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Emperor Geta x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, gladiatorial combat, animalistic tendencies, uhhhg there’s a breeding kink. This was not proofread.

Word Count: 2.3k

Authors Comments: Iiiii was a major Roman Empire nerd as a kid, so if there’s stuff you’re like “that seemed specific” about? I promise you the research was done and I had to consult my notebooks from when I was a teeny tot (like a young teen). And yes, thumbs up signified death because it represented an upturned sword for combat, and the thumbs down signified sparing the loser, by turning your sword down to sheath

The light fabric of the linen chiton you wore felt like chains, the beautiful gold brooches holding it in place and the belt that rested low on your waist like the shackles. Leading you to a life you’d never wanted. To a future you knew you’d loathe so deeply. This wasn’t the life you’d dreamt of as a young woman. Bringing peace to an empire, marrying a man who was made perfectly for you by the gods.

All of these opportunities had been ripped from between your fingers. Your life slipped away the moment you’d heard that Emperor Geta had set his sights on you. He was callous, pompous, the human equivalent of a promenading lion. He thought nothing but the best of himself, and believed he deserved things equally as good. One of those things being you.

Your finger delicately worked on adjusting the raw leather straps of your sandals. The stephane felt like it was weighting your whole body down, veil swishing against your nape, sending chills down your spine. That the earth may swallow you whole in one fell motion was a wishful thought as you carefully examined the large hall.

It was egregious, how much gold one man could have. How many statues of himself an individual could bare to own. Slowly standing from the large chaise you’d been guided too and approaching one. tracing the curve of his nose, the apples of his cheeks. The manic look they’d managed to capture in his marble portrait, captured perfectly within the massive pupils. Scoffing lightly before hearing a laugh from behind you that caused your skin to pebble viciously. Turning around to face him.

The statue somehow didn’t manage to perfectly capture his mania. Pupils so wide they looked almost entirely black. A wolfish grin. His entire body reeked of need and want.

“You, are even more beautiful than Caracalla described…just look at you-“ his hands clamped down on your upper arms. Holding you in place as he hummed. “You’ll do nicely…” he murmured as you quirked a brow lightly.

You prayed that when you asked, he’d give you a different answer than what you’d been prepared for. Not wanting to surrender yourself to matrimony with a man so viciously bloodthirsty and self righteous. “What will I do nicely for, imperator?” You whispered as he let his eyes glaze over your body. Taking in every inch of you before nodding.

“Don’t be silly, you know what I brought you here for. I have chosen you to be my empress. Not Caracalla’s. Strictly my own.” He insisted as he moved a hand up to grip your jaw while humming. “You’ll take to the role with pride. A loving and affectionate empress…and you’ll give me my sons to lead the future of my empire once my time has come. Am I understood?” He questioned as you scoffed lightly to yourself. Fixing your rings and pulling away. Pacing the large floor of the hall as he kept his eyes on you. Ready to pounce if necessary.

“I am marrying you strictly for familial agreement. Through my loyalty for my empire and my dedication to my familial name…it has nothing to do with you.” You murmured as he sucked on his teeth lightly. You weren’t afraid of him, you saw yourself as an independent being, even a possible equal. An equal amount of hatred that matched his levels of obsession. Overall, he was clearly agitated by your lack of throwing yourself at him, the need for you to desperately present yourself to him. Though he wouldn’t push it. To get you out from under Caracalla’s thumb was difficult enough, so he’d take what he could get.

“Your chambers are prepared, you’ll be dressed for our wedding and you’ll smile. You’ll be grateful.” He ordered as you nodded, allowing the two women by the doorway to follow you out as you sighed in frustration to yourself.

These women were terrified to touch you, though they attempted to feebly conceal their terror as you hummed. Hair carefully arranged with an orange veil placed atop. Slipping into the white woven fabric of your wedding tunic, and slipped on orange sandals. Careful with them as you worked on fastening the knot of Hercules around your waist. Nodding slowly as you assessed yourself in the mirror.

It felt like lead lined your stomach as you approached the large garden, eyes meeting with Geta’s own. Your family and his court clearly anxiously awaiting your arrival. Your dowry had been exchanged, and Geta grinned delightedly at the sight of you approaching. Wringing his fingers, rings loudly knocking together as you frowned in mild fury. He was childish and cocky and self absorbed, albeit a bit handsome.

You stopped in front of him as the two of you read over the marriage contract. His eyes constantly flicking up to you as you lifted your metal pen from the inkwell. Scrawling your name with confidence as he followed suit. His hand suddenly clutching your left wrist as your head whipped to look at him. Geta removing the thick red stoned ring upon one of his fingers and slipping it onto one of your own as he hummed contentedly. Clearly awaiting reciprocation for his affections.

You carefully took his face, pressing a pursed lip kiss to his own plush pink lips as he cradled the back of your head and your waist. Satisfied with his win. Cementing your future with your new husband, as empress.

Your wedding was a few months ago, and in that time you’d been growing to know, like, and even love Geta. Although shrouded in cruel mystery, he did have a tender heart when it came to you. Gifting you lavishly, bathing you in riches and praise. You’d never gone to bed on an empty stomach, and you managed to share romantic pleasantries with him regularly.

You sat beside him as you watched a battle in the coliseum. Head perched on your fist in boredom as he smiled wide at you. The folds of your brooches and adornments complimenting the rich purples of your own robes. Your stephane crooked as his hand delicately reached up to adjust it. “Isn’t this delightful my heart?” He whispered eagerly as you scoffed in light amusement. Grinning lightly at him as you kissed his rings lightly.

“It’s alright. Gladiator fights have never…settled my nerves. If anything the bloodsport terrifies me…” you murmured as his own lips pulled into a tight frown. Though unlike usual, he didn’t have a smart or cold comment to make.

You carefully watched the two men fight, though you could barely call them that. Barely older than sixteen a piece as you chewed on your lip. The larger of the two slamming his sword into the smaller boys shield. Reminding you of the kind boys you’d known in your youth who had the whole world in front of them, stolen in war. Your heart heavy at the sight.

Geta’s eyes were trained on you. Noticing the paleness in your face, watering eyes as you left your chair to look over the edge of the balcony at these boys. Heart pounding in your ears as he sighed. He was furious, he was angry…love had “weakened” him, was what Caracalla had lamented before. But in his eyes, it simply made him better for you. Being weak for one’s own wife was impossible.

Your head whipped to look at him as the smaller boy was bloodied and bruised. Whipped to the ground by his foe as Geta stood slowly for the crowd to see.

He lifted his hand slowly, glancing over at you as his thumb rested on its side. He would typically give a thumbs up, signaling the death of the weaker boy…but instead his thumb dropped. The crowd gasping at the young man being spared at the Emperors command.

Geta’s eyes flicked to you one last time. Seeing nothing but adoration in them as he dismissed his co-contributors frustrated muttering, walking off with you to your shared chambers as he hummed in your ear.

“You’re welcome…” he whispered as you rolled your eyes lightly at him. Kissing his cheek lightly as you closed the large doors behind yourself.

With your back to him, you slowly worked on unhooking the brooches of your chiton, letting the fabric pool at your feet as you worked on removing your sandals slowly. Hearing his movements stop, eyes on you as you grinned lightly over your shoulder.

“You have shown such monumental growth…and kindness…and change, my emperor…” you whispered as you stalked towards him. His breath shaky and heavy as he carefully nodded. “I am so amazed by you…” you murmured as he watched your hands making work of the fasteners on his own tunic. It slipping down his shoulders as you smiled.

“I want…to reward you,” you murmured into his ear. Geta was a man who worked on praise, adoration and reward. He needed something for every “accomplishment” he made. This time you’d give him something more.

He let himself be lied back on your massive bed, his cock slowly hardening. Pressed to his stomach. Cheeks and chest flushed as you hummed lightly to yourself. He deserved this, even if it was simple human decency…it was a major turning point for him.

You kissed along his jaw, down his neck, his chest. Lightly nipping at his flushed skin as you worked lower and lower. Pressing kisses down his stomach and licking along the light indentations of his abs before finally paying attention to his desperate cock.

Already twitching lightly, Geta was not a hard man to work up. Lightly pressing warm, open mouthed kisses along his shaft. Tenderly massaging his balls as he whimpered lightly at your ministrations. Following your movements with frantic eyes.

He shivered lightly as he felt your lips lightly wrap around his tip. Lazily sucking and stroking the rest of his shaft lightly. Having used your kisses from earlier as a bit of lubrication. Stroking in time with your slowly bobbing head. Every few moments getting lower and lower. Relishing on the velvety feeling of his thick cock against your tongue. Finally taking your hand away and placing it on his hip. The other taking his right hand and leading it to the back of your head as he trembled lightly. “My heart…please-“ his whisper wasn’t much more than a breath.

The lewd noises of you taking him deep down your throat, slowly sucking while hollowing out your cheeks. Obediently tending to his needs as you groaned desperately against him. Your free hand trailing downward to massage your own clit as he bucked his hips lightly.

“You tease me…” he growled out. “With your desperate hands, your heavenly mouth, your body on full display…you tear me into nothing but tatters of a man…and you relish in my desperation,” he hissed as you pulled your head off.

Stroking his cock lightly as you maintained eye contact with him. Your own blown out with need and want as you continued to tend to your own clit. Sensitive bud twitching under your small, circular motions. Geta’s eyes trained on simply you. Filled with nothing but love and obsession as he growled.

Taking your wrists firmly, he pulled your hands away from both of your own sensitive bodies. Working on lying you back as he pressed his lips to your ear. “You’re a temptress…and you’ll understand just how deeply I want for you…and you’ll give me my sons,” he hissed as he worked one of your legs up around his waist. Keeping one hand on your wrists, pinned above your head as he lined himself up with your wanting cunt. Slowly easing himself into you.

You could feel every vein, every curve. A desperate moan being ripped from you as you arched your back lightly. Geta’s soft laugh and heaving breaths the only other noise you could focus on. His mouth greedily kissing along your soft skin. Nipping at your shoulders and neck. Trailing down to your breasts. Lightly taking your left nipple between his teeth. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud while lazily rolling his hips. Breeding you on his terms.

“Fucking…mnghhh…you’re so good~” he mumbled between mouthfuls of greedy kisses. His thrusts short and swift. Though deep enough to give that knot in your stomach a bit of reprieve. Humming contentedly to himself as he watched your lust clouded eyes. “I can’t promise that you’ll be able to do much once im finished…” he murmured as he began to focus on his thrusts.

Deep and swift, pressing deep into your twitching cunt, your wrists finally free of his grasp as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Holding him close as he fucked deeper into you. “It’s a blessing, to get to carry the future of our empire. Thank me for blessing you…” he growled out as he held your hips firmly. Your moans in time with his thrusts as you struggled to form a single coherent thought.

“Fuck!…thank you, for allow-…allowing me to carry your heirs, and the future of Rome!” Your voice cracked between moans as he laughed lightly. Working on bringing you to your orgasm as he hummed.

Your body felt like it was ablaze, each thrust causing that knot to unravel further and further. Whimpering in desperation and squawking desperately before letting your head fall back. His name spilling past your lips before feeling that knot come undone. Mouth falling open in incoherent babbles as Geta fucked you through your orgasm. Making sure you were thoroughly satisfied and gritting his teeth.

Unable to hold himself back much longer, his thrusts became short and swift before he hilted himself deep within you and came. His own mutters just broken up syllables of your name, trembling arms, and weak kisses along your skin. His body collapsing upon your own as he pressed hot and gentle kisses to your skin.

“I love you…” he murmured, allowing his eyes to close as you lightly combed through his hair. Your own growing heavy as you sighed.

“I love you too…”

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Book Showcase: ANATOMY OF A MEET CUTE by Addie Woolridge

Today's book showcase features an #excerpt from the just-released ANATOMY OF A MEET CUTE by @addiewrites, published by #Montlake. #fiction #romance #newrelease #recommendedread @AmazonPub @IAmMBlankenship #BlankenshipPR

Anatomy of a Meet Cute by Addie WoolridgeISBN: 9781662504570 (Trade Paperback)ISBN: 9798400105005 (Audiobook on CD)ASIN: B0BLZPXN6S (Audible audiobook)ASIN: B0B68899C8 (Kindle edition)Page Count: 331Release Date: March 7, 2023Publisher: MontlakeGenre: Fiction | Romance | Multicultural Romance | Romantic Comedy Sparks fly when an ob-gyn butts heads with a doctor at her new hospital in this…

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Depois de literalmente três anos longe do 1x1 e até mesmo do tumblr por ‘n’ motivos, eu decidi voltar porque no fim das contas era e ainda é a melhor terapia, lully linda tá de prova disso sim. ENTÃO BORA LÁ? Eu sou a Addie e pra quem me conhecia de anos atrás, a própria addie do @addiewrites e pra quem vai conhecer agora a addie desse aqui mesmo FDSUISDF

Por estar de volta e sedenta eu quero vários plotzinhos lindos e maravilhosos, eu tenho uma lista de wishes e por hora apenas dois plots bunny reblogados, mas nada impede que vocês me mandem o que queiram jogar, real. Vou deixar embaixo do read more alguns aqui meus. E se quiserem jogar é só chamar no chat ou então deixar um likezineo aqui que vou atrás de vocês, sem problema. ♥

Um au! do Estranho Mundo de Jack, mas com a diferença de que as seria com pessoas reais. Se alguém já assistiu o filme sabe que a Sally é filha do Dr. Finklestein e ela é toda costurada por ser uma espécie de versão feminina do Frankestein. No au! todas essas costuras dela seriam cicatrizes de abusos sofridos pelo pai, todas seriam de maneiras severas e existiriam nos mesmos locais que as costuras que ela possui na animação. Aqui a Sally não gostaria muito de sair na rua por acreditar que as pessoas temeriam olhar para ela por conta de sua face e seu corpo e mesmo ela trabalhando na farmácia que pertence ao pai ela tem vergonha de se apresentar as pessoas, mesmo que todos estejam acostumados com a face dela. Então um dia ela conhece um forasteiro que surge na farmácia para comprar alguns remédios necessários para sua próxima viagem, que seria ele então o Jack. Diferente de todo mundo, ele veria uma beleza única na Sally e daria um jeito de mostrar a ela que é bela do jeito que é. O plot seria nisso de Jack mostrar uma nova visão do mundo e dela mesma pra Sally. Ela finalmente conhecendo o que era/é amor de verdade.

Algum au! ou até mesmo plot que seja do Capitão América (Steve Rogers) com o Soldado Invernal (Bucky Barnes), ou até mesmo algum com o Bucky e um personagem oc, no problem.

Algum plot com uma dessas quatro gay versions aqui: (x, x, x e x)

Onde Muse A é uma princesa refugiada de seu país, o qual ela iria se tornar a futura rainha já que seus pais haviam sido assassinados e ninguém sequer teve conhecimento acerca do assassino. No dia da coroação ela sofreu um atentado que a fizera fugir sem nem olhar para trás. Acabou então por ser encontrada por um fazendeiro próximo a fronteira e passara a morar com ele e lá ela conhece Muse B que odeia totalmente os trejeitos da princesa e sequer acredita em qualquer palavra dela, pois acha que é só uma desculpa por ser uma garota ridiculamente mimada, mas conforme vai passando o tempo eles vão se aproximando cada vez mais e Muse B começa a ver que a garota tem um coração bom.

Muse A e Muse B são espiões, foram designados a descobrirem um desfalque em uma empresa e o roubo de diversas pinturas mais do que valiosas em seus respectivos países. Porém, para que tudo desse certo e eles tivessem de conseguir uma maior eficiência em suas missões, eles teriam de fingir serem noivos. Mas o que ninguém esperava era que isso os tornaria mais próximos do que deveria.

Depois de hoje ver um filme de uma das várias versões da cinderella, um em que Muse A teria perdido o pai e passado a morar com a madrasta e as duas irmãs horrorosas e ela conhece Muse B que vê nela uma garota doce e gentil e até mesmo um tanto quanto louca dependendo da situação, mas não sabe que por trás de tanta loucura ou até mesmo suposta felicidade existe uma garota que sofre dos mais diversos abusos e que sofre a cada vez que sua madrasta ousa abrir a boca para falar com ela.

NÃO SÃO DE MINHA AUTORIA MAS QUE ADORARIA JOGAR:

give me a m/m or f/f plot where both of them aren’t out to their parents yet and spend nights at each other’s houses. their parents think they’re just being teenagers and doing whatever best friends do when they’re actually making out and having sex and all that throughout the night and it’s just a lot of “stop moaning so loud, you’re going to wake everyone” and teasing them behind their family’s back when they’re not looking

//au where the head cheerleader of one team has a secret fling with the quarterback of her rival school and if someone finds out they could get kicked off of both of their teams that’s how fierce the competition is gIVE ME

a plot where MUSE A and MUSE  B have been best friends since.. forever, they are basically joined at the hip and would do anything for the other, but the only problem is that they always get jealous when the other hangs out with a potential love interest. one day, MUSE A and MUSE B go to a friend’s party together and get drunk and kiss - but only MUSE A remembers after that night, and MUSE B has no idea whatsoever what happened. MUSE A realizes that he has developing feelings for his friend and it all goes from there…

soulmate au where hermione felt the exact moment draco got his dark mark and she withered to her bedroom floor in pain and she could see all the disgusting things he would have to endure bc he can’t hold it back and there’s so many tears and hoarse screams that they can’t tell what’s coming from who and even though they know they’re soulmates they’ve barely interacted outside of insults but hermione in unbearable pain pushes some of her softest memories towards him like buying her favorite sugar quills, twirling in her favorite white sundress, the quiet of the library, going apple picking, the moment where she touched him for the first time when they stuck on a moving staircase and tbh that was enough for draco to get by.

“i’m a vampire and we met when you were still human and we fell in love and planned out our whole eternal life together but on the night i turned you i freaked out over the commitment and abandoned you in the middle of the night & now it’s over a century later and we’re only just seeing each other again for the first time since and there’s so much hatred in your eyes when you look at me but fuck you still look just as hot and make my heart race as much as you did back then and i think i made the biggest mistake of my life in leaving” au (☉‿☉✿)

plot where muse a’s girlfriend/boyfriend/family member/best friend dies and muse b see’s him break down after the funeral by his/her car, offering to drive muse a home. muse b spends the next couple of years being muse a’s best friend, taking care of them when no one else knew how. they help them apply to schools, make sure they go out and socialize, and basically nurture through grief attentively. flash forward three years, they are both now in college either nearby or at the same school and muse a brings their new significant other home for christmas. little did they know, muse b has held a deep crush and love for muse a for years now, waiting patiently for them to be ready for a real relationship. muse b become furious with muse a, jealousy taking over them. the plot starts with muse be screaming ‘i gave you three years of my life. i gave you everything i had and this is how you repay me?’ before christmas dinner I WOW please someone give this to me now.

plot about muse a and muse b who were two high school sweethearts who had a really bad break-up but are always kind of on each other’s minds even as the years pass and then one day muse a moves into an apartment complex miles away from their hometown because of a job and their neighbor is constantly having sex and it’s just getting really annoying so one night they they go knock on the door to say ‘HEY CAN YOU STOP BANGING ALL THE TIME I’M TRYING TO SLEE–’ and then whoops it’s muse b. surprise!!

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"Can I kiss you?" "I kinda wanna be more than friends." "I'm not gonna hurt you." /theogan

“Can I kiss you?" 

A resposta para tal pergunta era clara em sua mente, mas por mais que o ‘sim’ fosse escorrer com facilidade de seus lábios, Theo teve que segurá-lo por alguns segundos. Aquele era um divisor de águas e ele sabia, um divisor para o Logan hétero e aquele interessado no melhor amigo, para o Theo com um amor unilateral pelo moreno para o que finalmente alcançava o que tanto queria e o mais importante, para os dois melhores amigos de infância para algo que ele nem sabia o que seria e por Deus, isso o aterrorizava. Logan sempre fora o corajoso entre os dois e a prova estava ali, na presença do maior ao seu lado no sofá e a frase sussurrada para ele há poucos segundos e a tentação era tanta, tanta, que apesar do pavor que lhe tomava o corpo, o menor não segurou a frase solta em seguida. “Yes.” Sussurrou quase um implorar, não tendo coragem de olhar para as safiras a sua frente ao dizê-lo, segurando na ponta dos dedos a barra da camisa alheia e tomando uma respiração forte antes de erguer o olhar para se deparar com o do maior, encontrando ali a mesma devoção que sempre se deparava. “Please, do it.”

"I kinda wanna be more than friends." 

Theo deixou que uma risada leve passasse por seus lábios para a frase do maior, enganando a si mesmo ao negar o reboliço que a simples sentença provocou em seu estômago, fingindo continuar atento ao filme que estavam assistindo. “But we already are, we’re bff dude.” Brincou, insistindo em agir como se aquela frase não significasse o que ele sabia que significava pelo simples fato de Theo ser um idiota e sempre fugir daquilo que poderia fazê-lo feliz, mas que ele preferia não tentar alcançar pelo puro medo de perder o pouco que já tinha e que se considerava merecedor de ter. E por tudo que havia de mais sagrado, que Logan tinha que estar para lá de fora de sua mente para achar que haveria um mundo onde Theo fosse ser bom o suficiente para ser algo mais. Não, o moreno já estava satisfeito por ter o que o maior já havia lhe dado.

"I’m not gonna hurt you." 

Um riso quebrado lhe deixou os lábios para isso, um se qualquer humor enquanto o moreno apertava mais os próprios braços envolta de seu meio, dando um apoio para si mesmo por saber que precisava e que não poderia recebê-lo do maior. “I know you wouldn’t do on purpose.” Ele sabia, mesmo, afinal, em todos aqueles anos Logan nunca havia feito algo do tipo e ele sabe que não seria por sua amizade ter evoluído para algo mais que mudaria isso, mas não era essa a questão. “I know you wouldn’t do on purpose but you’ll do anyway when you realize this isn’t what you want. You … you’re not gay, Logan, you don’t have to pretend to be for me.” E só Theo sabia o quanto lhe doía dizer algo assim, mas era a verdade e ele teria que encará-la, agora ou mais pra frente quando os dois estivessem machucados e em um ponto sem retorno e para o bem ou mal, Theo escolheria aquele que ele achava que conseguiria conviver com.

[addie-chi]

I already miss writin Cecil x Camus fanfiction you guys.. I am hard t work writin my Tales of Xillia 2 fanfic that I am havin a debate to even publish online because of what it is but uuughhh 

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addiewrites respondeu a sua postagem: amores que gostam de marvel e tals, eu preciso de...

dependendo da idade que você quer dar, mas a vic ou phoebe <3

É mais ou menos 19/20, elas são as que estão na frente da fila para serem escolhidas kk

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ღ ✐ ♪ (vai princesa, responde

(nunca reblogo essas coisas de ask porque certezona que ninguém vai me mandar nada AÍ VEM VOCÊ E

ღ - mottos?

Sempre espere o pior porque se der ruim você tá preparada e se der certo vai ser uma surpresa agradável.

✐ - fave types of movies?

TODOS. Amo todos os filmes. Tem nota 10% no Rotten Tomatoes? Tô vendo. Maior blockbuster do ano? Vejo também. Quer me recomendar um filme independente canadense? Pode mandar. Filmes são as melhores coisas nesse planetinha azul e mesmo com os piores dá para aprender alguma coisa. Mas se eu tiver que escolher três estilos que curto bastante eles seriam: animações, ficção científica e os independentes.

♪ - music you like?

Hmhm, isso é tão amplo quanto os filmes… Atualmente tenho ouvido MUITA trilha sonora de musicais. Se eu tiver que recomendar três (e só se não eu faço uma lista enorme) eu sugiro Book of Mormon, Heathers: The Musical e o revival do Sweeney Todd de 2005.Também ando na vibe de ouvir música mais tranquila tipo as do Active Child e do Alt-J.Ainda tenho muito amor pelas bandas que construiram meu caráter quando eu era mais nova tipo My Chem (banda favorita, hands down) e as japonesas tipo Buck-Tick e Luna Sea.Maaaaas se eu tiver que escolher só um estilo eu digo post-punk porque Joy Division, The Cure e The Smiths são a santíssima trindade dessa vida.

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addiewrites replied to your post: is my dash just dead or did tumblr break

tumblr resolve to have a break for while ):

yep, i can see that now tbh everybody is catching on

ofc it breaks nice job tumblr staff

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For all my lovelies, my ducklings! The coffee shop series has come to a close!!! But!!! I’ll be writing an 80’s AU, still maintaining a gender neutral reader of COURSE! Dan is still gonna be a musician but you’re meeting him when he’s starting to push to make it big!!! Y’all will love it!!!

[munsonmuses]

Are you making a new chapter to the Danny fanfics? I absolutely love your work 💙

For my ones on AO3? Yes! But here I’ll be starting a new one with an 80’s AU!

[munsonmuses]

How have you been? We haven't heard much from our wonderful writer,just making sure everything is ok😊

Everything is fine my lovely! Thank you for checking! Just occupied with things. But I promise I’m getting the work in for the 80’s AU for Dan x Reader. I really appreciate you checking in

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addiewrites said: Para de me deixar na tentação de mais plots contigo uahauahaau

Desculpa, mas não vai dar.- q PAOSKEPOAE

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“I know you’re hurting. I am, too.” “Can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of?” “I’m your worst fear, you’ll find it in me.” (theogan

“I know you’re hurting. I am, too.”

“Você tá sofrendo? Eu… tô machucando você?” Perguntou com uma voz tão quebrada quanto seu peito se sentia, perdendo sua vista entre os olhos claros do outro e o chão por ser quase fisicamente doloroso ver o peso nos olhos do maior. “Não, não Logan, não diz isso! Olha, eu posso mudar, ok? Eu posso… eu posso fazer melhor, eu juro!” Disse em meio ao desespero, dando alguns passos erráticos em direção ao outro, mas voltando como se houvesse sido queimado ao perceber que, dessa vez, um contato físico saindo de si poderia não ser muito bem recebido pelo outro. “Olha, eu posso esconder isso, eu posso controlar. Nós vamos ser apenas os melhores amigos de sempre, eu juro, só por favor, por favor não…” Não o que? ‘Não me deixe’, ‘não me odeie’? Eram tantos medos que Theo não sabia nem dizer qual deles doeria mais. “Só… me diz o que fazer, por favor.”

“Can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of?”

“Eu não sei, de você me odiar?” Murmurou como se fosse obvio, escondendo a cabeça entre as mãos, sentado como se orasse para aquela situação a sua frente não estivesse acontecendo, não tendo coragem de erguer os olhos par pura covardia e se sentindo o mais inútil dos homens por não conseguir nem mesmo ver a verdade que ele sabia que estaria estampada na face do melhor amigo. “Me corrija se eu estiver errado, mas não são todos os caras que lidam bem com o melhor amigo sendo gay, sabe.” Continuou no mesmo tom, pouco comum para ele, mas que não poderia ser diferente naquela hora, não quando ele tinha que dizer o obvio pra Logan e ao mesmo tempo temer a reação do outro para isso.

“I’m your worst fear, you’ll find it in me.”

Theo balança a cabeça em uma negação muda e agarra os ombros de Logan, esperando este estender seu sinal e levantar seu olhar para que os deles ficassem no mesmo nível. “Eu nunca, nunca, teria medo de você, Logan” Disse sem por um momento desviar os olhos dos azuis a sua frente, esperando que o maior visse nos seus o que talvez as palavras não poderiam mostrar, porque ele sabe que não há nada que ele possa dizer que vá afastar a magoa que o moreno estava sentindo naquele momento, aquele pesar que ele colocara em si mesmo, mas Theo tinha que tentar, simplesmente tinha. “Você é o meu melhor amigo Logan, e eu não ligo para que raios aconteceu no exército, nada vai mudar isso. E seja lá o que for, vamos dar um jeito nisso, nós vamos dar um jeito nisso, entendeu?” Theo disse a ele, e isso era tudo que ele poderia fazer, o único conforto que ele poderia oferecer e sua própria incompetência lhe amargava a língua.

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Little Confessions

Decided to post my first Utapri fic. It is Otoya based and I guess Otoya x Haruka. Under Read more cause I am embarassed. Also the formatting is weird because it was  typed in Word then copied to Facebook Notes and then copies from there to here. 

          Little Confessions

“YES!” Otoya pumped his fist into the air, stepping outside beaming as brightly as the sun overhead.                Theday was beautiful, warm, and not humid with a refreshing breeze. It just so happened to be a day both he and Haruka were not tied down by work. Since theybecame professionals, Otoya and Haruka made a promise to let each other know when the other was free and make time for each other.                                There was no word on being busy at all and both Haruka and Otoya were very good at telling each other whether they made other plans. Smiling to himself the red-haired guitarist dialed her number. Pressing the phone to his ear, he swallowed as his stomach flipped in anticipation.                “Hello? Ittoki kun?”                “Ah, Nanami san?”

             “Yes?”            “Youwouldn’thappentobebusytoday?” His words flew out of his mouth quickly—a jumbled mess. Three beats later he heard her soft but firm response.              “No… Not at all.”

 Otoya felt the heat rise up in his face at the sound of her voice. Just listening to her he could visualize how she would have responded. For just a second her eyes would close as she shook her head before they opened again, accompanied by a matching warm, welcoming smile.A big sigh of relief then…           “I’m glad. If it’s ok with you, let’s go out.”        “I’d love to! Where shall we meet?”        “I’m at the front of the dorm,I’ll be waiting.”  As he waited, he closed his eyes humming a melody as he planned their day. What should they do today? Typically,Otoya isn’t the planning type, however, he felt he needed to have control over something, since being around Haruka never fails to put his emotions in a frenzy. Things could get awkward if he gets too nervous and he isn’t exactly an expert at improvisation like Reiji. Although, he had to admit that being around his senpai, he had improved a lot in that department.

       “I-Ittokikun!”

Otoya abruptly stopped his humming, and opened one eye and then the other. For a moment he was speechless, taking her in, her coral hair with a clip on the side and a comfortable plain dress. She was flushed and looked very apologetic.    “I’m sorry! I hope I haven’t kept you waiting!” She stammered between breaths and bowed her head slightly.    “Ah, no! Don’t worry about it!” The red head waved. There was some awkward silence broken only by Otoya’s awkward laughter and the sound of his hand running through his hair. Haruka looked down slightly in thought.  “Actually, Ittoki kun I’d like to see a movie.” A small sigh escaped the guitarist, one he hoped that his companion did not notice at all. He still hadn’t decided what to do, so it was good that she had something in mind. Reiji popped up in his head rambling about how it is good to let a woman take the reins in certain situation and how it can lead to favorable results.

 “Do you remember Pitch Perfect? The sequel has come out…I want to see it.”

That’s right. They say the first movie together as well. It was a funny movie and of course very entertaining to them because of the musical aspect. Thinking about it, Otoya grinned from ear to ear.  “Let’s go!” He announced and they set off.

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Walking out of the theater Haruka and Otoya discussed what they saw, laughing and smiling all the way.            “It really reminds me of you all,” Haruka breathes in wonder, “Soon you will have such an experience and I will be there supporting you.”                At her words he couldn’t suppress a grin. He loved how she shared his dream,Starish’s dream. For a moment scenarios of Starish being a global sensation flashed through his mind as vividly as the movie they watched. Their conversation went back to the movie, chuckling in unison as they conveyed their thoughts and feelings of the movie to one another. Suddenly the composer started humming a mashed up tune from the movie and Otoya playfully challenged her. Soon they were both just taking turns,letting the movie’s songs spill through their lips.

               Suddenly Haruka stops all she was doing, and watches the redhead, mouth slightly opened as the redhead hums a tune she has never heard before. He stops abruptly, as ifjust realizing what he did.

             “Ittoki kun that’s…”

              “Ahaha, it’s nothing I guess I was inspired!” Otoya declares, a faint pink spreading on his cheeks as he thought,because of you Nanami san, but he dare not say that aloud.                “It’s good we went to seethe movie.” Haruka responds, barely above a whisper.  At her words, Otoya’s stomach tied into knots. He felt a big urge to speak what was on his mind. Even so, he chose to remain quiet. Before the conversation could continue a low rumbling sound interjected.As soon as the sound came, Haruka’s hand flew right onto her belly and she looked down in an attempt to hide her tomato-colored face.

 “Let’s go and eat. “

Slowly, the composer raised her head and met her companion’s eyes. He had his usual broad Ittoki smile. The girl nodded and walked alongside him. Somewhere along the way, their hands touched and Otoya’s hand slowly enclosed Haruka’s.

“There’s a lot of people, and I don’t want to lose you in a crowd,” Otoya reasoned, but it was more to convince himself as his heart raced.

“Y-Yes,” Haruka agreed,blushing while thinking of her poor sense of direction.

 As they walked down the street, a sweet scent wafted in the air. The guitarist was immediately drawn to it.

   “MM! It smells so good!” Otoya said as they stopped at a crepe stand.

    “Cute…” muttered Haruka as she giggled into her hand.  It was Otoya’s turn to be a tomato. Nanami san just called him cute. SHE thought that HE was cute.

   “What type of crepe do you want?” The red haired male asked quickly to change the topic.

_____________________________________________________________________________________                Finally,the long excursion had come to an end much to Otoya’s disappointment. The pair were still chatting animated when they arrived in front of Haruka’s door. A strange mixture of emotion filled the red head. He felt himself wanting to rush the conversation and get to the farewells eager to feel even a moment of respite from the rush of excitement he kept contained when around the composer-- yet, he didn’t feel like parting from her just yet.

               “We’rehere,” Otoya laughed nervously.              “Yeah, thank you for today Ittoki kun,”

               With her usual smile and a slight bow she opened her door. Before the guitarist knew what he was even doing her name escaped his lips. Her response to turn and face him again was quick. Automatic.              “Yes?”                At the cute tilt of her head and unplanned situation, Otoyo blushed to the roots of his hair.                “Well…. Ah...” He found himself rubbing his neck nervously.

Haruka stood before him, eyes wide with anticipation.              “Nanami san, I…”    A deep inhale. A slow exhale. Likehis emotions before, the day flooded back to Otoya. In his mind they played like silent films. From the beginning he had always been drawn to Haruka. There was always something so captivating about her much like her eyes—those eyes that were solely unique to her. Yes, at first he had to admit he had some physical attraction to her which later became an admiration as he got to know her. But recently he had been thinking seriously about his feelings. He liked Haruka. More than as a friend.

 As he thought about it, he realized he had been conveying to her all day these feelings. From when they were in the subway together, when he wrapped his arms around to shield her from strangers and being pushed and shoved. I’m here for you.

  In the theaters he found his body comfortably in a wide stance. He made no real conscious move to get close to his companion. However because of the way he was sitting, he would find himself accidentally bumping against her shoulder. Otoya wasn’t the type to be as so bold to just casually let his arms drape from behind her back nor was he one to pretend to yawn or stretch to get into such a position. At some point in the movie,mid-bumping into the coral haired girl, Otoya became aware of how he was sitting and drew his legs and arm closer. Of course he was sitting in such away unconsciously, Haruka had a way of making anyone comfortable. The guitarist also wouldn’t be able to deny that perhaps he did want to be closer to her. Being in close proximity with her eased him and excited him all at once.  I enjoy your warmth. I want to hold your hand.  Then there was after the movie… The way she was excited. Her many smiles. He loved to see her smile. Even more than that he loved being the reason. In return, her smile inspired him. He wasn’t sure if she knew. He probably has told her once or twice. Ok, maybe more than that. But he doesn’t know if she understood to what extent. He wouldn’t even know how to put it into words.

 “Nanami san I—“  He swallowed as he stared directly into her eyes. I like you. I really like you. He looked down for a moment and then back at her again.  “I had a good time.” He mumbled softly.

 “Me too! Thank you for today.”    “Then…”

“Ittoki kun!” Haruka piped up suddenly as Otoya turned to leave. “That melody you were humming, let’s make it into a song!”

Otoya flashes her a bright smile with a thumbs up.  “Yeah let’s do it!” He agrees.

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