They Would Be. Ryusui Might Desire To See Her Face, But He's Not Nearly As Pushy Of A Person As He Makes

I really love your writing. Could you do a fic inspired by the song undressed by sombr about Senku and the reader (only if you have the time and the energy to do it)? "I don't want the children of another man to have the eyes of the girl I won't forget" hits HARD. A good ending or angst ending is fine with me, I just like the idea. Please remember to drink water and take care of yourself <3

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is this a breakup song

why would you do this to me

Senku loved you. 

Even though you’re no longer at his side, you were still cemented in his heart. 

You’d wanted more when you were with him. Things he couldn’t give you at the time, that he hadn’t been ready for. Things your new lover seemed more than happy to offer up. He knows that, logically, he should move on. But the idea of trying again with someone who wasn’t you made him feel sick. 

You were the one who’d made him happiest, who taught him things about himself that even he hadn’t known. You’d been his safe space, the person he could be fully open with and never worry you were going to run away from what you saw. You’d pried apart his armor, and exposed the soft parts of himself. 

He didn’t want to have to do it all over again. He didn’t want to learn to know another person the way he’d known you. He didn’t want to lay in bed with someone, wishing it was you. And, perhaps most selfishly, he didn’t want to see you on the street with a child that had your eyes and wasn’t his.

You had every right to move on, to find someone who could give you what you wanted, and he knew that. Of course he knew that. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. It didn’t mean he couldn’t stay up all night hoping you showed up on his doorstep. 

It was the most pathetic he’d ever felt in his life. He hadn’t even felt this helpless while he was trapped in stone. You had done something to him. Broken something in him that would never heal again.

You’d loved him, and he still loved you.

Yipe :D

Bet you can't guess who I am-

:3

-🌙

I could take a wild guess 👀

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.

Newest chapter of To the Moon and Back is out!

Anyway back to writing Senku getting killed

I read that stan xeno gn!reader asexual fic you wrote and I legit cried how beautifully you wrote it!!!! 🥹

I'm so happy I found your blog as your texts are a true treasure 💝

ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Me reading this:

How funny would it be if my dr stone oc was Stanley's younger sister (long estranged due to plot reasons) which leaves her feeling guilty for not trying to stop him from shooting Senku, feeling like it is somewhat her fault for not talking to Stan about literally anything but why would she he left her behind to rot in that hellhole by herself-

anyway...

A personal headcannon of mine is that everyone who was petrified the 3700 years are all on varying degrees of touch starved, some might be more clingy or used more subtle touches around people. Especially for significant others, family and friends, now take that and applied it to the main who now is sperate from their s/o who by themself again but having the whole weight in getting the revial fluids or else. 😬

I imagine the like Suika they began to imagine their friends/family and their s/o encouraged them to continue that they'll be there supporting them, when ever they feel down. Heck, even just spending some time hugging the status or even rambling on how their day was to try to maintain some sort of sanity 🙃

Hey friend, everything I say next is out of love,

We gotta have a talk about you breaking my heart every time you're in my ask box because holy shit

But you're so right and I hate it :')

Just imagine it. You go 3700 years trapped in stone, then when you're free you either reunite with your partner or meet them in the stone world and you can touch and be touched and have that kind of physical comfort

But then it's taken from you

Again.

And you have to try to figure out how to make revival fluid all on your own while without true companionship. All you have is your own voice, and the statues of the people you love most for company

Anyway I'm somehow even more sad about this now

If you dream it, do it (literally)

Thinking about Dr. Stone first episode where the students asked who they would save if they had to choose between 2 options and Senku was like "I'll save everyone".

What if reader had a situation like that where the other one dies permanently and they had to choose between Stanley and Xeno without option to save both of them?

How do you think Stanley would react to being saved over Xeno and the same if it was instead Xeno who was saved?

Would they be angry for reader? Would they be able to still look at them in the eyes? How would they cope after this awful event?

First of all:

Rude. I'm crying now.

Second of all:

Neither of them will handle it well. While there is a logical understanding that you did what you had to do, neither Xeno nor Stanley every truly recover.

Stanley very quickly becomes a shell of his former self when he loses Xeno. Just drifting through the world, mind and heart numb. He can't bring himself to be happy anymore. He falls into the deepest of depressions, never to fully return to his senses.

Xeno becomes dangerous. Losing Stanley breaks something in him that no one can fix. If you thought he was a madman before, he practically throws himself off the metaphorical cliff straight into the deep end when Stanley dies.

There would be no real anger with you for what happened, they would both be smart enough to know that it wasn't truly your fault.

There is a high chance, if left to their own devices, one will follow the other to the other side. The only thing that could stop them, would be if you were romantically involved with the two of them when this happened. If that's the case, there is a chance they would both form a borderline obsession with your safety.

Neither of them would want to lose another partner. Not again. And they would both go to some pretty extreme lengths to avoid ever having to watch you die like the other one did.

I cannot stress enough the happiness I feel when a rp blog uses my posts for something because I used to do stuff like that a long time ago and it feels so nice getting to see it still happen in real time 😭