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Comfy-vember 2025 - Prompt lists

PROMPT OF THE MONTH:

Talking at night – Hug from behind

"Thank you."

Song: "You'll Be In My Heart" by Phil Collins

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WEEKLY PROMPTS:

Week 1:

Long walk – Protective instincts

"I know you do."

Week 2:

Ugly crying – Pick-a-back ride

"I just wish you would have told me

Week 3:

Noisy party – Bear hug

"I made it for you."

Week 4:

Bandages – Fuzzy socks

"Just stay with me?"

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DAILY PROMPTS:

Day 1: Sunrise

Day 2: Anniversary

Day 3: Smell of home

Day 4: Sleeping on the couch

Day 5: Cool cloth

Day 6: Heartfelt letter

Day 7: Adopted pet

Day 8: Blue sky

Day 9: Sharing secrets

Day 10: Cutting hair

Day 11: Starry night

Day 12: Shelter

Day 13: Hot drink

Day 14: Surprise party

Day 15: Favourite TV show

Day 16: Talking at night

Day 17: Used bookshop

Day 18: Old shirt

Day 19: New tradition

Day 20: Full stomach

Day 21: Sweet dreams

Day 22: Heartbeat

Day 23: Hug from behind

Day 24: Snow/beach day

Day 25: Music on the radio

Day 26: Surprise reunion

Day 27: Forehead touch

Day 28: Washing dishes together

Day 29: Pain relief

Day 30: Homemade cake

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Comfy-vember Day 10

Prompt - Cutting hair

@comfy-vember

more from Erik Mikaelson, a softer moment as children

Erik(and Freya)- 9

Finn- 8

Elijah- 3 almost 4

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Erik loved his siblings, adored his little brothers but at this moment he wished they could sit still, Elijah could be excused he was a toddler and was far more used to being the one in Erik’s lap when he was cutting any hair.

Finn however should know better.

“Are you sure you know what you're doing?” Finn asked again twisting to look at him just as Erik had managed to straighten his hair messing it up again.

He took a breath, splitting his attention between them as Elijah started to wander way towards the door. It was winter, Elijah’s 4th birthday was weeks away, the last thing he wanted was his littlest brother to catch a chill as he was prone to, when they were due to celebrate him surviving another year.

“Yes,” he answered Finn, “I cut my own and Elijah’s when it started getting tangled when I brushed it.” He hadn't needed to cut Finn’s before because mother noticed when Finn’s grew too long unlike Elijah’s but mother's news of her pregnancy had caused Finn to come to him.

Erik just hoped mother could love this new baby, the way she hadn’t Elijah, Erik could understand the lost of Freya hurting her but Freya would never have wanted Elijah- their baby Elijah, she had called him days before being stolen from Erik’s side.

Besides it wasn’t like Mother hadn’t known what was coming, a bitter part of him reminded him, the anger at losing his other half never fading and had only grown stronger as he and Finn were pulled into lying to father about Freya and every time he returned home from gathering firewood and food to find Finn caring for Elijah instead of her.

“Elijah” he called as the toddler reached for the door, Elijah froze at him, whipping his head around with wide eyes “would you be a good boy and sit in our brother's lap” he asked, smiling and Elijah nodded and started to return, “he's going to give you a big hug while I cut his hair.”

“What?” Finn squawked,looking away from Erik to the approaching Elijah “wait-”

“You can't sit still,” Erik cut him off, using the fact Finn was once again looking away to straighten his hair. “cuddling Elijah will keep you from fiddling.”

“Hug?” Elijah asked quietly, standing in front of them, tiny hand fiddling with his tunic, Finn's arms were in the way preventing Elijah taking his place in Finn’s lap. 

Erik tried not to compare Elijah’s shyness to Finn at that age, who had no problem pulling arms and things out of the way of either his or Freya’s laps to claim the place, or the possible reason why, Father rarely home, Mother home but rarely there at least when it came to Elijah, both still caught up in Freya’s absence to notice or remember the children they still had. 

Erik had tried but he couldn’t fill the void of all of them for Elijah, didn’t mean he would ever stop though.

“Well, Elijah did his part, Finn.” he prompted, getting a heavy sigh from his brother before he moved his arms and Elijah beamed and climbed into his lap,wasting no time in snuggling into Finn’s chest, little arms attempting to wrap around him.

Erik poked the hilt of his knife into Finn’s shoulder to get him to return the hug before he could finally start cutting the hair he had sat down, what felt like hours ago to do.

He was only halfway though when Finn made a noise and pulled him out of his focus. 

“Oh!” it was soft and surprised, something Erik couldn’t understand what had triggered it just sitting in from of him

“What's wrong Finn?” he asked,

“Nothing,” Finn muttered, until he spoke again, “he's got mama eyes I thought he'd have-”

“The bad lady, no.” Erik finished for him. That woman’s face was scarred in his mind as she took his other half and while Elijah did favour her in his dark hair and likely sharper face than both mother and father, there was only one person in their family that had her cool blue-grey eyes,

Himself.   

The conversation died away as it always did when that woman- their aunt was brought up and Erik returned to finishing and neatening his brother’s now shorter hair, having cut away the dead and thinning ends.

“You can let go of him now I've finished.” he announced as he wiped his knife and returned it to the belt that father had given him on his last birthday.

“I can't.” Fin told him, in a hushed tone.

“What do you m-” the question vanished as he stood and looked down to find Elijah sleeping against Finn's chest thumb half in his mouth.

“Want me to help put him to bed?” he asked, preparing to carefully take ELijah from him.

“No.” Finn said, surprising him, “I can do it, just help me up.” Finn held out an arm to Erik, the other more securely curling around Elijah.

Erik did as asked, helping Finn up, Elijah grumbled slightly at the move but didn’t wake instead attempting snuggling closer to Finn. He followed Finn towards the direction of their sleeping furs, a smiling wider as Finn calmed Elijah softly.

[miyazmm]

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Additional Tags: Comfy-Vember 2025, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Reunions, Fix-It, Canon Divergence - Movie: Avengers: Endgame (2019), Fix-It for Movie: Avengers: Endgame (2019), Tony Stark Lives, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Tony Stark's Snap Doesn't Happen (Marvel) Series: Part 1 of Comfy-Vember 2025 | Marvel Summary:

Nonetheless, when Tony's gaze finally meets Peter's, it's affection that Peter sees in his expression, eyes glowing with silent admiration and something Peter can't quite name. He's looking at him as if he's a miracle come true, and Peter savours it with delight. Tony smiles at him, bright, corners of his lips twitching, looking like a man that found peace. "Hi," he says. Peter laughs abruptly, short and startled. Five years. "Hi."

-- Day 1: Sunrise.

[ghostmoon1]

Day Nineteen - Putting on Ointment

Ghost x Soap

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Gonna try and finish these, I stopped writing while my Tumblr account was terminated cause it took quite a toll on my mental. But I'm back and gonna finish these as best as I can! This si taking longer than I wanted, so it might be a bit slow still but I'll try. School's getting tough

CW: Mentions of injury, blood, Simon is stubborn asf

Words: 1,099

“Simon, sit yer ass down,” Johnny huffs from his place in the chair sat next to the hospital bed. “Just because you ain’t injured enough to be on bed rest, doesn’t mean yer gonna’ ignore the treatment.”

Simon, who was pacing around the room huffs in annoyance. His arms were crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face, visible through the mask even. The gash on his arm was visible through the gauze, dried blood surrounding it after he refused for it to be cleaned fully. His excuse was that he didn’t need it, he wouldn’t die from a scratch. Even if it was far more than a scratch. 

“Don't need it, it’ll heal by itself,” Simon mutters. He continued to pace the room, the sound of his boots a never-ending soft thud against the cold, hard floors.

Johnny sighed and played with the tub of anaesthetic cream in his hands, rolling it between his palms in slight annoyance. “And what are yer gonna do if it gets infected?” Johnny mutters with growing annoyance. 

He watches Simon pause his pacing and tense. He knew he was right, but he was too damn stubborn to acknowledge he was. “I’ll clean it later.”

Johnny raises a brow at him. He knew his words were nothing but bullshit, he was just putting it off. He was usually good with this sort of stuff, but he was agitated at the moment, he didn’t want to sit still. “Y’know that's a lie. Let me do it for you then you won’t need to worry about it later. Least you don’t gotta worry about the nurses when I’m here.”

Simon huffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, you’ll scare them away.”

“Mate, I think it’s you that scares them away.” He pauses and watches how he struggles to even move his arm, the roughly wrapped bandage making it a struggle. His heart lept to his throat as he studied the dried blood and the new blood still slowly oozing out and staining the bandage. He sighed, knowing it was probably a lost cause to be arguing about this, but he knew he had to try. “C’mon Si, just let me. Y’know I’ll be gentle.”

Simon tenses slightly as he listens to Johnny’s plea. He knew he had to. He was being as stubborn as a mule right now, but he didn’t want to let himself be so vulnerable. He was Ghost, Ghost was big, strong and scary. He didn’t ask for help, he grit his teeth and pushed through whatever the horrors of his job threw at them. He didn’t want to break that wall down to be vulnerable. That was something that scared him, that’s how you hurt yourself more when those walls crumble. He was afraid Johnny was already pulling them down around him, and he didn’t even need to do anything to do so.

He reluctantly moves back to the cot to sit on the edge of it, placing his arm on his lap so Johnny has easier access to it. “Fine… just get it over and done with.”

Johnny hums softly in victory, moving the chair closer so he can have a better look at the wound. His eyebrows knit together as he focuses, his fingers gently moving the bandage to check if it is stuck on the wound. He winces as Simon hisses in pain. “Sorry, just need to get it off. If yer let me clean it earlier…”

Simon grunts and moves his arm, but has it pulled right back to his lap by Johnny. It was too late to escape now. He watches as Johnny’s hands move slowly and carefully, managing to start unravelling the bandage. He grimaces as he notices just how much blood has soaked through. 

“Really should’ve let me do this earlier…” he mutters again, his eyes trained on the bandage as he works it off.

“Shut up,” Simon replies, although there is no bite to his words. If anything, his words were laced with guilt more than anything. He gasps slightly as Johnny gets to the last part of the bandage, slowly peeling it away from the wound. The dried blood and scabbing come with it, making them both wince. 

He throws the bandage away, grabs a cloth and dabs the wound down with some water to clean the area up a bit. “You’re doing well… it’s alright…” he mutters under his breath as he focuses on cleaning the wound.

Simon grits his teeth as pain shoots through his arm, trying to deal with it as much as he can. He reaches out with his good arm, grabbing onto Johnny’s arm in an attempt to ground himself. Johnny smiles and lets him grip his arm as tightly as he needs to deal with the pain. Once he finishes with the bloodied cloth, dabbing away the blood that he drew to the surface with the scabs gone he picks the ointment back up and unscrews the lid.

He takes a dollop onto his fingers, letting the ointment coat them well. He rubbed them together slightly before carefully dabbing it onto the wound, trying to cause as little pain as possible. “Yer doing well… just this then I’ll wrap it up again.”

Simon nods, trying to stay still as the cold ointment coats his wound. He watches Johnny's face screw up in concentration, the way his brows knit together and his eyes narrow. He adores the way he presses his lips together, wanting nothing more to run his thumb along his jawline and lips and savour the way he feels.

Johnny hums at his accomplishment as he finishes applying the ointment, wiping it off on his pants and screwing the lid back on. He picks up a new roll of bandages, taking the end and pressing it against his arm to start wrapping it. He hums to himself as he slowly and gently wraps the bandage around his arm, trying not to tie it too tight. “This feel okay?” he murmurs, his eyes darting up to check on Simon for a moment.

Simon grunts softly in response and nods, movinghis arm slightly to get a better feel of the bandage. “Yeah, thats okay.”

Johnny nods and continues to wrapp the bandage until the whole wound is dressed neatly. He ties it off and gently brushed his fingers against it. “Gotta be more careful, Si.”

Simon hums softly, meeting Johnny’s eyes for a moment. “I got you to look after me, don’t I?”

He huffs slightly, slipping his hand into his and squeezing. “Yeah, you do.”

[elatimeie]

𝓝𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒

KILLUA & GON | sharing secrets (9th nov)

WARNINGS. nightmares, slight mention of killua’s background (he dreams of his torture but it’s not descriptive at all), english isn’t my first language, lowercase intended, not proofread

AUTHOR’S NOTE. gon and killua…i could write a whole book about them only. they’re so dear to me :( mm not quite proud about this tho…idk

WORD COUNT. 374 words

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gon always wondered how killua could be so… cold all the time. he looked happy of course, but it was so obviously a lie, and there was this distance that never quite disappeared. killua laughed but never cried, he listened to gon talk about his life before the hunter exam but never talked about his own… a lot of things that pieced together, hinted at the fact killua was really secretive and that perhaps gon didn’t know as much as he thought about his friend.

he was secretive in a way only a boy who went through too much could be. gon wanted to help killua, to remind his best friend he was not alone anymore. but he also knew killua would come when he needed. like a wild cat, approaching killua too soon would only result to more distance.

killua opened up one night, when he woke up sweaty and teary from a nightmare. gon was already there, looking at him with eyes full of worry. he stayed silent, waiting to see if killua would curse him out or invite him in. what he didn't expect was for killua to cry. it stared slowly. only a few tears at first, and killua who was biting his bottom lip so hard he drew blood. then, the first sobs. gon took a step forward and sat slowly next to his friend. the bed dipped under his weight, and killua took him in his arms before he could really realise what was happening.

they stayed like that for a while, killua crying on gon's shoulder and gon trying his hardest not to ask questions. when killua's sobs subsided he started talking. at first he explained the nightmare, a reminiscence of the torture he lived with his family. then, he let gon in a bit more. he shared some memories, tiny secrets he carried with him all the time. gon realised quickly they were never loving memories. he wondered if killua has ever felt the warmth of a mother's hug. probably not.

killua wasn't the joyous kid gon was, he was sure of that. gon was the sun — warm and shiny and burning. the sun burned for the whole galaxy, and gon would gladly burn for killua.

sunfaerys™ ╱ november 25 ❜୧ don’t repost, copy, or feed my work into ai.

[kyberinfinitygems]

Of Hair Salons and Sisterhood (AO3 Link)

Summary: Natasha takes Andi out to get a haircut, and they have some much-needed time to get to know each other more. (Comfyvember Day 10: Cutting Hair)

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Comfyvember, Day One: Sunrise

[(Wini)Fred Mikaelson] I've been trying to actually write to post for a small set of OCs that I actually feel confident and want to post. So heres a late Day One of @comfy-vember .

Their Sunrise

{10th Century}

Winifred and Elijah were laying under starlight, it was the night before the birthday. They'd created the small routine for themselves when they were around ten and it was now their sixteenth year, the sixth time they'd done this. Waking in the dead of the night to talk until the sun rose on their day. To have a moment to themselves before work started and their little siblings needed their attention.

"Do you ever think we'll have children?" Winifred asked her twin, trying to keep her voice casual.

Elijah looked to her for a moment and then back at the stars they were watching through the trees. "We'd have to find partners first." Elijah told her.

A slight smile pulled at her lips and she rolled her eyes. "Hmm. I guess so." She started. "And not just the boy from the other village that you visit?"

"Nor the girls you sneak off with." He shot back immediately knocking her shoulder with his.

"Not just girls."

"And not just boys." He returned and both looked to each other with smiles that were equally teasing and embarrassed before they both laughed quietly then fell into silence. Elijah slowly sat up as black sky seemed to shift to purple as the thinnest section of the sunrise had started. "I'd like to think so." Elijah told her. "I'd like a family." His voice soft and the smile on his lips turns gentle. "A wife and children. Don't you?" He asked.

She sighed slightly and finally pushed up, one leg crossing over the other. "I don't know. In a way, but I also… I don't want to mess up. And I barely seem to be able to help our siblings without Finn and Mother watching me like I'm going to do something… monstrous." She admitted lightly. "And I remember father when we were little. He was never there. And then-" She trailed off for a moment. "I don't want to be like that." She added in a whisper, and her eyes flicked back in the direction of their home, as if he may hear her, then she turned to him. "None of this worries you?"

"I doubt I'll be perfect." He told her. "But I would do everything I could for them." He said simply and turned back to her. "You'd be a fine mother, Winifred, no matter what you think Mother and Finn are doing. Rebekah loves you, Kol is quick to ask for your help."

"And Nik will always ask for you. You know you spoil him, don't you?"

"With father, perhaps he deserves it." He shrugged, unashamedly.

"… Well, I won't disagree." She said after a moment. "They all do."

"They do." He agreed quietly and they watched the sunrise in silence for a moment.

"Someday we'll be able to get them all safe." She said as golden light began to wash over them.

Elijah turned and smiled at her. "Someday."

"Maybe we'll get Finn to actually join us."

Elijah huffed a laugh. "I doubt we have a chance."

"We can imagine. Imagine Actually having a big brother! One who's there. Cares."

"It would be a wonderful dream." He said lightly. "But, really? It's Finn."

She laughed. "Hey. I'm letting myself feel like those kids we used to be."

"Oh, no. Let's pretend we were never like that."

She chuckled. "Never in front of anyone."

"Good. Because we should be up. Work to do. You're supposed to make breakfast." He said and pushed to this feet then offered a hand and pulled her up. "We can talk families again as our sun sets."

"Mhmm, as long as you don't go running off with your newest… Friend." She said with a teasing smile.

"Hush, Sister." He huffed and pushed at her arm as they walked.

[rose-of-pollux]

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Title: Life's Little Challenges Fandom: Back to the Future [Twin Pines Timeline] Rating: K Summary: [Twin Pines, pre-canon] Doc has fully accepted his new role as parental substitute, and it's all second nature to him.

For @comfy-vember's Week 1 prompt: Protective Instincts