#comfortember

[softhairedhotch]

AHHHH FIRST FIC OF COMFORTEMBER YEAHHHH >:D comfortember day one: safe aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader after having a rough night out, you call aaron and he rushes to find you immediately. he fixes you up and the two of you finally admit how you feel about each other. word count: 1.5k warnings/content: mentions of fighting and alcohol but mostly fluff.

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you make me feel safe

Aaron wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing beside him. It gets to the fourth or fifth ring by the time he grabs it and anxiety bubbles low in his gut when he realises it’s you calling at almost three in the morning. Answering the phone, he immediately asks, “Is everything alright?”

“No.”

He’s up and out of bed instantly, throwing on the first shirt he finds and the closest shoes to the bed. “Tell me where you are.”

“I’m at, uh, I don’t, I’m… somewhere. My mind is all over the place.”

Aaron’s heart hammers widely in his chest. “Somewhere? Can you look around for me and see if you recognise something? Anything?”

“Okay,” you reply, voice shaky. After a few moments, you clear your throat. “I’m outside the bar we all went to a few weeks ago.”

“The Tipsy Ship? The one closest to work?” 

“Y-yeah, yeah.”

Aaron grabs his keys and runs out of his house, not even thinking about locking the door as he runs toward his car. Jack is sleeping over at JJ's; the house will be fine unattended for now. “I’m on my way. Are you hurt?”

“I think so.”

“You think–” Aaron stops to take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before shoving his phone into its holder and slamming his car door shut. “Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

“Can you stay on the line with me?”

“Of course.”

***

When Aaron reaches the bar, his heart breaks at the sight of you standing alone outside. He tenses up once he notices that, not only are you alone, but dry blood covers your face, there’s a large bruise forming on your cheek, and the knuckles of your dominant hand are cracked and bloody. “God,” he mutters, running straight for you and grabbing you by the shoulders. He can smell an overpowering scent of alcohol on you and he winces. “What happened? Where’s the bastard that did this to you?”

You point toward an ambulance down the road. “The coward freaked out when I punched him back and thought he needed medical attention. Most they’re gonna diagnose him with is Dumbassery and Stupid Prick Disease.” You look back at Aaron and weakly smile. “And maybe a concussion.”

Aaron can’t help it, he laughs. “At least you haven't lost your sense of humour. But let's get you home and cleaned up, alright?” 

“Can I go to yours? I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

He smiles. “Of course you can.”

***

Aaron holds a wet cloth to your face, reaching out to grab your chin between his fingers gently when you flinch away. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s cold, is all.”

“Sorry,” he repeats, gently dabbing away the dried blood under your nose and the corner of your lips. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I got into a fight.”

“I can see that.”

You shrug, stumbling on your feet at the movement. Aaron gently grabs you by your elbow and shuffles you toward the kitchen counter so that you’re leaning against it for support. Once you’re stable, he begins to dab the other side of the cloth over your knuckles. “It was stupid, really.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” you sigh. It’s quiet for a few moments as you watch Aaron continue to clean up the blood. “He… the guy who punched me… I was on a date with him.” Aaron tenses. “And he kept buying me drinks and told me I had to drink them. I did because, well, free drinks, y’know?” You sigh and shake your head again, letting out a groan when it results in pain. “So stupid of me.”

“Hey, none of that. You’re not stupid.”

“Whatever you say. Anyway, I think he was trying to make sure I was drunk enough so that he could take me home without much complaint. I don’t know. I refused because I really wasn’t in the, uh, mood, and the night was a bust anyway, and he started… tryna touch me, grab me and all that, his hands were everywhere and I didn’t want them to be and…” You stop to take a few deep breaths, feeling sick at the thought of what could have happened. Aaron feels anger rip through his veins. “Anyway, he ended up punching me and I guess he wasn’t expecting me to punch back.”

Aaron grits his teeth. "Twice as hard, yeah?" 

"Twice as hard," you grin. 

“Good. That’s what I expect to hear.”

You tilt your head at him, trying to read his expression. “You’re not mad at me?”

Confused, his eyes meet yours. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, watching as his large hand moves over yours, his thumb gently sweeping over your skin. “I woke you up.”

“You woke– You– That’s what you’re worried about?” He gives you a fond look. “Yes, you woke me up. But I’m glad you did. Thank you for calling me. And for trusting me to help you.”

“I don’t think I trust anyone more than I trust you.”

Aaron’s hand stills as the words sink in. When he looks up at you, he notices that you’re staring at him with so much love that his breath catches in his throat. He hasn’t been looked at like that in… he can’t even remember. But when he thinks about it, eyes never leaving yours as you blink innocently at him, not understanding his revelation at that moment, he realises it’s the way you’ve always looked at him. With complete and utter adoration. 

As if he hung the moon and the stars.

“Oh,” is all he can get out.

“Oh?” 

“Yeah. Oh.”

Your face falls and he feels guilt grow deep in his gut. “You don’t trust me back?”

“What? I never said that.” He steps closer, moving a hand to your shoulder and looking into your eyes. “Of course I trust you. More than most people. More than anyone else, really.”

“Really?”

His eyes search yours and he nods firmly, squeezing your shoulder. “Really.”

You look all over his face before looking down at his lips, licking your own as your mouth immediately goes dry. “I didn't want… I… I didn't go home with that guy because of, uh, well, you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you... when I was with him.”

Aaron hums as his gaze drops to your lips. “That’s why I don’t go on dates.”

“Hm?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you either.” He inches closer, moving a warm hand up to cup your cheek. “Can I kiss y–"

“Yea–"

And your lips are pressed together before either of you can finish. The kiss is soft, sweet, gentle, and full of so much raw emotion that it’s almost suffocating (in the best way). Aaron moves his lips against yours desperately, holding your face in his large calloused hands as if you might break at any moment, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. The moment your tongue brushes against his bottom lip, though, he pulls back with a heavy sigh. “Shit, you’re drunk. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I’m totally taking advantage of you and–”

“Aaron.”

“I should know better and–”

“Aaron!”

“You should feel safe here–”

You press your lips against his again, effectively shutting him up. It’s a much shorter kiss this time, but not any less enjoyable. “I do feel safe, Aaron. Here, with you.”

“You do?”

“Of course. You make me feel safe; you always have.”

He visibly relaxes and pulls you into a hug. “So have you.” He sighs against you, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I like being with you.”

“I like being with you too, Aaron.”

He smiles against you and holds you for a moment more before pulling back, hands still wrapped around you. His heart breaks at the sight of the dark bruise forming on your face and he leans forward to press a tender kiss against the skin, careful not to hurt you in any way. “I wonder how long we’ve liked each other.”

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, I think.” 

Aaron’s breath hitches at the admission. “You’re in love with me?”

You tilt your head at him, fighting back a smile. “Did I not make that obvious enough?”

“I… didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Well, get them up, Hotchner, because I’m in love with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron’s face softens and he presses a kiss to your cheek, sighing in relief. “I’m in love with you, too.” He runs his hands lovingly over your back. “Now let’s get you changed into some comfortable clothes and into bed, yeah? It seems like we have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”

“Can I sleep in your bed with you?” 

He presses another kiss to your cheek. “There’s no other place I’d rather you be, sweetheart.”

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[comfortember]

It's that time of the year again...COMFORTEMBER 2023

Hello and welcome to our fourth year of Comfortember!!! 🍂

First and foremost, I want to give a huge thank you to @highly--distractible for hosting this last year, thank you so so much, I appreciate it more than you know. The break was much needed 💜💜💜

Thank you for your patience on this, I know it's a little late. Here are the prompts for 2023:

For anyone who is seeing this for the first time (first of all, welcome!), Comfortember takes place for the month of November and each day has a comfort-themed prompt for any art medium like writing or fan art. Comfort can mean anything you want it to, from a fun slice-of-life story to the aftermath of an action-packed scene, anything that warms your heart while sipping hot cocoa.

The alternate prompts are there as replacements for if you don't want to do a particular prompt but still want to complete a prompt for the day.

This challenge is open to anyone in any fandom, and the link to this year's collection on AO3 is here!

Please send asks for any questions, I will be online more so you'll get your answers more quickly (well, relatively speaking, I can't answer while I'm at work 😅). Here is a link to the FAQ for reference.

The link to the Comfortember Discord server is here, and please use the #comfortember tag when you post on Tumblr so all posts can be found under a single tag.

I hope you all enjoy these prompts and don't feel pressured about a deadline!! The most important part is having fun, you can complete this when it is best for you 💜 Thank you for participating!!!

*The prompts are written out for easy readability and access under the cut.*

Safe

Sweater Weather

Leaves Changing

Warmth

Treehouse

Notes

Sick/Illness

Grief/Mourning

Aftermath

Sadness

Comfort Show/Movie

Dreams

Baking

Late Night Phone Calls

Plushies

Coffee/Tea Break

Heirloom

Cuddles

Loved Ones

Shopping

Relapse

Cry

Anxiety

Blankets

Rain

Friends

Soup

Flashbacks

Sleepover

The New Normal

Alternative Prompts:

Books

Baths

Travel

Candles

Colors

#comfortember #comfortember 2023

[heyitsme1040]

Don't Drown Me Out [b.b]

summary : Training in the gym, everything was going okay. Until Steve managed to knock Bucky to the floor, causing Bucky to have a flashback. His mind takes him back to what they did to him in Hydra. Slowly, reader manages to bring Bucky back to the present again, away from the painful memories that still affect Bucky. 

pairings : Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings : PTSD flashback, discussion of torture, (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 800

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day twenty-eight of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘flashbacks’. 

You were training at the gym. Natasha was guiding you through the steps to disarm someone while they have you in a choke hold. You could see across the room, on the mat, Steve and Bucky were sparring. Bucky seemed off, Steve was landing more of his hits than usual. You kept an eye on their session while focusing on what Nat was telling you to do. When Steve landed a harsher blow, Bucky stumbled. While he was regaining his footing Steve managed to swipe Bucky’s feet out from beneath him. The instant Bucky hit the map, you were walking over to them. It wasn’t the fact that Bucky fell, but the way he landed. It was like he wasn’t here in the present. 

As you stepped onto the mat, Steve held his hand out to Bucky to help him up. Except Bucky scrambled away from the offered hand. He was trying to keep as much distance between himself and Steve as possible. Steve’s brows furrowed and he took a half step closer to Bucky. At the movement, Bucky curled in on himself like he was trying to protect his vital organs. 

“I’m sorry,” Bucky’s shaking voice whimpered out. “Please, I did my best. I’ll do better next time.”

Steve squatted, not moving any closer to Bucky’s curled up form. “Bucky.”

“I can do better, let me prove it.”

You walked behind Steve, making sure to stay in Bucky’s line of sight. You slowly walked closer to him, paying attention to Bucky’s form. As you got closer Bucky stayed still, not trying to distance himself. Holding your hands up with your palms facing Bucky, you knelt on the mat by his head before sitting fully and crossing your legs. 

“Bucky,” you lowly said, keeping your voice soft. “Can you hear me baby?”

Bucky turned his face toward you, but didn’t respond. His eyes were unfocused, but moved like he was watching something far away. 

You lightly set your hand next to his, “I need you to take a deep breath. You’re okay, love, you’re safe. You’re in the gym. It’s just me, you, Steve, and Nat in here. We’re at the compound in upstate New York.”

“New York…” Bucky slurred the word. 

“Yeah baby. We’re in New York. You were sparring with Steve, remember?”

“Steve?” 

You motioned for Steve to come closer, “He’s right here. He managed to knock you off your feet, that’s all. Everything’s okay.”

Bucky uncurled himself slightly and placed his hand on top of yours. 

“Hey pal,” Steve gave a small wave. 

You lifted your other hand to cup Bucky's check. He pulled away slightly before fully leaning into your touch. You gave him a tight smile, trying to keep yourself from falling apart. You hated how much Bucky's own mind tormented him. It was bad enough he witnessed the ghosts of his past when he was asleep, but now you wondered how often they haunted him while awake.

Bucky took a deep breath and wet his lips, "When am I?”

"It's the twenty-first century.” Steve spoke up. "And you've been free for a few years now.”

You stroked Bucky's check with your thumb. His stubble scratched nicely under your touch. "Can you tell us where you were just now?”

Bucky shivered despite the sweat clinging to him. "I was in the training cage. Back in some Hydra base. They used to have their best agents fight me. I was meant to fight them to the death, and they were told to beat me until I passed out. When I'd lose, I'd wake up strapped to a metal chair. That'd shock me. Except it was different.” 

"Baby,” your voice trailed off, your heart aching for him.

“They weren't wiping me to start over. They were punishing me. They only stopped when I passed out from seizing. That's how they discovered it takes my body longer to heal my mind than it did the rest of me.”

You wrapped your arms around him. You didn't care that the two of you were laying on a sweaty mat. You didn't care that Nat and Steve could see you clearly clinging onto Bucky. All that mattered was having Bucky close to you. You clung to him, trying to protect him from monsters that were no longer around. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pressing you as close to him as possible.

"You're safe,” you couldn't tell which one of you your words were meant to comfort.

Bucky nodded against you. The two of you stayed there, present in the moment. You heard the door to the gym close, informing you of Nat and Steve leaving.

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that,” you spoke into his neck.

Bucky squeezed you tighter, "If it means I got you, then it was worth it. Every single time.”

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[michiviv]

comfortember, prompt: sweater weather

synopsis: katsuki has his own tradition with you.

pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

warning: reader has a little sibling (mentioned), reader and katsuki are married, katsuki towers over the reader, reader is referred to as wife

notes: i hate this one ughh, it’s cute though 🥹🥹but it’s also so short 😭

word count: 581

before you katsuki hated traditions. he refused to partake in them with his family. Mitsuki wants to go to a pumpkin patch? you best believe he would rather stay home and do chores than do such corny and cheesy things.

now, when the two of you started dating, he didn't think this would be any different. he’ll let you do your own thing while he does his… but how could he say no to you? you were so cute, so reluctantly… he agreed.

he agreed to do matching costumes with you for Halloween and hell, he even went trick-or-treating with your little sibling. He agreed to go to the pumpkin patch with you, his lover. he went apple picking, carved jack-o-lanterns, and went to the corn maze with his group of friends for the first time.

it wasn’t just fall traditions too, he started celebrating Valentine's Day, started having movie nights with you, and went to the music festival with you. any tradition you wanted to create with him he would be more than happy to have with you.

eventually, he felt the need to create his own unnamed tradition. something that didn't come from you and solely from him. which is how he began to make any excuse to give you his sweater when the weather cooled..

he's made sure to do this since your second year dating even to now when you're three years married.

“oi,” he starts, sauntering over to you. the sweater he wore barely concealing his muscles. “’yer not appropriately dressed for this weather.”

you look up from the pumpkins you were currently inspecting and raised an eyebrow at him. you have noticed how during October and November he always tries to give you his sweater. not that you’d ever complain about that. you get to show the world that you’re wearing your husband’s sweater, it smells like him and you get to watch his muscles flex as he undresses. it seems like a win all around.

“how am i not appropriately dressed, katsuki?” you asked chuckling softly, standing up to “meet his height”, but your darn husband towered over you. practically craning your neck to look up at him.

“you have no sweater,” he said rather smugly, crossing his arms with a smirk, “you can catch a cold.”

“i think ill be alright, babe. i have long sleeves and it’s not that—“

“the weather is cooling. you don’t know if the weather can drop,” he argued, uncrossing his arms as he began to take off his sweater. careful to not flip it inside out before handing— no, forcing it into your hands. “i don’t want my beloved wife to get sick.”

you gave katsuki a look, raising your brow at him. “and what if my husband got sick instead, hm? what is japan going to do without their best hero?” you asked, heeding his request however and putting on his sweater.

his sweater completely enveloped you, his musky scent immediately enveloping your senses. it was nice, he smelled faintly like caramel, burnt caramel, but caramel nonetheless.

“they’ll have to survive; my wife is more important.” he replied smugly, crossing his arms.

“you’re so lame, katsuki. i don’t think your sidekick will like that” you laughed,

“he can survive a week.”

rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to one of the pumpkins in front of you, “what do you think about this pumpkin?”

“it’s too small, i want our pumpkin to be terryfing this year.”

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[wannawritefast]

Comfortember 2023 Day 6: “Notes”

A/N: My sporadic contribution to Comfortember. It’s short but Johnny Cage bbs come get y’all juice. It’s my birth month and I’m closing in on the end of my semester so I can’t promise anything but please enjoy!!

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff :)

Notes. Johnny left them everywhere. Don’t get him wrong. He definitely preferred the convenience of using his phone to send you little memos. It was instant and Johnny could really accommodate his own attention span by using his phone but when he found out on accident how much you loved them, he made a point of it.

You both still remembered the first of its kind.

A pink sticky note on the back of your script that said “And it was all a dream!” with the most hastily-drawn smiley face ever.

You laughed when you saw it. It was a miracle that it hadn’t become a casualty to the rough handling of your scripts before you discovered it.

He had to have done it when you were putting your post-its in your script, marking it up the night before. You hadn’t thought much of the clumsy kiss he gave you when he checked in as the sun went down. Then again you hadn’t been paying that close attention to him or anything else for that matter. A glass of water. A “How’s it going, baby?” A stumble and a peck. And his leg and hand knocking right into the back of the thick stack of 8.5 by 11 copy paper in your grasp as he had moved to sit next to you.

The bump into the script in your hand had been completely intentional, you realized with delight at the table read. It made your Instagram story in seconds accompanied by the words ‘original illustration by @johnny.cage’ and some pink hearts in the top right corner.

That had sealed it.

The next one you found was in your purse. Well, not your purse exactly. It was in the compact in your purse. Blue. “Hey, good-lookin.’” A winky face. It had fluttered out as you were landing out of the country for a shoot. You still had your neck pillow on. You sent Johnny one of the ugliest selfies you had ever taken with it. Against your protests, it became his lock screen photo.

Then they truly popped up everywhere. Your boyfriend was relentless.

A set of expensive rings you’d stared at a little too long on Rodeo. Purple sticky note. “For my precious.” A noble but indecent-looking stick figure attempt at Gollum was near it, partially scribbled out.

Surprise coffee in your trailer. Yellow note. Sunshine with sunglasses.

New boots, courtesy of Johnny. Pink. “Step on me in these.”

Sleeping in while he had left at the crack of dawn. Pink. “Busy all day. Sushi at our regular spot for dinner.” Heart.

Almost all of them made your Instagram story. The dick that looked like it had been drawn by a middle school boy on a blue sticky note slapped to the bathroom mirror, for example, hadn’t made the cut. The ones that did though… Johnny reposted each within 5 minutes, no matter what time it was.

Like the orange sticky note you woke up to under your glasses that said ‘Jinkies!’ You had gone to bed and left them on your nightstand at 4 am. Johnny had stayed up with you. He had left at 6 am for the day. It made you worry about his sleep schedule.

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t keep up with his god-like speed in making unique sticky notes. You posted them. And you kept and remembered all of them. All of them. Yes, even the blue doodle dick.

Again, Johnny definitely preferred sending you texts and voice memos as soon as he felt like you were forgetting how hot you were, which was usually several times a day. It should also be noted that the sticky notes never detracted from the amount of attention he was already giving you. Johnny was a beast at reminding you how much he loved you.

As he had said it once: “There’s no threshold, baby. I’ll die telling you how sexy your walker is; the last sticky note I ever leave you will tell you the same thing.”

He slapped one on your ass after he had said that. Yellow. “Johnny Cage wuz here.”

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[noxequusart]

#Comfortember 2023, day 2 Sweater Weather

#izzy hands #new unicorn #comfortember #comfortember 2023 #our flag means death fanart #our flag means death #sweater weather #ofmd

[milkb0nny]

The Benefits Of Being Sick

Dean Winchester x gn!reader

Comfortember Day 7: Illness

Summary: You found yourself bound to your bed when a horrible cold haunted you. After struggling to recover, Dean took initiative to heal you from your illness.

Note: I love this one actually! It's really wholesome and the dialog was easy to create. Usually I struggle with it. 🤍 To all of you who are currently sick while reading this: get well soon!

Warnings: established relationship, sickness

word count: ~1k

Life had taken a harsh turn during the recent hunts, leaving you physically and mentally drained. Even though no injuries happened to you, you got terribly sick due to the colder season. Walking through cold forests during rain, only to fight some ghosts, was the final straw for you.

The weeks leading up to this moment had been marked by subtle signs of illness. A runny nose here, a scratchy throat there - nothing you hadn't experienced before. You had naively assumed that these minor discomforts would fade on their own. Neglecting self-care in the throes of a hunt was all too common, and you had fallen victim to this pattern.

But after the messy and chilling ghost hunt, the onset of your illness took a more sinister turn. It began with a throbbing headache, pounding against your skull. The pain was excruciating, and it left you reeling. Attempting a simple act like washing your face with cold water turned disastrous and your body only knew pain in these moments of physical activity.

As you leaned over the bathroom sink, dizziness overcame you, and the world tilted dangerously. Only quick reflexes saved you from a potentially painful fall onto the tile floor.

With trembling legs and a body wracked with discomfort, you clung to the wall for support and slowly made your way back to your room. The sickness that had taken hold of you was unlike anything you had experienced before. Your tired eyes gaze at your sweat soaked bed. With a heavy sigh, you sank into the clammy sheets, exhaustion weighing you down like an anchor.

In a matter of minutes your eyes closed, and you fell asleep.

°°°

The door knocked when you regained consciousness, your eyes blinking towards the direction of the direction where the sound had come from. You felt the wet bedsheets around you, making the experience extraordinary uncomfortable for you. Dean's concerned face appeared as he cautiously entered your room, his eyes quickly adjusting to the stuffy and dimly lit space.

A worried furrow creased his brow as he took in the sight of your pale, sweat-soaked face. The room, heavy with the scent of sickness, was a stark contrast to its usual state of fresh cold air and tidiness.

“Sweetheart," he began, his voice soft and gentle, "you look like crap.”

Even though you were at a low point in life right now, you couldn’t resist chuckling to his hilarious remarks. Dean, who tried to be serious, only caused you to giggle at his dry remark.

“Thank you, Babe. You always know how to make me feel better," you ironically replied, your tried eyes gazing to the man, who slowly approached you.

“I'm serious, y/n," he said, his tone serious now. “You've been pushing yourself too hard on these hunts. Now, look at you.”

You nodded, wincing at the pain in your head. “I know, I know. I thought it was just a slight cold. I guess I underestimated it.” Your whispery voice represented the lack of energy flowing through your body.

Dean sat down on your bed, gently removing some hair strands from your face, his hands cold. You took his icy hands nod put it on your forehead, so the pain may vanish through his magic skills and coolness.

You met his gaze, gratitude shining in your eyes. “I appreciate you, Dean. I really do.”

Your sweet whimpering sounds softened the male up, ordering him to place a light kiss on your cheek. His cold hand remained on your head, drawing circles on your hairline.

He gave you a small, reassuring smile. His eyes told you he was adoring you in this moment. Even though you not only felt exhausted, you also felt incredibly ugly, and still, Dean admired you. Alone the fact he loved you at your lowest point, made you happier than before.

His low voice filled the room once again, keeping you from falling asleep again, “Now, let's get you back on your sweet little feet. I'll make some chicken soup. Do you want to take your blanket and some pillows to the sofa, so you can watch me cook, baby?”

You couldn't help but smile at his words. His care and concern wrapped around you like a warm, comforting embrace, chasing away the chill that had gripped your body.

A slight nod of agreement was all you could muster, your voice strained from the relentless coughing that had plagued you. Dean knew that you couldn't refuse his request, and with a gentle yet firm grip, he scooped you up effortlessly. His strong arms were wrapped around you, giving you a form of security.

He carried you to the living space, where Sam was engrossed in the stack of papers spread across the table, each one a piece of the puzzle in their ongoing hunt. Sam glanced up, his eyes filled with concern at the sight of you being cradled in Dean's arms.

“A tea?” He asked you to which you replied with a soft nod.

Setting you down with the utmost care, Dean swiftly retrieved a soft blanket and a pile of plump pillows. It only took a matter of minutes before you were cocooned in warmth again. You watched Dean's every move, your heart swelling with affection and gratitude for the man who was always there to take care of you. You loved him, so much your heart sometimes couldn’t comprehend it. His actions spoke louder than words, he loved you too.

While you rested, Dean took a moment to regroup and focus on preparing the best chicken soup you had ever tasted. Cooking wasn't something he did often, but when he did, it was like a form of meditation. The aroma of simmering broth and herbs wafted through the air, filling the room with a comforting scent.

Sam observed from a distance, a soft smile playing on his lips. He knew that the bond between you and Dean was unbreakable. It was moments like these, when Dean's love and care shone brightly, and it comforted his younger brother. He knew Dean’s emotions were safe with you, and you were secure and sound under Dean’s care.

You were convinced with such a princess treatment every day, you would quickly regain your strength.

#supernatural dean #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #sam and dean #dean winchester #supernatural #spn fanfic #spnfandom #comfortember 2023 #comfortember

[angelgalchicha]

Day two of Comfortober: Sweater Weather

#daredevil #foggy nelson #daredevil fanart #daredevil tv #matt murdock #matt x foggy #mattfoggy #they are married your honor #comfortember

[din-miller]

Late Night Baking

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Comfortember day thirteen: baking

Warning: injury, blood, hurt/comfort, it’s actually mostly just comfort, implications to sexy times, married couple, set in Jackson

A/N: ‘you can’t have comfort without hurt - Justice joy’

“It’s been a while since I’ve baked,” You announced, startling the two ‘bakers’ fumbling their way around the kitchen, “But if I recall correctly, the batter is supposed to go in the bowl, not on your body and clothing.”

Joel turned around, a small white handprint stark against his black shirt, right where his heart is located; his hair almost completely white – which, whoa is that ever a look – and a dusting of flour is generously canvassed across his body.

Ellie giggled, herself covered in flour and what looked like egg yolks in her hair, while Joel blushed and wiped his hands free of baking ingredients, “You weren’t supposed to be home until late. We weren’t expectin’ you.”

“Clearly,” You hummed, “What is all this?”

Joel grabbed a whisk off the floor, most likely a result of you scaring him, and waved it in the teen’s direction, “Apparently Ellie’s school is doing a baking contest.”

You sent Ellie a look, “And you’re just now telling us?” You glanced at the clock, “At ten o’clock at night?”

“Hey, I wasn’t planning on telling you at all but then Maria had to go run her mouth at dinner and boom, now we’re here.”

“And what is it that you're attempting to make?”

“Cupcakes?” Ellie offered with a small wince.

You took in all the ingredients laid out messily across the kitchen, lips pressed together tightly to suppress a sigh, “Please tell me you’re not using baking powder…”

“I told you!” Ellie exclaimed, glaring at Joel, “I told him to use baking soda. Tell her Joel, tell her I told you.”

You raised a brow at the man, awaiting his answer. He rolled his eyes, “She told me so.”

You gave a little ‘aha’ before stretching out your stiff joints, “Get this all cleaned up and we’ll start again. Right now I’m going to have a shower.”

“Need help?” Joel asked, back turned to you as he set the whisk in the sink, then, after a beat he turned around flushed to the nines and Ellie awkwardly cleared her throat as all colour drained Joel’s face, “i, no, it’s – you have a cut and I wanted to know if you needed help cleanin’ it. That’s all, I swear.”

Right, the barely visible scratch you got out on patrol today.

“It’s nothing.” You waved him off, because really, it’s barely even bled.

Ellie leaned forward like she’s trying to observe how deep the cut is without actually appearing like so. As nonchalantly as possible she said, “Just let him check you over.”

Knowing you weren’t going to win this, you sighed and pointed a finger at her, “Fine, but I want this kitchen spotless by the time I’m done.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,”

“I spent the last seven hours killing infected, you can manage to clean the kitchen, you understand?”

Maybe it’s your tone or you look as rough as you feel because Ellie bit her bottom lip and said, “Yes sir.”

You nodded at her, a silent thanks before taking Joel’s hand in yours and leading him up the stairs to your ensuite bathroom. Once inside, the door closed, Joel gave a small hum and brought his lips to yours.

“Did I miss anything exciting today?” Joel stepped back enough to let his hands work at slowly undressing you, brown eyes taking in every inch of your body, looking for injuries. When the only one he could find is on your cheek he breathed out a deep breath of relief.

You leaned into his hands, eyes closing as you breath in his familiar scent, letting it comfort you the way it always does, “Nothing worth mentioning, honey.”

His hand cupped your cheek, “Then how’d you get this?”

You scrunched up your nose, cheeks flooding with embarrassment, “I accidentally let the kickback catch me.”

Joel doesn’t even try to hide the grin on his lips following your words. The bastard. He tilted your cheek to the side studying the cut. It’s not deep, barely bleed but a cut is a cut in Joel’s eyes and cuts are not to be taken lightly.

He grabbed a clean washcloth and started to wipe at the dried blood, his other hand cupping the back of your neck when you hissed and pulled away, “Darlin’ I need to clean it.”

You closed your eyes, letting him continue without pulling away. Once Joel decided it was clean enough he backed away and you shivered as his warm body was replaced by cold air biting at your naked skin.

As he rinsed away the blood soaking into the cloth, you leisurely took in his clothed figure, knowing what lies beneath the fabric. Not that you’re wanting or expecting anything to happen, you don’t have the energy, but you can’t deny how attractive your husband is standing in just his pjs that Ellie had picked out last Christmas. You laid your hand on his chest, thumb brushing over the fabric, “Ellie wake you up?”

He shrugged, then gently pressed a kiss to the corner of your cut, “Kid didn’t mean too. I fell asleep on the couch, she didn’t know I was there.”

Your hand slipped under Joel’s shirt and pulled it over his head, “What did I tell you about waiting up for me?”

“That it makes you happy?” Joel tried. When you levelled him with an unimpressed glare, he tried a different approach, “That it makes you horny?”

“Joel Miller it does no such thing!”

He looked down at you, a smirk on his lips and mirth dancing in his eyes, “If I remember correctly, the last time I waited up for you I got the ride of my life.”

“You must live a boring life.” You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his pjs, waiting for his nod before pulling them down over the globe of his ass, hands tracing every inch of the skin presented to you.

Joel’s head dropped down onto your shoulder, face hot with a blush. The one he always gets whenever you treat him like a man who should be worshipped, “Never a day boring with you honey.”

“I like to think that’s true,” You turned the showers handle to hot as Joel stripped himself of his remaining clothes, “Let’s shower before Ellie burns the house down.”

Joel snorted, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s passed out on the couch right now.”

You gesture for him to go in first, not out of politeness but more so to make sure the water is comfortable temperature wise, “If she is we can do the baking ourselves. I don’t really want to have another shower tonight.”

Joel pulled your naked body against his, “But you’d look fancy with a flour moustache my darlin’.”

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #tlou fic #joel miller #ellie included fic #ellie williams #married couple | the last of us #justice joy writes #comfortember #jackson setting

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

DAY TWO: Stress w/ Professor!Spencer Reid

a/n: Yes, this is another late post, but hey, it was posted, so whatever! This can be seen as a continuation/a drabble of the couple in the oneshot 'Me & My Husband' :]

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TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback

Spencer's passion to be the best professor he can be for his students was admirable, but an as equally stressful task as well. He was constantly organized and energetic, making sure that no kid's assignment was left ungraded, and as sure as hell no one was failing, not on his watch. Sometimes, he forgot about himself, and that's where you'd come in. Like tonight, where you found him hunched over a bunch of papers, unruly curly hair threaded between his fingers as he took deep breaths.

"Spence?" You said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, but instantly relaxed under the weight of your hand. "What're you doing here, I thought you went home already." He said tiredly, rubbing some of the exhaustion out of his eyes. You shook your head no with a sad smile on your face, "Mm, I was waiting for my husband, but consider me surprised when I found myself waiting in our car for over an hour." He let out an airy but guilty laugh. "I'm sorry, I just — I just have a few more tests to grade before we can go." A few meant possibly hundreds, depending on how fast he was going.

Yes, he used to be able to read super fast, and even have an eidetic memory, but as he has gotten older, his brain doesn't run as fast as it used to. You knew he hated it, even though it served him well in his early years of teaching.

"How about you stop where you're at now, and we go to bed as soon as we get home?" You suggested, running your hands up and down his shoulders, crawling down his back. You felt the shivers run up his spine, his body slumping as he finally let the many sleepless nights catch up to him. "But I—" He tried to argue. "Nope, no excuses. I don't know what I would do if I allowed you to tug your hair out until you go bald. Why else would I have married you?" You teased as you began to pack up his stuff. "Oh really?" He asked with a small smile on his face.

"Really."

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[sofya-fanfics]

Plushies

Fandom : Fairy Tail

Relationship : Gray x Juvia

My Comfortember 2023 contribution for the prompt : Plushies.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : It had only been a few days since Team Natsu left Magnolia and yet Gray missed Juvia. They spent so much time together that he felt like a part of him was missing when she was not there. He had never felt this for anyone.

Disclaimer : Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

@comfortember

AO3 / FF.NET

Gray took his backpack and he sat down on the bed. He opened the bag and rummaged inside. He could hear Natsu and Happy sleeping in the bed next to his. Team Natsu had been hired for a mission that was supposed to last several weeks. They had stopped at a hotel to spend the night. Lucy, Erza, Wendy and Carla shared a room, while he shared one with Natsu and Happy.

It had only been a few days since they left Magnolia and yet he missed Juvia. They spent so much time together that he felt like a part of him was missing when she was not there. He had never felt this for anyone.

He smiled when he found what he was looking for in his backpack. He looked towards Natsu and Happy and he saw that they were still fast asleep. He knew that if they ever woke up, they would not stop making fun of him.

He took a plush out of his bag. It was not very big and fit in the palm of his hand. Gray could not help laughing slightly when he thought back to when Juvia gave him the plush. It was the day before he left for the mission. He was packing his bag when Juvia came to see him.

“Juvia has a surprise for you.”

She handed him a bag and Gray took it. He could see the impatience in Juvia's eyes. He opened the bag and took out a plush. Gray opened his eyes wide, not expecting this kind of gift. It was a small plush bearing the image of Juvia.

“It’s a Juvia plush,” the water mage said with a huge smile. “That way, when you miss Juvia, you can hold her close. Juvia made it small so you can keep it with you at all times. And look.”

She took out of her bag a plush of the same size as the Juvia plush.

“Juvia has a Gray-sama plush. She will keep it with her all the time, until you come back. This way, the two plushies can also be reunited.”

Gray smiled tenderly. It was not the first time Juvia had this kind of attention for him. Even if at first her gifts embarrassed him, he was now touched by all her attentions. He took her hand, drew her to him and kissed her.

“It’s perfect,” he said, pulling away slightly.

Gray lay down on the bed, Juvia plush next to him. Even though he felt a little ridiculous, Juvia was right. In a way, she was with him. He ends up falling asleep, eager to return home and to sleep with Juvia in his arms.

The end

#comfortember #comfortember 2023 #fairy tail #gruvia #gray x juvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #gruvia fanfiction #fairy tail fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing

[softhairedhotch]

comfortember day six: notes aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader you leave secret notes for aaron to remind him to take care of himself. when you stop after a bad case, he starts leaving you notes too. word count: 2.2k warnings/content: mentions of food, eating, weddings, life stuff. flirting, taking care of each other, cutesy lovey fluff.

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also on ao3!

green and yellow sticky notes

Before becoming a new recruit at the BAU, you were very aware of all the rumours surrounding your new co-workers. About how they handle cases with high-end professionalism and no emotion, how they’re not afraid to break the law a little to solve a case, how they don’t mind getting their hands dirty. But when you move to the division you find that that’s not (entirely) true. The team are lovely and, when not on a case, deal with everything the same as everyone else: cracking jokes, lifting each other up and making everyone around them laugh, and getting food with each other to pass the time.

All except for Aaron.

He joins in when he can, smiling occasionally and making the odd joke or two, but from what you can tell, he keeps mostly to himself to remain professional as the team’s boss. However, after a few months of working alongside him, you realise that he often overworks himself, picking up odd hours in the office and working overtime, and forgets to take care of himself in the process. He survives off coffee and spite alone, something that both intrigues and concerns you. 

It pains you that he doesn’t care for himself as much as he should and, as time goes on and you find yourself helplessly falling in love with the man, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You smile as an idea pops into your head one day when you're struck in the office and you reach out to grab your stack of green sticky notes and a pen. Scribbling down a quick message ('don't forget to eat!' with a smiley face in the corner), you remove it from the pile and fold it neatly, shoving it into your pocket and waiting for the perfect moment to drop it where it needs to go. 

It’s almost an hour later when Aaron leaves his office for a bathroom break and you smirk to yourself as you grab a random file from your desk and make your way up the stairs. Glancing around to make sure no one’s paying attention, you slip inside the empty office and pull the note from your pocket, placing it on his desk and leaving as quickly as you entered. 

Making your way down the stairs, you see Aaron already making his way back to his office with his head buried in his phone. You suddenly grow anxious at the thought of him finding the note–would he think it's weird? What if he knew it was you immediately, even though you modified your handwriting to make it harder to distinguish? What if he called you into the office to tell you he's reporting you to HR? 

Forcing the thoughts out of your mind, you sit back at your desk and brace yourself for Aaron's reaction, whatever it may be. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Aaron unfold the note and read it a few times, flipping it over to see if there's anything on the back. He looks confused, rightfully so, before standing up and looking out at the bullpen like a hunter stalking his prey. 

Derek, who sits across from you, looks up at him lazily with interest before raising an eyebrow in your direction in a silent question. You shrug and give him a half-convincing smile as if to say you don't know what's going on either, looking back at your computer and pretending to focus so he doesn't feel the need to pry. 

To your surprise, Aaron says nothing. Instead, he makes his way to the kitchenette and pulls out a container from the fridge, glancing at it to determine whether or not he should heat it up. You smirk to yourself as you realise your plan worked, watching as he finally throws it into the microwave and leans against the counter with his arms crossed and eyes closed in thought.

After that day, you find yourself leaving more notes. Messages along the lines of 'stay hydrated <3' and 'get some sleep tonight man!' and 'there's some pasta in the fridge, enjoy :)'. Secretly, of course, and at times he wouldn't be able to suspect it's you. Although after a few weeks pass, you figure he already knows who's leaving the notes but hasn't brought it up because he appreciates the reminders to drink water and get some fresh air. 

You find yourself unable to gather enough energy to leave him notes, however, after a particularly gruesome case that hit far too close to home and messed you up more than you'd like to admit. Going to work feels like a chore and you don't have it in yourself to brighten his day, no matter how much you wish you could. 

A week passes and you still can't shake the case, walking into work feeling like the weight of the world rests on your shoulders. You're early, unable to get any sleep the night before, and you notice the bullpen is mostly deserted as you make your way to your desk. You sit down with a sigh, holding back tears and bouncing your leg as you pull items out of your bag. The sight of something on your keyboard catches your attention and you freeze at the sight of a yellow sticky note sitting on top of the keys, neatly folded. 

Interested, you carefully unfold the note and almost sob at the message scrawled out in capital letters: 'TAKE THINGS EASY TODAY.' It’s clear that whoever wrote it tried their best to make the handwriting as unrecognisable as they could but you have a sneaky suspicion of who left it. 

As you push it into your pocket, wanting to keep it on you so you can reread it throughout the day, Aaron walks into the bullpen and sends you a gentle smile as he heads up to his office. You watch him settle down at his desk, pulling out his own items from his briefcase before casually adjusting his yellow sticky notes on his desk with a focused expression. Your heart misses a beat and you feel as light as a feather, knowing that you just fell for him even more. After that, your day is infinitely better. 

There's an hour before your shift ends when your stomach starts growling at you. Sighing to yourself, you push away from your desk and make your way to the bathroom for a small break, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly as thoughts of Aaron invade your mind. The thought of him leaving a note for you made your heart swell multiple sizes and you had to restrain yourself from giggling out loud at the thought, feeling happier than you have in days. 

You make your way back to your desk to refill your coffee cup when you find another note, yellow like the last one, neatly folded on top of your case file. You chuckle to yourself and glance up to Aaron’s office, his eyes meeting yours for a moment between the open blinds before he looks away as if he wasn’t looking at you at all, and you grin as you open the note.

‘YOU HAVEN’T EATEN YET.’

Emily raises an eyebrow at you when you let out a loud snort and slap your hand over your mouth. You shake your head at her and send her a look as if to say you’ll tell her later before looking back at the note and laughing quietly to yourself. The way he words it, so factual and certain, makes you feel warm. It’s so him, even when he’s clearly trying not to be.

Shoving the note in your pocket, you make your way to the kitchenette to heat up some leftover pasta. A few minutes later Aaron is sidling up beside you, pouring fresh coffee into his mug. It’s silent for a few moments as you both focus on your own tasks. 

“Thanks for reminding me to eat,” you say, smiling at him. 

He stills for a moment. “Sorry?”

You laugh and shake your head fondly at him. “Don’t play stupid, Hotchner. I know it’s you leaving the notes.”

A small smile tugs at his lips. "It hasn't even been a full day. Was I that obvious?" 

You snort. “Hotch… you wrote them in all caps and ended both messages with a period. They sound exactly like something you’d say anyway; even the tone felt like you. Didn’t even take me two seconds to figure out who it was, even with the poor attempt at changing up the handwriting.”

Aaron raises his eyebrows and pretends to look offended. "Poor attempt? I think it was pretty good!"

“In your dreams, maybe.” 

“Well, what about your notes? I could tell it was you from a mile away.”

“Really?”

“...No. It took me about two weeks to realise.”

You let out a loud laugh as you pull your food from the microwave. Aaron smiles at you with bright eyes as he sips at his coffee, wincing when it burns his tongue. 

“Two weeks, Mr. Profiler? We oughta get you an award for that.”

“Yeah. Make sure it says I’m the unit chief too so that everyone knows I suck at my job. Couldn’t even figure out it was my own subordinate leaving me notes.”

You smirk at him as you stir your pasta. "Is that all I am to you? Your subordinate?"

Aaron's face turns serious and he tilts his head to the side. "Of course not." He rubs the pad of his thumb idly against his closed fist for a few moments. "Thank you. For the, the notes. I didn't realise how bad I was at taking care of myself until you started reminding me to." 

 "Yeah," you chuckle, "you're pretty bad, to say the least." 

"Seems like you've been going through the same thing this week, though. Don't want you turning into me." 

You sigh. "Yeah. Just… that last case…" 

His hand slowly lands on your shoulder and he gives you an empathetic smile. “I understand. My office is always open if you ever want to talk. It doesn’t necessarily have to be about the case but I’m there for that too.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it. And you… can come to me about anything, too. Just want you to know that.”

Aaron’s smile widens as he pulls back. “Thank you. I’ll leave you to eat. Speak to you later, yeah?" 

And off he goes, leaving you feeling like you might burst into flames.

After that day, the two of you get into the habit of leaving notes for each other all the time, you with a green sticky note and him with yellow. Gentle reminders to eat or to stretch your legs and the like. But as you get to know each other more intricately outside of work, you find that the notes become more personal. You make sure to remind Aaron that he has an appointment at Jack’s school or that he’s meant to restock on Jessica’s favourite tea when she visits, and he lets you know when you’re low on your comfort snacks in the office or have a doctor’s appointment coming up. 

Soon enough, when you start to get even closer and he begins inviting you to his apartment for movies and meals, you find yourself leaving notes around his place. Little messages in the kitchen to remind him when something goes out of date or the living room to make sure he doesn't forget to pick up a case file on his way out. Even telling him that he's a great boss or that you (and the team, but you put emphasis on the fact that you) appreciate him. 

It's safe to say that it's no surprise when, after you hide your face in his chest during a terrifying scene in a horror movie, the two of you quickly become more than friends.  

Penelope is over the moon for you, Derek is glad Aaron finally pulled his head out of his ass and made a move, Emily finally understands what made you happy all those months ago, JJ is happy you both found each other, Dave is proud that Aaron finally moved on and found someone new, and Spencer is indifferent to the whole situation. You and Aaron are, much like the others, ecstatic.

When you move in with him, the apartment very quickly fills up with yellow and green sticky notes, the two of you leaving reminders of your love everywhere. And when he proposes to you, he leaves a yellow sticky note inside the box that tells you how much he adores you. Like a fucking dork. But he’s your dork, and you burst into tears at the sight and cherish the note forever.

At the wedding, Aaron makes sure that his pocket square is yellow, in honour of his colour, and unbeknownst to him, you make sure your own outfit has some semblance of green in it. It makes him tear up and, unlike every other time he gets emotional, he’s not afraid to show how much it affects him.

For years to come, the two of you leave each other yellow and green sticky notes no matter what. Jack does it with his partner, refusing to break the habit, and their children do it with theirs, and their children with theirs, following the tradition until the only memory of how it started are the tattered notes kept in the storage of your great-great-grandchildren’s attic.

tag list: @criminalskies @citrusiove @hotchs-big-hands @ssahotchnerr @sillyhotchsgirl

#i looooooove this one so much #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds #comfortember #comfortember 2023

[comfortember]

Comfortember 2022!

IT’S HERE!!

Just a reminder, Comfortember is a month-long challenge during the month of November and the focus is all things comfort. Whether in the form of fluff, recovery, post-whump, or all of the above, it’s a ton of fun and really heartwarming!! This challenge is open to all fandoms and it’s open to all forms of art, not just fanfiction. Please use the #comfortember tag when you post so all the fics will be in one place!

I don’t really use ao3 so I tried my best with the collection, tell me if there’s anything wrong!

Without further ado here’s the prompts:

I hope you all enjoy this year’s prompts! Again Im new so if you have any constructive criticism feel free to tell me! :D If you have any question you can send an ask, dm me, join the discord, or check out the FAQ!! And btw the fastest way is definitely discord since Im not always logged into tumblr but I will do my best to be logged in more often during the event!

And remember to use the alt prompts if any of them make you uncomfortable or if you don’t want to do them for any reason! Thank you all so much for your patience and have fun!! -HD And under the cut is the prompts written out for easy readability!

1. Hugs

2. Stressed

3. Warm Food

4. Overthinking

5. Game Night

6. Exhaustion

7. Comfort Item

8. Afraid to ask for help

9. Day out

10. Breakdown

11. Holding Hands

12. Concern

13. Losing track of time

14. Encouraging

15. A Quiet Moment

16. Shelter

17. Falling asleep on someone

18. Overwhelmed

19. Cold

20. Self Care

21. Anxiety Attack

22. Pets

23. Pass Out

24. Night Time

25. Lost

26. Getting Sleep

27. Proud

28. Quality Time

29. Distance

30. Moving Forward

ALT:

1. Flowers 2. Frozen 3. Calm 4. Plushies 5. Create

#comfortember #comfortember 2022 #official announcement #HD talks

[heyitsme1040]

Teddy Barnes [b.b]

summary : You make a bear resembling Bucky. You worry he’ll think having a bear based on your significant other will be weird, but Bucky’s delighted by your gesture. He wants to make a bear of you as well. 

pairings : Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings : None (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 610

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day fifteen of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘plushies’. This was very self indulgent.

You felt silly walking into your apartment. The mall had been busy, but you were determined when you arrived. You’d been confident when you walked in, excited as you made the bear, and now you felt silly. You entered the apartment, calling out a quick greeting to let Bucky know you were home. You heard the shower running, so you curled up on the couch. You stared at the bear you’d made today. It was soft, and you couldn’t help smiling at it. 

“Hi doll,” Bucky kissed your head as he walked through the living room. “How was the mall?”

“It was good,” you hugged the bear closer, trying to hide it. 

“I’m glad. Did you find what you needed?”

“Yeah,” you sheepishly responded. 

You heard Bucky grab a glass, then the tap running as he filled his cup. You wondered how weird he would find the bear you made. The soft bear comforted you from where you were squeezing it in your arms. Bucky’s quiet footsteps reached you before he walked into your view. He sat on the couch facing you, smiling as he pulled your legs into his lap. 

“Hi,” his hand strokes your ankle. 

“Hi,” you smiled back at him. 

“What’d you get?”

“Oh! I just went to Build-A-Bear.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head, “Build-A-Bear?”

“Yeah, it’s this store. You go in, and choose an unstuffed bear. Or other animals that they have there. Then you get it stuffed, choose the heart that goes in it, and you can add a sound. Once it’s stuffed, you choose clothes for it before making a birth certificate. You make a customized bear,” you shrug at your explanation. 

Bucky nodded at your explanation. “So, what did you make?”

Your cheeks flushed as his attention was now focused on the bear in your hold. With an internal cringe, you pulled the bear away from you. Holding it to face Bucky, you offer the bear to him. Bucky took the dark brown bear. Looked at the little black henley that was under the denim vest, noticed the way you’d tucked the boots into its dark jeans. 

“I made a mini you,” you explained. “This is Teddy Barnes. And if you squeeze his paw…” You reached out and pressed the plastic box in its paw. Bucky’s voice came through with an ‘I love you, doll’ that you had saved in your voice memos. “I know it’s probably kind of weird, but I just thought it’d be nice for when you’re on missions. Or if I just wanted a cuddle and you were busy.”

“This is really sweet,” Bucky lightly laughed. “It’s adorable.”

You quickly tugged Teddy Barnes out of Bucky’s hold, hugging it tight against you once again. “You don’t have to say that,” you snap. “I know it’s probably really weird. But–”

Bucky’s lips pressed to yours stops your rant before it could start. His hands cupped your head, holding you in place. You felt all defensive instinct drain out of you from the soft movement of the kiss. Bucky pulled back to breath, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“I was being serious,” he panted. “It’s the sweetest thing anyone has done. I love it. I love you,” Bucky pressed another kiss to your flushed skin. 

“I love you,” you whispered past the emotions building in your chest.

“And now I really want to make one of you, too. Can keep it in my duffle during missions. Have it on the bed with Teddy Barnes when we go places. Can’t have them getting lonely when we’re busy, now can we?”

You smiled widely, nodding at his question. “That sounds great,” you giggle. 

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[nights-flying-fox]

A Reminder

Its comfortember again!! A few days late bc while I wrote this on the first day I wrote this to my notebook lol anyways this one is Cass Apocalyptic Future fanfic ( by @/somerandomdudelmao) if you haven't check it out yet, go and read it!! (if you want ofc)

Sometimes Donnie forgets he and his family are safe now.

Fandom: ROTTMNT (CAS AU) | 330 Words | hurt/comfort | click for AO3 | takes place after episode 17, beware of spoilers

 Leo, Raph and Mikey were all back. Donnie, with Casey’s help had made that certain. They time traveled, came back to life.

 But there were times Donnie would have nightmares about everything going wrong. Him not being able to save them, or him getting sick again. As if he still was in danger. As if the Krang would come back and destroy everything he fixed, and everything he’d fix.

 Then his family would join him whenever he woke up with shaking breaths. Some nights Donnie would get up and sit, working on his plans for fixing more things. To bring back more of what he lost, or to make what he had better. It relaxed him, somewhat. Then he’d find out Leo joining him, ask about what he was doing, and comforting without even asking or talking about his worries. Some nights he would just curl next to one of his brothers. Then Raph would sense his worries and give him one of his most comforting hugs ever (and they would be so warm, just like the old times, when they were much younger). Donnie would gladly snuggle, accepting the feeling of being protected and loved. Mikey would be awake sometimes, and he would tell him about some dumb things his brothers while Donnie was away.

 Donnie would forget his worries as they accompanied him. They were here, alive, by his side. He had done it and pulled them back to his side. He had not let anything stop him; Krang, illness, death. He, alongside him Casey, saved them and was reunited with them.

 And most importantly they were safe. The Krang were no more, the war was over (even before it started in this timeline). They no longer had to save resources, to be always on alert.

 Leo, Raph, Mikey, they all were safe, and so was Casey. And his family was here to remind that. Remind him that everything was okay. That he was safe.

 They were safe.

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5 Times Tony’s Intern Almost Called Him “Dad” + 1 Time He Did

The title explains it. :) A quick 5+1 for Comfortember 2023.

It should be updated often and finished within this next week!

@comfortember Alt 3 - Travel

@flufftober 5 - x+1

(This is doing my best to satisfy a request from @Hailey. Peter calling Tony "Dad" is not something I've thought about writing much, since I have to get kind of creative to justify something like that in my head (short of adoption, which I've only written in my soulmate series, and he definitely calls Peter "Dad" there...)

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