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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…”

[munsonmuses]

It inspired me tooooooo greatly so take this little blurb!!!

No skin tone or true appearances are defined, just that the reader is female.

It has not been proofread and I did not check the word count, I was just too excited to write it-

Your life had been nothing more than bathing in lavish riches and drinking in the obsessive affections of your darling husband. Having been delivered as a gift to both emperor, and Geta having traded every last concubine he had in order to keep you to himself. The last two years a phenomenal experience.

You’d just finished your bath. Dabbing perfumed oils behind your ears and along your pulse point, before dusting yourself in a faint powder to prevent sweating in warm Roman summers. It leaving a dusty layer across your skin as you carefully fixed the brooches on your robes and the circlet atop your head as you smiled adoringly at your reflection. You were the crown jewel of the empire, and you’d never forget it.

Slipping on your bangles, you carefully stood and walked onto your massive balcony, cooing adoringly at the lion cub that chased birds about. A gift from Geta a few weeks ago, to celebrate two years of your beautiful marriage. It racing up to you as you struggled to lift the cub into your lap as it excitedly pawed at your face and shoulders.

Your peace was eventually disturbed by footsteps dragging themselves along the marble floors. It wasn’t Geta, and Caracalla wasn’t dumb enough to approach you in your private quarters. Expecting a lady in waiting or any of the servants before locking eyes with a soldier. One of the generals right hands. A man you’d seen at parties and gladiatorial battles, now approaching you with a fury in his eyes.

“Empress…” he murmured, watching your every move as you carefully hummed. Gesturing towards the large bench across from you as he sat slowly. Setting his helmet behind him as he scowled lightly.

“How can I help-“ you were cut off by his own words. “Get your husband to end the war,” he demanded as you carefully quirked a brow. There had always been a bit of an uproar about the necessity of war. How many young men were laying their lives down for a nation that barely seemed to care when they died. Your husband revered as the best thing that had ever happened to Rome and the downfall of the empire all in one breath.

“I do not have that level of power,” you insisted, the cub chewing on your fingers as the man scoffed. “You act as though you cannot sway your husband…long legs, full lips…you’ve already given him a son,” he referenced the infant who Geta had been occupied showing off to his curt, and insinuating you could seduce your husband. The mention of your darling boy enough to enrage you as you got up, turning to walk away before yelping in pain.

His hand was clamped around your wrist. Holding it so very snugly as his fingers dimpled your flesh. The powder being absorbed by the sweat upon his fingertips. Slick with the perspiration caused by stress, heat and rage. “I lost my boy…I lost my everything, and you cannot deny me compensation for my grief-“ he hissed. Shoving you to the ground as your bangles clattered. The lion cub moving to protect you as the man scoffed. Reaching down to grab you before ripping his hand away at the sound of the doors opening, Geta coming in with your golden haired angel of a son on his hip. Brows narrowing as he looked between the two of you.

“What’s the meaning of this…?” He questioned as your eyes flicked from the soldier, to your husband, to your darling boy who was giggling while tugging at his father’s brooches. Swallowing your terror as you shakily stood.

“We were discussing the latest conquest they were sent on…and I collapsed from the heat…” you murmured as you stood slowly, Gets taking your arm delicately and going to adjust your bangles. Noticing the fingerprints on your wrist as his eyes widened.

Wordlessly, he handed you your son. Escorting you out as the doors hinges creaked behind him. Squeaky copper mimicking his own deranged laughter as you hummed contentedly.

Nobody dared to challenge the crown.

so, just had a thot 🤭. Like in the movie The Mummy (if you remember/seen it :)) how Anck-su-namun is covered/painted in gold, (as to tell if anyone else besides the King/Pharaoh has touched her) I feel Geta would do the same to his little and latest play-thing ... he'd be possessive for sure and get all stabby if he were to ever find out if someone .. anyone dared be so bold as to even look or think about touching his property in such a way

Him getting pissed because someone touched what belongs to him would definitely be hot as fuck. I need someone to write this because I have too many wips right now. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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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…

[addieplots]

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!!

[cluewrites]

"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.

[addiefeather]

@writing-prompts-musically I love it so much! Thank you for the inspiration!

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She's my best friend. She has been since the first day of fourth grade.

You grew into such a beautiful woman. Outgoing and extroverted, I knew it wouldn't be long until everybody else discovered your beauty as well.

I grew into such a strange person, if I'm being honest with myself. I laugh at my own jokes, my clothes never match, and I'm somehow simultaneously too quiet and too loud at all times.

It would make sense, if we had grown apart. Hell, I expected it. But no. You held onto me no matter what. When it was the first homecoming game and you were on the cheer team, you caught my gaze whenever you could. And up in the bleachers, my eyes never left yours.

Your sweet 16, a huge party where at least a hundred people were invited, the seat next to mine is where you sat most often. You would traverse the crowd gracefully, like you were meant to be there. But you would always return to my side. I was honored.

You must have been asked to Prom five or six different times. But your answer was always no. "No," you said, "I'm going with my best friend." And that was the first time that you addressing me as your "best friend" hurt. You were crowned that night, while I snuck out the back.

You have your whole life ahead of you. We both do. I suppose this is me realizing that our lives are destined to be so vastly different, that maybe "Best Friends" is all we'll ever be.

I'm crushed by that. But in the end. It's still an honor that I will carry with pride.

Song Prompt #20

Wonder - Lauren Aquilina

You're in love with the most popular person in school.

[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 

[minstalrps-blog]

“ do they know we’re together? ” “ tell me i have nothing to worry about ” (kijae

O rapaz baixou o rosto, negando com um movimento de sua cabeça. “Não quero prejudicá-lo. Sei o quão ruim pegaria para um professor estar com um de seus alunos.” Porém, esse era a menor das preocupações do rapaz. O que ele queria dizer era Sei que não gostaria que soubessem estar com alguém deformado. Kija jamais se sentiria suficiente para o homem de longos cabelos esverdeados, que, de alguma maneira, havia conseguido deixá-lo abobalhado e mais responsável, mais consciente das coisas ao seu redor. “Nem mesmo meus amigos sabem.” Disse, por fim, num tom baixo. Logo, o rapaz fez uma menção ao homem, afastando-se aos poucos. Tinha de parar de ser daquela maneira. Apenas.. Precisava manter-se afastado para não prejudicar o homem que ganhara seu coração.

Ele gostaria de ser capaz de afirmar tal coisa, mas sabia que não poderia. Virou-se para o homem que era seu professor, fitando as órbitas verdes que tanto lhe encantaram. “Você não tem nada com que se preocupar.” Tentou dar o melhor de seus sorrisos, mas sentindo ter falhado miseravelmente para com o outro. Desviou o olhar, incapaz de sequer olhar para JaeHa. Não queria deixar o outro preocupado. Não tinha o por quê. Assim como Kija já tinha em mente que aquilo não iria durar. Era muito que provável que não passasse de apenas uma diversão para o professor. Ele já havia aceitado isso, melhor do que imaginara que aceitaria. Ao menos, já se controlava melhor para não gritar com cada uma das alunas que dava em cima do mais velho descaradamente. “Está tudo bem.”

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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

[vminsadhours]

♥

My beautiful mate

[munsonmuses]

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!!!

[bezukhov1x1]

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.

[plumwrites]

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

[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