I Saw About The S/o Being The Only One Unpetrified If It Helps 4 Of Those Years Were In Stone, While

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May I humbly ask who you would see best with willow?

-🌙

Hello Moon~

You absolutely may humbly ask that, however I have a couple quick questions of my own to make sure I answer this properly.

Am I correct in assuming you mean @whydoyouwatchmeweep, and is there a specific fandom you have in mind?

hey hey! i adore your work and i know you get a lot of stanxeno/reader requests but….if you’re willing to and comfortable with the topic, could you write a stanxeno/fem reader fic about the reader being someone who struggles really hard with depression? maybe struggling with getting out of bed frequently as a focal point? lack of pleasure in doing things, self care, and motivation in general could be some other topics. if you’re not comfortable with this, i completely understand! thank you ❤️

Bold of you to assume I don't want to continue doing StanXeno x Reader stuff okay I'm in love with them

Based entirely on what I need when I get like this

xFem!Reader

"Ow-"

"Sorry, sorry. You have a knot back here."

Stanley runs the brush through your hair again, more careful this time. Once the knots are cleared and the brush slides through your hair with ease, he drops it onto the table and grabs a hair-tie.

"I'm braiding it today," He says with full confidence, though you're not sure he actually knows how to braid hair.

"Okay," You mumble. Stanley goes slowly, muttering curses whenever your hair slips from his fingers. He had the general movements down, but even without a mirror you could tell it was going to be a mess.

But Stanley liked doing it, so who were you to stop him? It made your life a little easier on days like this.

"You should spray water on it," Xeno's voice comes from somewhere nearby.

"Shut it, I've got this," Stanley says, not even looking over his shoulder at the other man. "I can do it."

The hair tie snaps when Stanley tries to wrap it around his poorly-done braid, pulling more curses from him when it makes you flinch.

"Sorry, baby," He says, grabbing another hair tie and quickly finishing your hair. He leans down to press a kiss the back of your neck before moving around the chair and pulling you to your feet.

You're marched into the living room, where Xeno was placing a plate filled with an assortment of little food items on the small coffee table.

"I made a few protein options," He says. "As well as some fruits and vegetables. It isn't much, but you need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry," You say, plopping onto the couch.

"I know you aren't, my love," Xeno says. "But you must eat anyway. You haven't had anything since last night, and it is passing noon now."

You stare, dead eyed, at the food in front of you. It looks good, and you knew Xeno was a good cook, but you didn't have the desire to eat. Just the idea of picking up the fork felt like a Sisyphean task.

As if reading your mind, Xeno kneels next to you, and picks up the fork himself.

"You don't have to feed me," You say, guilt creeping in.

"I know," He repeats, stabbing the fork into a piece of egg and passing it to your lips. "But you are struggling, and I want to help."

It's hard to swallow, your throat closing up as tears threaten your eyes.

You hated this. Hated being like this.

It had taken both of them just to get you out of bed an hour ago, and now Xeno was insisting to feed you out of concern that you wouldn't do it yourself.

Loving you could be such a burden. You wonder why they stay.

As Xeno presses bits of food into your mouth, Stanley moves furniture around. He steals pillows from your shared bed, pulls blankets from where they're stored, and carefully crafts a little fort for you in the small living area. Xeno fusses at him at least once, lecturing him on the stability, but Stanley waves him off.

"We do this all the time," He says. "I know how to make it."

All the time. It really was all the time, especially now that the world was turned to stone and you no longer had access to medication or real therapy. You really were burdensome, weren't you?

Xeno doesn't force you to clear the plate. Once he's satisfied enough with what you've managed to stomach, he cleans everything and sends you into the fort where Stanley was already waiting to wrap you in blankets to make a little you-shaped burrito.

"Too tight?" He asks after tucking you under the soft material. You shake your head, earning a pleased hum and short nod.

You're left to take a nap, while they busy themselves around your little home, staying with you instead of going out and doing their usual work within the colony.

Stanley nudges you awake after about an hour, pulling you from the fort to have some water and lay on the couch instead, your head in Xeno's lap and feet in Stanley's.

Xeno talks at you about whatever he's been working on recently, letting you look at the papers with all his notes and thoughts on them as he does. Stanley rubs his hands over your legs, massaging your muscles with careful fingers and occasionally chimes in as well.

They move you again after another while, this time sitting you at the table with a tiny plate of more food while they work together to clean up the fort from this morning.

It felt like such a waste, but if you dared to look at the clock Xeno had made, you'd see it was already getting to be evening. Time moved so weirdly when you were deep in the storm of your depression. Hours had felt like minutes, and minutes had felt like years.

At some point, you're stripped of the blanket you'd been wrapped in all day, and marched to the bathroom where Xeno carefully undoes your braid and brushes your hair back out while Stanley prepares a bath. It takes some doing, as the piping in the colony was still technically under development, but eventually your clothes are pulled off and you're dragged under a stream of warm water, though you really just stand there and let your mind swim in guilt at having to be so thoroughly mothered like this by your lovers.

You lose track of whose hands are whose when they run soap across your body and in your hair, their voices melding together in streams of idle chatter and whispered worries.

By the time you're cleaned, dried, and in fresh clothes, it's somehow time for dinner. Xeno makes more finger foods for you, and smaller meals for himself and Stanley so you don't feel left out.

"I'm sorry," You mumble, staring blankly at the plate in front of you.

"Whatever for, love?" Xeno asks.

"Being so hard to take care of."

"You're not hard," Stanley says without an ounce of hesitation. "And even if you were, it wouldn't matter."

"You shouldn't have to give up your whole day just because I can't get my shit together," You say, the built up guilt finally spilling out of you. "I feel like I'm nothing but an awful burden to you, anymore."

"Stanley and I have been at your side for long enough to understand that your brain's chemical imbalance hinders your ability to function normally without proper treatment, which we currently do not have access to," Xeno says.

"But-"

"No buts, little lady," Stanley says, raising a hand to silence you. If you were feeling more...yourself, you'd giggle at how his accent slips out on the word lady. "It's our job to take care of you when you don't feel good. Like you would if it was one of us."

You sigh, somehow deflating even more. Once the heavy fog lifted, you'd realize that they were right. That if it was one of them with your disorder, you'd give everything you had to keep them afloat.

You weren't a burden to them because they loved you, and that would never change.

I'll be nice to ya this time no angst, just fuff. Hyoga has an s/o who he requested to senku along with Houma gets the revial fluids. After treasured island when they waken them up kinda expected them to be upset with him about the whole murder thing. Nope not fully but was pretty amusing to watch them scolding him as he kneeling on the floor along with Houma about it. More of the "its okay he don't bite" to "YES HE DO" kind of dynamic, will visible soften at anything s/o do and will follow like a shadow. Genuine gives the Science kingdom whiplash on how he can be GLARING at someone to folding completely to his s/o 😉

Everyone agrees that Hyoga's partner is the most terrifying person they've ever met, even if they're the most innocent and friendly sunshine human on the planet.

I saw someone say that Senku probably counts to keep from falling asleep out of pure anxiety and I can't find the post now but how fucking dare you put that idea in my head while I'm trying to write a fanfiction.

It's bad enough he's horrendously touch starved and desperately lonely.

WAIT SERVER MOTHER WE WERE ALLOWED TO SEND YOU REQS... WITH OCS..!?

-uhhh Ryusui's Shortass Armrest™™™

(sorry if this ask is annoying)

YES SERVER CHILD YOU ARE ALLOWED TO SEND ASKS WITH OCS BUT IF I DONT KNOW THEM I MIGHT HAVE A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS

I don't know Aurora enough to give any real analysis, this is just the headcanon I have so far, I need way more data.

Like I'm low-key getting Aurora X Tsukasa vibes, both had a rough childhood, and maybe Aurora (even if not agreeing) would understand Tsukasa's reasoning. And he's good with kids.

So is Ukyo, kind and sweet, but he seems too idk not enough of a presence? (No offense)

I feel like she needs someone who has a strong presence.

She has a strong taste and smell to me, dark purple kinda plum-ish like a very chaotic drunk summer night but not the 🏖️🐚☀️😎 vibes, rather 🌆🏍️💫💜

Okay I'm stopping here because I think I'm completely off and also I forgot what I was talking about and what I wanted to add and what my overall message was.

Aurora is very chaotic drunk summer night coded

Ukyo and Tsukasa are actually fairly good options. They're both patient and can roll with the metaphorical punches.

She'd definitely see Tsukasa's point, but think how we went about it was too much. She'd love how he's willing to own up to his mistakes and become a better person. Him being good with kids is just a nice bonus.

Ukyo is the type to help her stay grounded in reality. Aurora can get lost in her own head sometimes, so having someone willing to go find her and bring her back is a plus. He doesn't have much of a presence, but she has a big enough personality for both of them.

They're both good options for her for sure.

Newest chapter of To the Moon and Back is out!

Anyway back to writing Senku getting killed

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

is

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.

hihi, dying for some ukyo soft stuff so i wanna request something😭, like we cannonically know that ukyo, after lilian, knows how to sing very well so i was thinking about ukyo lullabying reader because she's feeling down like yk being in the stone world could be overwhelming for the people of the modern world, thank youu

I love Ukyo so much (If I totally butcher his character pls forgive me)

xfem!Reader

You shift from foot to foot anxiously, hovering in the doorway to the room just beyond the threshold. You know he knows you're there, but even still, Ukyo sits with his back to you, waiting for you to announce yourself. He always did that. He always gave you the chance to speak up first. 

“Hey…Ukyo?” You say softly. He turns in his seat, a warm smile already on his face. 

“Hi there,” He says. “Everything okay?” 

Your lips slide into a small pout as you creep slowly into the room. Surely with his sensitive ears, he’d heard you tossing and turning in your bed just a few doors down for the past two hours or so. 

“Yeah…and no,” You say with a sigh. He gestures for you to come closer, a hand reaching for you as you approach. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“I just…the ship is so quiet, even though there are so many people on board. I can’t sleep, and it’s driving me crazy,” You say, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“It’s loud to me,” He says, teasing you a little. 

“Everything is loud to you.”

“Not everything,” He says. “But if you want, I can try something to help.” 

You look at him for a moment, trying to decide what to do. You’d be taking him away from his duty for however long it took to get you to sleep, which could get both of you a lecture from Senku or Ryusui. But also, you were desperate for some rest, even if it was just a little bit. 

“If…you don’t mind,” You say. 

He smiles at you again, just as warm as the first time, and lets you pull him to his feet and lead him hand-in-hand back to your sleeping quarters. Thankfully, you were one of the few with a room to yourself, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone giving you dirty looks for bringing your boyfriend back with you. 

He tells you to lay down and get comfortable, but doesn’t join you, as you'd expected. Instead, he sits on the edge of your little cot, and takes your hand in his once again. 

“Don’t judge me too much,” He says. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” 

“What are you even doing?” You ask, noting how his face turns a little pink in the dim lighting.

“Just trust me, okay?” He asks, clearing his throat a little. You give a hesitant nod, and squirm a little under the blanket to get more comfortable. Once you’re settled, he gives your hand a little squeeze, takes a breath, and opens his mouth.

Your face flushes at the realization of what he was doing. He was singing to you, soothing you with his voice. And what’s more, he was really good. 

As he softly sang to you, keeping his voice low so that only you could hear this talent of his, all you could think about was whether singing was something he’d wanted to do before he became a sonar operator. He seemed so at ease doing it, as if he’d sung like this so many times before it felt like breathing to him. 

You shift on the cot, turning onto your side and nuzzling into the pillow. You didn’t recognize the lullaby, but whatever it was appeared to be working a little bit. Though, whether it was the song or his presence that made you feel so at ease could be hotly debated. 

One song reaches its ending, and seeing you were still awake, Ukyo starts another one. This song was more familiar to you, but it felt so different coming from him. There was something in his voice, something in the way his eyes occasionally flit across your exhausted face, that made the moment feel perfectly intimate. This was just for you, and no one else. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but his voice follows you into your dreams.

"Why won't you watch the new Devil May Cry anime? Isn't Dante your type?"

1. I'm having fun hyperfixating on Dr STONE

2. I am due both my annual Berserk and Hunter x Hunter phases

3. Because I've already fallen in love with a silly, traumatized, light haired gunslinger who wears a red coat and has an evil twin brother that i also fell in love with and I have the fanfictions to prove it