Curly X Reader Snippet

To re-write my Boku no Stress Relief series, or not to re-write my Boku no Stress Relief series...

Ugh, I have too much I want to do. I need to finish like three different CoD fics still TT_TT

platonic senkasa + nightmares pretty please?^^

Platonic SenKasa remains a vibe

They both have nightmares

Senku, arguably, gets more

But that's just because a lot of his trauma is far more recent and still fresh in his mind, whereas Tsukasa's is older and has had more time to be processed

But regardless, nightmares do happen

And when they do, these two somehow always find each other

Whether it's Tsukasa finding Senku anxiously working on something in the dead of night when the memory of having his neck snapped resurfaces again

Or it's Senku finding Tsukasa training in order to tire himself back out after a particularly vivid dream of the day he found out his sister may never wake back up

They always radiate to each other

They don't talk about it right away

But instead, they talk about everything else.

Senku rambles on and on about space, and how the Earth is wobbly while Tsukasa listens

and Tsukasa reminisces about the things he actually misses, while Senku makes a mental list of what he can and can't make with the materials they have on hand

Standing in the lab, bathed in soft candlelight

They lean on each other, allowing for a rare moment of platonic intimacy between them that no one else gets to see

That's when the truth comes out

They listen to each other, not saying a word until each has finished

"Damn, I guess we're both pretty screwed," Senku tries to make a joke, but it falls flat. Tsukasa chuckles anyway.

"I suppose so. But at least we're screwed together," He says.

Senku curls his nose, but his voice is soft, thick with emotion he refuses to show.

"Better together than separate, I guess," He says. Tsukasa chuckles again, before letting his face take on a more serious look, one he knows Senku won't ignore.

"I'm serious. Despite everything we've gone through, I'm glad you're here with me, Senku."

In a rare moment of pure honesty, Senku sighs.

"Yeah. Me too, Tsukasa. I'd rather it be you than anyone else."

My computer is fixed but now I'm tired so

Anything left in my ask box overnight will be answered whenever I wake up tomorrow, and I have some requests queued for you all as well to see while I'm working through my backlog

Okay goodnight

OH I'M AN ARIES TOO!!!!! NOICE!!

Happy late birthday

(do you know your moon and rising and all of that?)

Thank you! You as well!!

I'm a Taurus moon and Cancer rising, I believe. I'll have to check though, I never was one to keep track of all that very well.

"I need more Sai Nanami content" I say, knowing perfectly well I could just write it for myself

A little piece of my oc meeting Izuku for the first time.

"What the fuck?" Her body jerks to a stop, eyes narrowing. "Gods in the sky, you're a child."

Izuku startles a little, blinking at the woman he was so certain was a villain. Slowly, her face morphs from annoyed to a genuine concern. She looks worried for him.

"Are you alright?" She steps closer, heedless of how he stiffens in response, prepared for her to attack when his guard is down. Instead, his face is taken between two soft, chilled hands, his head tilted back and forth as she inspects for damage.

"Wh-wha-"

Her hands move from his face to his shoulders, stepping back once to scan the rest of his body, eyes pausing briefly at every bruise or singed piece of fabric. The longer she looks, the more lines seem to appear on her face as her concern grows.

Then, slowly, anger fills her face as she finally realizes just what's going on, her grip on her shoulders near bruising, nails digging through his hero costume like flimsy paper.

"You shouldn't be in a place like this," She says, voice tight. "Who let you do this?"

"I-" "Who let you come out here and get hurt?!"

Izuku jumps, goosebumps covering his flesh at the anger and protectiveness in her voice. She must notice how his eyes widen, how he shrinks back the slightest bit, and her grip loosens, the concern washing back over her face.

"Oh, no, I'm not upset with you," She coos at him, much softer now. Her hands smooth over his shoulders, rubbing away the stinging pain from how tightly she'd held him.

She looks like his mom, he thinks. Despite the fact that she's clearly younger, the way her lips are turned downward, eyebrows pinched together, voice and touch much more gentle than before, all of it feels so painfully motherly. It felt like when he visited home. All that was missing was the teary hug and the pleas to be safer. Though, something tells him if he asked for it, she'd pull him in and pet his hair and tell him that everything was alright. It has his throat closing up, his heart clenching hard in his chest. Great, now he wanted to cry.

"How badly are you hurt?" She asks.

"I'm okay," He mumbles. It was an odd feeling, having a villain parent him like this.

"Good. Come with me, I'll take care of you."

He's not sure if it's her quirk, if he's curious, or if he's just that desperate for respite, but he follows her when she ushers him along. A part of him knows this is probably a really bad idea, that just moments ago he'd been fighting her as a hero. She could easily take advantage of his dropped guard and attack again. But, even still, he wanted to believe that she was being genuine. That the moment she'd realized he was student, she'd stopped because she truly was worried for him, and wanted to make sure he was alright.

It was confusing, his mind was a mess and the others were definitely going to yell at him later, but he still goes.

if you have time, could you do some Tsukasa x reader hurt/comfort where the reader is injured while working? totally not thinking about a certain friend's oc... no.... i would never do that...

Oh, yeah, totally. Totally not thinking about the same oc I am absolutely not

😏

This is so bad I'm so sorry I don't know where my brain went does this even count as hurt/comfort-

Tsukasa x gn!Reader

It had been an accident. The knife you’d been holding had slipped and sliced into the meat of your other hand. You hissed out curses, trying to press a clean cloth against your hand to stop the bleeding before it got too bad. But the cut was deep, and you were definitely going to need stitched together. 

You’re in the middle of the simple procedure when Tsukasa comes barreling into the room. 

“Hey! Careful!” Yuzuriha scolds him, but her words go ignored as he rushes towards you, hands reaching for your face. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, breathless. He must have run all the way from the training field once he got the news. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You say, pressing your cheek into his hand on instinct, seeking his warmth. Tsukasa lets out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing immediately. 

“Thank goodness. All I’d heard was that you were hurt, but no one told me what happened,” He says. 

“Can I finish working on my patient please?” Yuzuriha huffs, though you don’t think she’s actually that mad. If anything, she looked more amused than anything. “I still need to wrap their hand up.”

“I can do that,” Tsukasa says, turning and holding out his palm for the necessary supplies. Yuzuriha sighs, and hands them over before quickly and quietly slipping out of the room with a sneaky little grin on her face. Almost like this was planned. 

Your friends were getting less and less sneaky about what they were trying to do. 

Tsukasa takes a seat in front of you, pulling your hand into his lap so that he can inspect the careful stitching with a frown. His eyes always held a kind of intensity, but his gaze almost felt like it was burning. It made you more than a little anxious. He was always telling you to be more careful, and here you were getting hurt doing something mundane. 

“I’m sorry,” You blurt suddenly, unable to hold it in. Tsukasa looks up at you, soft eyes flitting across your anxiety filled expression. 

“What for?” He asks.

“Getting hurt. Again.”

“It happens to the best of us,” He says. “I’m more worried about how this is going to affect your ability to do the things you enjoy.” 

“Oh…” You hadn’t had time to think about that. With an injured hand, you wouldn’t be able to write, play music, or even help with basic tasks until you were healed. There was no way Senku would let you risk an infection. 

So, what were you supposed to do now? Nothing? But how could you just sit here and do nothing all day? The Kingdom of Science needed every available hand in order to keep things moving, yours included.

What a burden you’d become. Not only were you hurt, but now you were useless too. 

“Hey, hey,” Tsukasa’s hand touches your face again. You blink, a little startled at his touch and worried tone. 

“Huh? Oh, sorry, were you saying something?” You ask, a little embarrassed to have to even ask. You should have been paying attention already-

“No, it’s alright. You just…looked lost for a minute,” He says softly, fingers brushing across your cheek before dropping. 

“Oh…” 

Silence falls between you, neither knowing really what to say next. Tsukasa grabs the supplies he was given- some ointment and bandages- and gets to work on your hand. The ointment stings a bit, but not too seriously. Just enough to know it was working. 

As he works, you take a moment to focus on his hands, hoping the small distraction was enough to shake some of this anxiety you were building. 

They’re bigger than yours, though to be fair Tsukasa was a bit taller. And they were warm. Very warm. You always liked that about him, his warmth always giving you a strange feeling of security and comfort. 

God you liked him so much. You just wished you’d stop embarrassing yourself in front of him every time you were together. You always said or did something that made you wish a hole would swallow you up so that you could perish in peace. But no matter what, he never stopped finding and spending time with you. It made you dare to think that maybe he liked you too. 

“There we go,” Tsukasa murmurs once the bandage is firmly in place. “You’ll have to change this pretty often, but I can help you with that if you need it. I know you don’t handle pain very well.” 

Your face flushes, but he just gives you a warm smile, sending your heart beating a million miles a second. 

“I-I can do it on my own just fine!” You say with a huff, making him chuckle a little. 

“Of course,” he says. “My mistake.” 

There’s another moment of quiet, though this one is filled with a different kind of tension. The kind that told you Tsukasa was measuring his next words, planning them extremely carefully before speaking. 

“I was worried,” He says softly. 

“I’m so-”

“Don’t apologize, I know accidents happen. But when I was told you’d been hurt, I couldn’t help but feel anxious,” He sighs, holding your bandaged hand in his gentle palm. “I think you’re the first person other than my sister to so thoroughly scare me like that.” 

Great. Fantastic. Now you felt even more terrible about the whole thing. Way to go, you! 

“I’ll be more careful, I swear,” You say, praying your voice isn’t shaking given your sudden need to cry. 

“Good. Because if something serious happened to you, I don’t know how I’d ever recover,” He murmurs. You’re still processing his words when he lifts your hand, and presses your bandaged palm against his lips. 

It’s such a small and quick action, but the kiss has your whole body heating up, your face bright red and your heart hammering somehow even harder. You needed to calm down, and fast, before you passed out. That was the last thing either of you needed after this whole ordeal. 

“I-I’ll be extra careful,” You repeat. “Cross my heart! You won’t have to keep taking care of me like this!”

Tsukasa chuckles, a warm smile on his own slightly flushed face.

“What if I said I didn’t mind taking care of you?” He asks, standing and pulling you to your feet with him.

“I’d say you shouldn’t waste your time,” You say. 

“It’s not a waste. Not if it’s you.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

"He starts making a mental last will and testament, and hopes through some miracle he can telepathically send it to Stanley, who bailed from the room faster than a bullet shoots from his gun. "

I wheeze! Stanley really said bye boo 💅

Stanley when he hears his or his closest companion's full government names being yelled:

Wait you do oc x cannon-

I can, yes!

I may just have questions about your oc!

Dreams about fanfictions I havent thought of or written yet are a trip like what do you mean I could be writing a Dr. Stone fic where Senku had a pen pal in America that was supposed to be for a dumb English lesson in middle school but ended up vibing with enough to keep writing for the next few years? What do you mean he could have been planning on going out to meet her after he graduated and since the world got petrified has been so sure she's waiting for him in stone somewhere and how that kinda hurts a lot so let's just not think about it and focus on saving the world with science except oops now we're here and what do you mean she's unpetrified and has been trying to get to Japan to save him this whole time?

...

Anyway if anyone needs me for the next 6-10 business weeks I'll be drowning in my own emotions over a super nerd and his oc girlfriend.