I Just Had The Realization That Here Soon I'm Going To Get To See

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

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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.

I know this is cliche (i love cliche plots and details!!!) but what if xeno and stanley had partner who gets into an accident that leads them to have amnesia? Having no memory of themselve or who anyone is or where they even are like... everything is just weird, new and feels unfamiliar! Would you write stan and xeno trying to make their partner remember them again, to help them return their memories? (Write only if you have time and energy, this can wait as long as senku can count 💝)

I'm dying this is so sad and so sweet

It's bad enough that you were severely injured in a car accident. But add on the fact that you could barely remember your own name when you awoke in the emergency room, and you have two equally devastated men trying to figure out if they should mourn you or not.

After all, you didn't remember them.

There wasn't a single hint of recognition in your eyes when you saw them. You didn't know their names, nor that you'd been a part of a polyamorous relationship with them both.

But they have proof. Documents, pictures, videos, you name it. They bring you whatever you need to feel safe and comfortable with them around.

When you go home, the only place you can go is the home you shared with them. It's terrifying for you. You have no idea what's happening, or what to expect.

But Xeno and Stanley are gentle with you.

They tell you that the three of you used to sleep together in one bed, but they've set up the spare room so that you don't feel uncomfortable. They fill the kitchen with all the foods you all enjoyed together, and they take you to all the places you used to go.

The park, museums, even to Xeno's lab once or twice.

Stanley takes you to every physical therapy appointment, Xeno takes you to every neurologist. They both accompany you to general doctor visits, always waiting for you in the waiting room so no one thought you were being bullied into giving certain answers.

It's hard on them. It's hard on all of you. Everything feels so normal, yet none of it is familiar to you. You spend nights sobbing in your bed, begging your brain to just magically heal so that you could finally feel whole again. Sometimes it gets so overwhelming, you yell and shout at them only to collapse in a puddle of tears while one or both of them hold you.

But they don't give up on you. They don't throw their hands in the air and walk away. No, they love you. They swear it to you every day, even if you don't remember the past.

One night, you do something brave. You creep to the door to what used to be your shared room with them, and timidly ask if you can sleep with them. You tell them it might help to do something that was a more mundane kind of normal, and ask if they'll help you through what used to be your nightly routine.

It doesn't help the way you'd like. There is no flash of memory as the three of you shower together. No quick recognition when you allow them both to kiss you goodnight.

But for the first time, you feel properly normal. Curled between the two of them, with Stanley on your left closest to the door, and Xeno on your right, by the cracked window, you felt a little more complete.

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.

A segment of a letter to Senku [dated 4.17.2017]

To the Moon and Back is out right now on AO3, chapters are posted pretty regularly.

Dear Senku,

I think it’s cool that your dad works for NASA. Mine doesn’t do much of anything.

I have a big brother in the Marines, but he doesn’t come around anymore. He’s too busy.

Do you ever miss your dad? Are you scared to be by yourself all the time?

Me: I'm writing for myself, I started this fanfic for myself, and because I have a passion for writing

Also me: *doesn't get new comments in a week* Fuck, I should just quit right now

I read that stan xeno gn!reader asexual fic you wrote and I legit cried how beautifully you wrote it!!!! 🥹

I'm so happy I found your blog as your texts are a true treasure 💝

ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Me reading this:

My computer is fixed but now I'm tired so

Anything left in my ask box overnight will be answered whenever I wake up tomorrow, and I have some requests queued for you all as well to see while I'm working through my backlog

Okay goodnight

Can I send a nsfw headcanon I have for Senku? My apologies, I'm not sure if you're comfortable with that

You can send it, I don't mind. I just might have comments about whatever it is

I'm assuming Tumblr ate my last question to you but

I am always happy to chat with you, you will never be annoying and if you think so I will shake you till you think otherwise

-🌙not🌙

Not Moon!

I'm always happy to chat as well!! It's hard to annoy me, I'm always happy to yap with people :3

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.