#i'm sorry i'm a slow writer

[pinksugarscrub]

Tinker

Bakugou Katsuki x fem! Inventor! Reader (x Midoriya Izuku)

Scenario: your best friends want to be heroes so you'll support them from the sidelines

(Beta reader: @hyperfix-wip 💜)

Chapters: ???

Word count: 1,051

Warnings: Katsuki (swearing)

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Class 1-A had its fair share of problems. They started off to a rocky start. League of Villains and all. But as third years their troubles only seemed to double. You were thankful they weren’t life threatening but that didn’t make growing up any easier.

The bright side to this, was the access you had to them. Two students in particular. Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku.

While you ranted about male ignorance and circuitry they babbled on about power moves and internships. Mostly Izuku. Entirely Izuku.

To go back to the male ignorance part of your vernacular you’re referring to one man in particular. Your father.

The Goya family had a long line of doctors and was dreadfully traditional. You being the youngest child and only daughter to your father caused a plethora of arguments and disagreements.

Be sensible he says. You say screw it and apply to UA in middle school along with your friends. Friends he also isn’t very fond of but people you would protect with your life.

To be completely honest, it’s their influence that pushed you toward the path of heroism. The only difference was your goals didn’t match theirs.

While they prefer being out in the field making change, you create it.

You inherited the quirk that created your family’s legacy, blueprint. In the simplest of terms you have the powers of a master builder (if you know you know). You can break down an object, living or inanimate, into its core components. You can also build up an object to its highest potential. That is reserved for inanimate objects.

While you still struggle with dry eye your quirk has gotten significantly stronger over the years. Just as much as Izuku and Katsuki have. Which brings you back to the present matter.

Getting Kacchan to spar with you without killing you in the process.

“Come on Kacchan please,” you whine. Trailing after him like a lost duck with your notebook tucked under your arm. “It’ll just be for today. One day and I won’t bother you again.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffs. Not sparing you a glance as he sharply turns the corner to the training rooms. “You’ll be here tomorrow then the next. I can’t have you screwing up my training.”

“Katsuki,” you groan. Speeding up to catch up to him. “I can’t finish my project without you.”

Puppy eyes don’t work on Bakugou. At least not now. The one thing you both can agree on is your work is your work. Disrupting his training would be an inconvenience but you’re hoping he’ll make an exception because well, you’re asking.

Aside from Izuku, Bakugou definitely has a soft spot for you. It didn’t show its face until the very end of first year but it was there.

“I’ll take you out for ramen after.”

“You don’t fucking-”

“Ok I’ll pay for our next coffee run.”

“I don’t drink that shit.”

“Fine, I’ll call your mom.”

He stops. “You wouldn’t.”

You would. But to truly hit the last nail in the coffin you utter your next words with the utmost class and refinery.

“Izuku trained with me. Guess he’s just better at managing his schedule than you.”

You grin triumphantly as you see his brow twitch. There’s even that little vein popping on his head that you’ve seen ever since you were children.

“See, I- ah!”

You yelp as he unceremoniously picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. His arm holds you firmly but that does little to stop you from hitting his back. His other hand preoccupied with holding onto your notebook.

“Put me down! I can walk asshole!”

“Shut up dammit! I’m helping you aren’t I?”

“That doesn’t mean you have to pick me up!”

“You’re slow as shit!” He huffs. Adjusting you when you start tilting forward.

You open your mouth to protest before slumping in defeat. “Yeah ok.”

Bakugou steals your grin and your victory.

“You sure you want to do this brain?”

“I’m starting to regret asking.”

“That’s the spirit.”

-

“Hey Bakubro I- who is this?” Kirishima’s smile falls. He would not be an accomplice to a kidnapping. Kidnapping is where he draws the line.

Kirishima watches as you fall to the mat with a grunt. Glaring at Bakugou before kicking him away.

“Thanks a lot dickwad, I’m pretty sure you broke a rib.”

“Stop whining.”

You mimic his voice in a mocking tone. Blowing a raspberry towards Bakugou’s back once he turns away.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asks again. Somewhat relieved but also concerned at the dynamic presenting itself.

“Brain, Shitty hair. Shitty hair, brain.”

“That’s not an introduction Kacchan!”

“Kacchan…?” Kirishima mumbles. Now he’s thoroughly confused.

With a start you stand to your feet. Jogging over to the two but mostly keeping your eyes on Bakugou.

“You didn’t tell me you already had a partner. If you had just said something-”

Bakugou thrusts his hand in your face. Narrowing his eyes at the guilt making its way onto your expression.

“Don’t be stupid. You need all the help you can get, right?”

“Well-” you pause,“yeah…”

“Then?”

You sigh, shoulders sagging as you admit defeat again. “Mm, I get it. Thank you Kacchan.”

He clicks his tongue and looks away. Gesturing to Kirishima before stepping off the mat.

“Oh, right.” You chuckle nervously. Flicking your eyes over to a redhead currently lacking a shirt. “Goya, (f/n). Go-Go is fine.”

“Go-Go?” Kirishima laughs. The pieces clicked together in his mind. “Kacchan? Both Midoriya?”

You nod, a smile replacing your earlier expression. “Izuku has a knack for names.”

“Nerd,” Bakugou chortles. Returning with wrapped hands and a roll for your own.

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro.” Kirishima interjects. Smiling so brightly you almost shield your eyes. “Nice to meet you Go-Go.”

You hum in agreement. Glancing over to Bakugou when you feel his calloused hand on your wrist. Skillfully wrapping your hands in white bandages.

“Explain.”

You don’t have to be told twice.

Kirishima isn’t surprised by the enthusiasm you extrude because it’s similar to Midoriya’s rambling. He is, however, peeking glances over at Bakugou.

He’s not sure he’s ever seen Bakugou act calm for anyone but Midoriya. Even then it’s short lived.

He’s definitely getting your number after this. His classmates will be thrilled with the news.

[cieltee22]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34831822/chapters/86734291

Hey, so, I posted chapter 14 of my DabiHawks fic. After like... A baby's worth of time. Soooo... Read it?

[powerfultenderness]

Haven't been using Tumblr for long and everything is confusing me so I'm really sorry if I'm being stupid but are you still writing your neighbour!könig stories? I wanted to check if you ever said anything about it but I gave up after 30 minutes of scrolling 😔

I'm taking a little break from it, currently writing a little mini series (that is only posted on Ao3). But I do plan on picking it back up.

I'm pretty neurotic about keeping my masterlists up to date, so you can always check [The Neighbor!König masterlist] (pinned post on my profile) to see if you missed any chapters.

(Although, I try to keep the blurbs/shorts as close to chronological as I can. So, some chapters written later are listed earlier in the master list.)

[milkamel]

I finally finished the third chapter of Kross Pain Share AU!! After all this time it's done, I wrote way too much than I expected but it still feels like it's not a lot XD Anyway, I hope it's readable, writing in English is still something I'm not used to.

Also writing Cross is such a delight I love him sm, I hope his characterization turned out the way I intended <3 Put a lot of effort into this one, enjoy <3

[lale-txt]

walking out of battle covered in blood (read ellie's mafia!sakusa fic), saddling my horse to plunge myself in the next one as we speak (about to read wyr's enemies to lovers coworkers only one bed oikawa) with another fanfare echoing in the distance (glancing at dodger's mad dog fic on my tbr list as if i wasn't in love with all of seijoh already)

[quadrantadvisor]

DP X Dirk Gently

Prompt: Bleeding out in an alleyway

Words: 1,318

On AO3

-

“Do you think this is part of a case?” Dirk shouted.

“What?” Todd shouted back, pushing his legs to just move, keep moving. The sounds of the fucking lasers being shot at them continued, as well as the angry voices of the men in the white suits. The two of them turned a corner, and Todd’s lungs burned as he pushed himself just a little more.

“I said, do you thi— whoa!” Todd cut Dirk off by grabbing his jacket and manhandling him through what looked like the back door of a restaurant, miraculously propped open by a brick. Todd kicked the brick out of the way, making the door click shut.

“I heard what you said,” Todd hissed, trying to keep himself quiet. “First off, why are you asking me? I’m not the holistic detective. Second off, you are the holistic detective! When has anything that ever happened to you not been part of a case?”

Dirk opened his mouth, then seemed to think for a moment. “What exactly are we counting as a case? Because some of my life experiences could be a bit debatable—”

“Hey, you can’t just come in here,” said a man in an apron, entering the room with a full garbage bag in hand. He looked pretty angry, all things considered.

“Sorry, sir,” Todd told him. “We’re leaving, but uh, can we head out a different exit? We would really appreciate it, there were some people chasing us. We’re really not trying to cause trouble-”

“Todd!,” Dirk whispered, hushed and urgent, “They’re right outside.”

“I get it,” the cook was saying, “but you can’t just barge in wherever—”

“—lost track of the subject—” Todd caught from just past the door. Dirk pressed his ear against the crack, listening.

“It’s a safety issue, I don’t know who you are—”

“—failed to tag the suspicious individuals at the scene—”

“Not to mention the health risk, there’s food stored back here—”

“—evidence of overshadowing—”

“Right!” Todd said, once again bodily grabbing his friend. “We’ll get out of your hair, won’t happen again, but we need to go right now.” Todd looked at Dirk, shaking him just a bit in emphasis.

“Yes, we’ll just be on our way,” Dirk agreed. “Sorry about my friend here,” he told the cook, tone conspiratorial. “He can be a bit dense. I’ll keep him out of trouble.” He patted Todd on the shoulder.

“Make sure you do,” the cook agreed. “There’s an employee entrance down the hall this way, I’ll let you out there.

-

“So,” Dirk said, kicking a rock down the street, “another cult, do you think?”

“I dunno,” Todd replied. “Could be, but their outfits looked more like uniforms to me.”

“You’re right, another cult would be a bit dull,” Dirk mused. “But then, shadowy government organizations have been a dime a dozen, haven’t they?”

“You do remember where you left the car, right?” Todd asked.

Dirk scoffed. “Of course I do!”

“Because it feels a little bit like we’re wandering aimlessly.”

“You’re going to feel silly in a moment, because it’s just down this way.”

“You’re sure.”

“Either that, or a clue!”

Todd sighed. Dirk turned into an alley. Todd was following him, but stopped when he stepped in a puddle. A puddle of something bright green, with a trail of it leading right where Dirk was going.

“Uh, Dirk, I don’t think that’s it,” Todd called.

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Dirk called back, tone oddly strangled.

Todd had a minor panic and sped around the corner, nearly crashing into Dirk.

It turned out that Dirk was wrong. They’d found the car and a clue.

If anything with that much blood could be considered a clue.

Tucked up between the car and the alley wall was a body, someone dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with dark hair. Their front was completely soaked in red. Todd swore, did a quick sweep of their surroundings for anything dangerous, then jogged to the figure’s side. Dirk got distracted by the green footprints Todd left.

“No pulse,” Todd said, heart dropping. “And he’s cold.” Of course he was, no one could survive losing that much blood. Closer up, Todd could see that he was just a kid.

Dirk’s head popped up from where he was examining the trails over the asphalt, bright unnatural green that transitioned into red. “So it is a case!”

“Can you have some sensitivity Dirk, what this is is a corpse,” Todd said.

“mmmmmmuh…?” the corpse said.

“AH!” Dirk and Todd both screamed.

Dirk recovered fastest, walking up to nudge Todd where he’d jumped up and away from the body. “A really interesting case!” he enthused. “Now, take off your shirt.”

“What?”

“Our new friend needs immediate first aid, and I don’t want to ruin mine,” Dirk said, pouting a bit as he displayed the Mexican Funeral shirt that Todd had gifted him.

“Fine,” Todd complied, stripping off his layers. “I’m still just freaking out that I never found his pulse,” he added, muffled by a shirt over his face.

“Hi there!” Dirk said to the boy, kneeling down to eye level. “My name’s Dirk, and I’m a detective. This is my friendsistent, Todd. We’re here to help, alright?”

The boy’s eyes cracked open, and one of his hands twitched. A wheeze came through slightly parted lips, before he slumped back down again.

“Here,” Todd said, holding out his shirt.

“What, me?” Dirk asked. “I don’t know any first aid.”

Todd huffed. “Whatever, just-”

“-signature’s getting close,” said a voice from the end of the alley, and Todd shut up quick so he could hear the tromp of polished dress shoes.

“Grab him, get in the car, get in the car, now,” Todd ordered under his breath, and Dirk rushed to comply, forgetting that he was smearing blood all over his precious, precious shirt. He laid out the boy in the back seat, realizing belatedly that there wasn’t any room left for him, and Todd was already starting to peel away. He scrunched down into the foot well, using his body as a brace to keep the kid from rolling. While he was at it, he balled up Todd’s sacrificed shirt and placed it under the kid’s head as a pillow.

The car rocked with an impact, and Dirk looked up to see that the hood was smoking slightly from whatever sort of gun those guys in white were packing. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit,” Todd was chanting as he floored the pedal, picking up as much speed as he could in the limited space and headed straight towards a real human being who was shooting at him.

The man dodged the car at the last second, firing a few more shots into their bumper, but fortunately missing the tire. Dirk craned up to look out the back, catching a glimpse of him speaking into a communicator on his wrist before he was out of sight.

“Why are they after us?” Todd cried out. “What on Earth did we do​?”

“More importantly, we have a boy now—who may in fact be dying, kind of up in the air at this point,” Dirk pointed out.

“We should’ve just left him there, called the cops, something. Now he’s all mixed up in this mess with us.”

“Todd,” Dirk admonished, “he’s already involved.”

“Oh, and you know that, do you?” Todd snarked.

“That is how it works, yes,” Dirk replied, tone a little distant as he looked over their new charge.

“Right,” Todd sighed. “Well, I don’t know how some half dead teenager is possibly connected to those shady dudes in suits, but we’ll figure it out.”

“Of course we will!” Dirk replied.

“’Cause we’re great at it.”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” Dirk confirmed.

“After we buy a first aid kit.”

“Good idea.”

“And call Farah.”

“That too.”

[vulpine-spectacle]

YA'LL I WAS JUST PROMOTED AT MY JOB I AM LITERALLY MANAGING A WHOLE PROGRAM OF OUR COMPANY -

[meownotgood]

I'm still writing... unfortunately work has been really busy again so I definitely won't be able to finish chapter 4 by the end of the month like I planned.... 😭 but I'm nearly done, I'll keep working 🫡

[rivnedell]

WIP Wednesday

Okay........ I blame my friends for being so inspirational.

Here's another Joel wip, adding to my distress.

English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse any mistakes. Constructive critics are welcomed. Happy reading ! ✨

The sun is setting as you're waiting on the sofa, settled, nestled actually, in front of the patio door, opened on the terrace and the garden. You're breathing at the fresh air, typing on your phone when your Mom stepped down the stairs and appeared in the living room, her misty perfume tracing in the air, and you then hear the door bell ringing.

You took a deep breath and stand up from the couch, rearranging the hem and sleeves of your shirt while walking.

"Hi.." You exclaim while opening the door, excited to finally meet the man who has been making your mother smile like no other man in years.

Your voice stops when your eyes fall on the man standing under the porch, a rush of electricity ran your spine, sending shivers to your neck and warming up your cheeks. You can even feel them becoming red, adding to your distress.

"Hey, I'm Joel. And you must be.." His voice is raw, low, yet with a hint of cheerfulness and his smile enlightening his face, reaching to his ears.

You reply by your name, a mix of timidity and enthusiasm, suddenly seized by his dark gaze, feeling your left hand grasping the nod of the door firmly.

There he was, Joel. His name now resonates in your mind like he has just whispered it your ear, reaching your heart with a rush of heat washing all over your chest and down your guts. He's much taller than you. Dark, graying curls framing his strong face. Plain, pink lips parted in a charming smile, his eyebrows raised playfully to let his dark eyes lock on you. You dare to disconnect with his gaze to scan down his body within two seconds, your eyeballs flickering between his lips and his waist, wandering over his chest and down to the jeans, bringing out his longs and slim legs.

And something has happened when your eyes has met his again. Something that you know that was bad. You press your lips together, feeling your free hand curling on itself around the fabric of your shirt, before you finally step away, opening the door wider to let him in. He heads towards you, displaying a charming smile, passing you with his face still fixed in your direction, leaving you lost in the traces of his scent in the hall. Sandalwood, leathery and smoky, with hints of sweet hit your senses, making your mind twist in spins as you closed the door. You turn around and land your gaze on him again, enjoying the view of his broadness, his legs joining his back in a narrow waist, his neck partially hidden under his hair. A sigh escapes your lips, your hands still crossed between your back and the door, before you recollect our mind and head left to he kitchen, going for checking the oven as to occupy your lingering thoughts, but your mind was already elsewhere.

-

Thank you for reading !

@the-mandawhor1an @evolnoomym @baronessvonglitter @fhatbhabiee I know you're waiting for this one 👀

Let me know if you want to be tagged for this one ! ✨

Pics not mine

[ovaryacted]

I hope you don't take this badly but what ever happened to your wish you knew and guilty as sin series? i've been lurking and waiting for food for a few months hoping you'd update but you haven't spoken much about it? do you have any updates or a deadline of when you'll post them? 😅

Hey anon! Nah, I won't take this badly, I get what you mean. I've been quiet about those two projects, and honestly it's a mix of general anxiety, dealing with a heavier workload at my job, terrible attention span, & having a relapse in trauma from living in a toxic household which isn't an excuse I know, but that's what happened in December at least. I feel like I'm still trying to bounce back and find my groove with writing especially with everything currently going on, and to use it as a distraction, but as for the Guilty As Sin mini-series, I am planning on finishing it in its entirety.

After I post the second chapter hopefully by next weekend (big emphasis on hopefully), I'm probably gonna try to write the next chapters in advance so I feel less overwhelmed from the whole thing since I have a bad track record when it comes to doing something with multiple parts anyway. So I'll be seeing if that tactic works better.

Now, for the Wish You Knew mini-series, I'm not gonna lie, I stopped engaging with Wolverine content after that whole fiasco with Hugh's affair nonsense and now the lawsuit happening with Ryan Reynolds & the Deadpool & Wolverine movie as a whole with the Blake Lively & Joe Baldoni drama. I got the ick (oops) and focused completely on Marcus Acacius and starting the CEO Joel Miller series too, but I do still want to finish the story for those that are interested. I don't have an exact deadline, but the second chapter is also halfway done, just collecting dust in my docs, so when I revisit it, I'm sure the inspiration will come again. It might also be the last thing I ever write for Wolverine/Logan, but I do have plans to finish it. 🫶

[nottheweirdest]

For the ask game, U 👉👈

I am sorry I am SO SLOW! Life. It's a ride 😅

Also you picked a hard question!! How am I supposed to pick only three??? Arggghhh..... Here's 3 I love, though there are many many more!

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

For sure Supafroot! One of my first authors I found when I first returned to the fandom where I immediately just looked up ALL her works because they were so so good. Best spice 🙌Not to mention, she was one of my very first friends in the fandom!

Next, Vee_Skies and Vee_Spice depending on the content you're looking for. Lovely, nearly poetic writing and fantastic with the feels!

And finally, But_why_not whose Beyond a Promise fucked me up for like two weeks. Aargh. Fight in the feels. It's beautiful 🥺

Fanfic Ask Game

[luckycharms1701]

*comes into ask how with a shaky smile*

Howdy there Hon. I hope the New Years been treating you alright so far, and I wish that it will continue to bless you with the goodness you deserve ✨🧡

Sorry to bother your inbox again, but this is “Independent Woman” from a request a couple weeks ago and I've had kind of a rough day, and your writing always makes me smile.

If it's not too much to ask, may I request a follow-up on that prompt please? How the Bayverse/Rise boys would react to their stubbornly independent SO having a rough day to the point that they cave and ask for cuddles?

No stress, no worries if you're not in the mood for it. I totally understand. Please take care of yourself first and foremost! Please drink water and know you are appropriated! 🧡✨

howdy anon-chan! 🧡

i'm so sorry that you've had a rough day. i hope at this point it's going a little better and that you're able to get the rest you need. there's a quote that i like to think about when i'm having a rough time: "Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow." -Mary Anne Radmacher

anyway, i hope this helps you smile!

(here's the other post)

Leonardo

Leo has been waiting for (hoping for, praying for) this, for you to come to him in your time of need. He feels bad, he doesn't actually want you to have a bad time or a rough day, but at the same time he loves to be needed. He already has a plan in place.

Mikey scampers off at his signal, and Leo escorts you to his room. There he encourages you to get under the covers and mess up his bed however you need to in order to get comfy.

Then he climbs in with you and holds you. He doesn't ask about what's wrong, doesn't try to talk to you about anything. He can tell that isn't what you need right now.

Mikey comes in (quietly for once) with some tea. He sets the tray down on the bedside table and smiles at you before quickly leaving. Leo tells you that the tea is there if you want it, then goes back to quietly holding you.

You realize, after laying in his arms for a while, that he is meditating. You try to match your breathing to his, and you see a small smile steal across his face when he feels what you are doing. You fell right into his trap.

The two of you breathe in sync for a while, just soaking in each other's presence.

If you decide to talk about it, Leo listens very closely to you. He's not confident that it will happen, but he hopes that you'll tell him if it's something he can help with. No matter what though, if you just need to vent or need advice or need him to do something for you, he will respect your wishes.

Raphael

Raph's first instinct is to find out who hurt you so that he can go take care of them. Fortunately, he goes with his second instinct, which is to bundle you in his arms and carry you to his room.

Once there, he climbs into bed and rearranges the two of you until you are both comfortable. He makes sure you are completely covered with him, his strong hands rubbing your back. "I've got ya sweetheart. What do ya need?"

Raph isn't quite confident in his ability to comfort you, so he does need some guidance. But once you let him know what you need, he's on top of it.

If you just want to curl up on his plastron and be held, he will stay with you as long as you need. He will rub your back. He will be your own personal weighted blanket. Gentle touches or rough hugs, hell if you need him to distract you he will. Anything for you.

(Raph finds that he wants to give you the gentle touches. He wants to hold you gently, he wants to show you softness. But if that's not what you need, he'll just have to talk to you about it later. This ain't about him.)

If you want to talk about it, if you need to vent, Raph'll listen. He'll empathize. He might growl or mutter as you talk, but he won't interrupt. If you want advice, he'll do his best to give it to you.

Anything you need, he'll get it for you. Drink, food, more pillows? It's there almost before you ask for it. You won't have to lift a finger or do anything if you don't want to. "I'll take care of you princess."

Donatello

Donnie immediately has so many questions, but he sets them aside. You asked him to help you learn how to be cared for, so he's going to do just that.

He takes to the lab, because the bed there is comfier than the one in his room. He puts on some music you like and turns down the volume. He encourages you to climb in and climbs in behind you. He lays down and lets you climb on him however you want.

Once the two of you are comfortable, he asks if you want to talk about it. He realizes that you need to be guided into asking for what you want, and he's prepared to do that. Your answer is the beginning of the mental flow chart Donnie created specifically for caring for you.

If you do want to talk about it, Donnie first asks if you want advice or if you just want to vent. Once that's established, he is an active listener. He asks questions and gives you nudges if he thinks you need it. He'll make those snarky comments that make you laugh. He checks in periodically to make sure that you're still okay. Talking to Donnie will always make you feel better.

If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay too. He'll ask if there's anything you need, then send the drone to zap Raph into getting it for you. Once Raph is gone (rubbing his arm and muttering murderously), Donnie settles in for a nice long cuddle session with you.

If you're okay with it, he pulls up some work. He asks if you want a distraction, and if so he'll start telling you about what he's doing. Donnie works with one hand while the other absentmindedly rubs your arm. He still checks in every once in a while to make sure you're okay and ask if you need anything.

Michelangelo

Mikey, much like Leo, hates that you're upset but is so happy that you came to him so he could care for you. This is a huge step, you're making progress! Now it's his turn to make progress, to show you how he can care for you.

He asks if you need anything first, so he can grab it without interrupting the "epic cuddle session" you're about to have. (Later, when you ask him to get you something, he'll interrupt the cuddle session anyway with zero complaints. He just wants you to be happy.)

Once that's all taken care of, he hustles you off to his room, hand on your back. Thank the pizza gods that Leo had forced him at sword point to clean it the day before. You both get in bed and get comfy.

He holds you as if you are a treasure, a beloved teddy bear. It is hard to believe that Mikey can be this gentle. He wraps you in blankets and props you up with pillows until you are surrounded in softness and him.

Then he starts to talk. He chatters on about anything and everything, whatever comes to mind. His skateboard tricks, their latest encounter with the Foot, Raph breaking his most recent lifting record... you are caught up on ALL the turtle gossip.

Mikey doesn't stop until he gets a smile out of you. When he sees it, his answering smile lights up the room. He asks if you are feeling better. If you are, he starts being silly, kissing your face and tickling you until you are crying from laughter. If you aren't, he asks if you want to talk about it. He'll listen and commiserate with you, and support you no matter what.

[ddollfface]

Hello there! I read your yandere baki with the shy reader, and I really loved it! I'm a bit new to your blog, but I thought of another scenario/request with the anime in mind that would genuinely make sense as something that could happen. This is for a Yandere Yuujirou. I know mentioning him, of all people, is a bit of an 'oh this can't end well' moment, but hear me out. The reader has some sort of condition that makes them pretty fragile. Not like, 'I take a step, and my leg breaks fragile,' but enough where they have to be super duper and careful about everything. and with baki and how they kind of stretch things to make things work even if it isn't the most realistic when it comes to anatomy and stuff, this lands the reader with the title of 'Weakest person alive.' Yuujirou's exact opposite. The context of the scenario would be that Tokugawa, wanting to bring in more people to watch the fights, wants to orchestrate Yuujirou and the reader meeting in front of everyone, maybe after Yuujirou has some big fight in the arena, "The meeting of the century." It's enough of an interesting concept that Yuujirou begrudgingly agrees to it just to satisfy his curiosity on seeing what the weakest person alive looks like. He could have zero interest in the reader at the start of the meeting. But, this is the part where the interest kicks in. The fans start cheering for Yuujirou to pick the reader up since, presumably, the reader would be pretty light and small due to being so weak. And for Yuujirou he just wants to be mean and scare the reader so he goes along with it. So he picks them up and perches them on his shoulder, then it happens. He squeezes their leg just a little so they won't just fall right off from suddenly being picked up, and he breaks their leg by accident. The reader isn't mad or freaking out about it and just calmly tells Tokugawa to call an ambulance. Their pain tolerance has gotten so high over the years of constant injuries that this doesn't even phase them. Bonus points if they're all like. "It's ok i know you didn't mean to do it." Like they're not even scared of him and they got off lucky. But for Yuujirou, this is much bigger moment for him. He's the strongest man alive, he has complete control over his strength! Or so he thought, and he's left being smacked in the face with all of his hard training up to this point. The control over his own strength he's prided himself on failed. Of course, this would bug the shit out of him. It's a mistake and a blemish on his mind, which would get him into this mindset of being like. 'well if I can't even make contact with this person without them breaking then clearly I need to train more' and thus, poor reader has to deal with Yuujirou popping up into their life every now and again to 'prove his control' causing reader to get injured a lot and by the end of it Yuujirou fixated/obcessed with them to the point that even if he completes this self-appointed training of his, he's not going to leave them alone. The poor reader has to deal with Yuujirou permanently for the rest of their life. And reader's love life ceases to exist. Sorry if this wasn't very coherent, I'm just super excited about it and the idea. You don't even have to add the meeting in it. It's just for context and all. I don't really know how asks works, but if you see this, ask and decide. "Hey, I want to do this request at some point." Or if you don't, could you at least respond by letting me know that you even saw it? Sorry if I'm being annoying about this ;-;

Heyyy!! I'm so sorry for taking so long to see this request! It's totally my fault nonny! But I noticed you're little note on the bottom, and totally! I'm so down to do this, and I'm honored that you sent it to me out of all the amazing writers in the Baki Fandom ♡

I'll get to it at some point, I swear, but I may take a moment or two as I'm surfing through the mountain of requests I have right now (no problem with that though, just awakening from my hibernation lol).

If you have anything else you want to add, then just send in another request or a private message, whatever you're most comfortable with! I love listening to you guys' ramblings, so cute!!! Have a wonderful day/night, love you ♡♡♡

[theo4eve]

How. To. Write.

[wanderin-cowboy]

Some Snippets from the upcoming chapter of "Meet Me on the Strange Trails"

Chapter 15: Blood in the Water

1. "STANLEY!" Ford screamed in horror as he watched his brother crumple like a bloody rag doll, Rico standing over him with an expression full of so much manic glee that Ford thought he’d be sick. Stan had warned him, he’d warned him, but still Ford wasn’t ready for how truly terrifying Rico was. He understood now, all too well, why Stan had been scared. Beyond his horror, however, was anger.

2. "Nice try, Paul Bunyan, but we ain’t stickin’ around. Now stay put, or I start slicing." Brico warned, dragging the knife across the side of Stan’s neck, causing a thin line of red to appear.

3. "H-hey…" Jimmy rasped. Nolan stared at him, then poured a cup of water and handed it over wordlessly. Jimmy drank two cups gratefully before sagging against the bed with a sigh.

"You’re a fucking idiot." Nolan said finally.

[fandumbass]

HI I LOVE YOUR BUCKSHOT FIC I BINGEREAD IT IN LIKE TWO DAYS. UNHINGED QUESTION : CAN I PAY YOU. JUST. IN GENERAL. I WANT TO THROW MONEY AT YOU FOR MAKING A GOOD FIC DO YOU HAVE A KOFI OR ANYTHING?

HELLO HI WOW THIS IS VERY FLATTERING,,,, THANK YOU,,,,,,

I don't, actually! My situation at home is actually pretty comfortable, all things considered, so I didn't really feel a need to set one up WRT writing!

However, if you still really really feel the need to throw money at someone because of me, it'd be super duper awesome if you could direct it here instead!