the both of you looking at the specks of light above. "You like it up here?"

A simple question sparked such a happy reaction from the AI, the brightness emitting from their screen becoming brighter. "Oh absolutely! Just after you left me outside, I saw a Flame Skimmer fly by! It seemed to circle around for a bit, but it eventually went away. Fortunately I was able to get a quick sketch of it. Oh oh! I was able to paint a few scenes while you were inside, one of them has Cumulonimbus clouds! Then-" They happily showed you their paintings and sketches they made throughout the day, enthusiasm laced in every word they spoke.

A smile present on your face, listening to their passionate rant. Maybe you could bring them to that one spot in the woods you frequented before being arrested.

Yeah, you can get used to this . . .

First Part, Next Part

[tooaya]

Me replaying the 2.1 story on alt:

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Bruce Wayne's constant thoughts:

I get overwhelmed so easily

My anxiety keeps me silent

When I try to speak

When I try to speak... When I trying to speak-

What's come over me?

Feels like I'm somebody else

I get overwhelmed...

Overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed. Overwhelmed. Overwhelmed. Overwhelmed.

Person behind Bruce: Bruce? ... Bruce?

Bruce turns around seeing his four sons behind him.

Bruce: Yes?

Tim: You okay?

Bruce: Why wouldn't I be?

Tim: We just noticed you've been staring into space for a few minutes... Again.

Bruce: Oh sorry, simply was lost in my own thoughts. You can leave I'm fine.

Dick: You sure?

Bruce, looking away: Mm-hm.

Jason: Bruce, are you sure?

Bruce, his knee shaking.

Bruce: Hn, I'm good. I'm good. Leave me alone. Ple- please.

Bruce buries his head in his hands as his heart beat quickened. Jason places a hand on the man's shoulder, but Bruce doesn't change his depressed state.

Damian walks in front of his father and stares at the man for a few seconds and then hugs him.

Bruce is unsure how to react, but doesn't speak as his other sons hug him as well. He sniffles with a smile, hugging Damian and feeling a little less stressed.

[pizza-tower-fracture]

no pets?

Peppino: Sadly, no... I can't afford to take care of one currently, but I would love to have-a cat again. I had-a one when I was younger. He was a great cat, my best friend even. I named him Signore Farfalle. I could fall asleep in no time just-a by hearing his purr.

Peppino: That's...that's pretty nice actually, when I think about it. The idea of hearing voices and talking to them was kind of freaky at first but...you had-a all been so nice so far. It feels comforting to always have someone close-a to speak with.

Peppino: Ah, it does...mostly with the lack of physical contact. It sincerely would-a be nice to just get a hug or even just a pat on the back once in a while...

[random1d10t]

I know fable smp just had it's final bit that doesn't stop me from joining the fandom late and doing some fan art of Rae Morningstar s1

[thatnewguy200]

OK, so I was looking through a lot of posts delving into Akechi's character and his tragedy (Shoutout to @megaderping, btw! She's pretty in depth when it comes to analysis), and given the amount of baggage he has with Shido, I feel like this game would help him a LOT.

Seriously though, Shido needs to get all the whacks in this game and THEN some.

(Goro Akechi and Masayoshi Shido are from Persona 5 and Persona 5 Royal, which is owned by ATLUS)

[yingxtkm]

I’m in fucking shambles after this demo. Pre-nibel Sephiroth my beloved, the way he just brushed it off and pretended everything was fine 😭😭😭 AUGHHH

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

A Friend of Mine (2006) Daniel Brühl as Karl

Waiting for a friend.

[medicbrainrot]

until all your pieces are put back together

“Have I… done something to annoy you?” She asks hesitantly.

“What? No, you haven’t annoyed me. Where did you get that idea?” He asks, turning to face her.

“You’ve just been… really distant lately. And a lot quieter than usual… You don’t really laugh at my jokes anymore…” She says softly.

“It’s nothing, love. I’ve just been tired and stressed.” He says, sighing as he crosses his arms, staring out the window, watching the rain fall outside.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” She asks. 

He looks at her for a moment, before looking down at the ground, speaking in a small voice uncharacteristic for him. “A hug…?” He says awkwardly, almost as if he’s embarrassed to ask.

“I can do that.” She smiles as she steps forward and wraps her arms around him tightly.

“Thank you.” He rasps, trying to keep his voice from breaking. “You really are the sweetest.” He says, gently placing a hand on the back of her head as he wraps his other arm around her back. He squeezed her softly, letting the hug linger long enough for them to comfort each other.

She holds him tightly, pressing herself against him in an attempt to show how much she cares.

“You have no idea how much I needed this.” He says softly. “No idea how much I appreciate this right now.” He mutters, pulling her closer to him, resting his cheek on her head, inhaling the soft scent of her hair. “Thank you.”

“I will hold you for as long as it takes for you to feel okay.” She whispers softly.

They stand still for several moments, just enjoying each other’s comfort. 

He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of holding her, letting out a deep breath as he starts to relax in her embrace.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

Masterlist

[dutchess-of-fear]

This man literally watches spongebob squarepants when he's alone,

You can not convince me he wouldn't😅 this man is a soft baby boy when he's alone and need comfort 🥺🥺

[enderguardiangt]

Been thinking about this man 🥹

[simpforwebtoonmen]

Hardships || Eli Jang x reader

a/n: writing this during training at my new job 😘

warnings: short, not proofread, maybe romance? maybe fluff? definitely has no point to it at all 🧍🏽‍♀️

˚✧₊⁎ You helped Eli during his toughest times as a homeless. He never forgot about you and the lessons you taught.⁎⁺˳✧༚

When you were 10 years old, you’d often go to the nearest convenience store with the little pocket money you had and bought yourself whatever you preferred.

One day, during your trip to the convenience store, you saw a boy your age. He was cute; he had black fluffy hair, and the most gorgeous eyes you’d ever seen. But he was dirty, his clothes were torn, and you swore he needed deodorant more than any other boy you’ve met.

You just assumed that he probably liked being dirty or wasn’t aware of his own dirtiness. But then he took a small snack from the shelf and stuffed it up his shirt. He looked left to right to make sure no one was looking, but he caught you looking. He was frozen in place before he bolted the other way and then out of the store.

An employee tried to chase after him but you were quick to stop them and pay for the food that boy stole.

You wondered how hungry someone had to be to resort to stealing food.

the next day, you asked your (parental guardian) for extra money. you had a hunch that you’d see that boy again.

At the convenience store, you browsed the aisles while you waited. You entered another aisle when you saw him. the same dirty and worn out clothes, the same black fluffy hair, and those same gorgeous eyes that seem to look a bit more feral now that you were taking a better look.

He was quickly taking things off the shelf and stuffing them up his shirt, too focused on that than to see you approaching him and then putting a hand on his shoulder. He flinched away immediately, dropping everything that was in his shirt.

Instead of chasing him away or calling someone for help, you smiled and waved. “Would you like me buy you something?” you asked him. He stood there and looked at you with a confused expression. He wasn’t sure how to feel about your generosity, or what to do with your kind offer.

But finally, he gathered his thoughts and nodded, accepting your offer. Your smile grew wider, “well, you can pick as many things as you want!”

unfortunately for you, he chose too many things and you weren’t able to get anything for yourself. But you were glad you were able to help out and feed him.

As the two of you sat at a nearby park that was conveniently empty that day, the starving boy ravaged his food, nearly choking a few times. You had to keep reminding him to slow down or he’d keep choking or worse, get sick.

When he swallowed you decided to properly introduce yourself, “Well, I’m (name) (last name). Whats your name?” You tilted your head in wonder.

He only stared at you, as if you were something out of this world- not in a good way. He looked at you like you were the oddest thing in the world.

“Eli Jang.”

“…oh, well, hello Eli Jang! I hope we can be friends!” you found it a bit odd how he didn’t properly introduce himself and how he stared at you in an odd way. But you decided to let it slide.

As the days went on, the two of you became more acquainted. Everyday, you’d buy him food and then the two of you would play at the park. For the first time in his life, he actually had fun. He wasn’t being hit or yelled at. For the first time, he was allowed to laugh and have fun.

Even after all these years, he did not forget about you. Not when you took him into your home and introduced him to your (parental guardian). You took him in and feed him, bathed him, and gave him new clothes.

Too bad your (parental guardian) wasn’t as nice as they let on. They kicked Eli Jang out once they realized he was a runaway. Since then, he hasn’t seen you. Not once.

So when he saw you hanging around an all girls middle school, greeting Sally by the gates and giving her a hug. He had no idea you and Sally were friends.

He wasn’t sure what to say. Should he bring up the past? Maybe you didn’t recognize him? Maybe you didn’t ever want to see him again, not after he got you in trouble.

Sally turned to him and smiled, looking at you before turning back to him, “Eli, this is (name), (name), this is Eli,” She introduced the two of you.

You nodded, “yeah, I know who you are. Hopefully, you remember me too,” you chuckled. Upon hearing this, he nodded profusely. His gorgeous eyes shone with hope and cuteness, his black fluffy hair was longer than before which was somehow better, his build was bigger, and all in all he looked more mature. And with all of that, you could still see that sweet and sad child that you used to hang out with years ago.

And you couldn’t help but hug him. he wasted no time to wrap his arms around you, snuggling his nose into your shoulder. The hug was sweet and very much needed for the both of you.

If your (parental guardian) hadn’t caught onto his real identity, you would’ve never stopped being friends with him. You wanted nothing more than to make his life easier for him. You wanted to take away all his pain and suffering and make him forget about his trauma. You knew you wouldn’t be able to do half these things, but you would damned if you didn’t try, not after all these years of not seeing each other.

And Eli never stopped thinking about you. Every time you’d catch him stealing, you wouldn’t yell at him or even feel the slightest bit of disappointment. Instead you asked him, “do you want me to pay for that?”

In the time that he spent with you, he never stole anything and he never beat anyone up. He didn’t even feel the need to make money for himself because you were always there for when he needed you. He felt safe and loved and wanted when he was with you.

He would never forget about you and the lesson you taught him. That there will always be someone out there who is willing to help him.

[justhereviewing]

Ogron hate being a "damsel in distress"

Being a "damsel in distress" or just being in a situation where ogron is weak and needs to be assisted from others is the last thing that ogron would do because not only does this hurt his pride but also because of his own fear/insecurity of being weak (overall his power)

As a leader ogron has himself a (pretty high) expectation and criteria that he has buildt for himself that he must follow for the sake of his team (which is what he says to himself) because of being weak/vulnerable or just the idea of it is something ogrons hates especially if his fellow wizards lives and well being are affected if any of his wizards were hurt he would genuinely blame himself (even if he acts otherwise)

I imagine in situations where ogron and the wizards were really at there lowest or at there weakest point (especially ogron) not only stings ogrons pride but also it pokes at his insecurities

I imagine ogron probably getting bad dreams of gantlos, duman and anagan dying while trying to protect him and if that were to actually happen he probably would never be able to properly forgive himself (just forget and never forgive)

I also like to think that ogrons insecurity of having to be save is also from the fact that ogrons was raised in a household where weakness and needing the help of other was an emberassment

(Edit: I imagine gantlos had tried to convince ogron before that it was ok to be weak but ogron still was never convinced)

[russenoire]

A flicking and thrashing about on his scalp, now. His hair. Broadcasting his inner disquiet to anyone within eyeshot. He catches a warped glimpse of himself in one of the shop’s gigantic windows. Out of the void swallowing the top half of his face, two hot white orbs glare back at him. He blinks, watching their glow flicker in reply, and lets out a quiet sigh. Any display of unease, or embarrassment, or other strong emotions from him around his body simply doing what it does? He can’t. If he ever lets them show, others pick them up and wear them too, like ill-fitting trousers. He has never understood this, either. But he doesn’t have to in order to respect it. At the counter, he places his usual: tonkotsu ramen with extra chashu pork and nori on the side, a whole tea egg, daikon sprouts and kamaboko, two croquettes and a glass of milk. Since he can keep his ire out of his voice? He does. No one here is at fault for it; he’s not even sure Shinkai is. He orders and pays for his lunch as if he were just another salaryman on break, as if this hair and these eyes were a perfectly normal thing to see on a Tuesday around two o’clock, and it seems to soften the alarm in the cashier’s eyes and the eyes of the kitchen staff.

read more here.

[tobasco-star]

They are SO mean to him

[ghostoffuturespast]

The Hunt ii

(Can I gush about how much I love that first shot? It's another favorite of mine. The weird off center angle. River staring down the hall at Randy's room and the marks on the wall to the left where River and Joss used to mark off the kid's heights. C'mon, the visual symbolism! ...Okay, bye. Getting off my box of soap.)