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murrphius · 6 days

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Prayer

PROMPT: Write two prayers for your character: one to be said in private, one to be said in public.

(Note: inspiration shamelessly taken from my beloved, The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner.)

In the square: O LORD GOD, we lift up this cherished soul to Your eternal throne of grace, and we entrust him to Your everlasting care, wrapped in the blessed bosom of Abraham and accounted among the righteous in that happy realm which awaits all Your faithful children. Although we grieve the sudden manner in which he was taken from us, and we know not the precise reasons or particularities behind his passing, we take comfort in the assurance that You will receive him with joy who has believed and partaken of the holy body of Christ, as we know he did in life. Grant him peace and life forevermore, Almighty God. Amen.

In the alcove: O my GOD, holy and JUST are Thy ways! I thank You and praise You with every fibre of my being. Thou hast given me the victory over this foul sinner, this fountain of anathemas and limb of antichrist. As a two-edged sword in Your hand, I have visited Your wrath upon this agent of destruction, cutting him down in the full strength of his iniquity and thereby cleansing this earth and preserving Your holy church in her sainted purity. I sing as one with the Psalmist, "You gave me my enemies' necks, and those who hated me I destroyed. Blessed be my rock...the God who gave me vengeance!" And now, O LORD, may the molten mouth of hell ope wide to receive a son of perdition, fitted for that destruction ordained for him from the beginning—for the sake of Your glory and almighty Name. May fiends infernal devour his flesh—may the glut of his sin be as fat for the flames, a hissing, crackling torment—and may the smoke of it rise up forever, a sweet scent to the righteous above. Amen.

image: detail from "An Angel Appears to Balaam" by Gustave Doré

#ngl 'limb of antichrist' would be a sickass band name #the private memoirs and confessions of a justified sinner #james hogg #wrath of god #holy vengeance #murder for god #hypocrite #robert wringhim has a demon #robert wringhim is a demon #when saints are demons #robert wringhim is an OT Joshua's Boy™ out of water #dude was born three millennia too late #writing prompt #creative writing #642 things to write about #murrphius writes #murrphius stuff

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fragments-written · 1 year

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12 Tiny Things to Write About

You accidentally hit Reply All - and everyone received an uncensored rant about your boss. Write the follow-up Reply All.

Kia Ora e te whanau,

So embarrassing, right? I have just been informed that an email went out from my account that was pretty unkind to Marcy, which was pretty unfair.

I think this is a good time to say when they tell you to do the training on phishing emails - listen to them! I have obviously been with IT all morning, no idea how they knew such specific details of Marcy’s general incompetence, they must be fast readers to go through all my emails after getting access to them and come up with something that I definitely didn’t write just to Gina, that is very accurate, and written by hackers.

Very embarrassing of me to get gotten by phishing from bad actors. Almost as embarrassing as Marcy’s excuse for management.

Please reach out if you would like to have a private korero about how to keep this happening to you!

Ngā mihi nui,

[overly long email signature]

#642 tiny things to write about #fiction #creative writing #apology #reply all #this is embarassing #sarcasm #workplace humor #aotearoa

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miingyur · 1 year

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baby fever | bakugou headcanons

part 2 part 3

tags: suggestive themes, not proof read, heat in the moment writing, fem reader, mentions of pregnancy, established marriage, they’re pro heroes, crappy writing.

word count: 642

☆ bakugou katsuki. when people hear that name, they say he’s rough, brusque and edgy, a double sided sword. on the other hand, you find him sweet and loving, quite adorable even if he denies it.

☆ you often think a lot about how he would treat your kids in the near future and despite his tough exterior, he’s grown fond of kids.

☆ social media thinks that he's going to be the worst dad to exist if you have kids, you think they’re delusional.

☆ but the moment you realize you know he’s the one for your non-existent kids is when you’re both out on patrol and you find a lost kid. “leave him to me” katsuki grumbles. “go get yer injury healed”

☆ you do as told, conversing with one of the medics, and in the corner of your eye, you spot the child laughing with your husband.

☆ butterflies dance about in your stomach, fluttering vigorously. “he’s going to be a great dad, [hero name].“ the medic says. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, almost like you held the earth up for him.”

☆ you softly thank her with a smile, beaming with rays of sunshine as you approach your boyfriend. secretly watching him play with the young boy.

☆ “I see you’re both having a great time” you say. katsuki whips his head in surprise, coughing into his fist as if to hide his blush. “has dynamight been nice to you, sweetie?”

☆ the kid jumps up and down in glee, bobbing his head. “mister dynamight is the best! he even gave me a lollipop! but mommy can’t know or she might get upset”

☆ he sheers away in embarrassment. “thought it might cheer him up or somet’ing” you press your lips against his cheek, praising him for his work when the kid pretends to gag. you both chuckle.

☆ “aoi!” a woman calls out and the boy goes running to his mother, “oh my god, I can’t thank you enough.” you smile at her and tell her it’s your job as heroes, waving back to aoi as they leave.

☆ “having a kid doesn’t sound so bad. I wouldn’t mind waking up to our baby in your arms. It’s adorable and sexy.”

☆ he pauses. freezing in place. did he hear you right? our baby. him being a dad? sexy? fuck. you were definitely going to be the death of him.

☆ “[hero name]!” he calls out. you wink at him, skipping off to the agency. “baby! you can’t just say that and leave me like this!” he groans. having a hard on in the middle of work was going to be difficult to explain.

☆ the next morning, you saw the media, snorting at the headline. PRO HERO DYNAMIGHT SEEN SMILING WITH A KID. COULD WE POSSIBLY BE SEEING POTENTIAL FATHER MATERIAL?

☆ you yelp in surprise, dropping your phone on the side of the bed at the sudden touch of your boyfriend. “c’mere” he rasps. “why the fuck are you up s’early? it’s only 8am, go back t’sleep”

☆ “wanted to check the time is all. do you need something?” you ask.

☆ he shakes his head and lays you atop of him, grinding against your ass as a grin paints his lips, canines showing. “only thing I need is to fill you up to the brim and pump you full of my cum.”

☆ “katsuki! It’s only 8am!” you repeat his words. they fall deaf on his ears.

☆ next thing you know, you’re holding a test in your hand, double lines are present as a smug katsuki smirks at you. what a little shit.

#leewrites ☪︎#idk what I was thinking #brain go bye bye #bakugou headcanons #boku no hero imagines #bakugou brainrot #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #anime fic #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki headcanons

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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months

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I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING!!!! 💕💕

No joke, I love reading your stuff! It always has me kicking and giggling :}

I hope you're not stressing yourself out with the writing tho!! I know you prod want it perfect or close enough to it, but please remember it always doesn't have to be 💕

I love dogday as much as the next person but- huggy was my first and even tho you barely even write him I still end up loving him so much when you do lol. I really liked your jealousy one! I was hoping you could do one with huggy?? With an employee reader pls. So sorry if that's every little information, not rlly the best at requesting still.

Tysm!! 💕💕

{So sorry if I send this when request r closed}

Jealous, Jealous Toy

Note || AHHH your so sweet, absolutely I’ll try to write Huggy for this :)

WC || 642

Sypnosis || What happens when a jealous toy gets possessive of an employee?

Order was an important piece to your life, you liked to be orderly and keep things to an absolute T. Even if it had meant fraternizing with your superiors, though you weren’t much of a sociable person really. Being more so closed off and introverted, you simply had opted to be straightforward and cold when necessary, never to employees younger then you or even lower then your position at Playtime Co.

Many had viewed you as odd when you began talking to the life-sized huggy, made real and ready to always interact with children. Benign enough to be harmless one would guess, just nobody would ever truly understand the level of ferocity one would possess if you were there. If anyone in the room had seen the same thing you did when that very event had happened, nothing was estranged enough to be sure – yet you still couldn’t explain it to this day.

Huggy Wuggy was interesting, strange but very cuddly to hug (as he was made to do). You always had thought he was neat, clean and cool to a point.

“Hey Huggy! How are you?” Yet ever as always, the Huggy Wuggy statue had remained cold and conclusive, never moving unless it was in strange specific circumstances. “Right.” You never expected him to move anyway, another voice had snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Hey brat.” Your superior, though he was one of the many, he was like an older brother to you. You thought he was lazy for lack of a better word, but his work ethics and accountability of words from other employees had proved that otherwise. You let out a large breath, stifling a feigned huff. “Yo, what’s your deal Daniel?” You asked him.

He nodded his head at your weaponized words, then walked up to you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Just needing you to fill out some paperwork, ain’t nothing major then I’ll–” A choked noise escaped his throat, causing you to look up from where you stood, eyeing him wearily as you began to get concerned as to why he looked so pale.

“Daniel.. You alright man?” His hand on your shoulder fell off from where it had laid so gently, Daniel’s other hand raised to the spot he seemed to be in such a ghostly panic about. You too had been shocked, seeing Huggy’s row of teeth hanging over Daniel’s head, you didn’t know what to do. Huggy never had behaved in such a way, leaving you to raise a brow – lips pursed as you maintained calm in the inconceivable silence.

“Huggy..” You began, raising your hands as a gesture toward Daniel to back away slowly. “Chill out, that’s just my friend.” Daniel had obeyed you, inching away from Huggy who clearly seemed to be pissed off. Conveying a means of anger as his hands were outstretched toward Daniel ever so slightly, Daniel nodded once more and slowly he had done so, trying to get him to cool off at the same time as you were.

“Can you get him to stop.. This?” Daniel whisper-shouted, you shrugged. Then you looked up at Huggy, maintaining a sense of eye contact with his own eyes. It struck a sudden chill throughout your spine, causing you to flinch as you had noticed his murderous intent, now it was slowly dissipating the further away Daniel had gone. “I think he doesn’t like you very much, I’ll come later for those papers all right?” To which he had nodded with an exasperated sigh.

Finally once he was out of sight, Huggy seemed to be less tense now – teeth relaxed and resuming his original position. You sigh, crossing your arms as you try to coerce your own mind about the events that had happened just mere seconds ago.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you my friend.”

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime huggy #huggy wuggy #huggy wuggy x reader

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wqnwoos · 11 months

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“i’m going to fail.”

your statement is nothing new. you’ve said every possible variation of it about 642 times in the past twenty-four hours, all charged with different emotions: distress, frustration, anger — but this time, as you sit cross-legged on the floor, amidst stacks of papers and textbooks, you only sound defeated.

you look up at jeonghan, who’s standing in the doorway, having just returned from refilling your emotional support water bottle. you look up at him, and there are unshed tears glistening in your eyes. “i’m going to fail,” you repeat, half a sob in your voice. “i don’t know — i don’t know anything, and my brain hurts, and — ” you cut yourself off with a choked sob, before burying your face into your hands.

“hey.” jeonghan wastes no time in shifting aside the maze of paperwork, crossing his legs to sit directly in front of you. “hey,” he repeats, a frown marring his features. “look at me.”

you don’t move.

he pries your fingers away. “look at me, my love.”

finally, you meet his eyes, and you’re sure you look absolutely pathetic — with tears rolling down your cheeks and your lower lip quivering uncontrollably — but jeonghan simply smiles, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “you’re not going to fail,” he whispers simply.

you shake your head immediately, opening your mouth to object, but he’s speaking already.

“you’ve worked so hard. it’s going to pay off. this is what you said last time, remember? and you did so well.”

you sniffle. “no, really, hannie, i think this time is — different — i’m really going to — ”

“even if you fail,” he interrupts. “does it matter?”

your brows crease together. of course it matters. this is the thing that matters most. it matters s—

“it doesn’t,” he murmurs, like he can hear your thoughts. “it doesn’t matter. taking a resit is not the end of the world. getting a bad grade is not the end of the world. you will be okay.”

with a trembling voice, you just say one word. “okay.”

jeonghan smiles then, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as his thumbs wipe away your tears. “that’s my baby. remember, we’re all just people on a floating rock. it doesn’t matter.”

that elicits a giggle, albeit a watery one, as you climb into his lap, straddling his waist. “by that logic, i don’t matter either.”

“aii.” jeonghan clicks his tongue. his hands pinch just above your hips, making you squeak, wriggling, but he holds you in place, frowning at you. “don’t say things like that. you matter more than anything.”

the sudden intensity of his gaze has you speechless. so speechless that you’re grateful for the sweet kiss that follows, his lips pressing to yours as a hand runs through your hair. when he pulls back, he taps your waist with a peck on your nose. “up, baby. let’s go to sleep.”

this is entirely self-indulgent bc i have an exam in a matter of hours and it’s 2am and i’m stressing so instead of studying, my brain said write jeonghan fluff!! and so i caved.

#jeonghan fluff #jeonghan comfort #yoon jeonghan #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic #seventeen comfort #seventeen x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan imagines

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sprite-writes-fanfic · 13 days

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How would the Tmnt bros (2003) react to a best friend who has a crush on them and at first they don't feel the same way, But way later on they develop feelings for their friend but theres that bit of awkwardness in that they already rejected said Friend's prior confession.

And like the friend took the rejection well and is trying to move on, though theres a bit of tension as the friend is subtly trying to avoid like being alone or like to close physically with their turtle crush so as to not make them uncomfortable and even gets on a dating app (with 0% success there lol) They atleast hide their still very much there feelings and are good at not being obvious they are still down bad for the turtle.

Also I cant get enough of your writing! I love it so much Always looking forward to the next post, Hope your having a wonderful week!

Hey anon! Sorry for the long wait! Thank you so much for your kind words <3 I really hope you enjoy this one!

Awkward…

🐢💙❤️TMNT ‘03 x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 642

CW: Gender-neutral reader, referred to as ‘you’, a bit more on the angsty side for some, for others they get a bit of fluff. The boys and Mikey don’t know how to healthy deal with their emotions. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo feels like a huge dick. Like, seriously. He felt really bad having to reject you, now he feels really bad that suddenly he feels those same feelings. Like, man. This is NOT what he wanted.

💙 Will actually avoid you at all costs because he feels so bad, he’s trying to focus on other things. He luckily feels better in a group setting so it’s just not you and him.

💙 He misses old times quite a bit, and when he sees the obvious signs that you’re still into him, he’s a mess. Man is just a goddamn mess. Like what’s he supposed to do in this situation? He’s heavily considering talking to you about this but he’s also very scared too.

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Despite your confession, you and Raph remained rather close, I mean he wouldn’t ever let little feelings like that ruin— And he’s caught feelings too. Right after he’s rejected you. Oh he feels awful.

❤️ Taking his frustrations out on the punching bag and sparring lately, RIP Mikey. He’s just really upset, because not only did he reject you, but he’s seen those dating apps on your phone too. He wants to sincerely make it up to you.

❤️ Isn’t sure if he should shoot his shot or just let it be and wait and see if these feelings go away or get stronger… He chooses to wait. He chooses to see if these feelings just happened because of the confession and they’re a short time thing. Will shoot his shot a year or two later if you’re both still feeling the same and you’re still single.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Poor Donnie’s brain is going haywire. It was about three months later that he rejected you that he suddenly caught feelings, and it suddenly occurred to him while he was working on his latest invention. And he could not stop thinking about it either.

💜 Dude was panicking a lot when he first realized, and honestly felt himself wanting to cry. He was overwhelming himself at the moment and ended up going to Master Splinter for comfort. After that fiasco, he’s very distant. Like, he’s worse than Leo, kind of distant. He’s just drowning himself in his work and it takes a toll on him mentally.

💜 You end up catching him one day and forcing him to talk, and he finally kinda admits that he’s been feeling like shit because he’s rejected you, and that he randomly caught feelings as well. You two certainly talked for hours, trying to get it sorted out. And if either goes: You two remain friends and try to move past this. Or, you both give a possible relationship a chance after spending more time together.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 To say he didn’t expect this was an understatement, the feelings just kinda hit him out of nowhere. When you helped him patch up after a skateboard trick gone-wrong, it hit him. Mikey liked you, but he already rejected your confession. Uh oh.

🧡 He definitely thinks on it, for once, instead of going in and flirting with you. For once he was thinking about this, as he felt guilty about it. When he’s thought about it, he’s probably gonna be the only one who’s open about it unlike the rest of his brothers, only one that has really healthy communication.

🧡 When he’s open and honest, he’s extremely nervous, I mean, who wouldn’t be? Rejecting you then telling you how he feels about you is pretty messed up. Luckily, the two of you talk it out and try to reconcile and work it out. Luckily, your feelings were still there and blazing, and it’d take a bit before you could completely forgive him, but you both worked it out. You’re giddy to say you have a date on Friday and you’ve deleted all the dating apps off your phone within minutes after you and Mikey’s big talk.

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akutasoda · 5 months

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So my unique thing is I can stop my heart beat for a 10-15 seconds. It’s pretty weird thing but I really like it.(doctors scared of me).

Can I request a jouno (or any characters you want), complained to reader that their breathing is too loud to sleep, so they jokingly stopped their heart beat only to nearly give him a heart attack?

I really love your writing, it makes me inhale and slurp your writing like a noodle and run away.

don't panic!

synopsis - they complain you breathe too loud, so you decide to be a menace

includes - yosano, akutagawa, jouno

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, teasing, wc - 642

a/n: i think that's pretty funny actually and that might be the best compliment i've ever received haha

akiko yosano ★↷

yosano would never mean it in a harsh way, more as a joke or playfully. perhaps it had been a rather long day at the agency for her and a long day for you at wherever you worked and you had come home to yosano already half way through a bottle of wine. she was slightly out of it but you easily managed to get some reason out of her and get her ready for bed. she had pretty much pressed herself against you as she started dozing off before she stopped at started complaining you were breathing too loud. you tried not too laugh as you finally said you'd try and keep it down. it took her a few seconds before she started panicking as she couldn't hear your breaths at all now but that's when you started laughing and calmed her down. she made you promise never to do that again.

ryunosuke akutagawa ★↷

akutagawa would do it as sort of an empty threat and you know he wasn't that bothered by it. but still, it may of been a bit cruel to tease him in such a way but you couldn't help it. it had been a normal day for you and you could assume it was for your boyfriend, he never gave you much of a clue anyway. but what you did appreciate was the fact that he was trying his hardest to be more affectionate, so when getting ready for bed he would join you. but something seemed different as he asked you to quite down your breathing. you had half a mind to crack a snarky comment but you decided just to hold your breath instead. this caused him to lean on his elbow and look at you before telling you he didn't mean that and for you to breathe before you pass out.

saigiku jouno ★↷

jouno would only ever complain if he had a very stressful, overworked day but still would never mean something behind it. he came home in a rather grumpy mood and you knew he would come to you to talk about it when he was ready. even though it was rather late. but that was fine because if he didn't say anything tonight he kost likely would say something in the morning when he calmed down a bit. he practically dragged you to bed with him within half an hour of being home and you just went with it as it was rather late. you both were laying side by side as he rested his head over your heart trying to relax by listening to it, but then he perked up telling you to breathe quiter as it was 'disturbing him'. you stifled back a laugh before playing along but with the intent on completely holding your breath. this then started affecting your heartbeat which made him very aware of what you were doing. he lightly tapped you on the head telling you to stop that before you passed out as he leant back down onto your heart as you silently laughed to yourself.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd yosano #yosano x reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #bsd jouno #jouno x reader

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aikatoru · 4 months

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The Girl Next Door

Satoru Gojo x AFAB Reader

Contents: Angst with fluff, happy ending, mutual pining, mentions of cheating, kissing, romance.

Word count: 642

Dividers are by @benkeibear

Gojo has always had a crush on you, ever since he moved in to the apartment across from yours.

The first time he met you was when he was carrying a box of his things up the stairs and he accidentally bumped into you causing him to drop the box.

Your voice rang through as you apologized profusely and asked if he was alright, he swore that his heart skipped a beat when his eyes met yours.

They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul but even that would be an understatement.

Gojo wanted to ask for your name but then your boyfriend comes along and literally sweeps you off your feet to kiss you.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around the other man telling him how you missed him and how you didn’t know that he was coming, completely forgetting about Gojo.

Fate seems to play a cruel joke when you had a heated argument with your boyfriend 2 weeks later and broke up with him, leaving you crying on the stairs and for Gojo to find you.

He offered you a shoulder to cry on and you spilled everything to him, he learned your name, your likes and dislikes. He wanted more than anything to be with you right then and there but his girlfriend came by and interrupted your conversation.

He looked sheepishly at you as he follows his girlfriend inside his apartment, feeling sorry for having to leave you alone.

His girlfriend was not oblivious to the tension between the two of you and she confronted him, he didn’t deny it and she broke up with him. He can’t say he blamed her.

The next few days was spent recuperating and working up a nerve to ask you out, only to knock on your door and have a new guy answer it.

Again, he was too late…his window of opportunity closed as he hears you calling the new guy “babe”. And so it keeps going, your game of chicken.

Seemingly becoming a recurring theme. Always missing out, always never the right timing. Until he starts to think maybe you guys were just not meant to be.

So he stops trying and moves on. He meets a nice girl and settled down, she moves in and they had some good moments, he really thinks he could go the distance with her.

Then one day he wakes up early to get the morning newspaper and he sees you getting out of the house, greeting him with a smile and he inhaled sharply, he forgot just how much he liked you.

But he reminded himself of his commitment to his girlfriend and how he simply has to get over you. That night, he decided he was done playing games and proposed to his girlfriend, only to have her reveal that she was cheating on him and for her to pack up and leave.

He sat on the stairs, head held in his hands, alone yet again. That is until you sat down next to him and asked him what was wrong. He tells you of his story and finally confessed his feelings. You listened and when he finished, you smiled as you confessed that you had been single for a while now and admitted to liking him back all those years. He laughed at the irony of the situation and offered you a hand, “Is it too late to make up for lost time?” You giggled and shook your head as you answered, “No. Let’s make some good memories together.”

And maybe you guys were fated after all, he thinks as he kisses the head of the newborn baby swaddled up in blankets.

A product of the love you share.

“Isn’t she precious?” You say cooing, holding your baby daughter.

He smiled, “She has your eyes.”

~End

©Fuyuaika writes, please do not repost, plagiarize or translate.

#Aika writes 🤍#jjk #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #jujutsu satoru #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst

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milkb0nny · 5 months

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Loved Burdens

Sam Winchester x gn!reader

Comfortember Day 10: Sadness

Summary: Even though you desired Sam's comfort, you felt like a burden and did not tell him about your recent struggles. You felt so silly being sad without a certain cause, making you feel invalid to consume your boyfriend's time.

Note: Exams are over! I feel much more comfortable now and I'm getting back to writing. The next prompts probably will be a little short, since I need to catch up again. Despite my small hiatus, enjoy it!

Warnings: unexplained cause of depression

Word Count: 642

The past week you have been dealing with some sort of depression. The weight of sadness burdened you like carrying an unimaginable amount of rocks on your shoulders. You did not know why you felt his way, as your sadness and tiredness came from nowhere; no trigger, no apparent cause. Still, you felt extremely drained, exhausted and wanted something to cheer you up.

You tried your best to hide it from your boyfriend Sam and his brother Dean. You wore a mask of normalcy, painting on a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. Despite your cheerful expressions there were bags under your eyes and a hint of an empty battery. Sam slowly noticed the subtle changes in your demeanor, questioning why you did not reach out for him.

Usually the tall male would comfort you if anything went wrong. Though once again your brightness vanished, worrying him. Sam, who loved you more than anyone else, desired your happiness. Concern etched across his features as he observed you from across the room, sensing that something weighed heavily on your heart. Should he reach out to you? He was unsure, uncertain if you simply needed space or desperately needed him.

But as you nearly tripped over nothing but tiredness, he decided to finally approach you carefully. “Babe,” Sam called you gently, his voice carrying a blend of care and worry. He moved closer, his tall frame towering above you. “Are you alright?”

You knew your facade had slipped and anxiety rushed through your mind. You lied, trying not to burden your boyfriend. With a forced smile, you replied, “Yeah, everything's fine. Just a bit tired, nothing more.”

As anyone would, Sam didn’t trust your empty response, eyeing you carefully. There was something major wrong with you and he refused to stay out of the picture. Instead of accepting your reply, he remained persistent, being worried about you. He took a seat beside you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” he said, his voice soft but unwavering.

You hesitated for a moment, grappling with the internal conflict of whether to share the burden or keep it hidden. There was nothing ‘wrong’ with you. You couldn’t put a finger on the cause, yet let alone tell anyone what it was. Luckily you softened up, his concern consumed you, making you feel guilty for not telling him how you felt.

Silently, honest words left your mouth, “Uh- I don't know what's going on, Sam. I've been feeling... off. I’m lost. I don’t know why, but this sadness just won't lift. I'm trying to shake it, but seems I’m too weak for it.”

Even though you avoided his gaze, you sought to look at him. Sam sighed, putting his big, warm palm on your waist. “You’re not too weal, sweetheart.” Sam’ eyes watched you attentively. “Sometimes, these things don't have a clear explanation. It's okay. It’s okay not to be fine, Y/n. You're not alone in this."

Sam pulled you closer on your waist, embracing you into an intimate hug. Immediately a big chunk of weight dropped since you finally had opened up to your significant other. It helped you from the second he hugged you.

Your whispers again filled the room, “I appreciate you," you admitted, "I just... I didn't want to burden you guys with it. You both have so much on your plates already."

Sam's thumb traced comforting circles on your back. He was warm, huggable and so tender with you, that you melted into his care. “You're not a burden. Never. We're a family, and family supports each other. Dean and I are here for you, no matter what.”

An honest smile covered your lips, “I love you, Sam.”

The hug tightened and you felt how Sam pressed his lips on your head.

“I love you too.”

#sam x reader #supernatural sam #sam and dean #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam x you #sam winchester x you #supernatural #spn fanfic #spn

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captcoups · 1 year

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✤ m / ‘97 / seventeen (svt) / follows back via @an-exotic-writer ✤ a place for me to randomly write blurbs and small bits for svt [!] only active when posting things on here

key: [🌸] fluff / [☔️] angst / [🤡] silly, crack 🗓: est. 22_feb_2017 / updated: 17_may_2023 [!] blog was inactive from 2018 until 2023

⛵️ mini fics for all members in which i write the same situation for all members individually…

double take w/ svt in which you and him try a second take at love... [1/13] joshua / [tba] other members to follow suit!

delicate w/ svt _ all members [here]

[🍒] choi seungcheol / s.coups

give you cuddles, give me pizza / 407 words 🌸 babe - fuck / 297 words 🌸

[🐢] hansol vernon chwe

somewhere out there (right here) / 462 words 🌸

[🍚] lee jihoon / woozi

trust me (oh no) / 348 words 🌸🤡

[🐶] kim mingyu

what are the odds? (ft. minghao) / 642 words 🌸🤡 mr. clumsy / 703 words 🌸🤡

[🦊] jeon wonwoo

tba

[🍊] boo seungkwan

it’s about time / 342 words 🌸🤡

[👼] yoon jeonghan

tba

[👑] lee seokmin / dk

silent admission / 329 words 🌸

[🐸] xu minghao / the8

hold my hand… please? / 645 words 🌸 what are the odds? (ft. mingyu) / 642 words 🌸🤡

[🐯] kwon soonyoung / hoshi

tba

[🐰] hong jisoo / joshua

mr. too-nice-guy / 1,111 words 🌸 one-night-stand gentleman / 1,127 words 🌸

[🐱] wen junhui / jun

tba

[🦖] lee chan / dino

tba

#svt scenarios #svt reactions #seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seungcheol scenarios #vernon scenarios #jihoon scenarios #mingyu scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #seokmin scenarios #minghao scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #joshua scenarios #junhui scenarios #dino scenarios

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averageanonymous · 21 days

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Summary: In the aftermath of Aziraphale’s return to Heaven, Crowley plays the piano to chase away the silence.

i.e. I chronically have Crowley playing the piano on the brain. Today, that resulted in an angsty drabble.

Words: 642

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His apartment is dark, swathed in heavy silence that echoes off the empty caverns in his own soul. It's been too long. Too long with no sound but the trickle of a fountain, no voice but that which resides only in his mind. Now, he begins to feel it. The quiet - always before a numbing, soothing comfort - is beginning to crush him.

He approaches the large mahogany instrument tucked into the corner of his study, runs a hand over its surface, breathes. Years since he last played. Years since he wanted to.

His heart aches.

He doesn't want music.

Not really.

Whatever is broken in him relishes the quiet, the stillness.

No, he doesn't want music. But…he thinks he might need it.

So he slides onto the bench, eases back the fallboard, and lifts his hands. Black and white keys gleam under dim lights. He hesitates. His hands hover, silent, over ivory.

Finally, after what might be hours or only seconds, when the silence beneath his fingers begins to feel like agony, he settles on the keys and releases a single chord. Its sound rings into the emptiness and lingers there like a question. A pause. A breath. Then, gently, softly, slowly, notes like butterflies begin to lift from the keys. A few at first, then more, dozens upon dozens, until something begins to take shape beneath his hands.

He doesn't think about the melody that flows through him. It's nothing he has played before, nothing he has heard or seen. It has a life of its own; as though it has always existed, raw and pure as uncut diamond. The melody and harmony wind and twist through him, singing to his anguish with a beauty so sharp it cuts like a knife.

The music crescendos. He feels his soul lift with it, feels the weight of his misery, his loneliness, begin to slough away with each measure. Not enough to save him. But enough to keep him going. So he does. He plays and plays and plays.

He doesn't know where this ends. Part of him hopes it never does. Now that the music has chased it away, he finds that he dreads the silence waiting for him on the other side. That silence which drowns him and calls it solace. But that's all that is left to him, isn't it. And after all, what is the point anymore? This interminable existence, untethered from any harbor, adrift without anchor. The only thing that made it worth it, made it mean something, is gone from him, gone to a place he cannot follow. He is alone, here, alone-

His muscles quiver with exertion, his breath shallow, his heart racing. He feels himself losing the thread of the melody, feels it unraveling like loose thread from an unfinished tapestry. Something like panic grips him.

Suddenly, he strikes a wrong chord, and it's dissonance shatters what was left of the song, jarring him to his bones. He glares at the keys, breath heaving in his lungs, and with a snarl, drags his hands down the keyboard, a violent spray of discord flung after the ghost of the music that has left him wrung out and defeated on the piano's bench.

After precious few moments, the sound of his anger dissipates as thoroughly as the song, and he is left again in utter silence.

Silence.

He draws closed the fallboard, careful not to let it make a noise.

He slides away from the bench, away from the instrument, out of the room.

He lies down on his couch, the quiet wrapped around him like a cocoon. He lies there for hours (or days or weeks) and it doesn't matter. Eventually, the silence takes him deep enough that even his thoughts grow quiet, and finally, finally, he sleeps.

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Thanks for reading!

This sort of thing falls into the category of me just sitting down with a picture in my mind (or maybe a comic strip) and trying to write it in a way that captures the feeling of what I'm seeing. In my brain. I rarely succeed 🙄

#good omens #crowley #good omens fanfiction #good omens season 2 #fanfic #gomens #ineffable divorce #Crowley plays piano #sad crowley #good omens angst #angst #angsty crowley

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murrphius · 20 days

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Spinner

PROMPT: Your favorite piece of playground equipment

This one. Round and round it goes, each kid hanging from the hoop, both of their little hands desperately clutching the bar for dear life.

Faster, faster, yes, still faster, then CRCH!

One kid slips and sails through the air before slamming down on the woodchips. She immediately starts wailing.

But the hoop is still going. The others barely have time to listen in fear before another goes flying, smacking into the old sycamore with a THUD. He thinks he broke something.

Will the remaining follow? Regardless, a wonderful medley of chaos, terror, and pain has been wrought.

#writing prompt #642 things to write about #playgrounds #playground chaos #playground injuries #has one of these things killed a kid yet #murrphius writes #murrphius stuff

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fragments-written · 1 year

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11 Tiny Things to Write About

Think about your weirdest family member and write one short scene that depicts why he or she is such an oddball.

She has hair like fire, a voice like smoke, and eyes like moss in the rain. Her unpleasant smell, tobacco and the outdoors, were worth withstanding.

When she would step into the room, I would no longer be alone. I would press my face into her shoulder, the velvet of her long dress smushing into my face. She would hug me too hard and I would breathe in the cigarettes and musk and sandalwood on the fabric.

We would grin at each other, me young and with braces, her with joy and yellowed teeth.

The oddest thing about her is that she saw me. Heard me. I listened to her stories of all the places and people that she had seen, and I dreamed of the world beyond.

#642 tiny things to write about #fiction #creative writing #skill building #writing prompt #writing exercise #silly

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blackbird-brewster · 10 months

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CM Fanfiction on AO3

I'm a bit of a stats nerd, and I've been wanting to put this together for ages. The following are some statistics regarding Criminal Minds fanfiction of AO3. Do with this what you will, but if ever someone tries to tell me this fandom isn't misogynistic -- I will just point to this post.

I spent an abhorrent amount of time putting this together, hope it's interesting to other people. Please don't send me hate mail for my opinions.

Base Statistics

Total Fics Tagged Criminal Minds: 34,561

These stats were compiled by me on 20/06/23 via AO3's filtering system.

Note: These were taken at face value, meaning these numbers may not be exact. In order to get exact statistics, I'd have to stringently filter out things like mislabelled fics, spam, fics with multiple categories (to find pure slash, femslash fics), etc.

Tumblr will destroy the resolution of the graphs, just click to see full res :)

Fanfic statistics gathered from AO3, episode totals gathered from IMDB.

CM Fanfiction by Category