#something i wrote

[girl-next-door-writes]

Baby I Surrender

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean Winchester has a certain way of dealing with problems, either you fight them or you bottle them up and pretend they don’t exist. Either way, his latest problem looks like neither of these responses will provide a solution, so what if he just surrenders?

Word Count:  1225 words

A/N: This is a little something for the wonderful @apocalypseornaw who asked for a little Dean fluff what seems like a lifetime ago. Hope you enjoy it, sweetie.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” That had been a question Dean had been hearing more often over the last few months and his answer was the same as the first time he’d been asked.

“Nothing. No problem here.” The slight furrow of his brow and the gruffness of his voice indicated his irritation, and you rolled your eyes and headed over to the bar to get another round in.

“We all know there’s a problem, you know.” Sam said as he eyed his brother, downing the remains of his beer, but Dean remained resolutely silent, avoiding eye contact and simply picking the label off the bottle in his hand.

There was a problem, he knew that, he just didn’t know what that problem was. No. That wasn’t true, he knew exactly what the problem was but once he dove down that rabbit hole he wasn’t certain he could pull out, so he ignored it. Dean Winchester bottled it up, along with all the other things he’d rather not feel or accept and decided to move on with his life.

Unfortunately, the more he tried not to think about it the more it played on his mind. In his dreams, in his daydreams, popping up in the back of his thoughts whenever he was trying to focus on something else, there you were. Your smile, your laugh, your warmth and acceptance, it was all there in his head. In all truth, Dean couldn’t stop thinking about you. When he tried some new food he wondered what you would think of it, when he laughed at a joke he couldn’t help but hope you would find it funny too. One long sleep deprived night, when he had been staring at the sketchy ceiling of some sketchy motel for far too long, he began to wonder if, just maybe, he was in love?

You invaded his thoughts, his senses, his very being, and he knew that ignoring this was not going to work, but just because he realised that, did not mean he was going to give in to it. Nope, there must be some way to cure this, to get rid of these feelings before he fucked things up completely and you hit the road, leaving him behind for good.

Dean was incredibly aware how delicate the dynamics of your little hunting party were, and he couldn’t risk making you feel uncomfortable with an unwanted declaration. Especially as such a thing was most likely to happen when he was drunk. So, being who he was, he decided to deal with it the Dean Winchester way, which involved as many nameless pretty girls as he could encounter. He never actually slept with any of them, he couldn’t bring himself to cross that line, but he flirted with every beautiful girl who crossed his path from waitresses to witnesses which frustrated Sam and made you withdraw.

At first, Dean thought your distancing yourself was a good thing. It meant less time hanging out unsupervised, but it also meant you didn’t smile at him like you used to, didn’t laugh with him or nudge your shoulder against his. In fact, now he thought about it, you avoided any physical contact with him, and that thought was like a bucket of ice water being thrown at him.

His feelings for you were still there, just as sharp as they had ever been, and coupled with the way you now acted towards him it was as if everything was just snowballing. He had been so worried about pushing you away that he had been doing just that, but he didn’t know how to repair the damage done. How could he keep you at arms-length but also keep you close? How could he protect his heart but also bask in the warmth of your eyes when you smiled at him? How could he be with you, without being with you?

Another hunt over, another bar, another blonde, and Dean found himself tuning out of the conversation. The girl in front of him was obviously flirting, happy to give him all the attention he might crave, and yet all he wanted was to be squished into the booth at the back of the bar with you, sitting opposite his brother and Cas.

“Fuck it.” Dean muttered, placing his beer down and abruptly walking away from the confused girl at the bar. As he made his way through the crowd he realised that the only thing he could do was surrender to these feelings. Maybe it would blow up in his face, maybe it wouldn’t, but staying on his current path would definitely end badly so he didn’t really have a choice.

“Oh, hey. Strike out?” Sam asked with a smirk as Dean plonked himself down beside you.

“Wasn’t even batting, Sammy.” He huffed, now incredibly aware of your arm pressed against his.

“Could’ve fooled me.” You said to yourself, but Dean definitely caught your words and it felt like a knife in his chest. Had he really hurt you that much?

“Maybe I’m tired of all that. Maybe I want the whole lightning bolt, strawberry ice cream, glittery, all consuming kinda deal. Maybe I want someone who knows me and still wants me even though I can be a jackass.” He shrugged and wished that he’d brought his drink over instead of leaving it on the bar.

“Glittery?” You asked with amusement and Dean felt the tips of his ears heat up.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I think you need to elaborate on that.” You smirked and as you turned to look at him, your thigh pressed against his beneath the table.

“Well, you know how glitter gets fucking everywhere? Like you use it once and you’re finding it in your socks four months after? I want that kind of love, the one where no matter how hard you fight it, no matter how hard you scrub away at it-“

“You still find it in your socks four months later?”

“Doesn’t need to be my socks, necessarily, could be one of my shirts.” He grinned as he tugged at the shirt you were wearing, one you had borrowed from his bag without asking about a week ago.

“Well, I do know you can be a jack ass.” You hummed with a soft smile and Dean couldn’t help but feel hope rising within him. He had accidentally fallen in love with you, but it felt like there was a chance he hadn’t been the only one feeling this connection.

“You wanna go grab something to eat?” He asked softly.

“Sure.”

“I do not need to eat but I am happy to agree.” Cas moved to stand up, much to Dean’s dismay.

“Cas, man, I think he meant just the two of them.” Sam patted the angel on his shoulder and gave him a pointed look. “We’ll meet you back at the motel.”

Dean nodded at his brother and stood up, offering you his hand. As soon as your palm was resting against his he felt as if the world was a little brighter, that he had been an idiot not to give into this sooner. Leading you out of the bar the thought that kept running through his mind was that he needed to make up for lost time, starting with a proper date.

#Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean x reader #gndw fic #something i wrote

[freuleinanna]

a party

Characters: Dylan Lenivy, reader

Chosen ending: Any one where Dylan's alive & handless

Short summary: You and Dylan are in college together, you're great friends (and maybe something more), and you see each other at a party

Words count: depend on the run (interactive fiction), should be about 1000-1200

Tags: @ryo-kaen, @ech0lenivy1, @evaavaughn, @yawagucci, and other Dylan fam!

Since this is interactive fiction, a few notes and the link under the cut!

I'm still playing around with the tool, but this fic is pretty straighforward without too many branches;

still, you'll have 4 endings based on a few choices you make;

it could be a friendly or a romantic ending;

you read, you choose the reactions, the system (hopefully) does the rest if I didn't screw it up! So, almost like the quarry :)

no tw.

The link: https://www.inklewriter.com/stories/119686

Enjoy your date with Dylan!

#i love his goofy nature! #the quarry #the quarry x reader #the quarry game #the quarry interactive fiction #interactive fiction quarry #interactive quarry #interactive fics quarry #the quarry dylan #dylan lenivy #dylan x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #anna writes the quarry #something i wrote

[i-am-kat-hi]

Lil thing I wrote because I'm bored.

Ellie and Charles are hanging out. Charles is 5 and Ellie is 16 at the time. TW: SMOKING, DEATH

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Ellie: Smoking next to Charles. Ellie: Smokes a heart ring with his cigarette. Charles, amazed: Wooaaahhh... Charles: Blows bubbles with his bubble wand. Ellie: Heh..that's cool! Can I try the bubbles, lil bro? Charles: Only if I can use your..uh...sigaette. Ellie: Sorry, this is only for big boys. And it's a cigarette. Ruffles Charles' hair. Charles: Awww ok... Ellie: Just promise me you'll never smoke like me, OK? It's not good. Charles: So why do you do it..? Ellie: ....just...don't be like me, OK? Charles: But... ... fine... Ellie: Now that's my little brother. Hey, want a soda? I got some mon- Charles: SODAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! Ellie: Woah woah woah you're already hyper- Charles: Well of course! I get to spend time with my favorite brother! Ellie: I'm your **only** brother- Charles: Duh! That's why you're my favorite! Ellie: *Laughing, slightly crying.* Oh sweet Charlie... ---CURRENT TIME--- Charles, holding a picture of Ellie: Why can't I...remember you? Charles: Is it... ....

...for the better?

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Even if I don't remember you, I still miss you, Elliot.

--FUTURE TIME, AFTER THE KILLING GAME. SURVIVORS: 3-- Whit, holding the photo: Hey what's this? Ace: Some photo, duh. J: Hey, that guy looks like Charles. Whit: True! Hm, I wonder if this is his brother... Ace: Oh well, they're both dead. Does it really matter?

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Whit: Does it really matter?

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#danganronpa despair time #drdt #lil skit #something i wrote #charles cuevas #ellie cuevas #smoking

[lonelyvampx7]

who am I?

I don't know, I'm a being full of contradictions. Sometimes I'm like an erupting volcano, and sometimes I'm like a frozen ocean.

Sometimes I'm like the seashore and sometimes I'm like the ocean. Sometimes I love existence and sometimes I hate life.

I want to be clear and vague at the same time. I want people to notice my reactions and speculate on their reasons. At the same time, I find myself explaining myself to them very clearly.

Sometimes I stand back from all my problems and see my life going the way it wants, and sometimes I delve deeper into it.

I am a mixture of everything. I listen to everything. I see beauty in many things that some may find unbeautiful. I see love and hate around every corner.

I get tired of myself and wish for death, but I love her and wish her eternal eternity.

I don't know, and I don't think I'll ever know who I am.

#something i wrote

[lover-in-the-graveyard]

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Tw in tags

Why can’t Sunday last a little longer ?

Why is it that Monday always arrives ?

Why can’t i live my life stuck in a moment?

Make right now last for the rest of my life

I’ve grown weary of the passing time

My blade has been rusty for quite a while

I just might overdose from pain

And thoughts of my demise keep me alive

I’m not alright

Today I’ll cry

In a piece of paper write

My goodbye

My body I’ll rip

And my mind I will kill

Tonight

And the sun will rise

And from your bed you too will

And I will look into your eyes

The ones I left behind

And I will promise that I’m still alive

#idfk #stupid shit #god why am i like this #depressing shit #im so tired #i wanna die #i wanna kms #writers #writeblr #wtf is wrong with me #writers on tumblr #depressing poem #writing #poetry #something i wrote #tw death #tw vent #tw sh related #tw self destructive behavior #tw self h4rm #tw sui ideation #tw sucidal ideation #idfk anymore

[bee26s]

weeks of feeling happy

until one night

the guilt

and sadness

washed over me

so quickly

my overthinking thoughts

always get the better of me

HB

#something i wrote #bipolar problems #bipolar disorder #depressive episode #bipolar depression #mental illness #deppression #depressive #i thought i was over this #i thought i was doing better #i thought i was past this #it never fails #it never ends #will it ever get better #when does it get better #depressed #me #sad #anxiety #i overthink everything #overthinking things #overthinking #overthinking thoughts #i don’t want this #how do i make it stop #anxious #bipolar #social anxiety #mentally ill #actually bipolar

[miki-kaname]

Rest in Peace

#ramblings #something I wrote #dragon ball #akira toriyama

[wolfmoonmusic]

So What if it Hurts?

This is something I wrote. WARNING: It is VERY depressing.

As droplets they fall, No one to hold them at all. For they all say they care, But no one's really there, For the pain, for the chaos, To see the way my heart stops.

Simple words, like needles they strike, Looks of anger, disappointment, spite, Stabbing, piercing, the places that hurt most. No one sees or cares. So what if it hurts?

Not enough, not again, Stupid, failure, can't comprehend, Useless worthless, not worth your food, Is there anything more you're meant to do?

Don't see me break at all, Because I smile as I fall, Down a dark scary hole, The end is coming, it's cold.

Will I last, I wonder, 'Till the tide takes me under, 'Cause I swear I drown, With every word, they tear down, The girl that once was, So happy, so warm.

Simple words, like needles they strike, Looks of anger, disappointment, spite, Stabbing, piercing, the places that hurt most. No one sees or cares. So what if it hurts?

I beg, I scream, I pray, For all of the pain to go away, Because friends use me for advice, No one seeks me 'cause I'm too nice, Loved yet not, Hated yet not. My parents they say, We love even if you're this way. Do they know the pain? When they yell and complain? Because I will never be enough, Not for them, Not again. Thought I knew who I was, Happy, content, loved. But that was conditional, from those supposed to, love me unconditionally. They found the faults, Made fun, laughed hard, Watched as I cracked, as my grades failed.

And then it struck, The waves of hate, 'Cause if you don't get straight A's What is your fate? I picked them up, Momentarily, filled their cup, But to no avail, 'Cause I had still failed. It was one thing or the other, Always there, from mother and father.

Simple words, like needles they strike, Looks of anger, disappointment, spite, Stabbing, piercing, the places that hurt most. No one sees or cares. So what if it hurts?

#ananya talks #poem #something i wrote #depressing poem #tw dead mention #depression #sh #mental problems #mentally exhausted #im tired

[captaingondor]

When I asked for Rinnyx prompts, @thetreasurechest asked if he likes hugs. Rinnyx loves hugs! Here is a collection of hugs with Rinnyx now that I finally got around to finishing them all

(note: the last one is a spoiler for the book... all the rest happen before it begins)

Comforting hug 

I came to the palace after the funeral was over - I hadn't been in attendance, of course, but I'd watched the procession going from the palace to the temple square. I was a familiar guest of the prince in those days, so it wasn't hard for me to gain admittance. 

Seyetto had been very busy in the past several days, of course, so it was the first I'd been able to see him. There would be no state business today. 

Seyetto opened his door to me right away when he heard my voice, and I stepped inside. He was all in crisp black, and his eyes were red, but dry. Immediately I pulled him into a hug. He was stiff at first, then slowly relaxed. Seyetto had never been much of a hugger, but he was not quick to pull away from me. 

When I did, before I had a chance to speak my condolences, he put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Thank you for coming.”

As well thank the river for flowing downstream. I could not have done anything else. 

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Goodbye hug

“Don’t forget to write,” Mama said, standing by my side as we waited for the coach. “But don’t worry about us too much! Worry about your studies more. Not that you need to worry too much.” She put her hands on my shoulders and looked up at me, smiling, eyes glistening. It was enough to bring tears to my own eyes, although I was more excited than I ever had been in my life. “My brilliant boy! And thank your hostess for putting you up, she’s doing a wonderful thing for us. And-”

She’d given me all this advice before, already, but I suppose she wanted to do what she could for me while she still could. I just wanted to put her at ease. “I’ll be alright, Mama, you raised me well,” I said with a smile, blinking back those threatened tears. “And I’ll write as soon as I get there, I promise.”

“Don’t forget about us there at your fancy school,” she said, and then enveloped me in a hug, warm and tight and inexorable. Suddenly I was struck by just how far away from home I would be, and how long it would be before I saw her again. I squeezed her back tighter, pressing my face against her shoulder. 

"You know I never could."

Dershan slammed into us from behind, grabbing me and rubbing his fist on my head. "And don't get too full of yourself!" I laughed, and didn't even try to push him away. 

I was still disentangling myself from them when the coach arrived. 

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Christian-y side hug

It was a bit lonely, in the times when ordinary classes were not in session at the university, and the students who could go home more easily than I had departed. It would hardly have been worth going all the way to Pelasia and back even if there were no war, for the scant amount of time it would have given me there. But there was a war, so a visit home was entirely out of the question. I was never truly on break myself, but I did not want to be. There was so much I wanted to learn. 

I spent the time in intensive private studies with Vetta, practicing my languages with other international students who remained as I did, or attending what lectures the university still presented in the interim. There was plenty to keep me busy. But I missed the activity in the university halls, the full and bustling classrooms, and I missed my absent friends. 

So it was a bright day when Saire returned to Mirs and Vetta’s home ahead of the upcoming term, although the day itself was a bleak and cloudy one. I was there to meet her at the door, as she alighted from the carriage, putting a hand to her head to adjust her bonnet. She met my eyes and smiled, hurrying over.

“Rinnyx! Did you miss me?” She asked, arms outstretched. 

At the last moment, I had the sense to consider what sort of embrace might be appropriate with an unmarried young woman, and put an arm around her shoulders from the side, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. “Of course! There's too much house for just the three of us."

She laughed, and accepted it, sliding her arm around my back. “Going all proper Pelasian on us?” she said, and I shrugged, letting go. I wasn’t sure it was actually any more proper here to be too free with a member of the opposite sex in polite society, but perhaps I would have to pay better attention.

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Spinning hug

I was out early in the morning to run errands for Mirs and Vetta at the markets. Initially I'd been assigned the duty as a way to practice my language skills, but now I volunteered for it. I loved walking out and watching the city come to life, seeing all the people out in the streets, gathering the local gossip. 

I was bargaining over some eggs when I heard someone behind me calling my name and looked back to see Trine, the fruit seller I patronized, waving her arms. "Rinnyx! Come, come, I need to talk to you! The eggs can wait, come!" 

I excused myself and jogged over to her. Trine was always a good source of gossip, and liked to hear whatever stories I'd found out as well, but it was unusual for her to be this urgent about it. It must be something good. "What is it?" I asked, leaning against the side of her booth.

"I've just had someone come through here from the docks, and you know what they said? There's a ship in the harbor from Contran."

"Contran?" I stood up straight. Contran had been under blockade by the Westin navy for nearly two years. Had it finally broken? Was the war going badly for Pelasia?

"He said," Trine continued on, "that the war on the continent is over. Idana's surrendered to Pelasia."

It was over. It was over, and Pelasia had won, which meant Seyetto must be safe. They would all be safe now, no more fighting, no more fear. It was over! I laughed aloud, and on impulse grabbed Trine in a hug, spinning us both around. 

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don’t-let-go hug

By the time came back from Ybern, Mama and Fenwing and Enno had already mourned Dommil together, and I had mourned him alone. It was hard to bring up. I hadn't managed to put the detail that I had seen Dommil die in a letter, but they did know I'd been the last of us to see him alive. Maybe they wanted to hear something about that, but what was I supposed to say?

So I didn't say anything about it. We're good at that in this family. 

But then Dershan came home on leave. He'd been away from the rest of them when it happened, too. I don't like to play favorites, but despite being closest to me in age, Dershan was never the brother I was closest to. But we met eyes, once we'd gathered together and looked around at what was missing - we'd never all be together again - and we understood each other. 

We slipped out for a walk together after dinner, without having to say a word about it. "Was it clean?" Dershan asked. He was a soldier, too, he knew the sorts of things you saw in war. 

I swallowed. "He didn't feel any pain."

All I wanted at that moment was a hug from Dommil, but he wasn't there, and Dershan was, so I crashed against him and held him tight, and he patted my back, and we didn't say anything else. 

#something i wrote #red and gray #rinnyx

[kaitkingthewriter]

#kaitking #something i wrote #writers on tumblr

[girl-next-door-writes]

I Miss Your Stupid Face

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: He messed up. He knows that he has really messed everything up, but can he catch you to make a very rare apology before you head off on your latest mission, or will he be too late?

Word Count: 1515 words

As he stared out into the darkness of space, his face was void of all emotion. Anyone observing might have mistaken him for a droid, there was no indication or any hint of humanity in the figure staring at the spot which your fleet had disappeared into hyperdrive from. The last place he had been able to see you. Well, not exactly see you, because you were in the ship and he was here but… that was the spot you had existed in before leaving him forever.

It had been such a short amount of time since your departure, but Armitage missed you. He guessed he should get used to that though, since you were disgusted with him. How could you not be? He was disgusted with himself. He had been so stubborn and stupid. It had been foolish to open himself up, to trust you. Foolish to believe he was worthy of love, after all, his own father couldn’t love him, so how could someone as wonderful as you?

It had been easy to fool himself, easy to hope that it was true because you had made it easy. After his accidental confession, he had found himself at the door to your quarters at some unsociable hour, somehow plucking up the courage to let you know that the ‘she’ in question was, in fact, ‘you’. This had led to shared meals, both in the canteen where you sat opposite each other and kept a professional distance, and in his quarters where food was often forgotten, and stolen kisses turned into passionate embraces on his sofa.

Armitage had insisted that this budding relationship needed to be kept hidden, fearing that Ren would use you against him in any way he could. So, most of your interactions were firmly behind closed doors and he had almost perfected his passive expression whenever your paths crossed while working. Almost. And that is where the problems originated.

Ren had been watching the situation with a blend of curiosity and amusement. The idea that Hux believed he could hide those little thoughts of you that drifted to the forefront of his mind was laughable. The General practically radiated his feelings for you, and Ren decided to use this information to his own advantage. After all, torturing Hux was so much fun.

“I think we need to address fraternization on base once more.” Ren said as he stopped behind Hux on the bridge. “It is causing… distractions.”

“Distractions? I believe productivity and focus has never been so high. I have not seen any indication that there are ‘distractions’.” Hux clenched his jaw, fighting back any thoughts of you in his mind.

“That is because you are distracted, General. I understand that a physical release is required, some way to vent frustrations, but once emotions are involved, that is when it becomes dangerous. Whatever arrangement the two of you have, you and your Captain, you are the one who has caught feelings. Feelings lead to distraction.” Ren warned, smirking beneath his helmet as he spotted you approaching from behind Hux.

“She is not a ‘distraction’. I have no ‘feelings’ for the girl, it is a mutually beneficial physical arrangement, nothing more. She is good at her job and an adequate partner in the bedroom. You have your paramours, allow me mine. My focus is as sharp as ever. Do you really think someone like her could turn my head? Could steal my attention from The Order?”

“So, she simply warms your bed?” Ren asked, raising his eyebrow he watched your expression as you paused, awaiting his answer rather than interrupting the conversation.

“Nothing more.” Hux confirmed with a smug smile, feeling he had fooled Ren into believing him.

You blinked a few times before nodding to yourself and turning to leave. Ren was sending you with a small fleet to deal with a incursion on the outer rim and it had been your intention to say farewell to Armitage, believing that your relationship was more than just a physical release. Now him wanting to keep things secret made so much more sense, and you felt like you had just been punched in the stomach.

Ren waited until he was certain you had gone before shrugging. “Was she aware of that? She seemed rather upset when she heard you define your arrangement in such terms.”

“What?” Hux’s face drained of all colour as he looked around for you.

“I assume the Captain was coming to inform you that she is leaving on her mission. She caught the tail end of our conversation and chose to exit rather than interrupt.”

“Excuse me.” Hux strode from the bridge, he had to get to the docking bay, needed to explain.

His heart pounded as he broke into a run, not caring how desperate it made him look. He needed to get to you, needed to explain that he hadn’t meant any of it, that he was trying to protect you. His boots screeched as he skidded around a corner, a group of Storm Troopers pressing themselves against the wall to allow him to pass. Armitage didn’t even break his stride, not caring what they thought of him, the only person who mattered to him was about to leave and he had to stop that from happening. You couldn’t go while thinking he didn’t care for you, that this had all been an act.

Careening into the docking bay, he screamed out to stop the ship. People jumped at his order, scrambling to try and prevent the launch, but it was too late. Armitage had to stand there and watch your ship speed away. Frantically, he looked around, trying to find a way to get to you. He grabbed a transmitter, rushing over to get a better view, to make sure you were still in sight.

“Captain. Captain! This is your General. Captain, answer your comms.” He barked, his frustration boiling over, his fear coming out as anger. As the silence lengthened, his shoulders slumped and he whispered, “please.”

“General.” Your voice was tight and he knew you were incredibly hurt, but he couldn’t help smiling at the sound of your voice.

“Turn the ship around. I need you to return to base.”

“Is that an order, General, or a request?” There was something in the way you had spat his title that had his brow furrowing. If he told you, it was an order then that would be abusing his position, but that might be the only way to get you in front of him. He was about to tell you that it was indeed an order, but then he realised that would just reinforce what you already thought of him.

“It was a request, darling. Please. I am not asking this as your General, I’m asking this as your… as a man who is incredibly bad at relationships. A man who is navigating unfamiliar territory with all these feelings and I have made a mistake, I do make mistakes, and I probably will continue to make new and different mistakes in the future. I know that I hurt you, that was never my intention. I would rather have my face ripped off by a Wookie than cause you a single moment of pain. Please, don’t leave me.” He stared at the ship which was still moving away from him. The vulnerability in his voice had everyone around him frozen, watching with bated breath because there was a chance that anyone standing near Hux was about to have the weight of his heartbreak focused on them, and nobody wanted to be that guy.

“General, I-“ The communication was broken off as your ship slipped into hyperdrive, taking you out of the range of his comm unit.

A hollow feeling spread through him, heat rising in his cheeks, the familiar pain of humiliation washing over him. How could he have been so naïve to tell you so openly how he felt? Not only that, but so publicly! Everyone had heard his declaration, and your response, or lack of. He knew that confession would leave him defenseless, but part of him had believed you would be there to catch him, now he had nothing but the cruel sting of rejection to contend with.

And so, he stood there, staring at the spot in the darkness that had stolen his chance at happiness from him. If the universe were perfect then you would be here in his embrace, listening to his apologies and reassuring him with your sweet kisses. Armitage realised that he would never get to kiss you again, that he had been robbed of a final parting kiss, that the last time his lips had found yours had been far too brief. If he had known that would be the last time he could kiss you then he would have ensured it lasted an eternity, that he had poured every emotion he felt for you into it, but that was not to be. Instead, he would spend the rest of his life just missing your stupid face.

#Armitage Hux x reader #Armitage Hux #Hux x reader #gndw mini series #something i wrote

[witchkxng]

To Ophidia, of transition: 

I think of snakes coming out of eggs. Poured red over their little white bedsheets, piercing heads slick and tired. Thinking of accidents. Of when the men birthed you, guilty of the subordinate pleasure of carrying, pushing, splitting open. Sirens going off big crimson. That metal box an imperfect incubator, those sleeping shapes warped by it, the rest of us wrong things crying out at your advent. Your bodies are pulled out amorphous; eyes clouded still and loud. Repentant! weeps the earth. And thus do men shudder with relief. We pray to whoever listens to ground-crawlers and half-men, that our babies In excelsis deo. Rivers swell up pregnant. And the men say what else to do but baptism belated, call out to the priests hovering rampant above us and do the thing right. Even for the snakes, even for the offending bodies, the dirt-eaters.

#poetry #transgender #poem #snakes #trans rights #trans #queer #hollis poetry #something i wrote #no one will ever see this but i'm posting it anyways

[freuleinanna]

The Warrior and her Death

here's my little Poe-inspired contribution to the verna x madeline fandom because i'm feeling poetic and because i'm a bitch for metaphorizing everything i see through epic AUs. and if you like it, it's also on ao3

So then, in ruins of the world, a ruthless warrior comes forth: an ancient sword is tame and quiet, well-fed on what was once desired, but useless now.

No shame or crown. The golden helmet's flying down, revealing hair, an ashen mane, that winds are tangling with rain.

'You win,' she says. Her bitter voice is all like cracking on the walls. 'I'm old, and grey, and soon to die; you win. From you, I shall not hide.'

A joyous laughter springs with flowers that only bloom in deathly hours.

'I didn't know we were at war,' says she, whomafter, there's no' more, and gently strokes the ashen hair away from eyes, touch light as air.

'Old! what a courage there must be to call you old in front of me. As new as stars. I watched you burning the brightest gold - with pain, with yearning - and here you are at last, my love.

Be not afraid, but look above: between the dying and the falling the stars live but a single moment, but how you lived!

I've missed you, child, as beautiful, and strong, and wild as I remember you. Come near. Where there is love, there's never fear.'

A touch again, of gentle passion, warmth on a cheek, as though confession, a breath as sweet as songs of larks, and in-between, it all grows dark.

And so, among the paling flowers, the warrior remains for hours, for days and decades neverending; her sword and helmet rusting, fainting,

yet nothing touches withered lips blessed with a smile, and deathly kiss.

#it's not necessarily good but i figured why the fuck not #couldn't completely ignore madeline's situationship with Death haha #i guess it's what their story could have been/was to an extent? #a true warrior exhausting all methods to defeat death #only to here they were never fighting. that death is loving. #anyway it's right up my alley #ancient beings and mortal humans feral enough to attract attention and interest and move #that's just poetry as it is guys #tfothou #tfothou tv #the fall of the house of usher #fall of the house of usher #tfothou spoilers #madeline usher #verna #madeline x verna #verna x madeline #death poetry #something i wrote

[bookbanem]

I was desperate to find this thing. This thing so important that it marked me everywhere. I felt the lack every day. Every hour. In every smile. In every cry. Yet I was far too self-absorbed and lazy to actually look for her.

So I imagined it was a person, I was convinced it had to be a person. That what I was missing should be her, finally Him.

And He would end up finding me right? Because if he was what I was missing, then, somewhere, I was what he was missing too, right?

#perhaps #love qoute #something i wrote #romantizm #writing #writeblr #female writers #romanticism #bookworm

[lover-in-the-graveyard]

Ah… to feel a love so strong that it brings you to tears

The quiet whispers and warmth of each other

To cry out of something other than distress

So strong, yet so gentle and graceful

A love that surpasses every other feeling

Blooming in the middle of a field of loneliness,

To find the meaning of happiness in an embrace

Still, being far from happy

Once you get drunk on that gaze

There’s only tears, my love…

For no other could move my heart like this

#spilled poetry #poem #poetry #love poem #love #writeblr #writing #poetblr #something i wrote #a poem i wrote #love poetry #cute poems #not romantic btw

[bee26s]

You say I don’t listen, but it’s hard to hear anything outside the voice in my head.

#in my thoughts #my thoughts #anxious #anxiety #severe anxiety #social anxiety #general anxiety disorder #anxiety problems #depressed #me #bipolar disorder #sad #mental illness #depressing tumblr #bipolar #bipolar two disorder #mentally ill #actually bipolar #something i wrote #mood disorder #explaining my depression #manic