Now That I've Taken A Nap, Let Me Continue.

So im the person who requested the Tsukasa x Reader (Hi mother i know im supposed to be writing andi am but i just had a thought)

What if in the moment where Tsukasa took the bite for the reader-

He had been a bit too late and mReader had gotten bit instead

Hello, my child. I stopped everything I was doing for this so that you can go back to doing what you are supposed to be doing.

Tsukasa would not take that well at all.

He has a little bit of a savior complex, so the idea that he's failed to keep someone important to him safe would shatter him.

So would the way you scream.

He'd hear it in his dreams, the sound echoing in his ears for days afterwards.

Because he's certain it's his fault

He wasn't fast enough

Even though he'd been so close to you when it happened

Somehow, the threat had gone unnoticed until it was too late for him to act.

The guilt eats at him, pulling apology after apology out of his mouth

He wouldn't be able to look at you for a while

The sight of you, injured and hurting, would be too much for him

He can't even bring himself to touch you, for fear of causing more hurt

Hi Hi hi!!!

I'm sorry but I CANNOT STOP READING WHATEVER THOUGHTS YOU HAVE ABOUT SENKU!!! I'd love to hear more about ur oc and Senku together 🥹🥹 <33

(but ofc- it's up to you if you wanna share lmao. I love your fic on ao3 too!! Thank you for reading this!)

AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I have so many thoughts about these two I genuinely don't know where to start.

Pre-Stone World, Odie lived in a pretty bad place, and had very little in the way of a support network.

The one person you'd think would help her ran off as soon as he possibly could, so she had to deal with the brunt of it alone.

She is 100% Stan's biggest hater and it's his own fault

But then she gets assigned this little pen pal project in the Japanese class she's taking because her school just happens to offer it, and ends up picking Senku as her partner by chance (his class sent the first 'hello' letters.)

He doesn't give her much to work with, just a name and a generally polite greeting.

So that's all she sends back. Her name, and a generally polite greeting.

And that makes Senku curious. All the other kids in his class got long, drawn-out letters, so why didn't he? What was different about her?

They vibe together shockingly well, once they start actually communicating.

Once phone numbers are swapped, it's almost non-stop

He's a certified yapper and she's a listener, and he takes full advantage of that.

She has sat through several multi-hour science lectures without complaint. You think Yuzuruha and Taiju are strong willed? They've got nothing on this depressed American teenager.

Has, on more than one occasion, purposefully texted him a hyper-specific science question out of nowhere while he was in school just to see if he'll answer it

(He does. He texts her the most quick and dirty explanation, then goes into details about it on the phone later that night.)

She also skips school and pretends to be sick a lot, and Senku will always answer a text from her (unless he's in REM sleep, but he'll always reply to her as soon as he's up)

It doesn't matter that Japan is 16 hours ahead of the United States, if they're both awake, they're probably talking

Things like this are pretty common.

Senku is the one to bring up the idea of doing video calls with their computers instead of just regular phone calls.

She bullies the hell out of him and honestly he kinda likes it (not like that I swear)

He likes that she makes jabs at him, but isn't trying to actually hurt him

And he'll shoot it right back at her, so it was totally fair

I, too, am a certified yapper and I love these two so much I am so excited to have them have their reunion in my fic. A tiny spoiler, it doesn't go well.

If you dream it, do it (literally)

Torn between finishing this request and finishing my OC profiles

Quick, someone flip a coin for me and tell me where it lands

omg hi!!! i saw you take requests so…if you’re comfortable and willing too, could you pretty please write a smutty fic about stanxeno in a throuple with the reader? thank you sm! love your writing!

Y E S

StanXeno x fem!Reader

CW: mild smut, language, sexting (i did not go into as much detail as I could have for the sake of getting this done in a decent amount of time)

The cold breeze nipped at your bare arms as you leaned against the balcony railing of your apartment. The city was awash with light, chasing away the heavy darkness of the late night hours, the sounds of the people and cars below making it seem just a little less lonely. 

If you cared to check your watch for the seventh time, you’d see that it was passing 1am. If you cared to check your phone for the fifteenth time, you’d see the confirmation text of another late night, your love apologizing for not being able to make it on time again. 

You were used to this, honestly. Between one lover being a NASA scientist, and the other being a Special Forces soldier, you ended up home alone more often than not. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand, their jobs were both incredibly demanding and required their full attention; but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. 

Being outside, you don’t hear the front door of your apartment open and close, nor do you hear the kicking off of heavy boots and padding of socked feet searching for you. It’s not until a soft tapping on the glass behind you sounds in your ears that you even realize someone was there at all. 

It makes you jump, whirling around with a gasp and a curse, your body immediately relaxing when you recognize the man leaning against the doorway of the balcony with his arms crossed, his uniform jacket long abandoned inside, leaving him in just his pants and an undershirt. 

“Jesus, Stan!” You huff, pressing a hand to your chest. “Way to scare the life out of me!” 

“My bad, baby,” He hums. He uncrosses his arms and lifts one, signaling for you to take the handful of steps towards him and sink into his arms. 

He reeks of smoke and gunpowder and travel, but he’s as real and warm as when he left several weeks ago. You just lean on his chest, letting his arm drape around you, holding you against him lazily for a long, quiet moment. 

“Where’s Xee?” He asks, after a while. 

“Work, I think. I texted him like two hours ago, dunno if he’s gotten back to me or not. I left my phone inside,” You mumble unhappily. Stanley lets out a hum that mirrors your annoyance, his arm tightening around you in a much firmer hug. 

“Guess we just gotta celebrate my comin’ home early without ‘im,” He says, heat in his tone. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head and looking up at him. 

“It’s late,” You say.

“And?” 

You laugh again, deciding that he makes a fair enough argument. 

“Kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You missed his lips against yours, the way his hands roam without restriction. For a man who seemed so distant to others, he was always so touchy with you and Xeno. 

You wish you’d known he was coming home, you could have pulled out that lacy little number that drove him crazy, instead of your current sweatpants and sweater combo. Not that it seemed to matter to him at all, since he was hellbent on taking it all off of you anyway. 

He drags you inside, letting go only long enough to slam and lock the balcony door before he’s back on you, pressing kiss after kiss into your lips. His arms wrap around you, lifting you with the kind of ease that only comes from experience, and he carries you back through the apartment and into the bedroom, where he dumps you unceremoniously onto the bed. His impatience shows in the way he pins you, clothes going whichever direction he tosses them.

Quick, desperate sex was normal for Stanley after his deployments, regardless of whether they’re a few days or a few months, and you had absolutely no qualms with that. It showed that he’d missed you just as much, that he was just as miserable without you as you were without him and Xeno. 

So when he works you up until you’re an absolute mess and then stops, you think maybe he’s lost his mind a little bit. 

“Don’t move,” He says, kissing you hard before sliding off the bed and vanishing into the hall. You wait in frustrated confusion, your whole body vibrating with need, for him to come back and finish what he started. 

He returns in a flash, your own cellphone in his hands. He says nothing as he climbs back over you, situating himself between your legs, one of his wicked smirks growing over his face at the way you squirm and whine, aching for more. 

“Xee’s on his way home,” He says, voice thick with mischief. “How ‘bout we send him a picture? Show him how fuckin’ pretty our girl is when she’s like this so he knows what he’s missin’.” 

A giggle bursts out of you, your head nodding wildly. This was definitely a first, but you were into it. You can imagine Xeno’s expression when he opens the text Stanley is sending him via your phone. The picture of you, bare and desperate, would have his face flushed, and there was no doubt that he’d, as Stanley would put it, get his ass in gear, and speed home to you.

The message is sent with a soft whoosh, the phone is tossed onto the side table, and Stanley wastes no more time in getting what he wants. 

Time becomes meaningless when he’s making love to you like this, every touch making the desperate race to pleasure hotter and more intense. 

Unlike when Stanley arrived, you hear very clearly when Xeno slams the front door open, the sound of his racing footsteps loud against the floor as he races down the hall and into the bedroom. Stanley sits up, keeping himself seated inside you, and looks over his shoulder with that same smirk from earlier.

“Look who’s finally home,” He hums. “We thought you’d never make it.” 

Xeno laughs, sounding mildly delirious as he stares with wide eyes at the two of you.

“If I’d known it was going to be such a party, I would have made myself more available,” He says, slinking into the room. Stanley simply hums in reply. 

“Xee~” You reach a hand out to your other lover weakly. “C’mere.” 

“Shall I, my love?” 

“Better make it quick, we’re almost done,” Stanley shifts, sending a shudder and a whine through you in order to make his point clear. 

Xeno chuckles again, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Very well, if you insist.”

I'm sorry but the hilarity of imagining the American colonists flail to figure out who is dating/married to who in a StanXeno x Reader scenario has me dead

"Careful, that's Captain Stanley's spouse!"

"Uh, no, that's Xeno's spouse."

"...are...are Stanley and Xeno not married???"

Meanwhile the three in question are just watching from the sidelines making bets as to who figures it out first

I haven't released the fic yet, but here's another little thing for Senku and the OC I wrote for him

The first time Senku sees her, it's a picture swiped from a picture frame she claims no one will notice missing. It's a group photo, and her letter challenges him to guess which one of the four girls she was.

He picks her out instantly.

He doesn't know too much about her yet at this point, but from what little he does know, he's certain the girl who looks like she sleeps far less than was healthy was his Odie.

When he sends his response, along with a photocopy of the picture with her face circled in bright red marker, he makes the point to tell her that she should take more naps, joking that she looked worse than he did after staying up all night working on his rocket.

Hard to do when there's so much noise in my house.

He doesn't quite understand what that means until a few months later, during one of their first phone calls.

sigh.. recently got into stanxeno x reader.. more so stanxeno x reader where it's like.. highschool sweethearts yadda yadda.. sobs.. ..can i have even just hcs i am this desperate . (also if i forget to unanon this pretend you dont see what account this is because im an rp blog)

(not me being lowkey jealous of you being an rp blog I haven't done something like that in so long-)

StanXeno x Reader as high school friends turned sweethearts is everything to me, I am more than happy to indulge you.

You end up standing up for Xeno in the beginning of your freshman year when he's being bullied by your friends

They all roll their eyes and turn their noses up and tell you that he's a loser who isn't worth your protection.

You've gone to the same school as him your whole life

You just never ran in the same circles, so you never got to really talk to him before

But even still, you argue that he's actually pretty cool, and didn't they know he was your friend too?

Yeah, you totally hang out all the time when you aren't with them

Oh, prove it? Um, well, uh-

"He builds rockets!" You shout it after a quick, panicked scan, where you see a NASA pin on his backpack.

"We-we were even planning on setting one off this weekend!" You add, face burning with mild embarrassment.

You just hoped you weren't making things worse.

A teacher ends up breaking everything up, and sending you all on your way

After rushing out an apology, you practically run from him.

Your friends refuse to let you sit with them at lunch, leaving you flailing for somewhere else to go that wasn't already full

That's when a hand grabs your elbow, startling you.

Stanley Snyder, objectively the most beautiful boy in your grade, is who stands there.

"Sit with us," He says, giving you a little tug.

You let him drag your bewildered form away from the table of scowling former friends, all the way to the other side of the lunchroom.

Xeno looks up from his lunch when Stanley drops his stuff onto the table and sits across from him.

You hesitantly join them, sitting to the right of Stanley, just off from being directly across from Xeno

When you ask why they invited you to sit with them, Xeno raises an eyebrow and says, in the most casual way possible,

"We're friends, aren't we?"

You flush, but you don't argue.

You had been the one to make that claim

And never once, in the days that follow, do you regret it

You do, in fact, set off a small rocket that weekend

You find out, about a year and a half later, that that had been the day Xeno fell in love with you.

Stanley's affection came soon after, since you started spending every day with the two of them

There is an intense Mario Kart battle between the two of them that you don't know about that decides who gets to kiss you first

(Xeno won, though Stanley insists he threw the match on purpose)

I think the worst punishment the gods can give is making an author have absolutely zero drawing talent like what do you mean I can imagine what they look like in my head but I can't put it on paper because I can't draw a straight line this is bullshit.

Can you do a touch starved tsukasa x a male reader

I will do my very best!

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Tsukasa x male!Reader

The first time you touch him, he freezes, his whole body tensing at the sudden and unexpected contact. 

It had been such a nonchalant, casual thing for you. A simple hand on his arm while the two of you were talking. You hadn't even thought about what you'd done, or why you'd done it. It had just felt right in the moment. But you catch how still he goes, how startled he seems behind his usually calm expression. 

You mumble an apology as you pull away, earning yourself one of his small smiles and nods, along with a soft assurance that it was alright. 

"I'm just not used to it," He says. "Usually when I touch someone, it ends in violence." 

The second time you touch him, it's more purposeful. More cautious. You offer him your hand when he’s exhausted from training and slumped on a tree stump, telling him it was time to eat. 

He pauses, considers your hand, then takes it. 

The third time and fourth times you make contact, it's his decision. 

His hand comes down on your shoulder a little harder than he'd intended, startling you and causing you to almost mess up what you were doing. You look up over your shoulder at him, face flushing, the warmth of his palm heating your whole body. 

“Sorry to startle you,” He says, looking a little sheepish. “Mind if I join?” 

You nod, shifting over a bit so he can sit beside you, spreading himself just enough to let his knee bump against yours. Not that you minded, of course. 

“What are you working on?” He asks, leaning closer than one would expect from him. 

“Oh, uh, it's just a little personal project,” You say with a chuckle, turning the paper in your hands for him to see. 

His eyes flit across the page, taking in every line scrawled across it. 

“How impressive,” He says softly. “You must have a good memory to be able to do things like this.” 

You laugh, completely missing the way the sound lights up his expression for a moment.

“If you're impressed, then I must be doing a good job,” You say, grinning. 

“I agree.” 

He leaves you not too long after that, with a hesitant hand pressed between your shoulder blades for the shortest of moments before he walks off. 

The fifth time you touch, there's blood. 

It's everywhere, yet he looks so calm. You keep your hands pressed into his side, eyes wide, as you try to process what happened. It had been so fast. One minute, you were collecting herbs for Senku, the next Tsukasa was next to you, taking a bite to the ribs directly from a wild animal that had snuck up on you. 

Nothing but rapid apologies spill from your lips. You should have been paying more attention, should have noticed the danger before it got too close. But you were exhausted after too many long nights staring up at the ceiling begging for sleep to come. All you could do was thank the heavens that Tsukasa had been nearby, otherwise it could be you bleeding all over the place right now. 

You insist that he lean on you as you head back to get him treated, so that he doesn’t agitate his injured side. He chuckles, reminds you that he’s had worse, but does it anyway.

You don’t know what exactly changes in him after that, but every time you make contact afterwards, it feels almost like he’s come to find your touch as a new comfort. Something he not just wants, but needs. 

Whenever you sit or stand close to him, you find him shifting closer, letting his shoulder or knee press lightly against yours, he becomes the first to offer you high-fives when you do something cool, and whenever he approaches you from behind, he’ll press a hesitant hand to your upper back so as to not startle you. 

It becomes so constant, yet you just can’t get used to it. He stays physically distant from everyone else, so what exactly was it that made you so special? Had you done something? Did he just like you more than everyone else? 

If only he wasn’t so hard to read. You could ask him, you suppose, but how exactly do you bring that up in casual conversation without accidentally causing him to distance himself from you again? 

You rub at your face with a sigh. Your head was killing you, and your vision was starting to get hazy. A nap would be perfect right now. Some sleep might just help you put your thoughts in order. 

“Whoa-hey!” A pair of hands grabs you, catching you just as your knees give out. You blink several times, looking up at your savior. 

“Tsukasa,” You say, more to confirm it to yourself that it was him looking at you with a worried expression. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, still holding on to you. 

“I think so,” You say. “I’m just tired. I was gonna go try to lay down for a minute or ten.” 

“Let me help you.” 

“Oh, no, Tsukasa I’m fine-oh!” Your breath catches in your throat when your body is lifted with ease. Tsukasa situates you in his arms, holding you close to his chest like you were a prince in distress. 

“I don’t mind,” He says. “Carrying you like this is easy, and I’d much prefer to know you made it to bed alright.” 

You just nod, flustered and red-faced. As he carries you towards your sleeping quarters, you catch sight of Yuzuriha, who gives you two thumbs up, silently rooting for you. 

Senku raises an eyebrow at the two of you as you pass him, and you swear you see Gen grinning like some wicked fox.