"He Starts Making A Mental Last Will And Testament, And Hopes Through Some Miracle He Can Telepathically

..ryusui with a childhood friends to lovers trope.. x reader..? hcs or fic,,? if like you haven't done them already ewjflnbuewiokldj ... self indulgence.. (also. apologies if i forget to anon this)

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Your families were associated, so it was only natural that you and Ryusui would also become associated.

There is a worry, with his family, that the two of you wont get along

After all, even at such a young age, Ryusui was greedy and stubborn

But somehow

You two just click

Maybe it's because you're different, maybe it's because deep down you're the same, or maybe it's a little bit of both

But regardless

Ryusui declares you his friend by the end of that first day, and you just go along with it

Every time you meet after that, you're inseparable

Holding hands, running through hallways, sneaking off more than once to do whatever you two want to do (with Francois as your guardian, at the very least)

Things change when the two of you go to high school together

You still stay together, sharing classes and eating lunch and going home together

But people start to whisper that you're dating

Or worse

That you two are going to get married

So you start putting space between you.

You make other friends, you turn down rides home in favor of having your own driver come get you instead, and you don't hold his hand anymore

Ryusui. Is. Devastated by this

He doesn't understand why he can't have you close anymore

He doesn't understand why you won't let him be greedy, and keep you to himself like he always has.

He shows up at your house multiple times to pester you until you finally give in.

When you tell him what's been going on

He laughs

"Well duh we're getting married!" He says. "No one else is as worthy of being my spouse as you!"

You gape at him like a fish

He tells you that he's been under the impression this whole time that your inevitable marriage was obvious

I mean come on

You were the only person he'd give something up for

But now that he knows you're upset by this idea, he insists that the two of you sit down and talk about it

Because he wasn't one to run from things, and he didn't think you were either

He states again that he has every intention of marrying you in the future

But that if you were really that against the idea...

Well then he was just going to have to convince you

Because there was no one who was as good for him as you

No one who matched him as well

No one who he wanted as much

Just you.

Only you.

Forever, if possible.

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.

Simon "Ghost" Riley looks like his father, and he hates it.

He hates the way his eyebrows arch, hates his nose, his lips, his fucking eyelashes. All of it.

He's honestly grateful for his compulsive need to wear the mask following his capture and the deaths of his family. When he wears it, he doesn't have to look at his father every time he looks in the mirror.

But then comes you.

You kiss his eyes, his nose, his lips, and you take picture after picture on the rare occasions he allows.

You run your hands through his hair, brush your fingertips over his hated features, and you look at him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world.

You spoil him with affection, mask or no mask, but the way you light up when he pulls it from his head and lets it fall wherever he drops it, exposing his face to you...it makes him start to think that maybe...

Maybe his face was okay.

Im sorry but im feeling extra soft and feelsy today so Gen teaching Tsukasa how to slow dance?

I'm. Physically ill over this

It's such a small thing, really.

The moment is a blip in time, and yet it meant everything in the moment.

Gen was humming to himself a song from the old world that he missed while taking a brisk evening walk.

The moon was high, the sky was clear, and the world was at total peace.

He does a little spin, losing himself in the moment, and not even considering that anyone was watching.

But just as he finishes his twirl, he catches Tsukasa from the corner of his eye.

The two men greet each other politely

And though there is no real reason to remain together

They do so anyway.

Tsukasa asks Gen what song he was singing

Gen just shrugs and doesn't give a real answer, as is typical

"It sounded nice coming from you," Tsukasa said

Gen's face flushes

And dares to ask if Tsukasa knows how to dance

He admits that he doesn't

Reminding Gen that he'd never gotten the chance to do such things

It's a risk, but Gen offers to teach him

"Just for fun," Gen says. "I won't tell a single soul if you don't want me to."

Tsukasa considers it, then hesitantly agrees.

He wasn't sure he could be gentle

Even with Gen, the man he cared for

But he lets Gen take his hands, and pull him in

One hand rests in Gen's, one on his waist

Gen's touch on his shoulder is featherlight, yet heavier than anything Tsukasa had ever felt

Tsukasa thinks his heart might explode when Gen smiles up at him

It's a real smile

A rare sight from the mentalist

"I'll lead, my dear Tsukasa," Gen says

He's awkward and stiff compared to Gen's more fluid and easy movements

But he manages not to step on his feet

Or trip

Or otherwise embarrass himself

Gen hums his song, giving them a soft soundtrack as they dance together

At some point, Tsukasa gets more confident, and takes the lead himself

Gen praises him, but his words don't feel flowery or fake, like they usually do

Not when his voice is so soft

His eyes filled with such warmth

Tsukasa twirls Gen, pulling him in and dipping him low like he'd seen in movies

Gen's face is bright red

"My, my. Already an expert, I see~" Gen coos

Tsukasa chuckles, pulling him back up.

"I have an excellent teacher."

Neither of them moves, both letting the moment really sink in

Then they part, hands hesitant to let go of the other.

"Shall I walk you back to camp?" Tsukasa asks

"I'd be honored, dearest."

Tsukasa curses himself for not kissing Gen before leaving him

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Relationship Headcanons: Ryusui Nanami

x gn!reader

SFW

You meet in the stone world

Swears upon his life and honor that it was love at first sight

HATES making you cry and will do anything to keep you happy at his side

Takes you shopping and will buy you anything you so much as glance at in an approving way (I'm talking you mumbling "oh this is nice" as you walk past a display and he buys it all)

Knows everything about you, good or bad

Throws massive celebratory parties for your birthday/anniversary

Will loudly declare that you belong to him

Wants to be with you at all hours of the day, rain or shine, day or night

Constant touch

His hands are always on you

Loves to give you little shoulder and forehead kisses throughout the day

Brags about you to everyone

Started calling you his wife/husband/spouse before he even proposed

Likes to just loaf in bed with you

Wants to hoard all of your time

Is not the best at making you feel the most secure in your relationship, which has sparked several arguments

Hates being wrong but will admit when he is

Is not super jealous and struggles to understand sometimes why you get jealous of other people

Would give you everything he has if you just asked

NSFW

Sex with Ryusui is a surprisingly intimate affair

It's the easiest way for him to prove his absolute devotion to you, so he takes it all very seriously

Likes to fuck you slow and draw out every single pant and moan from your lips he can

Will beg you to mark him so that he can show others who he belongs to

Is honestly pretty vanilla I'm not gonna lie but if you want to try something he is 110% down

Please god let him go down on you he is so so good

Francois has everything prepared for aftercare for the two of you and leaves it outside the door so neither of you has to worry about being seen after sharing your most intimate moments together

He likes to just hold you afterwards and continue to murmur words of adoration and devotion to you

A soft thing for Dabi

It's in the quiet of night, so late that neither of you should be awake, that the words escape you.

"It wasn't your fault."

They're whispered, so softly that you don't even realize you spoke them aloud until his head lifts from your chest to look at you with tired, confused eyes.

"Hm?" He nuzzles his nose into your chin, peppering soft kisses into your haw.

"It's nothing," You say softly. He takes your words at face value, or at least he seems to. Whether it's because he's not fully awake, or because he just trusts you that much, you'll never be sure. He just lays his head back down, resting his head against your chest once again.

What would he think, if you told him exactly what you were thinking? What would he think, if you told him that everything that's happened to him to make him the way he is now wasn't his fault? That it wasn't his choice to be born, to have a father like Endeavor who treated him so poorly he snapped at such a young age. That there had been no reason for him to burn himself alive over and over again just to prove a point that never should have needed to be made in the first place.

It wasn't his fault. He'd been a child. He never should have had to endure any of it.

But, like always, you keep your mouth shut. You hold him tighter, kiss his head, and whisper that you love him.

hello! I'm a masc reader, but gender neutral is just fine.

i wanted to ask for a one shot with senku, sorry for my English, is not my first language.

reader is a super affectionive person, but thought senku hated being touched, maybe that causes a misunderstanding? im really bad with plots haha you free to do whatever, but maybe add a flustered senku?

Senku being secretly desperate for touch is everything

The writers block I had working on this was insane-

x gn!reader

“Hey!” You’re always so excited to see him, a fact that makes him feel rather smug. He plants his feet, preparing for the hug he knew was coming. Even if he rarely hugged you in return, you never had any issue wrapping yourself around him.

It drove him insane. 

Not in the sense that he hated it. He actually liked how you feel against him a lot. Arguably too much. There were times your hands on his body made his brain short circuit. And somehow, you never seemed to notice what your touch did to him.

“Long time no see,” Senku says, grinning at you. It had only been a few hours, but he’d missed you regardless. You simply hum in response, nuzzling your face into his neck. There was no way you couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating, or how much warmer he felt now that you were pressed so dangerously close. 

“Oh-” It’s as if a switch flips in your head, and suddenly you’re pushing yourself back, putting distance between the two of you. “Sorry! I forgot you don’t like that very much.” 

Damn.

Recently, you’d come under the impression that his lack of reciprocation came from a hatred of touch, which could not be further from the truth. But he’d consistently failed to correct you, worrying a little that you’d feel uncomfortable if you knew how desperate he was for your affection. 

3700 years of petrification had definitely changed him, that was clear. 

“No problem,” He says, unable to fully hide his disappointment. “I need help in the lab today. Ready to get to work?” 

You nod, smiling brightly at him. The two of you walk together, Senku occasionally letting his shoulder bump yours just to see the way you brighten when you touch. 

It really was your love language. You liked to touch and be touched, and he hated how hard it was for him to meet you where you needed him to. Between how flustered it made him nowadays, and his lack of desire to be touched in the old days, he knew you thought he wanted little to do with your preferred kind of affection. He needed to change that, and soon. He hated the way your inner light dimmed when you felt like you had to pull away from him. He’d always hated it. 

The lab is big enough for both of you to work separately, but Senku scoots closer and closer to you as time passes, eventually ending up practically on top of you. 

“Am I in the way?” You ask, looking at him with a small frown. 

“The opposite actually,” He says. “You aren’t close enough.”

You turn and look at him, eyes wide and confused. Maybe now wasn’t the time, but he’d opened his mouth without thinking first. 

“Do I need to be close?” You ask.

“I need you close all the time,” He says. “Otherwise, I can’t think.” 

You make a soft oh sound, eyes refocusing on the task at hand. The lab falls into silence, but Senku swears he can hear the wheels in your head turning as you take your time digesting his words. You were thinking over his statement carefully so that you could give a proper response. 

“Senku?” You murmur his name after a while, shifting to press your shoulder more firmly into his. 

“Hm?”

“Do you…like being touched?” You ask, eyes flitting to his face for a brief moment before they return to watching what you were doing. 

“Not always,” He admits. “But if it’s you, yeah.”

“Just me?” 

“No one else feels as good,” His voice may be calm, but he was internally panicking. He was essentially confessing his feelings to you, giving you the chance to turn him away and distance yourself forever.

“You…think I feel good?” You ask, a sly grin beginning to form on your face as the implication of what he’s just said starts to set in for you both. 

“Very,” He says, grinning when you giggle, noting how red your face goes. 

“How vulgar,” You tease. 

“I never said I was a good boy,” He teases right back, sending you into another fit of amused and slightly flustered giggles. 

“No you did not,” You agree, taking a breath to calm yourself. “So…does this mean I can touch you more often?”

It’s his turn to pause, to think about what you’re really asking. 

“Yeah,” He says. “If you want.”

Should I do...Dr STONE characters celebrating your birthday since mine is coming up in a few days?

Decisions decisions

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Dabi x Reader MDNI

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God this sucks. You were cold, wet, and miserable, but as your gaze catches another lonely soul making his own march in the rain, you’re at least glad you’re not the only one. All you can see is the back of him, but he gives you something new to look at. 

He’s tall, even with his shoulders hunched, head dipped down to keep the rain from falling off the hood covering his hair and getting all in his face. His coat looked tattered, but serviceable, and there was no way in hell his socks weren’t as wet as yours were, even with the thick boots he wore. Something about him stirs your heart, even if you can’t see his face, or any of his features. You wonder if it’s just your own want to not be alone anymore today that has you speeding up a little, hoping to catch the only other figure walking the rainy streets. 

As you get closer, a part of you warns that this person could be a villain. That he could hurt or kill you for getting too close to him. But another part of you just doesn’t care. After the day you’ve had, death would just be a welcome change. At least then you’d get to either go to the afterlife, or start over fresh, rather than be stuck in misery. Besides, even villains have shitty days, and maybe you’ll get lucky and he won’t mind you bothering him for a few minutes. 

His eyes are on you the moment you finally catch up to him, sharp blue irises somehow both icy and burning all at once. You don’t say anything, trying instead to look as casual as possible, instead of like a crazy person who’d just chased him down just for a modicum of company. But the longer you’re silent, the harder it gets to even try to speak up. Especially now that you can actually sort of see him, and the recognition that settles in your gut has your tongue too heavy to move. 

All you really needed to see was the flash of metal and the scarring on his jaw to know who he was. You’d seen him all over the news for weeks, the image of his wild and wicked face had been burned into your memory by now. But for such a notorious villain, Dabi seemed…

Tired.