First Of All: I'm So Sorry For Making You Cry And Sad! 😭😓

Saw the post about grabbing Xeno by the tie and thought how funny if he could tell what kind of mood his s/o is in by how they tug?

He be

"Oh, they need to tell me something private"

"Oh...I'm in trouble"

"Guess it's tike to eat"

"Oh? I'm in trouble~"

Man has it down to a tea!

Oh he absolutely can, but imagine this with me if you will.

Add to the pulling of the tie: his full government name.

That's how he knows he's in real trouble. The kind of trouble he can't talk his way out of, or smooth over with a few soft words of appeasement or apology.

No, he's in danger when he hears not just his first or last name, but his middle name.

"Xeno Houston Wingfield!"

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.

"My darling-"

"You motherfucker!"

He's either about to be strangled with his own tie, gripped between the fingers of his lover, punched in the face, or kissed so hard hard he's going to be dizzy.

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.

Just a taste of something

Dabi x Reader MDNI

You catch him out of the corner of your eye barely a breath before his hand slides around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t threaten. He just holds it there, rubbing the column of your throat with his thumb lightly while staring down at you.

He tilts his head to the side when you stare up at him, lips slightly agape. His hand is cooler than it had been before; you think he must have taken a cold shower to soothe his constant feverishness. He doesn’t look angry, not in any way that makes you worry about him causing harm. But he does look annoyed, perhaps at being ignored for too long, almost like a cat.

“End the call.” His voice is too low to be caught by the microphone, the tone of it sending shivers down your spine. 

“I’ve gotta go,” You say immediately. 

“What? No, I’m not done-” The way Dabi’s eyes narrow tells you that he can hear your ex complaining from where he stands, still holding you by the neck. 

“I don’t care,” You pant, face burning red.

“Baby-” The hand around you twitches, fingers closing slightly to squeeze you ever so gently, fiery blue eyes narrowing even further. Dabi hadn’t liked hearing that word. 

You don’t say anything else, refusing to give any more attention to your ex when it was clearly aggravating the man in front of you. Instead, you just hang up and let your phone clatter to the floor, uncaring as to if the screen cracks. 

Dabi lets out a low hum, pleased, but doesn’t release you. He slides his hand up your throat to hold your jaw instead, tilting your head back slightly, humming again at how easily you let him handle you. 

“Boyfriend?” He asks, leaning down to ghost a kiss over your lips. 

“Ex,” Your panted correction earns a real kiss, his lips pressing firmly against yours. 

“Good. I don’t need the competition,” he murmurs.

You want to tell him that he has no competition; that your ex was your ex because he’d cheated and royally screwed any chance of recovering the relationship, but you’re not really sure Dabi cares. Not when he kisses you again, even harder this time, his hand falling from your jaw to join the other in grasping at your hips, pushing you backwards. You dare to reach for him, fingers finding purchase in the front of the borrowed t-shirt. You cling to him when the backs of your legs hit the arm of the couch, almost falling onto it. 

He tugs at your shirt with a mumbled demand to take it off, hands groping at your chest the moment you’re exposed to him. You hadn’t considered having company when you’d foregone the bra this morning, but you were happy you had. His palms are rough, staples scraping across your much softer skin. His touch has you panting, knees parting so that he can slide himself between them, pulling you both impossibly closer to each other. It would occur to you later, that he kissed you like he needed you to breathe. Like you were his only lifeline, and he had no plans of letting go any time soon. 

At the moment, however, you’re easily distracted.

Was thinking about this post from the other day and realized that I have an OC from years ago that I wrote for another Fandom that fits that description due to the pile of trauma I dropped on her and now I'm just

Stanley and Xeno meeting this young woman with a soft face and calm voice but who always seems just a hair away from snapping. Who shies away from their affections for her because she's terrified she'll hurt one of them when she's having one of her bad days.

Stanley, sitting on the floor with her sobbing in his lap after she breaks something in front of him during a meltdown, cradling her in his arms and swearing that he wasn't going to leave.

Xeno helping her take a cool bath, washing her hair with gentle hands as he tries to get her to talk to him about what happened so that he can help her feel more at ease.

Both of them assuring her that it was okay for her to be angry, for her to feel resentment over her life and everything that's happened to her. Telling her that both of them would be more than happy to personally make sure the people who hurt her like this disappeared in the worst ways possible.

Xeno worrying that his faltering morals may be affecting her and pulling away, causing her to panic that it's her fault. Her trying to leave first only to be chased down and brought back home with him and Stanley where she belonged.

Anyway, I'm gonna go cry over this

Fantasy Dr STONE and yes I will elaborate

Touchstarved Headcanons: Tsukasa Shishio

@crescentmoonfallen I struggled a bit bit I hope you like it

x gn!reader

General:

Sudden and unexpected touch can make him flinch

He's had a bad childhood and spent a majority of his life fighting people for money, so his relationship with it is a little iffy.

That's not to say he doesn't like it, he just has to be warned first

Loves hugs from his sister and other gentle-handed people

Tries really hard post stone war to reorient his thoughts and be more accepting of casual touch

With His Partner:

It takes time for him to warm up to touching and being touched by you

But once he's fully comfortable, it's fairly constant.

He's a lot like Senku, where he'll find little reasons to touch you at all times of day.

He'll hold your hand, brush his fingers over your arms, tug on the back of your shirt so that you don't go too far, and find reasons to lean his weight on you (just a little, he's genuinely worried he'll hurt you).

Sleeps with his whole body wrapped around you like a giant cocoon, and will pout if you scoot away because you're too hot.

An absolute cuddle fiend

Would rather die again than move even the tiniest bit when you lay on top of him.

Loves when you hold his face

His body will follow your hands on instinct when you pull away, aching to get more of your touch

If you dream it, do it (literally)

Getting to write Stanley crashing out in the newest chapter of To the Moon and Back was more fun than it should have been.

My eating disorder has been rearing its ugly head, so have this thing I wrote to distract myself from feeling sick while I put myself back together a little.

Note and Warning: This is solely my experience with something of this nature, Eating Disorders can show in all kinds of different ways

Xeno glances at his watch, a frown pressing into his face. It was rare that he was the one ready to eat first. Usually, it's you who comes and drags him away from his work for a meal. But today, something was off.

Actually, something has been off for a few days now.

Three meals a day had fallen to two, an almost absurd amount of time passing between your breakfast and dinner. He'd been a little concerned, but hadn't thought much else about it. You both were busy, it was expected that schedules would change.

But then weren't eating at all.

No breakfast, no lunch, no dinner, not even little snacks. All the food the two of you kept has been untouched by you for two days.

Now, Xeno was worried.

Were you ill? Had he missed something?

He pushes away from his workstation, scanning the room that was otherwise empty of people, wondering if maybe you were waiting for him and he just hadn't noticed you. But no, he was definitely alone.

The sun had fallen some time ago, leaving the colony to be lit by artificial light and the soft glow of the moon above.

He asks Luna and her two young devotees as he passes them if they'd seen you all day. Luna confirms that you'd been out and about as normal, commenting that you looked at bit rough, though in that same breath, she claims that you'd insisted you were fine.

He thanks them, and continues on, moving a little faster now.

He should have been more mindful, should have paid more attention. You were in bad enough shape that others had noticed, yet it had slipped right past him. What a fool he was to neglect you in this way.

He pushes his way into your shared living quarters, calling your name as he does.

"Welcome home!" You're absolutely beaming at him when he turns the corner to find you curled on the small makeshift sofa. You hop to your feet and meet him partway as he lurches to reach you.

"Are you alright?" He asks, taking your face in his hands, trying not to grimace at what he sees.

You did indeed look rough.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," You say, tone a little confused.

"Good," He says. "Are...you hungry?"

There's a pause, a flicker of something in your eyes.

"No, not really."

Surely, that was a lie. There was no way you'd eaten recently at all, not with how haggard you looked, or how your body was shaking.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asks.

You avert your eyes, gaze flitting around to look at everything else but him. Guilt presses into your face.

"I had some water earlier," You say.

"Water is not food, my love," He says. "When was the last time you had food?"

Another long pause. It makes his chest ache at how long it takes you to answer a question that should not be this hard.

"I dunno."

That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all. The human body couldn't sustain itself without proper nutrition.

His mind starts racing, searching for numbers, reports, and facts that he could use to figure out what was happening to you.

The colony wasn't lacking on food. There were plenty of cows and corn and other things they'd been growing. If something had gone wrong in that department, he'd have known a long time ago.

So then, were you choosing not to eat? But why? Was it an image issue? A health problem you hadn't disclosed? A mental disorder? All of the above?

"Xee?"

If his calculations were correct, you likely hadn't eaten anything in at least a day, if not two. A full meal would cause you to be ill. So what was the best way to go about this?

"Xee!"

Something small, first. Finger foods. Something you could eat one or two of at a time.

"Xeno!"

He'd have to monitor you. Perhaps he should take the day tomorrow to help you reorient your body before you passed out and got hurt. The colony would survive without him for a short while. You were far more important.

"Xeno Wingfield!"

He snaps back into focus, zeroing in on you instantly. He could almost laugh at how you looked like the worried one.

"My love," He says. "I'm concerned about you."

"I'm alright, Xee, really."

How could you look so calm? How could you act like this was of no consequence? He couldn't understand it.

"How often do you starve yourself?" He asks. "How has it gone past my notice for so long?"

"I..." You hesitate, looking away from him. A large part of him wants to get angry, to demand your answer faster. But he couldn't do that to you, not when you were clearly already having a hard time.

His poor darling, he just wished you'd said something.

"I was getting better," You finally say.

"So this is some kind of relapse?" He asks.

"I guess? It's kind of hard to explain."

"Please try. The more I understand the better I can help you," He presses his lips to your forehead, hoping his small act of affection works as the encouragement he intended.

"It's started in high school. You remember what it was like back then. Everyone was mean and judgemental, and I didn't feel like I was enough. So I stopped eating, for a really long time. And no one helped me. My parents missed it, my siblings missed it, my friends missed it, I was totally on my own."

You sigh, rubbing your eyes, then continue.

"I was sick a lot because of it, and I think that's what finally shook me out of it a little bit. I was tired of being ill and exhausted and miserable all the time."

"Did you get treatment?" He asks, fearing he already knew the answer.

"Xee, come on, you met my parents before we were all petrified. What do you think?" You say it with a laugh, but neither of you really think it's funny.

He kisses you again, just under your eye. He didn't know what else to do, or what else to say. He just wanted you to know that you were cared for in this moment.

"Anyway," You say. "I eventually got things back in decent order, but I guess...I'm sliding back down the metaphorical hill."

"It's alright, my love. Slide as far as you need, I'm here to help you regain lost ground," He says, pressing a few more featherlight kisses to your face before pulling you close to hold you in his arms.

There are no tears as he holds you, no sniffles or weepy words. You seem so utterly numb to the situation, that he's certain this isn't the first time it's happened.

"Let's have dinner," He says. "And tomorrow, we'll spend the day together."

"I can't just have a whole meal, Xee. I'll get sick."

Ah. He was indeed right in thinking this wasn't your first rodeo with relapsing into your disorder.

"I know, my darling. I'll make you something small and easy to digest for tonight. We'll work together on returning you to eating full meals over the next couple of days," He says, already making mental checklists and plans for the future.

He'd have to get Stanley involved. He'd need his trusted friend to look after things while Xeno took the day off tomorrow. Stanley would also be the perfect person to have keep an eye on you, to make sure you were making progress. He'd tell Xeno the moment you needed aid.

There was a worry of embarassing you, though. So perhaps he'd bring up that possibility later. For now, you needed food, more water, and rest.

In a world of soulmates, you're only ever told that when you find The One, you'll know. But they never tell you exactly how, because for everyone, it's different.

Simon goes through his life feeling the same about everyone he meets. No one gives him any weird butterflies or epiphanies, nor does he feel especially drawn to any one person.

He has friends and coworkers, and plenty of pretty women who bat their eyelashes in hopes that he was their fated partner. But never once had he really...cared. So when you come into the picture, he has no idea what the fuck is wrong with him.

Looking at you makes his chest feel heavy, touching you makes his skin itch, and being apart from you makes him feel like he's dying.

Your smile lights him on fire, your voice the only one that can pull him from any and every thought. All he wants to do is keep you.

When he asks Price about it, because he has no one else to trust, he gets an odd look, then a slow smile. Then his captain pats him on the shoulder, and gives him a fond congratulations.

It still takes him almost five years to accept you for what you are to him.