Y'all Know That Feeling When Trauma Starts To Eat At You For No Reason And You Get All In Your Feelings?

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.

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'm sad after this StanXeno x Reader ask, so I'm gonna go write Senku studying the Siren

After your horror post I though what if during the sailing to america KoS met up Sirens that started to lure others into the sea but they fail in the end as Senku doesn't give even one millimeter interest to Sirens and barely manages to save his companions!

Oh but you see

Senku can be affected. He very nearly is.

They offer him answers. Not love, not sex, answers. They sing that they know the secrets of petrification, that they can tell him anything he wants to know. They sing that if he just took their hands, they'd show him all the secrets of the world.

But that's also what saves him. Because Senku does want those things, but he wants to discover them for himself. He doesn't want to take the easy way out, because then he wouldn't get to have fun, he wouldn't get to do the one thing he loves doing most.

That's what snaps him out of it, milliseconds before one of the creatures can convince him to fall into the water.

When he lays eyes on a Siren for the first time, he has no idea what he's even looking at. He'd never considered the idea that something like this could happen. But then again, Sirens and Mermaids have been in human mythology for thousands of years. They had to come from somewhere. And though he'd prefer if they were just drunken hallucinations from ancient sailors, there's nothing he can do about it now.

Because he's looking a scientific anomaly in the face, and she and her sisters want to eat him and his friends.

His mind races, digging through memory after memory, trying to remember all those stories, searching for the way to defeat them without killing them.

Senku ends up running down to where their radio is, and uses it to shout across the ship as loud as he can, hoping to drown out the sound of the incessant song in the air, and manages to startle Taiju out of his reverie. Senku tells him to plug his ears, and help him herd the rest of the crew into one of the lower parts of the ship that didn't have windows.

That's where he gets his hands on Ryusui, who he literally has to shake until his eyes snap back into focus with one of his trademark laughs. The captain of the Perseus tells Senku that Sirens are tricky. That, assuming the things outside were the same ones from ancient myth, getting out of this wasn't going to be easy. Just because he broke free of their spell once, didn't mean they couldn't entrap him in another.

These things worked outside the realm of science and fact, so the only way to defeat them was to play the game by their rules. So Senku clogs his ears with some spare wax, and leaves Ryusui and Taiju in charge of looking after the rest of the crew.

He heads up to the deck, only to find the world silent.

No more singing, no more pretty words and false promises. His eyes scan the horizon, searching for the wing-ed women who had been attempting to lure him and his friends into the depths.

"I know you're still here," He says. "No way you gave up that easily."

Something like a laugh, muffled by the wax, then a body drops in front of him, crouching on the railing of the ship.

It's easy to ignore her nakedness when she's covered in feathers.

"There you are." Senku can't stop the grin that spreads over his face. She was frighteningly beautiful, all sharp claws and birdlike eyes.

The Siren mimics his grin, showing off equally sharp teeth.

She leaps from the railing to stand at her full height. She was his size, maybe a handful of centimeters taller. Her hand lashes out, grabbing his face and tilting it to the side, eyes narrowing at the wax in his ears. Her claws dig into the softness of his cheeks, drawing blood.

"Cheat." She spats, shoving him away hard enough to make him stumble, and before he can fully steady himself, she's closing the small distance again, her wings folding neatly behind her.

"Let's play a game," Senku says quickly, backing up more. "Things like you like games, right?"

She pauses, tilting her head.

"What game?" She asks.

"A question game. Whoever can't answer the others question first loses."

"What happens to the one that loses?"

"Easy," He says. "The loser has to do what the winner asks."

She lets out a thoughtful hum, head tilting the other way not. She truly looked like some kind of humanoid bird.

"Fine. Your question." She says finally.

"What are you doing here?" Senku asks.

"We have always been here," She says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "My question. Where did you go?"

He blinks, then understands.

She and the rest of her sisters hadn't been affected by petrification because they weren't human. So as far as she knew, humans just suddenly disappeared for thousands of years.

"We turned to stone," He says. "How have you survived without humans? If I remember my stories, you usually eat us."

She rolls her eyes.

"Humans stopped being good food long before you 'turned to stone'." She says. "How did you come back?"

"Science," He says. When her eyes narrow, he continues. "The stone I was trapped in was eroded through contact with nitric acid, which came from the caves near where I was stuck." It was best to keep it simple for now.

"How do you convince humans to jump into the water?" He asks.

"By knowing what's in their hearts." She says with a shrug. Of course, it was something totally natural to her, just like breathing. She probably has no other way to explain it.

It was her turn now, but instead of shooting off another question quickly as she had been, she takes a moment to consider.

"What is your name?" She asks, finally.

"Senku," He says. "I'll ask the same question. What's your name?"

She gives it, but it's in a language he's never heard, spoken with an accent that makes him dizzy. He doesn't try to repeat it.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"America, to get what we need to start saving more humans from their stone prisons." He catches the way her expression shifts, just slightly, at his words. She seems pleased.

Senku sucks in a breath, it was time to end the game, and he had the perfect question.

"Why did the Why-Man turn humanity to stone?"

"Cheat!" She snaps, baring her sharp teeth at the question he knew she couldn't really answer, despite what had been promised to him in the songs.

"The rule is that you have to answer until you can't anymore. I never said the questions had to be something you should already know," He grins at her.

Her eyes widen, her feathers puffing out and he knows he's pissed her off. She makes a noise, something similar to an angry trill.

Then, she laughs.

"You win." She says. "I do not know why your Why-Man took humans away."

"That means you have to do what I say now," He reminds her.

"Tell me, Se-en-kuu. What you want."

"To study you. I want you to stay with me and my Kingdom of Science, and let me learn everything about you."

Her eyebrows raise.

"Is that your true desire, Se-en-kuu?" She asks. "I know you want more."

"Sure, I want plenty of things. But this is what I'm asking you for," He says. She makes another trilling noise, this one less angry but still annoyed.

"Fine. I will stay with you and your people."

"No trying to eat anyone," He says. "I need every person in good health."

"That is more than you asked for."

"Wanna play again?"

She scoffs.

"No. You cheat. I will not harm your people."

"Good Siren."

"You are, as I have heard it said, treading on thin ice."

Have you gotten any more question asks or did Tumblr hiccup multiple times? Gotta know before I rage and spam again

I've gotten a couple! But feel free to keep asking whatever!

I just had the realization that here soon I'm going to get to see

[mild manga spoilers]

Sai Nanami animated in all his beautiful glory and I will not apologize for the person I am about to become

Hi! I just read your relationship headcanons with Senku, and just wanted to say THANK YOU! I'm so tired of fics and hc where he hates touches, huges, never kisses his s/o, doesn't do sex and doesn't care about s/o at all. The way you write about him is exactly how i see him in relationship. Thank you so much, i dont know who you are, but i already love you

I'm glad you vibe with my vision of Senku as much as I do ^-^

(I rewrote this like fifteen times because I keep wanting to write a whole ass essay I love him that much)

Do your OCs age with you or do they stay the same age?

They stay roughly the same age for the most part.

I have plenty of ocs of varying ages.

dont mind me, just rambling because i just read tsukasa x reader arm injury and out of all injuries it was arm injury!!! i have been dealing with arm injury half of my life and experienced how it became worse and worse when i was not instructed at all or was instructed wrongly, how to rehabilitate it. it sucks to have dominant arm nerfed so badly so the thoughts reader was going through felt so close and real!!!!

i can just imagine reader trying their best to let the arm heal but instinctly using it when they are relaxed and not actively reminding themself to use that arm. i can imagine tsukasa noticing this and trying to remind them to ask help, use other hand or just stop them before they make it worse. i bet senku and others would also remind them, if they catch reader im action until, hopefully, arm is properly healed. if only they could have a working medusa they could heal that kind of injuries so easily but alas its not that simple but it would be nice! 😭

You can ramble at me all you like, I enjoy seeing people's responses to the things I write.

Trying to let things heal properly is hard, especially when you're hurt somewhere important, like a hand/arm. And considering Tsukasa's history as a fighter, he'd be very mindful of making sure you did what was needed to recover properly.

Idle Thoughts

Time is a human concept. Time has no affect on the Gods. That means the Gods (and those touched by the Gods) exist always, at all times. Literally.

The reason humans say they speak in riddles, is because their vocabulary is different. They use a mixture of old and new words, fitting them together in a way that only they can truly understand.