Idle Thoughts

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.”

Oh I LOVE long lists, so if it's not too much to ask for, I'd be thrilled

Okay but I ask for ABSOLUTELY NO JUDGEMENT on some of these okay just hear me out-

*ahem* In no particular order, the lists are as follows:

I actually cut this list down really hard just to stuff I will write/yap about because I realized that if I didn't this post would take forever to make but trust me when I say I could go on.

Anime:

Dr STONE

Berserk

Hunter x Hunter

Naruto

Apothecary Diaries

Trigun

My Hero Academia

Hellsing + Hellsing Ultimate

Yu Gi Oh (Original series mostly, though I do love how crazy it's gotten in the past several years)

To Your Eternity

Erased

Yuri on Ice

Yona of the Dawn

Video Games:

Danganronpa (I'm currently slowly making my way through V3 but it's so much longer than the other ones I swear to god-)

Call of Cuty

Baldur's Gate 3

Poppy Playtime

Homicipher

Stardew Valley

Final Fantasy XII

Final Fantasy XV (it was good. Fight me.)

Persona 5

Other:

Phantom of the Opera

Pride & Prejudice

Any horror movie I've seen (there are so many)

Dungeons and Dragons

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.

To re-write my Boku no Stress Relief series, or not to re-write my Boku no Stress Relief series...

Ugh, I have too much I want to do. I need to finish like three different CoD fics still TT_TT

Rewatching MHA and remembering the Hawks x oc fic I started but never finished or posted.

Touchstarved Headcanons: Ryusui Nanami

x gn!reader

Anyone else you wanna see?

General:

Ryusui loves physical contact, he just doesn't get a whole lot of it

He suffers from being surrounded by people who are too afraid to really touch him due to his status or general attitude

The most affection he gets from his family is the occasional shoulder pat or firm handshake

But he wants more, and he is determined to get it come hell or high water.

The problem is that he doesn't really know how to get the affection he wants. He can't force it, or pay someone, it just doesn't work that way. He has to earn it, and with his personality, that can be hard (not that he'd ever admit it)

With His Partner

You coming along is his biggest win, in his humble opinion

You are so free with your affection, he's obsessed.

Has to be wherever you are at all times just so that he can be holding your hand, leaning on you, or smushing you as close to his body as he can without hurting you

Purposefully has a bed that's just barely big enough to hold both of you so that he can be fully wrapped around you all night

PLEASE let him lay on you while you're both naked, this man loves his skin-to-skin time (not necessarily in a nsfw way but be prepared for what that can cause this man is obsessed with you)

Lowkey gets a little huffy when you touch someone else, even if it's on accident or 100% necessary

His absolute favorite thing in the world is when you hold his face in your hands.

I just know Ryusui's desiring your storytelling abilities lmao

How would you adjust? Would it be easy or hard for you? And would you be happy about scientific/societal progress as in restoring the old world? Would you say you're 100% on the side of Kingdom of Science or do you also vibe with Tsukasa's or Hyoga's or Xeno's (or anyone else's) philosophies?

Ryusui can desire more if he wants I mean *ahem*

Anyway.

I would not adjust well.

I have a lot of really bad sensory issues, which have the potential to be a huge problem in the stone world.

I'm pretty pro Senku and the Kingdom of Science, but I would definitely share concerns about old world corruption as society gets back on it's feet. Plus, the Earth just got back to her old self, and I'd worry about how quickly she'd get destroyed again.

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?

*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?

How would you imagine Xeno & Stanley deal with insomniac partner?

PS. Your writings are delightful to read ♡

You're so sweet <3

And speaking of mild insomnia, I, too, need a nap

Stanley and Xeno don't really fuck around when it comes to taking care of their partner and each other. If their partner struggles with sleep, they're gonna wanna know why before they do anything.

Regardless, once they've rooted out the cause, they're quick to act.

Xeno will make a list of things to do to soothe their mind and body into wanting to sleep. I'm talking warm baths, lavender oils, extraneous activity (aka, physical intimacy with one or both of them). He will look into different medications, if the problem is that severe, but he'd prefer that they not rely on such things since he knows they can be addictive.

Stanley hides the coffee and anything else with caffeine between 5pm and 4am (when he wakes up and needs it). If they are physically able and willing, he will make them go on runs with him. If not, he's a killer masseuse and will try to stretch and loosen their muscles instead.

There was a television in the bedroom at one time, but Xeno has it removed to limit their time looking at screens before bed, and Stanley buys a white noise machine, a fan, and blackout curtains.

Stanley also becomes pretty strict about enforcing a bedtime schedule for everyone, so that their partner doesn't feel left out or neglected. All three go to bed together, no exceptions.

The only way to get out of it is if one of them is gone for work related reasons, but the two left behind are expected to keep to it (even if the only two home are Xeno and Stanley)