What Would The First Thing You'd Request From Senku, Xeno, Yuzuriha, Kaseki, Etc. (whomever You Find

Senku was only human, and even he got tied up in emotions sometimes.

Some idle thoughts about our super nerd and his feelings for the OC I wrote for him while I work on the fanfiction I dreamt about

The thing about Senku that I think gets ignored due to his...winning personality, is that while he seems uninterested in relationships, he's really...not. He's just focused on making sure humanity can survive in the new stone world, a task he has given himself for a multitude of reasons. This may be an unpopular opinion, but I don't think Senku doesn't feel romantic/physical attraction to other people, I think he's just currently hyperfocused on things he deems more important.

Which, lets be real here, saving the world is a little more important than getting with the love of your life. He'll save that sappy shit for Taiju for now, and once everything is said and done, then he'll worry about it.

It's a very logical thing to do, and Senku is nothing if not logical. Most of the time, anyway.

Now, with those thoughts out of the way...

Senku knows he's not bad looking.

I mean yeah, he's not perfect, but he's handsome enough. He's had girls confess to him before, but he's always turned them down for one reason or another.

"Sorry, I don't have time for stuff like that," Is his usual go-to rejection. He tries to let them down easy, but not give any room for hope. Plus, it's 95% honest, which is the best he can do. I mean, he's running all over the world, studying any and everything he possibly can! Who has time to text, call, or write letters to someone every day , I mean come on. In order to do that, he'd have to have memorized the time differences between all the places he's been, and the person he's contacting. Who in their right mind-

“What time is it for you?”

“9:30 PM.” 

“That puts you, what, sixteen hours ahead of me?”

“Something like that, yeah. It’s Friday night for me.” 

“Lucky.”

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Odie is the exception to every rule.

She's bad tempered and mouthy, but she's also always willing to sit and listen to him talk for as long as he wants without complaint.

She likes to hear him talk, likes to lay in her bed in the wee hours of the morning, and listen to him explain some of the most complex subjects ever conceived while he's having a late dinner at his desk. There are even days where she asks him to just pick a subject and go, regardless of whether or not she understands a single piece.

He knows, somewhere deep down, that she does things like that as a distraction from what's happening to her on the other side of the world (he can hear it in the way her voice shakes), but hey, he likes to talk about science and she's an active listener. It's a win-win in his book, and she's never once argued with him on it.

It's a comfortable platonic relationship, one that comes shockingly easy. Even in the beginning, when it was just one or two sentence letters passed back and forth over hundreds of miles when they were just thirteen years old.

When he realizes he might like her in a more romantic way, he just kind of accepts it. It's one of many natural progressions of human relationships. It happened with Taiju and Yuzuriha, and with plenty of other pairs he's known through the years.

However, being in love is still kind of a big deal, and he spends an embarrassingly long time thinking about whether or not his realized feelings will change how he acts around her. He genuinely worries, for a solid 2.765 seconds, that he's going to end up like Taiju.

But when his phone pings with a text, he realizes that all his worrying was useless. Odie was his friend, his confidant, and someone he trusted to an almost insane degree. Who cared if he was in love with her? It barely changed anything for him. He was a scientist first and foremost, and she was his friend. Plus a researcher in her own right...when she wanted to be, anyway.

Hi hello it's me again literally don't ever worry about bothering me I genuinely love it

I'm a cryptid, your attention feeds my power :)

Watching this interaction on my post has honestly made my day I'm dying

RP blogs are everything I love when you guys pop up

AH OKAY I UNDERSTAND NOW I AM WITH THE PROGRAM my brain for sure isnt working and I definitely forgot to look at the discord i am so sorry

ANYWAY

One of my favorite tropes is quiet x loud so for someone who isn't much of a talker and likes to spend most of her time outdoors, I think she could fit well with someone who likes to talk and explore, like Chrome or Ryusui.

Though as I type this, Ukyo just launched himself into my mind. He'd love that she's a quieter person, considering his sensitive hearing, and would probably like to be around her a lot.

*cough* *cough*

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?

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.

When Senku gets older — not old persay, maybe 30 or so — he lets his hair sit down. Brushes it back, making it look like Byakuya's did, only green at the ends instead of grey. He denies it to everyone, and of course there's no way to prove it's the same; there's no photographic evidence that Byakuya even existed.

And maybe that's why he does it. His way to let him live on in the new world as something more than a village founder, even though not a shred of dna remains.

John Price x Reader

Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't have a family, not one that anyone knows about. But an unexpected event has him leaving base for the first time in a long time.

"We could all use a little break."

If only John knew that he'd end up wrapped around you.

....gen getting into makeup after treasure island maybe?^^

Bold of you to assume he wasn't into makeup before petrification.

That man knows how to do the best winged eyeliner, and exactly which color eyeshadow to use to make his eyes pop. He used to wear red and soft pink lipsticks, and has considered more than once trying to make cosmetics from scratch in the stone world so that he can continue to enjoy something from the old world in a new way.

Something I think about a lot is how young the characters in My Hero Academia are. Like, it's easy to forget that the main cast is filled with teenagers and early 20-somethings. They're kids.

Anyway, I guess this is what I'm writing about for the next few days so uh. Yeah.

As soon as my brain function returns and I can string my words together properly

Y'all are cooked

Hi! This is my first time sending any kind of fic request to anyone, but do you think you could write something StanXeno where Stanley accidentally shoots himself?

So sorry if that's strange, I live for characters suffering. It sustains me like some kind of demon feeding off fear.

A 16 year old Stanley learns the hard way about a concept we like to call: The Bullet Fairy

Don't play with firearms, kids.

“Should you really be playing with it like that?” Xeno asks, frowning as Stanley twirls the pistol around his finger like some TV cowboy. 

“It’s fine, it’s not loaded,” Stanley says, flipping it around his finger again. “Plus it’s just a .22, it wouldn’t do much.” 

“Caliber of the bullet aside, you still haven’t checked the-” Xeno’s words are cut short by a loud pop and a yelp from the boy in front of him. 

Curse after curse spills from Stanley’s mouth, the gun quickly being abandoned so that he can drop and inspect his foot with shaky hands. Xeno dives forward to join him, helping to take his shoe and sock off so that they can both get a look at the damage. 

“This is why I said to check the magazine,” Xeno says. “Now you’ve gone and shot yourself.”

“Oh shut up!” Stanley snaps, maintaining a surprising amount of calm despite the situation. “Shit, you’re gonna have to take me to the hospital.” 

Xeno frowns. Him? Drive? Stanley knew perfectly well that he didn’t have his license yet, and wasn’t scheduled to take the test for it for another few weeks. If they got pulled over, they’d be in serious trouble- emergency or not. 

But on the other hand, an ambulance was an extremely expensive call to make. Stanley’s parents would kill the two of them once that bill came in the mail. 

“Alright,” He says, feeling a bit hesitant. It wouldn’t be his first time behind the wheel, as he’d been preparing for a while, but even still. The whole drive, though short, is nothing short of nerve wracking.

The hospital staff are quick to help them when they arrive. They stick Stanley in a wheelchair, and sweep him off into the Emergency Room, with Xeno on their tails. He wasn’t going to leave his boyfriend alone to deal with all this, even if it was Stanley’s fault in the first place for not being smart and checking the magazine and chamber for stray bullets. 

He tries to convince the doctor not to call either of their parents, but since they were both still minors, his pleas go ignored. 

“My dad’s gonna kill us,” Stanley groans, a little high off the low level pain meds they have him on. The bullet, thankfully, had been easy to remove. 

“It will be alright, Stan,” Xeno says, taking Stanley’s hand in his and pressing a kiss to it. His partner groans again, curling his nose in fake disgust. “At most, I’m sure we’ll just get a lecture.”

“I’d rather just shoot myself again.”

“Not funny, Stanley.”