Raph, completely drunk: I love Y/n
Raph: they have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, they gentle and caring. And wonderful.
Y/N, blushing: I-
Raph, panicked: Don’t you dare tell 'em
Y/N, smiling softly: Okay. I won’t.
Raph: you are a good listener Jones
Y/N:
Y/N: is that who you confuse me with?
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A thousand apologies! I have been suffering from writer’s block. Still, it is not an excuse. There is nothing more I hate than being unproductive. *Sighs in unrealistic standards I set for myself*. I swear by my affections towards Eren Jaeger, I will get back to you soon. Along with a fresh fic.
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Could you write a prompt about Brandon being bullied for his royal status (and assuming he's not good enough for a princess) by some other students and Stella defending him before he has a chance to?
Don’t mess with my Brandon
Set during S2 – after the press revealed brella engagement – after EM2 chapter 5
“Have you heard the news?”
“What news?”
“Come on, man! Don’t you read?” The first Specialist took out his phone and turned the screen towards his friend. The cover of Magix Entertainment showed a paparazzi picture of an extremely attractive blonde girl and a tall brown-haired guy, walking hand in hand. Then, in the top corner of the page, a circle enclosed the zoomed detail of a ring – the Ring of Solaria – which had an interesting placement.
“She’s engaged? To that?!” He didn’t even pretend he cared to keep his voice down, and pointed straight at Brandon, who was working on his wind rider. He had rolled up his sleeves almost to his shoulders, and was kneeling on the ground, some tools in his hands, torn jeans, messy hair. Riven was helping him with the repairs and they had been having fun chatting and working until they noticed someone was talking about them. About Brandon, specifically.
“Yep.” The other one laughed out loud. “Can you imagine? Probably he’s gotten her pregnant or some shit.” Riven pushed himself up, ready to beat the shit out of those two idiots.
“Sure. And now she’s stuck with him. She wouldn’t have had the same problem with me. I know when to pull out.” Brandon stood up too and grabbed his friend’s forearm. It wasn’t his fight.
“And your brat wouldn’t be a fucking commoner.” They weren’t paying attention to the pauper, as the article The Princess and the Pauper (a lame title if there ever was one) had dubbed him.
“Hell no! If they ever allow him into the Royal family, he’s going to disgrace them all.” Riven looked like he was ready to throw a wrench at them.
“Hasn’t he already?”
“Ehm – ehm.” Someone, a girl, cleared her throat, and the Specialists turned around to meet …
“Princess Stella! How are you doing?”
“Good, up until you ruined a perfect sunny day.” They hadn’t noticed, but the sky had become dark with clouds, the same clouds that had darkened the Princess’ amber eyes. “Don’t ever speak to Brandon like that ever again, or I’ll make sure you two are never allowed into any royal family in the Magic Dimension.”
“We were just fooling around …”
“Besides, no one cares about the plebs.”
“No one asked for your opinions.” She replied, and soon her face lit up with a smile! “Shnookums!”
“Hey, babe.” Brandon had reached them, oil stains and all, and Stella had almost flown into his arms, greeting him with a kiss on the lips. The faces of the two Specialists showed obvious disgust – Riven’s too, but they were used to him – and the Princess, while still kissing her love, snapped her fingers.
A flash of light and the two Specialists found themselves on the ground, hands over their eyes.
“What the fuck?!?!”
“I can’t see!!!”
“What? You thought I’d pretend I haven’t heard you talk shit about my Brandon? Learn some manners.” She took her fiancé’s hand and walked away.
“Stella …”
“What? I haven’t actually blinded them! A couple of minutes of agony and they’ll be fine …” She smiled an angelic smile. “I guess.”
Brandon couldn’t help but laugh, before he took her in his arms and kissed her again. “My Princess in her shining clothes!”
Stella giggled, and Riven, once again kneeling by his friend’s bike, snorted. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Would you cut it?”
“Rude, much?” The Princess rolled her eyes.
“You look like you need a change of clothes.” Riven commented.
“Oh, I know, but Brandon is going to take them off in a minute or so.”
“BLONDIE!”
While Riven screamed in exasperation, Brandon stood there, grinning like an idiot in love.
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Hey, hope you are doing well!
After their arrange marriage, when they did 'it' for the first time and she couldn't not walk the next day. What will be gojo's reaction as well as the clan members??
Have a nice day ahead!
Hello, I'm doing great, hope you are too!
Where the Blue Roses Grow
Omake 1
Once a week, the elders of the Gojō clan joins you for breakfast.
To your great misfortune, it had to happen the morning after your deflowering.
They say it was to bring the clan together, but none of you believe that. They were there to monitor you.
All of them has been waiting in the table, their faces grim as they all refused to utter a single word to each other. Your husband, Gojō Satoru is never known for his ability to show up in time, but this is just outrageous. The food is turning cold.
However, they did not have to wait long.
The shoji slams to the side and Gojō saunters inside with the brightest smile, he was almost sparkling, they wanted to cover their hurting eyes.
But the sight behind him has their cheeks filling with color.
You were being assisted by two handmaidens on each side as you limped your way in.
Your face was glowing had it not been twisted in pain.
“Apologies for the delay.” Gojō says lightheartedly, clearly not apologetic at all. “The missus insisted on walking all the way here.” He smiles to you. “Even though she had a pretty rough night.”
They all said nothing at the nasty glare you threw your husband. They’d smack him in the head for you if you asked.
Your husband’s smile widens as you ease yourself on your usual seat, now with heavy cushions to help with your discomfort.
For once, Gojō Satoru was successful in shutting up the old geezers.
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Happy Six Sentence Saturday Sunday
I was tagged by @lizardlicks so here's six sentences from a wip!
"Well hi, I'm Giulia." She fumbles her book and radio to her other hand and holds out her right to you. Edge up, like a knife.
You clasp it with your own hands and experimentally pump up and down. You open your mouth to say the thing but she already looks a bit perturbed so you smile wider instead.
She’s a girl echoes in your mind, and you idly note that it makes no more impact on you than when you first heard it six years ago.
And I'm terrible at tagging people usually but here goes @lukebeartoe-reblogs (I cheat) @the-resurrection-3d @pinkplaidmoonshine @spaceaceathena @brunosaderogatory and, us, you the reader.
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Do you think sexual and romantic scenes written by a person who experienced them or written by who hasn't (virgin) differ from each other? Why? (I hope I formulated that right..)
not necessarily. i wrote smut before i had my first experiences, i still write it now. im still the same writer. i feel like irl observation is crucial when you're a writer but at the end of the day you can write something you're not experienced with and still make it sound realistic and alive. you don't have to only write about the things you know in order to create good writing. in general: research is your friend. reading other people's work is your friend.
also in my case specifically, but maybe it's true for other writers too: love and sex in writing =/= love and sex irl. i think i used 4 or 5 elements derived from my actual love/sex life in the 157 fics ive written since joining ao3
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