#comfortober

[angelgalchicha]

Day One of Comfortober: Safe

#foggy nelson #daredevil #daredevil fanart #daredevil tv #matt murdock #matt x foggy #comfortober #mattfoggy

[michiviv]

comfortember, prompt: leaves changing, books

pairing: timeskip! akaashi keiji x gn! reader

sypnosis: akaashi falls in love with the owner of the bookstore along the season.

warning: akaashi calls reader pretty, idk if anything else

notes: slow burn is a joke

word count: 1148

When you officially take over the story the leaves were still green. They framed the shop so perfectly it seemed quaint, homey even. The leaves were still green when you met him for the first time.

By him, I mean the man you'd be silently admiring for months, exchanging few words here and there. He was just so pretty… although he always wore a slightly-exasperated expression as he skimmed through the rows of books. He always made an effort to go through the entire store (it wasn’t much, but he still did), however he always remained near the manga section. Skimming through manga, mostly shonen.

Was he a shonen fan? Did he only read shonen or did he branch out?

Sometimes, when you were tending the counter, he would buy himself a volume and order himself some coffee before sitting on one of the tables facing the counter. The steam from the coffee often fogging up his glasses, which made you giggle as he wiped them. It was a slightly endearing sight. If it wasn't manga, it was a sports magazine, however you would only catch him reading the MSBY section.

You honestly felt like a creep, picking up on his habits. He only came once a week yet somehow you knew all of his reading habits but not his name.

Akaashi was the same too however. He knew your habits, always greeting him with a smile. You always drew animals as your latte art, you drew him a swan once. On your breaks you read romance novels, he saw you pick up a manga once but he didn’t know what you were reading.

Did you read obscure mangas? Like maybe Kiss of the Rose Princess? He didn’t catch anything he personally edited so he assumed you didn’t read much shonen. He had attempted to talk to you, maybe suggest one he had edited but every time he had tried someone wanted coffee. It was his curse.

slowly, overtime the leaves started to grow yellow and the weather slightly chiller. You stared off, outside the window. Thinking of anything you possibly could’ve. Books, rent, taxes, the pretty boy…

“What stage is your favorite?” A voice spoke, it was calm and kind of monotonous. You turned to look at the source and there he was- the man you were just thinking about. maybe you summoned him into exists, “of the leaves, i mean.”

“hm, i don’t think i have one.” you murmured, turning to look at the leaves. you imagined the shift from green to yellow to red to brown. “do you have one…” you trailed off, hoping he’d give you his name.

“akaashi, akaashi keiji.” he introduced himself with a small nod, “i think i like them when they’re green. it’s normal but it’s nice… it’s just right.”

finally you knew his name and it was just perfect. such a pretty name for a pretty boy, you made sure you would **never** forget it. you began to write down notes on his cup, silly little words of encouragement and drawings. one day it’s a cat and the next it’s a pig, he’d never know.

some nights when he came near closing, you’d stay hours just talking with him and learning about each other.

“what were you like in high school?l” you asked him, scrubbing the expresso machine.

“me?” he asked, his eyes widening slightly in surprise before he smiled a little bit to himself. gods, you’d kill for that smile. “i was vice and eventually captain of the volleyball team.”

you gasped a little, listening to his revelation. he didn’t seem like the type to be one of those jock volleyball players, “really? you’re joking.”

akaashi chuckled and shook his head, “dead serious. we competed in the tokyo nationals and my best friend is now a member of the black jackals.”

“that’s amazing, akaashi! show me, who is it?” you asked him, eager to know about his past.

akaashi sought out a sports magazine and brought up a team picture of the team, and started pointing out all of the players he knew and/or played with. in total he had previously met 4 people, bokuto, atsumu, hinata and sakusa. when he pointed out that bokuto was his best friend i could help but let out a ‘damn!’ that guy was ripped!

“you’re telling me— the buff guy is your best friend?” you asked him, sort of in disbelief.

“yes,” he replied, amused, “what? don’t believe me?”

“no, yes… i mean- you two are quite distinct. i can’t imagine you two talking in high school.”

“he was something..” he said with a dramatic sigh, causing both of you to laugh.

as the leaves continued to change, he began coming more often, and maybe his comments became flirtier. you two held contact for a while, began walking around the block together ‘accidentally’ brushing hands. neither of you backed off, yet neither of you took action. which was starting to piss you off.

why couldn’t you just do it. why couldn’t you just hold his hand or ask him out on a date. not that you haven’t tried, the words just get stuck on your throat and you end up asking him to have a walk with you or you offer him a cup of coffee for the cooling weather.

as you berates yourself while decompressing the coffee machine, akaashi walked in. he sauntered over with his hands behind his back. you looked up at him and smiled, “hey, akaashi. how was work?”

akaashi hummed as he pondered a response, “it was alright. work is work.” he started, pausing. he took enough time pondering his response that you had stopped what you were doing and completely turned to look at him; giving him your undivided attention.

“listen, i…” he took another deep breath before looking at you seriously. although his face was serious you could see the uncertainty and nervousness shift in his eyes, “i’ve been interested in you for a while. you’re pretty, you’re smart, you make me feel so happy and alive— basically, what i want to say is that I want to take you out on a date.” he finally confessed, pulling his hand from his back and revealing a bouquet of flowers.

your face had flushed red long before he finished his confession, slowly you took the bouquet of flowers, the grin that slowly grew on your face practically cementing itself there. “akaashi, i-“

“only if you’ll have me.”

“right,” you chuckled, “well, i would love to. these flowers are beautiful.”

“how about tomorrow night… at 7?” he asked, you could see the tips of his ears turning pink as he fidgeted with his fingers, “i’ll pick you up.”

“that sounds perfect.” you reassured him, leaning over the counter to plant a kiss on his cheek.

finally, the leaves had turned red… and they were your favorite.

#haikyū!! #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu #fluff #comfortober #fukurodani #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi fluff #hq akaashi #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi x you #imagines #fukurodani x reader

[broken-clover]

16- Halfway There

Not sure why I put this prompt in here, it was hard! Hence why this took me so long. Here I tried to focus a lot on sensations, despite not having been to a concert in a while the post-show high still sticks with me. I thought it'd be fun to combine some of that with Sol and Axl since they seem the type to be familiar with it.

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“How much longer ‘s it gonna be, chief?”

The motor beneath them rumbled, muffling out any actual grumbling that may have been happening elsewhere. “Five minutes after the last time you asked.”

“Which was…?”

He sighed in frustration, loud enough that it was audible over the vehicle itself and the wind whipping by. “We’re ‘bout halfway, give or take. Another hour and a half, probably.”

“Huh. Damn. Didn’t seem that far on the way out.”

“Going to that show was your idea, y’know.”

“Hey, show was good!” Axl shrugged innocently. “Commute’s shit, but the show was good.”

Sol gripped the Firewheel’s handlebars tighter in a desperate attempt to avoid smashing his passenger’s head in. Even if he really deserved it. He heard the man yawn, and, despite not being tired himself, copied the gesture.

“...Guess it was a decent show.” Despite being a music guy, it had been a long time since he’d gone to a live show. Post-apocalyptic bands didn’t hold a candle to the classics, but Sol would admit he missed the simple act of rocking out in a crowd to ear-bursting guitar and drinking a shitton of crappy beer something fierce. Plus, Axl had paid for the tickets, so it wasn’t like it had been a waste of his own money.

A cool spot of wind filled his lungs as he breathed in, and he paused to toss his head back to loosen any stray hair pinned against his collar. The trailing ends of his limiter and the long strands of his ponytail flapped behind like a thin flag. Driving in the dark on a quiet stretch; he’d missed that too.

He momentarily checked the sidecar. Axl had made himself more than comfortable, slouching back into the seat until his knees were almost higher than his head. One arm hung over the edge, fingers spread to feel the air go by.

“Just make sure you’re belted in. Don’t wanna hit a bump in the road and have you go flying out at 80 miles an hour on the highway.”

Axl yawned again. “Dunno ‘bout you Yanks and your weird measurements, but tha’ sounds pretty fast.”

“Yeah. It is. So don’t do it, unless you’re excited to burn most of your skin off on the asphalt.”

“Ew. Nah, pass.” He scooted up until he could prop his chin atop his arms draped along the edge of the car. “Man, it’s kinda nice out.”

“‘s fine if you wanna sleep the rest of the way.”

“Y’don’t mind?”

“Nah. Still a ways to go.” Sol shot him a dirty half-smirk. “Saves me from having to listen to you talk, too.”

Axl gave his sleeve a playful smack. “Piss off, mate, you’re a century old and ya still need driving tips!”

“I’m not taking driving advice from someone who drives on the wrong side of the road.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Mr. Imperial Measuring System. B’sides, we still have better tea.”

“Tea is shit,” Sol shrugged. “Why d’ya think we chucked it in the harbor?”

“Ugh, like five hundred years and you’re still on that?” Replied Axl, rolling his eyes. “...Look, gonna be honest, I did get stranded around there one time. Didn’t realize what I was doing until after the fact. Actually kinda fun. Like trashin’ a hotel room, ‘cept it smelled nicer.”

The driver gave him an odd look. “Bullshit. You’re drunk.”

“Prolly.” Yawning again, he burrowed into the warm bend of his arms. “We almost there, chief?”

“Only been five minutes since the last time you asked. Which was five minutes before the time before that.”

He waited for a response. He didn’t get one. When he could spare a look away from the road, Axl had already conked out, long hair trailing behind in the breeze like a comet-tail.

“...Figures,” he grunted, pressing harder against the gas. “Was actually havin’ fun for a second.”

#frog writes #comfortober #guilty gear #sol badguy #axl low

[faroreskiss]

If there is Whumptober... is there also Comfortober? Sincerely asking?? And if not, why not? Let's start one?!??

#farie rambles #whumptober #comfortober #linked universe #linked universe x reader #a new comfort fic or ficlet everyday sounds lovely #who wants to join #zelda fandom #zelda fanfiction #ao3

[dinogoose]

so, baby, can we dance?

“Dance with me.” A hand outstretched, palm facing up, inviting Buck to dance. He hesitates.

“Eddie- we can’t just dance.” He says, having no better argument.

The soft smile on Eddie’s face goes nowhere, in fact it grows even more fond. He nudges his hand forward again.

(or, buck and eddie dance.)

“Dance with me.” A hand outstretched, palm facing up, inviting Buck to dance. He hesitates.

“Eddie- we can’t just dance.” He says, having no better argument.

The soft smile on Eddie’s face goes nowhere, in fact it grows even more fond. He nudges his hand forward again.

“Come on! It’ll be fun. You may be uncoordinated but I’m sure you can keep up.” The brunet teases, causing Buck to scoff.

Eddie’s house is dark, the sun having set long ago. The crescent moon offers zero illumination, their only source of light coming from the TV.

On screen the credits roll steadily, a soft love song playing through Eddie’s speakers. Eddie had turned to Buck when the song began playing, saying, ‘My sisters taught me how to dance with this song.’

The imagery of that made Buck’s head feel fuzzy and warm, his heart gushing with feelings he’s no longer pushing down.

Then the older man sprang up, just as the chorus played, reaching out to bring Buck to his feet with him.

“Fine.” He takes Eddie’s hand, allowing him to help him up. Even once he stands, Eddie doesn’t let go, instead holding tighter.

His hand is warm and callused. Rough edges, and scars connected to safety and comfort. Hands of someone who has fought, and struggled his way through life. Buck wants to study Eddie’s hands. He wants to study every part of him.

“I’ve got two left feet, so you may break a toe or three.” Buck tells him, Eddie laughs, bright, the noise a gorgeous melody to Buck’s ears. Eddie places his other hand on the blonde’s waist.

Warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, burning Buck. He has half a mind to check and see if Eddie’s hands are actually on fire.

“It will have been worth it.” Eddie’s eyes crinkle up happily, and Buck feels himself flush.

Buck raises a stiff arm, resting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Their hands are clasped together, lifted into the air to get into formation.

“Relax. It’s just us.” The older man breathes out, close enough that Buck can feel his breath, warm on his face.

He’s right, it’s just them, Buck and Eddie. He’s being stupid. If he’s with Eddie then he’s fine.

Sighing, he melts under Eddie’s touch, finally allowing himself to enjoy this.

The song repeats the chorus once more, and Eddie begins swaying them back and forth. A gentle rocking. Buck finds himself following him, just as he does everyday, in everything.

They are partners in every sense of the word and Buck would do anything so long as Eddie was there with him.

“Follow my steps.” Eddie instructs, before slowly stepping.

Eddie’s left foot moves forward, his right one going diagonally. Then he brings his left foot to his right, before stepping back with his right. His left foot goes behind him to the side. Finally his right foot joins his left, in the same spot he began.

“Simple enough right?” Buck’s head is spinning, but he nods anyway. Like, come on he’s a big strong firefighter how hard could dancing be-

“Oh fuck! I’m sorry.” He steps right on Eddie’s foot. Buck cringes as Eddie just shakes his head. He moves again, Buck watching attentively.

Eventually Buck gets it down, moving gracefully with the man he loves, even as the movie ends, the only sound in the room being their breathing.

His heart no longer aches with love- now it sings, harmonizing with his soul, giving his entire being to the man before him.

Despite being the taller of the two, Buck leans down so he can rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder. The other man strokes his sides up and down in a soothing motion.

“This is nice.” He whispers, muffled by Eddie’s sweater. Eddie hums in agreement.

“The song’s over.” Eddie says after a moment, he doesn’t stop swaying however. Buck just nods, aware of the quiet, aware of the only light in the room being the oven light.

A kiss is planted on his hair, lips lingering just a beat too long, but also not long enough.

“I’m pretty sure you’re falling asleep on me.” The brunet tells him the words close to Buck's ear.

“You’re the one who wanted to dance this late.” Buck scolds, his voice too happy for it to work.

“Mmm. Sorry, next time I’ll remember that you’re old now. Can’t have you staying up past your bedtime.” Buck scoffs, kicking Eddie in the shin. Eddie laughs, biting his lip to keep from being too loud.

Buck pulls back to look at him, to stare at this ridiculous man who wanted to dance ‘just cause’.

In this peaceful house that has become Buck’s home over the years, Buck feels brave. He wants to spill his heart, his brain out, for Eddie.

Wants to tell him that he began falling in love after the earthquake, never admitting it to himself, until Eddie was trapped in a well, leaving Buck to desperately claw through the ground to him.

He wants to tell him how he feels incomplete without him. A person missing a fundamental part of themself.

He wants to tell Eddie everything, but for now, he will start simple.

“I love you.” The words a confession, a fact, the truth. Always the truth.

“I know.” Eddie says, his teeth poking out. Buck pokes him in the ribs.

“I love you too. Although I’d love you more if you stopped stepping on my toes, and went to bed with me.” Buck stares, admiring Eddie in the darkness. Even though he can’t see much, Eddie is still the most beautiful person Buck has ever met.

“I warned you!” Buck whisper-yells, Eddie just huffs out a laugh shaking his head. Unspoken words are communicated through looks. They know one another, they know what’s coming next. Even if it’s terrifying, and difficult, they will always have each other.

Eddie drags them both to his bedroom. His hand never leaving Buck's.

(the song they’re dancing to is the readers choice :] )

#buddie fic #buddie #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #911 fanfic #tv: 911 #fic #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #fanfic #comfortober

[autobot2001]

Day 4: Safe With Me

Angstober; "I want to believe you." Whumpober; shock AI-lesstober; betrayal, lying OC-tober; Waking up from a nightmare. Flufftober; have your charecters share the last table at a café Comfortober; warmth ( this is fitting for Autobot Mirage being a spy, but I don't have an OC in mind yet, so using person A & B. Some details will be changed when I get to writing the story, but it'll be mostly the same).

Person A walks into a café they like to visit. They made it in time as there was only one table available. They order their usual, hoping to enjoy a little break. Everything is fine for ten minutes until someone else walks into the café. Now, there are no empty tables. They're carrying a laptop bag. Person A believes this person came to do with while eating their lunch. "Excuse me," person A calls out, "you can sit with me." The person accepts the offer and goes to the counter to order.

"Thank you," the person says as they sit at the table, "I have much work to do. It's too noisy at home, and I'd rather avoid my boss until this is done. My name is person B." "Person A." Person A is happy that person B went right to working rather than talking about their work, which would end with asking person A what they do. Person A stays for a half-hour before leaving.

The two thought they'd never see each other, but they ended up simultaneously at the cafe. Every time the café is packed, the two share a table. Friday is a bit different. Person B doesn't have work to do. Person A isn't bothered that person B planned to come to talk to them. It's strange in the world of making friends on social media, but the two welcome the old-fashioned approach. They talk about everything but their jobs. Which person A is relieved about. Hoping person B never asks what their job is.

The two plan their lunch breaks the best they can to meet at the café and talk. This continues for a month before Person A asks if Person B wants to go out for dinner. They say it's a change of scenery but add this will be after they return from a work trip that they can't talk about.

Person B is curious as to what person A does for work. They discover person A has a lot of late nights and they have unexpected business trips, but this isn't a big issue.

Even months later, the two confess their love for each other. Person B knows most would call it a major red flag, not knowing what their partner does for work. They do question why person A won't say anything. Even if they're allowed to know where person A lives. "I've been thinking," person A begins as the two sit on the couch, "maybe you should know what I do for work, but I'm worried that I'm putting you in danger," this concerns person B, "I'm a spy. If my targets find out, we're together… you know, but I can't take not telling you." "It's ok," person B assures them and hugs person B, "I love you and will have to accept things are a little different. Like how you go on sudden business trips a lot." The two have their first kiss. "Stay the night with me?" Person A asks, "I mean to sleep unless you're ready to have some fun." "No, I'm not ready for that, but six months is long enough to stay the night with you and, yes, in the same bed. "I can respect that." The night is like any other in-home date night until it's time for bed.

Peron B wakes up, chained to the wall. They don't remember what happened before they were knocked out or who'd do this. They can't believe their eyes as they see person A approach them. "You are so easy to trick. You have been my target all along," Person A explains, "but instead of turning you in to the FBI, I've been paid to kill you. First, a little torture." Person B sees all the torture tools Person A has.

Person A wakes up startled by Person B screaming. "Person B, you're safe." "Don't hurt me!" "I'm not going to hurt you." Do they think they can't get away? Person A questions. "You lied to me to arrest me but wanted to torture me." Ok, this is good. They're telling me about their nightmare. Person A thinks. "You work for an IT company. How can I be targeting you?" "I want to believe you…." Even with their confusion, person B accepts Person A's hug. Person A realizes the nightmare was terrifying enough to cause Person B to go into shock. I don't know how likely this is, but there's no other explanation. Person A believes. I need to calm them down. "You're safe; I'm not going to hurt you." Person A hopes they can get person B to calm down. Uncertain if they'll need to call 911 if they can't get person B to calm down.

It's a long few minutes until person B calms down. "There you go. You're safe, I'm not going to hurt you," person A assures person B, "I love you. I know my job is dangerous, but I'll protect you." Person A isn't sure if person B will easily go back to sleep. They carry them bridal style down to the living room with the blanket from the bed.

"We'll chill here," Person A says as they set Person B on the couch and start the electric fire. They sit next to person B, who leans on them, "you know what? Let's lie on the couch." Person B lies on person A, feeling the earth from their body. Though the couch isn't the most comfortable, person A doesn't mind if the two end up falling asleep on the couch. They worry about person B feeling safe being with them. Hoping they never have the nightmare they had again.

#ai less whumptober #comfortober #flufftober #angstober #whumptober #october #whumptober 2023 #ailesswhumptober2023 #flufftober 2023 #day 4 #nightmare #betrayal #lying #character A #character B #meeting at a cafe

[a-sweeter-solarsystem]

Day 27!!

#i wanted some glint content leave me alone #glint is my SON #destiny 2 #destiny oc #destiny guardian oc #destiny glint #destiny fanfiction #fanfiction #oc #original character #whumptober 2023 #whumptober #comfortober #go back to work lukas

[useful-story-prompts]

Free Writing Prompt #6

All prompts are free to use word-for-word, in part, or as inspiration. Credit is not necessary, but appreciated. Reblogs help this blog to grow!

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‘When a professional Cuddle Café opened up near your place, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to apply for a job. The 9-to-5 office grind wasn’t your style, and you liked the idea of handing out hugs to pay your bills.

To your surprise, a few days after you applied, they emailed back and asked you for more details about yourself, then a few days later you got the job.

“I’m still in shock,” you admitted on your very first day, laughing with the café owner as she showed you around your new workplace. “I haven’t got any experience for this.”

“Experience isn’t everything, dear,” said the owner, her gentle smile filling you with confidence. She stopped beside a spacious booth filled with blankets, cushions, and stuffed animals, with high walls on three sides and a soft-padded floor. “These are the booths we use for walk-ins and casual pay-by-the-minute visitors. Typically you’ll spend most of your shift here, but you can serve food and drink behind the counter if you want a break from the touchy-feely side of the job.”

She ushered you just further on, to a wall with three doors. Each had a large glass panel, with a drawstring blind for privacy on the inside.

“We use these rooms for visitors who book in advance.” She opened a door to let you see inside. The room beyond felt far cosier than the booths. There was a large, comfortable-looking couch, a stereo, a table and two chairs, and a plush double-bed, piled high with all things soft. “If they’re available, we also encourage you to use these rooms with regular visitors if they seem particularly troubled. They’ll find it easier to relax away from the rest of the café.”

She stepped inside, then pointed to a black button on the wall beside the bed.

“Press that if your visitor wants anything to eat or drink. It’s an intercom, so just order and we’ll bring it over. Got everything so far?”

“Pretty much,” you said, taking in the cosiness of the room. It smelled warm and inviting, like someone had pumped the scent of fresh linen in by the gallon.

“Wonderful. The final thing then,” she said, turning to point at three large, red buttons. One was by the bed, another by the couch, and a third by the stereo.

“Emergency alarms. This place is a Safe For Work environment. We keep the rules strict to protect you, but if someone starts getting inappropriate and you feel uncomfortable, hit any of these and it’ll alert us. We’ll unlock the door from the outside, get you to safety and if needs be, report the visitor to the authorities. This isn’t a brothel, and no one gets away with trying to treat it as such.”

The sudden seriousness of her face made you pause, wondering how often things like that truly happened, but you did feel easier knowing there were measures in place to keep you safe. You would be lying to say you hadn’t wondered about that exact scenario: letches sneaking in under false pretences to cop a feel, or much worse.

Perhaps the worry had slipped onto your face, because the owner patted you on the shoulder with a reassuring expression.

“We’ve only ever had a few instances of that happening, and they were all intercepted before things got out of hand, so please don’t worry. You’re safe. Though if you’re uncomfortable using the backrooms, you don’t have to.”

You felt better knowing you weren’t about to lose your job for staying clear of the private rooms, but you weren’t ready to swear off them yet. They looked nicer, and you did prefer the idea of somewhere more secluded if you were going to cuddle strangers, but you supposed you would have to see how everything went as time went on.

“Any questions?” asked the owner finally, leading you back into the main section of the café. You shook your head, seeing another worker flipping the front door sign from ‘closed’ to ‘open’.

“Nope. I think I’m good to go.” ’

#writing prompts #how to start a story #comfort fics #cuddle cafe #story prompts #comfortober #reader insert #x reader #x you #x y/n #x f/o #romance #slice of life #story ideas #anime #bnha #supernatural #MCU

[ghost-art-evan]

Comfortober

It may Be the end of the month of October but that wont stop me from making a challange for myself and others if you want to partisipate!

Theme is comfort characters. Draw your comfort characters thu the month! Go as fast or slow as you want to. No limit to days. Have fun and relax. Draw that self indulgent art!

My list of characters includes those under the cut

Darkiplier

Springtrap (FNAF)

Antisepticeye

Wilford Warfstache

Skull kid (Majoras mask)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Laurie Strode (Halloween)

Foxy (any ver) (FNAF)

Lucas (Mother 3)

Ness (Earthbound)

Link (Legend of zelda)

Lunagaron (Monster Hunter)

Gore Magala (Monster Hunter)

Sprigatito (Pokemon)

Tyler Durden (Fight Club)

JD (Heathers)

Stefon (SNL)

Snivy line (Pokemon)

Reshiram (Pokemon)

Kenny McCormick (South Park)

Espinas (Monster Hunter)

Crowley + Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Blurryface (Twenty One Pilots)

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Raymond (Animal Crossing)

Steve (Minecraft)

Enderman (Minecraft)

Madotsuki (Yume Nikki)

Sans (Undertale)

Zim (Invader Zim)

YOUR LIST CAN BE SHORTER OR LONGER do what you want to do! If you only do a few thats cool if you do your whole list thats cool!

I came up with this idea so that i can give myself more practice but also be comfterable. Whats more comfortable than comfort characters!

Again this is a kpen make your own prompt list with the theme or comfort characters!

Have fun if you choose to join!

Please tag me (@ghost-art-evan ) i want to see your comfy friends!

#comfort character #monthly challenge #comfortober #comfortober 2023 #art challenge #art practice #prompt list #favorite characters

[janirah]

Look, Stanley, it's a fern, you need to carefully straighten its roots…

What? Yes! It's comfortober, my dudes!

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #half life parable #comfortober 2023

[woso-fan13]

Comfortober 2023: 3 (Arsenal)

3. Leaves Changing

The changing leaves only meant one thing- autumn was arriving. The season was bittersweet this year. It has always been your favorite season- thanksgiving being your favorite holiday, but being away from home puts a damper on your spirits. As you watched the fallen leaves tumble in the wind, you couldn’t help but long for home. 

This was your first year in London, and the excitement of playing for Arsenal had yet to wear off. It was the greatest thing to happen to you and you loved all of your teammates dearly.

But you were in London. Your family was back in the US. You had talked to them for a while this morning, but the conversation was cut short by a pot boiling over and a frantic goodbye from your mother. No doubt she was stressed about making the perfect meal. 

Now, you were alone in your apartment. You couldn’t think of much to be thankful for at that moment. While your father was getting everything ready to carve the turkey, you would be eating a spoonful of peanut butter and calling it dinner. 

Luckily, an urgent knocking on your door pulls you from your pity party. You want to ignore it and pretend you’re not home, but some nagging part of your brain insists you open it. 

As soon as you pull the door open, Katie pushes past you carrying a large pan. 

“Took you long enough, didn’t it? I was burning my fingers waiting for you to open this door,” she exclaims as she hurries to the kitchen. 

Looking back out the door, you see a few more of your Arsenal teammates. They’re all holding dishes and pans, eagerly waiting to put them down. You invite them all inside, moving to shut the door behind them and investigate what’s going on. Leah stops you.

“I’d just leave that propped open if I were you. Save yourself a couple trips when the others arrive.”

This confuses you even more. Who else was coming? Why were some of your teammates here in the first place? 

Before you could question it though, the door was pushed open as more of your friends invited themselves into your home. They greet you eagerly, also moving to the kitchen. You follow them. 

Inside, a group of girls have opened a few bottles of fine and are passing glasses around. Food is stacked on the countertop, an eclectic array of colorful dishes. A glass is passed into your hand as soon as your body is fully in the room. 

“Guys?” you ask, gaining their attention, “not that I don’t love you all, but what are you doing here?”

It’s Leah who answers, looking similarly confused, “did we get the date wrong? I thought it was today?”

“What date, what are you trying to do?”

“It’s Thanksgiving, isn’t it? We’re trying to celebrate.”

And suddenly, you had so much to be thankful for. 

#woso imagine #womens soccer #woso imagines #reader insert #woso x reader #woso #woso soccer #woso fanfics #woso community #arsenal women #arsenalwfc #arsenal wfc #awfc #arsenal x reader

[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

[michiviv]

comfortember, prompt: safe & anxiety

synopsis: the reader doesn’t feel safe at the party anymore.

pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x genderneutral! reader

warnings: mentions/descriptions of anxiety, introverted reader, reader drinks, invasion of personal space, intrusive questions, eijiro calls reader pretty, reader calls Kirishima eiji, college au, reader picks at their skin

notes: divider by @/cafekitsune. i don't think i did the safe prompt very well but yolo. i might be projecting how i wish i was treated.

word count: 880

when your boyfriend, Kirishima, invited you to come with him to a party, probably for the third time in your entire relationship, you said yes. on any other day, you wouldn't have agreed to be here. yet here you were… working to “put yourself out there” as your therapist would call it. it was going great… for the first hour.

the second hour in, the music is drilling itself into your ears, and the beat of the music you can feel it reverberating in your spine- hell your entire body. you thought that maybe a few drinks would make you feel better yet (unsurprisingly) it had the opposite effect. the voices blending into a cacophony, they were yelling and talking and screaming song lyrics they probably didn't know.

“i’ll be back, i have to go pee.” kirishima left you alone in a crowd of people, his hand resting on your shoulder until he physically no longer could. you insistently tap on the cup with your finger waiting impatiently for him to come back.

“hey, what happened to your boyfriend?” a guy asked, leaning into your ear. instinctively you moved away from him, sparing him only a glance. you hummed a nonchalant response, attempting to move away from him.

the unease within you started to grow, and it only deepened with each question he asked. "Do you trust him completely?” the world seemed to pause as his words pierced the air, the music momentarily hushing, leaving only his voice. Your brows furrowed in confusion and apprehension. Who was he to assume anything about you and Kirishima? A surge of panic swept over you. Why hadn't Kirishima returned from the bathroom yet?

“he doesn’t seem very attentive to you.” the stranger emphasized, stressing the word ‘you’. “he just leaves you like that? personally, I wouldn’t do that.” he told you. you took a shaky breath, the music returning and deafening you. you scanned the crowd for any sign of Kirishima or his bright red hair. tuning out his questions. biting your lip you prayed for his return, and like a guardian angel he came back.

"Hey, pretty," Kirishima murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist and planting a protective kiss on your head. "Who's this?" His voice carried a note of displeasure, almost possessiveness, as he addressed the stranger.

the guy chuckled in response, “Seems like he’s finally attentive, have a good night.” he then left, leaving you with a sigh of relief.

“want to go home, pretty?” Kirishima asked, without hesitation you nodded. He rested his hand on your shoulder and led you out, throwing the cup you had in your hands away. It was a quiet walk to the apartment and all that you could think about was the guy at the party and how he set off your unease and more specifically: his questions. you’ve never had any reason to believe eiji would ever be unfaithful… but what if?

“did you have fun at the party?” what if him going to the bathroom was a front? what if he was talking to another girl, were his hands wet? Your mind raced, contemplating possibilities you had never before considered.

“are you okay, pretty? you seem like you’re thinkin’ about something?” eiji asked, rubbing soothing circles on your back, bringing you back into reality.

“oh, yeah… that- guy just made me uncomfortable,” you confessed to him. it was half of the truth, a little embarrassed to admit that he had caused copious amounts of anxiety and perhaps even planted a seed of doubt.

“what did he say to you?” eiji asked, opening the door to the apartment and waiting for you to walk inside before following behind you and closing the door.

“he… he told me that you weren’t very attentive to me and asked me if i trusted you.” you told him, your voice low as you sunk into the couch, picking at the skin around your nails.

Kirishima frowned, his eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and protective resolve. He reached out, gently taking your hand in his, silently conveying his support and understanding. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that," he murmured, his voice laced with empathy. "You know how much you mean to me, right?”

you took a second to respond, only nodding before he continued to speak. "I would never want you to doubt my commitment to you, I care about you more than anything, and I'm always here for you. You can trust me, always.”

his voice carried such sincerity that whatever doubt you once had was quickly wiped clean. his heartfelt reassurance served as a soothing balm, gradually quieting the tumult of anxiety that the stranger's words had incited.

"I don't want anyone to make you feel this way," he added, gently wiping the tears that had started to spill with his calloused thumb. "You mean everything to me, and I'll always do my best to make sure you feel safe and cherished. I love you”

“i love you too, eiji.” with that he engulfed you into his usual bear hugs, enveloping you entirely in those big muscly arms of his.

“if anyone ever says anything like that ill beat them up.” eiji claimed, pulling away momentarily

“eiji- no!”

“i’m just saying..”

#fluff #comfort #comfortober #mha #bnha #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima x reader #mha comfortober #gender neutral reader #gn reader #no y/n #college au #kirishima fluff #mha drabbles #kirishima scenario

[broken-clover]

2- Stars

Technically this one was gonna be for a different fandom, but 80% of the way through I thought it didn't fit the theme well enough and relocated it. Despite it being a little more spur-of-the-moment, I'm still happy with how this one turned out!

Today's is a little fluffy date piece with Giovanna and Ramlethal. Please note that while I intend to make the usage of constellations as realistic as possible, with how hemispheres work and where different easy-to-see nebulae are located I ended up taking a bit of artistic liberties. A little ironic, since I've got a whole headcanon about Giovanna being autistic about space. Oh well...

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“There. It’s riiiight…”

Ramlethal felt the hand around her wrist direct her finger westward until it was pointed at a cluster of spots.

“There. That’s the Carina Nebula. It’s one of the easier ones to see, so it’s a good spot to start with.”

If she squinted into the night sky, she could swear there was a tiny hint of red between the whitish dots. “That’s it up there? Wow…”

“Pretty view, huh? Told ya that Illyria’s got too many lights to see the really good stuff.”

Of course, Ram was half-sure that part of the reason she’d been invited to a scenic hilltop at night was as a dramatic romantic gesture, but Giovanna wasn’t wrong in that regard, either. She hadn’t been aware of the sheer amount of color that was visible in the night sky.

“So what’s in it?”

“‘What’s in it?’ Geez, Ram, what isn’t in it?” An elbow playfully nudged her in the side. “It’s got a whole bunch of open clusters, it’s got the most luminous star in the Milky Way, and it’s got these things called Wolf-Rayet stars in ‘em, so that probably speaks for itself why I like looking at it.”

Ram laughed, and Rei perked up, unsure if the mention of wolves involved her or not. She lowered her head again with a huff, and Giovanna scratched her between the ears. She ducked back under the legs of her telescope, delicately twisting the knobs and slightly moving the position. “I’m gonna scoot over a little, there’s another one that looks really good through the scope.”

While her girlfriend worked, Ram looked back up at the sky. She had already lost track of where she’d been directed to before, but any part of the sky was nice. After a few casual outings, she knew enough to spot a few patterns. The summer triangle, Aquila and Cygnus branched off from it, Sagittarius. She still wasn’t quite sure that they looked like swans and people and snakes and horse-men, but it was easy to get swept up in Giovanna’s excitement when she showed them all off.

“I know they’re big,” Ram said. “I know they only look so small because they’re so far away. But it still feels like I could pluck a few out with my fingers and hand them to you.”

“Heh! Well, then we’d have a biiiig problem, because now there’s a giant ball of plasma burning everything.”

“I’d do it anyway. If you asked me to.” She replied, only for her face to scrunch as she broke out into more laughter. “I’m sorry, that was very corny.”

“Very. But I like corny. Speaking of…”

Giovanna gestured for her to approach, still staring into the scope. The Valentine squeezed in close. “What are we looking at?”

“Here, put your eye up to the lens.” Gio took a step back, allowing the other to take her place. “Don’t jostle it too much. You see that big glowing spot? That’s the ring nebula.”

There was something round and bluish right off-center in the telescope’s view. “It’s shaped differently from the other one.”

“Yep! That one’s made of an old star that’s breaking down. It’s changing into a white dwarf and dumping old parts of itself all over while it does.”

“So…that one’s dying?”

“All of ‘em do, after enough millions of years,” she nodded. “But all the stuff they shed flies around space and ends up making new ones.”

Ram went quiet for a moment, thinking to herself. “You don’t think that’s sad?”

“Sad? Maybe a little.” Giovanna sat back on the hillside. “I think it’s cool. Every star’s made of pieces of old ones. Sometimes they make other stuff. Y’know, all the stuff on earth originally came from space. Plants and rocks and water ‘n all that. People too. We’ve all got little pieces of space in us.”

Ramlethal continued staring through the telescope. She wondered how far away the stars had to be. She wondered how bright it had to be in order to be seen from so far away.

“I wasn’t made the way humans were. Are there still pieces of space in me, too?”

“Probably.”

It wasn't a very convincing answer. She continued to look. Behind her, she could hear both Giovanna and Rei moving around.

“Hey. Ram. Look at me real quick.”

Reluctantly, she did, and as soon as she turned, there was something warm against her face. The suddenness made it difficult to process, and as soon as she tried, something else wet slobbered along her arm.

“Rei, down!” Giovanna stepped back from the kiss to lecture the dog. “I had a moment going! I was gonna- augh…” She put a hand over her face. I was gonna do a thing where I went ‘well here, you can have a little of mine,’ but now the whole thing just feels weird.”

It was a little weird, but Ram thought it was weird in a good way. “I like that you tried.”

“I just didn’t want this whole thing to end up bumming you out.”

She nodded. “I get it. But I’m having fun. I like spending time with you.”

The two of them sat down together, using Rei as a pillow and watching the stars as they continued to twinkle.

“Can I ask you a question, Giovanna?”

“Eh? Yeah, always. What’s up?”

“Why was the ring nebula corny? I’m still confused.”

The woman was silent for a moment, then snickered to herself. “It’s- y’know what? Let’s wait a couple years ‘n come back to it.”

“It’s going to take me that long to figure it out?”

“Nah, it’s just that with how much I paid, it’s gonna take me a while to save up.”

“...I still don’t get it…”

“Heh. Ask your sister.”

#Frog Writes #Comfortober #guilty gear #giovanna #ramlethal valentine #gioram

[creative-caramel-coffee]

EVENTS MASTERLIST

Angstpril

2024

AUgust

2024 (maybe coming soon)

Sictember

2023

2024 (coming soon)

Whumptober

2024 (maybe coming soon)

Comfortober

2024 (maybe coming soon)

#masterlist #whumptober #marvel #fanfic #whump #sicfic #sictember #comfort #fluff #illness #sick r #events #writing events #fanfiction #star trek #wednesday

[faroreskiss]

Kinda tempted to do Kinktober or Comfortober (Flufftober?) but my tendencies seem to be full blown Whumptober instead lmao. Don't think I can do any of the 'challenges' I guess. RIP

#farie rambles #linked universe x reader #zelda fandom #the legend of zelda