Comfortcharacter Stories

To Stella, escape is a worn notebook and three pages of an unfinished story. To Ethan, escape is a basketball court and keeping his guard up. Between juggling high school, four chaotic siblings, and her job at Bro Crispy's Sammiches, Stella Sanchez doesn't have time for distractions--especially not the quiet varsity basketball player who just got hired. Ethan Thompson is used to being a guest in someone else's house and an outsider in someone else's town. He stays locked in, focused on the game and surviving his senior year. But after a late-night shift turns into a 24-hour diner run, their quiet walls begin to crack. In the stillness of midnight, they find the one thing neither expected: someone who finally sees them.

okay, this is not a "story", just something to write my shitty ideas or just fake scenarios, I hope you like them, this is mainly to practice writting 🧍‍♂️ Also if you have any suggestions you can leav them on the comments :] Also I do not own any of the characters exposed in this story, they all belong to the author of Shingeki no Kyojin, Isayama.

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 ... ,, extremely delicate and light '' ; seemingly not of this world

She left everything behind and found him on a foggy harbor morning, an arm in her way and a stranger's eyes she couldn't forget. Three weeks turned into forever, until distance tested a promise neither of them wanted to break. She came back with two suitcases and no plans to ever leave the one place that finally felt like home.

An LGBT Severus Snape love story. No relation to Lily Evans. ***Disclaimer: this is the first run-through edition. No edits have been made, and errors may exist. Enjoy that part of the ride, or wait until the complete edited edition is released!*** This is a story preview. The full book release is set for 25 December 2023. "Whatever this is that is lurking within, I am not having it." Snape paused before sitting on the bed's side and tipping the goblet back. He swished the harsh liquid around his mouth before swallowing, letting out a gritty pant. The candle flickered, and occasionally short puffs of smoke would bellow and fade. "There isn't time, there's never going to be time." he ground his jaw in anger, "And who does he think he is?" his voice hesitated before his expression dulled. "It was probably nothing...nothing at all," the smell of whiskey brushed his nostrils - another swallow. "There could only be clandestine meetings. Dead of night, or bright early morn. Disclosure would certainly be the deliverance of the utmost fallout. And because of this...it shall be disdained." the goblet emptied down his throat, his vision starting to blur. A clink of the metal to the tabletop sounded before Snape laid back, his eyes glazed over. He let his legs dangle off of the edge of the bed as the whiskey crept through his body and finally, he could finally relax. A new Oliver Evans (oc) origin story. All art, including the cover, is made and owned by me. Art to view: Cover Chapter Ten Chapter Twelve Hogwarts Student Files Best ratings: #381 in new adult #400 in emotional Content within: Strong language Romantic scenes (hugs, kissing, the likes) Mention/use of drugs/alcohol Mentions of harm/abuse No sexually explicit content Active - writing and continuously editing. Updates paused at chapter 11 to focus on finishing the story. Check back for the finished edition soon. I do not own any of the WWOHP characters and all rights go to their owners.

Just some stories that I come up with about people I will probably never have nor never talk to.

Lou has been in love with her favorite fiction character, Vincent Watts, since she read the "Moonlight" trilogy for the first time as a teenager. It was in him she used to find comfort when life got complicated. But now she was an adult, and she wasn't sure if Vince could help her grow up anymore. That's when he appears, in bone and flesh, right in front of her eyes on a cold August evening, turning all of her fan stories into reality.

a collection of letters from comfort characters

Quiet Girl x Patient Healer | Small Town | He Falls First | Slow Burn | Soulful Romance "Grief and love use the same hands to hold things." Twenty-four-year-old Rudra hides her true self behind the quiet shelves of Kitaab Ghar, her late grandmother's decaying riverfront library. An artist who keeps her unfinished canvases stacked facing the wall, she believes her silence is her safest armor. Then comes Kabir-a man who spends his days managing business ledgers and his evenings in a workshop, carefully fixing broken clocks, radios, and mechanisms with his grandfather. Kabir doesn't ask Rudra to be louder. Instead, he learns her quiet. One cold cup of chai at a time, through rainy afternoons, secret sketches, and lost family truths, he enters a silence she didn't even know she was keeping. Every Tuesday, Since is a deeply atmospheric, poetic slow-burn Indian romance about two unraveled souls learning that being chosen and truly seen is the sweetest form of healing. #slowburn #hefallsfirst #indianslowburn #desiromance #artist #comfortcharacter #smalltownromance #foundfamily #aesthetic #healing

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I'm writing people on tiktok ,,Letters from their comfort characters'', and I decided to post them here <3

a lovely story with the daycare attendant (sun/moondrop) of the Freddy fazbear mega plex<3 ( JUST A COMFORT THING NOT S3XU@L THING )

** Requests Open!! ** Letters from your favorite HP characters! Whether it be romantic, friendly, or hateful. Any character can be requested! Some letters may have little stories behind them, but I don't plan on making them too complex. Triggering topics can be requested as well. (I WILL PUT TRIGGER WARNINGS IF NEEDED!) All characters belong to JK Rowling. All characters based on the Harry Potter books/movies.

personalised letters from your comfort characters

oneshots with my most favourite character shigaraki is not my character

The Process of falling for your Comfort character and the realisation they may never be real. She/they pronouns- Y/N They/them pronouns-Comfort Character

🌸 Petals from the Past 🌸 By Shagun She was the girl who used to laugh a little louder, walk a little prouder, and believe a little deeper. But somewhere between the soft echoes of junior school joy and the haunting silence of teenage heartbreak, Vrinda lost herself. "She talks way too much in class!" - said every teacher in her early years. "She doesn't speak at all these days..." - the same teachers now whisper in concern. This is not just a story of love. It's a story of letting go of people who promised to stay. Of losing the one person you thought would never leave. Of pretending to be okay for everyone - except yourself. It's a story of a girl who stopped singing her favorite songs, who left her paintbrush untouched, who forgot what it felt like to step outside without fear. She lost not just friends - but also the hobbies that once made her feel alive. Of finding comfort in the voice of someone who called you by a name that felt like home. "Aarohi... I'm not them. I won't leave. Even when you push me away - I'll stay." Of rediscovering the girl who almost disappeared in the crowd of overthinking, panic attacks, fake promises, and late-night tears. "All I wanted was a friend. Just to sit beside me that day. You weren't there." "You're not just out of my life, Sakshi... you're out of my heart." "Even when you break, I'll be the one holding the pieces with you." She doesn't write about pain - but she's living through it in every page. This story is about petals. Some that fell. Some that were torn off. And some that still bloom, no matter the storm.

Vox and Alastor are the perfect couple. And they love eachother very much, but one day, at homecoming, a rumor spreads. Will their love be strong enough to get through all the tough times and drama of high school? Or will they split up and have their relationship forever remain broken...

Hanging out with the person you feel safe with.

A fallen prince. A new kingdom. A new place below where shadows grow. • Asgard is in disarray. Odin has left the throne for better things, for Midgard, new beginnings, new romance and brings ruin to his realm. Frigga is ashamed of his abandonment. A new crown descends and Thor, once prince, now sits upon the throne. Sif, his soon to be wife, becomes queenly authority. Loki, once brother, once prince, is crowned troublemaker and good for only bringing more ill fortune upon Asgard's new rule. And so, Loki is condemned. Loki is cast aside. Declared, by the crown, to below. He is stripped of his title and crown, given a new role beneath Thor's new crown that will not hurt Asgard's new image. He is forced into service, throwing him into shadows and below their feet. Below, he is no prince. No god. No being worth trembling before. He is just a body, another pair of hands, perfect for work. Perfect for breaking and serving those now above him that believe him better for more domestic tasks. Below, he becomes invisible, obeys, silently rages, and does as told, a god stripped bare. Below, he disappears. Or, so they think he does. Below, he sees what above refuses to acknowledge and sees Asgard in ways he never has before. He notices, below the golden halls, a realm built by those that live in shadows. Below, he notices smaller hands and younger servants, children he does not expect to befriend. He notices more than he should and, unexpectedly, does something no one thought him capable of: he helps them, and does whatever he can, to care and protect them from those that mean them harm. •