Hiiii Could U Write A One Shot Or Something In Which The Reader/oc Is Senku's Older Sis And Is A X Stanley

You have been working so hard lately.

*Offers a warm cup of tea and a chocolate cake with a bit vanilla ice-cream on top*

Here, have a moment for yourself to enjoy, breath and embrace the fact how many people you have made smile and experience emotions through your writings.

Thank you and I wish the day treats you kindly ♡

brb i'm gonna eat my cake and cry in the corner

Writing for everyone has brightened my days a lot recently, I'm really happy everyone has been enjoying them so much and been so kind to me.

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

I'll have you know most of these kinda thoughts happen while working awake graveyard shift, going to class in the morning, then sleeping and not remembering that I sent these 😂

Speaking of which it's time to crash for extra sleep rn class is canceled I can sleep extra 🫡

But know one day I'll be back with more bad news or unhinged

IS THAT A THREAT??????

HELLO????

Slow dancing with xeno-

That's the post.

I see everything :)

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

Okay I need to hear more your thoughts/writing on big scary Hyoga and his sunshine s/o! Maybe on how the other villagers/main crew feel about them being able to melt this scary man

It's a huge shock.

When Hyoga tells Senku that he wants the rights to free three people from stone (two being Homura and Moz, as we know), Senku just thinks it's a colleague or someone Hyoga thinks will be useful. He's a pretty practical and logical guy after all.

But the person Hyoga tells them to find is nothing like what they expected. They're friendly, all smiles and laughter. And Hyoga just follows them around everywhere, hovering over their shoulder like some vicious beast.

When they find out what Hyoga is done, everyone stares in complete amazement as they have Hyoga literally sat down looking like a kicked puppy. They make him actually apologize to Senku and Tsukasa and the entire Kingdom of Science thinks they're going collectively insane.

But at the same time, everyone can see how much Hyoga deeply cares for this person. He shows them true respect and consideration, and though everyone wants to know the story, no one wants to ask.

omg hi!!! i saw you take requests so…if you’re comfortable and willing too, could you pretty please write a smutty fic about stanxeno in a throuple with the reader? thank you sm! love your writing!

Y E S

StanXeno x fem!Reader

CW: mild smut, language, sexting (i did not go into as much detail as I could have for the sake of getting this done in a decent amount of time)

The cold breeze nipped at your bare arms as you leaned against the balcony railing of your apartment. The city was awash with light, chasing away the heavy darkness of the late night hours, the sounds of the people and cars below making it seem just a little less lonely. 

If you cared to check your watch for the seventh time, you’d see that it was passing 1am. If you cared to check your phone for the fifteenth time, you’d see the confirmation text of another late night, your love apologizing for not being able to make it on time again. 

You were used to this, honestly. Between one lover being a NASA scientist, and the other being a Special Forces soldier, you ended up home alone more often than not. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand, their jobs were both incredibly demanding and required their full attention; but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. 

Being outside, you don’t hear the front door of your apartment open and close, nor do you hear the kicking off of heavy boots and padding of socked feet searching for you. It’s not until a soft tapping on the glass behind you sounds in your ears that you even realize someone was there at all. 

It makes you jump, whirling around with a gasp and a curse, your body immediately relaxing when you recognize the man leaning against the doorway of the balcony with his arms crossed, his uniform jacket long abandoned inside, leaving him in just his pants and an undershirt. 

“Jesus, Stan!” You huff, pressing a hand to your chest. “Way to scare the life out of me!” 

“My bad, baby,” He hums. He uncrosses his arms and lifts one, signaling for you to take the handful of steps towards him and sink into his arms. 

He reeks of smoke and gunpowder and travel, but he’s as real and warm as when he left several weeks ago. You just lean on his chest, letting his arm drape around you, holding you against him lazily for a long, quiet moment. 

“Where’s Xee?” He asks, after a while. 

“Work, I think. I texted him like two hours ago, dunno if he’s gotten back to me or not. I left my phone inside,” You mumble unhappily. Stanley lets out a hum that mirrors your annoyance, his arm tightening around you in a much firmer hug. 

“Guess we just gotta celebrate my comin’ home early without ‘im,” He says, heat in his tone. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head and looking up at him. 

“It’s late,” You say.

“And?” 

You laugh again, deciding that he makes a fair enough argument. 

“Kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You missed his lips against yours, the way his hands roam without restriction. For a man who seemed so distant to others, he was always so touchy with you and Xeno. 

You wish you’d known he was coming home, you could have pulled out that lacy little number that drove him crazy, instead of your current sweatpants and sweater combo. Not that it seemed to matter to him at all, since he was hellbent on taking it all off of you anyway. 

He drags you inside, letting go only long enough to slam and lock the balcony door before he’s back on you, pressing kiss after kiss into your lips. His arms wrap around you, lifting you with the kind of ease that only comes from experience, and he carries you back through the apartment and into the bedroom, where he dumps you unceremoniously onto the bed. His impatience shows in the way he pins you, clothes going whichever direction he tosses them.

Quick, desperate sex was normal for Stanley after his deployments, regardless of whether they’re a few days or a few months, and you had absolutely no qualms with that. It showed that he’d missed you just as much, that he was just as miserable without you as you were without him and Xeno. 

So when he works you up until you’re an absolute mess and then stops, you think maybe he’s lost his mind a little bit. 

“Don’t move,” He says, kissing you hard before sliding off the bed and vanishing into the hall. You wait in frustrated confusion, your whole body vibrating with need, for him to come back and finish what he started. 

He returns in a flash, your own cellphone in his hands. He says nothing as he climbs back over you, situating himself between your legs, one of his wicked smirks growing over his face at the way you squirm and whine, aching for more. 

“Xee’s on his way home,” He says, voice thick with mischief. “How ‘bout we send him a picture? Show him how fuckin’ pretty our girl is when she’s like this so he knows what he’s missin’.” 

A giggle bursts out of you, your head nodding wildly. This was definitely a first, but you were into it. You can imagine Xeno’s expression when he opens the text Stanley is sending him via your phone. The picture of you, bare and desperate, would have his face flushed, and there was no doubt that he’d, as Stanley would put it, get his ass in gear, and speed home to you.

The message is sent with a soft whoosh, the phone is tossed onto the side table, and Stanley wastes no more time in getting what he wants. 

Time becomes meaningless when he’s making love to you like this, every touch making the desperate race to pleasure hotter and more intense. 

Unlike when Stanley arrived, you hear very clearly when Xeno slams the front door open, the sound of his racing footsteps loud against the floor as he races down the hall and into the bedroom. Stanley sits up, keeping himself seated inside you, and looks over his shoulder with that same smirk from earlier.

“Look who’s finally home,” He hums. “We thought you’d never make it.” 

Xeno laughs, sounding mildly delirious as he stares with wide eyes at the two of you.

“If I’d known it was going to be such a party, I would have made myself more available,” He says, slinking into the room. Stanley simply hums in reply. 

“Xee~” You reach a hand out to your other lover weakly. “C’mere.” 

“Shall I, my love?” 

“Better make it quick, we’re almost done,” Stanley shifts, sending a shudder and a whine through you in order to make his point clear. 

Xeno chuckles again, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Very well, if you insist.”

"I need more Sai Nanami content" I say, knowing perfectly well I could just write it for myself

Hi Hi hi!!!

I'm sorry but I CANNOT STOP READING WHATEVER THOUGHTS YOU HAVE ABOUT SENKU!!! I'd love to hear more about ur oc and Senku together 🥹🥹 <33

(but ofc- it's up to you if you wanna share lmao. I love your fic on ao3 too!! Thank you for reading this!)

AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

I have so many thoughts about these two I genuinely don't know where to start.

Pre-Stone World, Odie lived in a pretty bad place, and had very little in the way of a support network.

The one person you'd think would help her ran off as soon as he possibly could, so she had to deal with the brunt of it alone.

She is 100% Stan's biggest hater and it's his own fault

But then she gets assigned this little pen pal project in the Japanese class she's taking because her school just happens to offer it, and ends up picking Senku as her partner by chance (his class sent the first 'hello' letters.)

He doesn't give her much to work with, just a name and a generally polite greeting.

So that's all she sends back. Her name, and a generally polite greeting.

And that makes Senku curious. All the other kids in his class got long, drawn-out letters, so why didn't he? What was different about her?

They vibe together shockingly well, once they start actually communicating.

Once phone numbers are swapped, it's almost non-stop

He's a certified yapper and she's a listener, and he takes full advantage of that.

She has sat through several multi-hour science lectures without complaint. You think Yuzuruha and Taiju are strong willed? They've got nothing on this depressed American teenager.

Has, on more than one occasion, purposefully texted him a hyper-specific science question out of nowhere while he was in school just to see if he'll answer it

(He does. He texts her the most quick and dirty explanation, then goes into details about it on the phone later that night.)

She also skips school and pretends to be sick a lot, and Senku will always answer a text from her (unless he's in REM sleep, but he'll always reply to her as soon as he's up)

It doesn't matter that Japan is 16 hours ahead of the United States, if they're both awake, they're probably talking

Things like this are pretty common.

Senku is the one to bring up the idea of doing video calls with their computers instead of just regular phone calls.

She bullies the hell out of him and honestly he kinda likes it (not like that I swear)

He likes that she makes jabs at him, but isn't trying to actually hurt him

And he'll shoot it right back at her, so it was totally fair

I, too, am a certified yapper and I love these two so much I am so excited to have them have their reunion in my fic. A tiny spoiler, it doesn't go well.

You watched Yona of the dawn??? And ready write for this? Girl I'm gonna marry you fr

YONA OF THE DAWN DID NOT GET THE LOVE IT DESERVED WHEN IT CAME OUT AND I-

*ahem* wow sorry about that, I don't know where that came from

anyway

I loved Yona. I'm still behind a bit in the manga, but I know enough about what happens to yap about it