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[justashthewriter]

When life gives you Violets (or whatever the saying is)

This is a preview of my new Donatello/Reader fanfic (yes, I know, I still haven't finished Videogame Lover, but I swear I am working on it!), you can find in on my AO3.

One night, standing on your balcony, you meet a huge turtle-man. You should be scared, instead, he becomes your close (very annoying) friend. And with him, someone else becomes a lot more than a friend.

Don't use my work to train AI, don't even think about posting my work into AI.

The streetlights piercing the darkness were the only source of light. Everything too far from them was covered in a black and blue blanket. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds, adding to the mysterious vibe of the night. Periodical clicking could be heard as you walked down the road. For such a big city, it was oddly quiet tonight. Only a few cars passed by you, most likely people who were returning home from work just like you. A bag hanging from one of your shoulders, your other arm swinging by your side. The chill breeze caressing your face, stroking your hair like a mother’s hand. Your mind stopped wandering as you reached you apartment building. As you were walking up the stairs, you fished out the keys. With a soft click, the door opened and revealed a long hallway with an elevator at the end. You exhaled, slowly dragging your feet towards it. The closer you were to your sofa, the heavier your body felt.

A loud ding brought you back, the elevator door opening and letting you in. Pressing the button to your floor, you leaned against the wall. Maybe if you had the energy, you would choose bath today, but shower would have to be enough. And some tea, definitely some tea before bed. Letting the warm liquid flood your body and lull you to sleep. You could almost feel it, but again, your wandering mind was brought back by the door opening. With a sigh, you walked out of the elevator and towards your apartment. Unlocking the door, taking your shoes off and locking the door again became an automatic habit. The little light from outside helped you locate the switch easily.

Everything was the same as when you left. First, you headed towards the bathroom, taking off your bag and leaving it in front of the door. You took off your clothes, dropping them on the ground, and stepping inside the bathtub, pulling the curtain to stop water from getting everywhere. The warm water felt like balm on your sore body. You stood there for a moment or two, letting your hair and skin get soaked. With one hand, you reached for the shampoo and squeezed some into your other palm. The cool feeling was soon replaced by soft foam. You let yourself feel the comfort of washing your hair, softly scratching your skin in a pampering way. Next was your body. After properly rinsing out the shampoo, you took your loofa and applied a bit of shower gel. It felt like the whole day was getting washed away, as you massaged your skin.

Patting the water away with a towel, you looked into the fogged mirror. You could see contours of your body, relaxed, but still tired. You pulled on your pajamas and left the bathroom. From your bag, you pulled out your phone and went to the kitchen. Putting the phone on the counter, with your other hand you reached for the kettle. There was still water left from the morning, so you just turned it on and focused on grabbing a box of tea and a cup. Just as you were done preparing everything, the water finished boiling. The smell hit you almost immediately after you filled the cup. It was calming, exactly what you needed. Staring at your reflection, your mind started wandering again. Today was not the best, still, you wished to forget about it. Tomorrow will be better. Hopefully.

Grabbing the drink, you walked towards your balcony. Maybe fresh air will help you relax more. As you opened the door, cold wind hit your face. You stepped on the tiles, leaving the door opened. Cup in one hand, you leaned against the railing, sipping on your drink. Warmth spread through your body, calming your nerves a little. You closed your eyes, almost falling asleep like this, if not for the feeling of not being alone. Looking around, you noticed a shadow on the rooftop above you. Someone was there, probably watching you. It didn’t feel menacing though. Maybe it was the exhaustion taking over, but your mouth moved before you could think it through.

[justashthewriter]

A little treat for y'all, last chapter of When Life Gives You Violets. Enjoy~

Donatello soon appeared above you, jumping down in front of you. He kissed your cheek before helping you get everything on the rooftop. Once you had the blanket spread and all the dishes placed on it, you both sat down close to each other. You felt a bit nervous at the closeness, even though you told yourself it’s not too different from the conversation on your couch.

“I’m surprised we can see the stars,” you said, turning your head towards the turtle.

Donatello hummed in agreement and grabbed one of the boxes, turning his head to look at you: “I’m still upset you convinced me to let you order the food.”

You laughed and grabbed one of the appetizers, a small bread covered in toppings. You split it in half and held your hand out for him to take it. You both enjoyed the food, commenting on the taste and pointing out what you did or didn’t like about it.

“This one is too sour,” you wrinkled your nose after you swallowed a bite.

“Agreed,” Donatello nodded, putting the rest of the bread on the plate, “this one looks sweet, want to try it next?"

As you continued eating, you told him about your promotion. He congratulated you, kissing your forehead. You leaned against him and wrapped your arms around his torso. The turtle mirrored the action, letting you lay your head on his chest. For a while, you stayed like that, enjoying the other’s presence.

Donatello pulled away before reaching for one of the desserts. He held it between your bodies while getting a fork with his other hand. You watched him take a piece of the chocolate cake and opened your mouth when he tapped the metal item on your bottom lip. As you took the bite, savoring the taste, you looked into his eyes. His cheeks darkened, but he didn’t look away.

Blindly, you found his hand and took the fork, repeating what he did just a moment ago. You watched him lick the utensil, wrapping his tongue around it. Suddenly, he leaned closer, kissing the corner of your mouth. You turned your head, catching his lips. With your free hand, you grabbed the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his mask. You heard the plate clink as he put it down, before he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you onto his thighs.

Gasping for air, you let go of him. He was just as out of breath as you, his eyes closed and mouth parted. You stroked his cheek, waiting for him to look at you. Once he did, you noticed how dilated his pupils were. The turtle watched you like he was ready to eat you alive. You wouldn’t complain if he did.

“I love you,” his voice was quiet.

You smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat: “I love you, too.”

He kissed you again, this time a lot more passionately. His hands explored your body, hunger leaking into every movement. You weren’t any different, grabbing at every piece of skin and shell you could reach. Donatello bit your lip and you moaned into the kiss, letting his tongue wrap around yours. You tasted the chocolate cake you ate before and leaned even closer.

He laid you on your back on the blanket and grabbed your thighs, letting you wrap your legs around his sides. You pulled him closer by his neck and he groaned, placing his hands next to your chest. You grinded into him, making him pull away and stare at your face. He caressed your cheek, watching your fucked out face.

You didn’t even do anything yet, just made out for a while, and you were already looking like this. He complimented you, whispering praises into your ear, as he pulled the piece of fabric covering your torso away, stroking your sides. You whined, letting him do whatever he wanted. He leaned towards you, kissing and biting your neck.

You untangled his mask, letting it fall next to your body. Donatello looked at you, smirking, while you stared at his face. You haven’t seen him without his mask yet. He let you admire him while his hands softly caressed your sides. You were about to say something when you heard a sound from behind you.

“Finally,” you heard a deep voice.

Both of you turned towards it, noticing three familiar shadows. The three brothers came closer. Raphael was smirking, Michelangelo looked ready to celebrate and Leonardo wouldn’t even look at you. Exhaling, you turned towards Donatello, waiting for his reaction. The turtle clicked his tongue, staring at his brothers.

“Why are you here?”

“Wanted t’make sure none of ya chickened out,” said the red masked turtle.

“And we wanted to congratulate you,” Michelangelo chimed in, not caring about the position you were in.

Leonardo cleared his throat: “It was their idea, I only came with them so they wouldn’t do anything stupid.”

You shook your head, feeling Donatello’s hands squeeze your sides. He smiled at you before turning towards his brothers.

“You have exactly sixty seconds to leave.”

*

“I can’t believe they saw us do that,” you whined as you put the empty plates away.

After the three cockblockers left, you finished eating the food in silence. You felt embarrassed, but Donatello told you not to worry about them with a wicked smile on his lips. Once you were done cleaning, he helped you get down on your balcony. You stood in front of him, waiting for him to speak.

“I enjoyed today a lot,” he grabbed your hand.

You nodded, already missing him: “You really can’t stay?”

“I have to deal with those idiots,” he shook his head, “but I may return.”

You raised your eyebrow, laughing at him. He kissed your cheek before turning to leave. You pulled him by the strap holding his weapon, meeting his lips. Maybe he didn’t have to leave so soon, he thought, letting you pull him into your apartment.

[justashthewriter]

10 year anniversary

Under the cut, you can read the same thing I've posted on AO3 - it's the whole lore of me getting into writing and stuff.

The important part is - I would like to thank everyone who supported me in the past and even now. So:

For the next 30 days (starting on 16th of June, ending on 15th of July), you can send me story requests here or on my AO3, I’ll be cross-posting them on both. Every 5 days (so on 20th, 25th, 30th of June and 5th, 10th, 15th of July), I’ll post one of the requests. I'll create a masterlist here and a fic on AO3.

On 16th of July, I have something bigger planned, but until then – ask me anything (tho I won’t answer if I feel uncomfortable with the question) and send requests if you have any! I mainly write TMNT fics at the moment, but feel free to check my profile to see other fandoms I am in (or was). Also, if you have any original work idea, I take those as well!

Thank you for everything, guys! <3

So, on 16th of July 2016, I’ve made a Wattpad account. I still have it, but all of the stories are already deleted. My first fanfic was Raphael/Reader story that reached 1 000 views and had 10 chapters + epilogue. I wrote it in the span of a month, starting on July 24th (based on Wattpad) and finished it on August 25th 2016. In the next two or three years, I wrote more fanfics, some were YouTube ships, some Larry Stylinson, some original works. My best fanfic had 10K views. All of these were in my language, not English.

I have to admit, I didn’t exactly start writing in 2016, I’ve wrote a short story about me and my cousins during holidays when I was like 8 (sadly, I don’t have it anymore, but I printed it and illustrated it! Even tho I stapled it wrong, so it had to be flipped from left to right). For me, the day I’ve made that account is the day I officially started writing. It’s the first step of my journey.

There were times when I couldn’t get myself to write. I would write some short stories for contests for my teacher, but never anything for myself. Later, at the end of 2021, I’ve created a Tumblr account and started writing short BNHA stories, hoping it would reignite the passion I once had. It was hard and I kept disappearing and reappearing, posting a one shot or something every few weeks to months. I stopped posting on Tumblr in June 2022 and then in 2024, I created my AO3 account and posted my last BNHA fanfic here (it was posted on Tumblr first).  

Between 2022 and 2024, I wrote just a few short stories for some contests. Honestly, it’s been a while since I wrote something original (with original characters and stuff). In 2024, I’ve made this account and it took me a whole year to start writing. You may have noticed an unfinished Donatello/Reader fanfic named Videogame Lover. I swear I didn’t abandon it, I just, idk, lost motivation? I’m not sure what exactly is holding me from writing it. There’s also Writer’s Bingo (which is barely started, wth Ash) and an original work of mine (it’s very close to the stuff I write in my language).

A month ago, I decided to write a something again. I have no clue why, I just sat down and wrote the first chapter of this story. And posted it. Without revising or editing it. Just pressed “post”. And it felt like the chains around my arms unlocked. For the past few years, I’ve been obsessed with perfection. Every mistake made me feel bad about myself, every misspelled word made me gag. And now? Now I’m writing like I’ve used to back in 2016. Back, when grammar and shit didn’t matter. When I didn’t care what other people thought about me.

I’m enjoying writing again and on top of that, there were moments when I chose writing over everything else. I chose to satisfy the urge to create instead of pushing it away. I chose to do what I love instead of telling myself that I’m bad at writing or that I don’t have the right to enjoy a hobby when I have to study or something. And you know what? I feel like I matured even more once I realized perfection makes life miserable.

I’m not fully where I want to be, I still wonder if you all notice the mistakes and if they bother you, if I should edit them and stuff. But I push those thoughts away and let myself create. I can always return and edit the work once it’s finished, but until then? I want to interact with people who enjoy my stories as much as I do.

Though I have to admit, it feels weird to be at the same spot I was all those 10 years ago, but a few floors higher. It feels like this whole time, I was walking on a spiral. I’m still writing TMNT/Reader fanfics, but this time with a lot more experience and in English! And also, it’s not about Raphael anymore, haha.

P. S. A huge reason why I couldn’t write even when I wanted to was also the fact that I was burnt out and constantly stressed out. And I procrastinated everything. Yeah, my mental health was somewhere on the bottom of the ocean, whatever. I feel lot better now! And I hope the mess of words made sense, I still can’t believe I’ve been officially writing for a decade!

And why am I telling you all of this? Since I posted this fic, a few of you gathered around my small campfire and kept commenting and leaving kudos. Even in past, there were always people supporting me. As much as I like to tell myself that I’m primarily doing this for me and because I love to create, I also do it for you. I write because I love interacting with people who like my stuff. So I’ve decided to give back to the community.

That's why I'm making the whole "10 years anniversary" thing that is explained in the first note. So again, thank you everyone! <3

- Ash

[justashthewriter]

Overachiever

Characters: Aizawa Shota (maybe a little OOC), reader – student

Gender of reader: (...) – add name/nickname/pronouns

Genre: comfort fic, dad – child type of relationship

Warnings/rating: none

Summary: You are a burnt out overachiever and dadzawa is there to help you.

Notes: This story is purely for a parent-like comfort, I’m not supporting any kind of teacher/student romantic relationship.

Words: 578

            Another D. It was third this week. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you ran out of the classroom. You could hear your teacher calling your name, yet you didn’t stop until you reached the dorms. Running up the stairs, you stumbled a few times until you reached your room. As the door shut, your body fell on the bed. Negative thoughts filled your head and made you cry even harder.

            Why am I never enough? Why is it so hard? Why can’t I do it anymore? Why can’t I be as good as-…

            Knocking on wood interrupted the train of your thoughts. The door slightly opened and you heard the deep voice of your teacher.

            “May I come in?”

            You wiped the tears away and stood up: “Yes.”

            Aizawa-sensei walked in and closed the door. For a while you were just standing there looking at each other, when suddenly he made a step closer and pulled you into a hug.

            “It’ll be fine.”

            Your body gave up and you started crying on his shoulder. He patted your back and let you cling onto him for support.

            “Why am I not good enough?”

            The question slipped from your lips and his body tensed, pulling away from you.

            “Why do you think that?” But before you could even answer, he continued: “I noticed you’ve been distancing yourself from everyone. I know you’re struggling with school, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t enough.”

            Your teacher helped you sit down on the bed and took some napkins from the table, offering them to you. He sat next to you.

            “I know it’s hard to not fulfill others’ expectations, but you should put yourself first. In the end, it’ll only hurt you.”

            “But my parents will be upset if I don’t excel and-…”

            “Your parents aren’t you. They are not here, you are the one who got into UA. And I don’t see you struggle with trainings, doesn’t thank mean anything?”

            He raised his brow and got up: “If you need help, you can ask your teachers for tutoring. Bakugou and Yaoyorozu are tutoring some of your classmates, you could ask them if that would make you feel less anxious.”

            You stayed quiet, thinking about your question. Aizawa reached for the doorknob, when he heard your voice.

“Would you, please, tutor me, Aizawa-sensei?”

            You didn’t want Bakugou to yell at you for not understanding, Yaoyorozu and you weren’t really close and you don’t really talk with other teachers. You aren’t like Midoriya who can easily talk to All Might. So your last resort is your homeroom teacher. You look up to him, he is kinda like your second dad.

            “Wash your face and try to calm down, I’ll see you in the class.”

            He didn’t know that you noticed the smile forming on his face.

            “Yes, sensei!”

Bonus:

            You were sitting at the first desk with Aizawa in front of you. He already helped you with history, explaining it in simple words. Now you were left with math.

            “Are you sure this is correct?” you asked when the answer didn’t look good.

            Aizawa huffed, taking the paper: “I think so, this is how I would do it.”

            There was a silence between you, a soft laughter escaped your lips.

            “Don’t laugh, you aren’t better,” he frowned, standing from his chair.

            You followed him, scared of what was going to happen.

            “I don’t like saying this, but we have to ask Ectoplasm.”

JustAsh, 1/3/24

[justashthewriter]

Bakugou Katsuki

Newest

Friends? (14.6.2022)

Laying on your chest (23.5.2022)

Look at this! (22.5.2022)

Comfort

Bad day (21.11.2021)

Because of them, I’m like this (29.12.2021)

Friends? (14.6.2022)

Not myself (22.5.2022)

Toxic person (8.12.2021) 

You don’t want to date me (15.12.2021)

Fluff

Little things (22.11.2021)

Headcanons

Glasses (24.11.2021)

Requests

Laying on your chest (23.5.2022) - @cutelittleriott

Look at this! (22.5.2022) - angel (anon)

Small problem (30.11.2021) - anon

This is why we use tissues (4.5.2022) - anon

Parts of events (e. g. advent calendar, weeks, etc.)

24 days of writting (2021)

Amusement park - bakusquad (friends)

Celebrating Christmas with class 1A - fanfiction

How I think they smell - headcanons

Making gifts for them - headcanons

Scared of a touch - comfort

Sweet & Spicy - enemies to lovers

You think they’re gonna hit/hurt you - comfort

AngstWeek (2022)

Broken promise - cheating

[justashthewriter]

hi! i love your writing sm! and from one bilingual to another, your english is so good 😩!!

i was wondering if i could request a fic where bakugous s/o has the habit of wondering off in stores.

like she’ll wonder off if something catches her eye in the store and then suddenly pop up to show him something cool she saw before disappearing again cause she saw something else.

sorry if that didn’t make sense 😅

~angel (is it okay if i sign off w this name?)

(ps hope you’re having a great day/night/evening!)

Look at this!

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (F)

Genre: headcanons + imagine + bonus

Warnings/rating: fluff, a bit of crack fic, swearing

Summary: You often find cool things at the store, and Bakugou often grumble about it.

Notes: Awe, thank you angel! Of course, you can use that name. Also, I really love this prompt, hope you’ll like my writing. :)

Edit: Also, I’m writing this in a train, and when tf did we get there? :D

Edit2: There was a grandma with a baby waving! That was so sweet!

Edit3: There was a couple in the middle of nowhere on a walk and it was so cute! And also another couple with their dog, and I can’t, too much fluff today.

Words: 555 (hell yeah!)

I think Bakugou hates spending too much time in the store. He will write everything he needs and won’t take anything else.

Shopping longer became a thing for him after he started dating you. Not for too long, but I think he’ll spend a little more time when alone because he’ll see something that reminds him of you and will buy it (either for you or himself).

When shopping with you, he’ll spend as much time in the store as you want. Won’t question anything.

Secretly, he loves seeing you happy when you show him stuff, but will act as if it annoyed the shit outta him. Sometimes he buys the thing you showed him and gives it to you.

“It just reminded me of your annoying ass, idiot. No idea why I bought it for you.”

Don’t tease him in front of others, tho, he “won’t buy you anything anymore”. Give him a week, and he’ll come with another thing you said you want.

Now, imagine going to the store with him for the first time. So…

He could swear you were just there a few seconds ago, and now you’re gone. How could he not notice when you disappeared. And where the fuck did you even go?!

“Katsu!” he turned around and saw you holding a cup with a cat, “it’s so cute! Can we buy this for Aizawa sensei?”

Bakugou inhaled and looked at you with a death stare. He took the cup out of your hands and placed it in the cart.

“You’re so annoying sometimes, you know that?”

And puff. You weren’t there, again! C’mon, don’t do this to him, he just wants to shop in peace. As he was reaching for another thing, you appeared next to him with another thing. Poor boy almost had a heart attack.

“Look at this All Might Limited Cupcakes Set!” he couldn’t say no to yours puppy eyes.

And again, you were gone. He had enough and got everything he needed as quick as possible. When he was done, he looked for you and couldn’t find you. Is this some kind of quirk or what?

“Kats…” he interrupted you, “where have you been?! I looked through the whole store!”

Your smile fell and the look you gave him broke his heart. He didn’t want to yell at you, but you scared the hell outta him.

“Sorry,” you were looked on your shoes, “sometimes I just see something interesting and…”

Strong arms enveloped you, bringing you closer to the blonde. He kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.

“Sorry for yelling,” he whispered, “next time just tell me.”

You nodded, nuzzling closer to him: “I’m sorry, too. Should’ve told you before.”

Let’s just say you left with a few things you didn’t plan on buying.

Bonus:

“Sensei? Do you want a coffee?” you asked your teacher when he came to the kitchen.

He nodded, sitting on the chair. You took out the cup you bought with Bakugou and made him his drink. On your way to the table, you prayed he wouldn’t mind.

“Here!” you gave him the cup and left to hind behind the door.

Aizawa took a sip when he noticed it wasn’t his usual cup. A small smile appeared on his lips.

“These kids.”

Ash, 22.5.2022

[justashthewriter]

Hello dear living forms! I'm new here so... You can call me Ash or Alex. As you can see, I'm a writer...but not in English. And that's the reason why I made this blog. I want to improve my English. You can always correct me or point out where I made a mistake. I'm okay with it! You can also explain it (I know some people get mad but I swear I won't) if you want. Another reason for starting this blog is because I have hard times finding comfort fanfictions or interesting plots. I know I'm not alone so feel free to ask for a fic! I'm comfortable with almost everything. Here's a list of some things I won't write:

Smut, 18+ (Maybe occasionally. Please respect it. Maybe later I'll be more comfortable.)

Bullying or any sort of harm (Where one character hurts another and makes it looks like a good thing. It's not. If it's a comfort, then I'm okay with it.)

Child abuse, any type of abuse (Just no.)

Anything that's illegal

Thanks for respecting my rules. You can always ask if you're not sure but I won't write things I'm not okay with. And here are some of my favorite shows/games (I'll probably write for them):

Boku No Hero Academia (definitely)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (maybe)

Genshin Impact (not sure abt this one)

That's all folks. Have a nice day! :)

[justashthewriter]

I have way too many ideas and not enough time to write all... Btw, new chapter of CB&FJ soon :3