I Need More XenoStan X Reader. Like More Highschool Sweethearts. I Love Them So Much!!!

i keep thinking of this specific scenario where like.. i personally hc all characters w/ hats like. REAAAALLY like it if their s/o steals it n wears it etc.. ryusui. more so. with his little captain hat. like it's been in my head marinating as a smutfic do you see the vision 🙏 (also i apologize if this sounds more yap than a req idk how to explain proper :[ )

Okay but like

Ryusui is definitely the type to lose his mind if he sees his significant other wearing his stuff.

Not even just the captain's hat. Wear anything that belongs to him and he is grinning ear to ear and already thinking about when he gets to take it all off you

(except the hat. the hat stays on and he will fuck you in front of a mirror just to make sure you can see how good you look in it)

Ukyo gets flustered to all hell if you put his hat on. He thinks you look great in it, and will sometimes be the one to put it on you to wear just because.

Ukyo also definitely has a private picture of you in nothing but his hat.

My brain is fried but I see the vision, I vibe with the vision, and I am definitely going to be thinking about the vision as I write some new stuff this week.

What if reader doesn't like people who smoke or better when Stanley smokes? (He looks hot while smoking but I just don't like it when people do it.)

God, that's tough.

Speaking from personal experience, smoking is an addiction, and Stanley has likely been doing it for a long time considering how often we see him participating in his habit. I think he would want to stop for your sake, but would struggle a lot.

It would lowkey drive Xeno insane because that man has been yelling at him for years and then you come along and curl your nose at it and Stanley chucks his pack of cigarettes across the room into the trashcan to keep himself from smoking around you.

I'm just rambling now as I'm thinking how equally cursed it was when everyone was turned in stone but after learning that the petrification can fix people's injuries and apparently their illnesses as we saw happen to Tsukasa's little sister, it can also be seen as blessing for those who also were permanently ill or injured so badly that even modern world doctors and experts aren't able to cure or even make the pain much easier for those who need to live with chronic pain and pain attacks or those treatments are so expencive that people can't afford it. The petrification and reviving process could literally perhaps fix even allergies or things like autoimmune disease and that could be seen as a blessing and-

...oh... I actually only now while writing this realized that the first petrification wave and the medusa device could become a subject of being worshipped as a saviour or start a cult in the new world among with people who don't know everything about the petrification device but people would DEFINITELY notice on their own how they are again back to health after being revived and make their own decisions to try to capture the medusa device for themself or when ever people are in need for miracle cure they want and get it to work.

The more people revived, the more likely someone would take it as their life mission to get their hands on working medusa to give cure for people and that power could lead to another interesting plotline if the one doing the good deeds would be someone who just wants people to be in dept for them and own a favor/material for them as a prize for the miracle cure.

I read the word cult and have immediately stamped my approval.

There is guaranteed to be a group of people who worship petrification and the medusa to an almost frightening degree.

I am so stressed out because imagine if there is a meteorite planning to destroy our earth in 378 days and for some reason I get voted to go to the North Sentinel Island and communicate with them to warn them but they have no concept of our language, how would I tell them?

I guess I could demonstrate numbers with material, and days with drawings of the sun, but how would I tell them that we might destroy the meteorite in many tiny pieces or maybe not? How do I communicate the concept of maybe?

What a question my guy

Are you...okay?

Communicating any kind of concept with a tribe of people that have no concept of language in the same way we do would be extremely difficult.

Maybe just means that it's not quite yes but not quite no. So I suppose you could use pictures to do that. Yes is one side, No is the other, and Maybe is the middle.

I genuinely don't know this was a thought experiment I was not prepared to have today :')

Yipe :D

I would love to yap with you about OCS and fic ideas

My dm's are always open if you feel comfortable with that, and you know my discord lol

- one hundred percent not 🌙

My DMs are also always open! You can literally poke me about it at any time and even if I'm sleeping I will eventually wake up and see it and scream with you in enjoyment

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.

Okay, so I saw a post on How Gen was originally supposed to be the one unpetrified instead of Suika. But how both Boichi and Riichiro Inagaki changed it to her because it will hit people more in the feels in an interview. Now I'm just thinking of the different possibilities of what if; one that kinda stuck is what if it was one of the cast s/o, like senkus, ukyo, Gen, Tsukasa or even Kohaku. Like bro the feelings it would be after those 7 years of being petrified and coming back to be the only one who came back

OKAY BUT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

The absolute heartbreak. It's one thing to have to make revival fluid on your own, it's another thing having to do it while your lover is trapped in stone.

Imagine the first day Senku wakes up, his eyes landing on his significant other who's seven years older now. The tears, the yelling, the hug.

I'm gonna go lay down and cry

Hi! I'm the anon that requested a while ago the Xeno/Stanley/jewel maker asexual. Loved the story you made for it, thank you so much ♡

If you feel like writing, my request would be Xeno and/or Stanley spending time with their gn!reader romantic partner, who's spending time in party or somewhere where there's a lot people. For a moment they get separated and then they find them being kissed and being far too close to someone.

Despite the smile and laugh reader does, the person is total stranger for them and trying to keep the stranger rather talking than kissing them. The reader is feeling very overwhelmed and silently pleading someone to get them out of the situation because they are afraid ro tell no and leaving is hard from the tight hug the stranger has them in and they don't want to resolve in violence.

After the intervention the reader would very much want to be more close to Xeno/&Stan and have more familiar closenes and affection after that unpleasant attention.

This request could be a follow up for the previous story but this can also be entirely it's own thing. I just wish to read Xeno and/or Stanley being protective over their romantic ace partner and soothe them calm with hugs and soft kisses ;w;

Am I happy with how this turned out? No not totally. However, I got it done and that's a good thing right?

Potential content warning for harassment

The car was silent. 

There were no words spoken, no music playing through the speakers, nothing. Just pure and tense silence. No one knew what to say, where to even start, or if they should have a discussion at all. It hadn’t been your fault, that much all three of you knew. But even still. Stanley did just beat someone near to death in front of so many people.  

The party had been going so well. You’d been having fun being out with the two of them, drinking and just being merry. But then you’d gotten separated, and someone had taken advantage of that. He’d pulled you aside, clung to you, and even kissed you without your permission. You’d tried to be calm and casual, tried to laugh off his actions as something done because he was totally inebriated. But no matter how hard you’d tried, he hadn’t wanted to let you go. 

You’d made eye contact with Stanley, who had been looking for you, from across the room. He’d seen the building panic in your expression and snapped, rushing to your aid and putting the other man practically through the wall. It was easy to forget how viciously protective he could be sometimes.

A long sigh breaks the silence that had been sitting between you all for the past several minutes. 

“Before you start-” Stanley speaks first, but gets cut off.

“Just what were you thinking?” Xeno asks. “There were better ways to handle that situation.” 

“Heat of the moment,” Stanley says, earning himself another long, frustrated sigh. Xeno hadn’t seen what happened, but he’d been made aware of it.

“Regardless, you should have known better,” Xeno says. 

“Yeah, I got it. I won’t do it again.” 

You stay quiet in the back seat, just staring out the window until the car parks at your apartment, and the three of you head inside. 

You get Stanley an ice pack for his bruising knuckles, moving around your shared space to keep yourself busy. You didn’t want to think about what had happened, or what could have happened, if someone hadn’t stepped in. Sure, it could have been handled non-violently, but at least you were safe. 

Stanley’s voice calling your name startles you a little. He was sitting on the couch, one arm thrown over the back of it while the other rested on one of your throw pillows. 

“C’mere,” He says, waving you over. You shuffle to his side, plopping down next to him when he pats the cushion next to him. He wraps the arm that was once on the back of the couch around you, and pulls you close. “You okay?” 

You hesitate to answer the question for a moment. Were you okay? The man from the party hadn’t harmed you in any way. At least, not physically. You weren’t bruised or even had a single red mark from where he’d been grabbing at you. All you really suffered was the unwanted kissing and invitations to “take this upstairs.” 

“I don’t know,” You admit softly. “I didn’t know what to do the whole time I just…” 

“It’s alright,” He presses a soft kiss into your hair. Featherlight, like he’s worried he’ll break you. 

“Thank you,” You murmur. 

“Anytime,” He says. You curl into his side, feeling safer than you had all night. Stanley was always good at helping you to feel secure. Another body drops on your other side, Xeno scooting close as well. 

Sandwiched between them, something new builds in your chest. The numbness that had been there before was fading into realization. You’d been scared. So scared. And now that you were home and safe and with the two people you loved most, your relief was flooding out of you. Tears form in your eyes, and though you try to will them away, they still fall down your cheeks. 

Xeno shushes you gently, Stanley hugs you closer. Neither of them tell you not to cry. 

“You know what I think?” Xeno asks. “I think we should get cleaned up, and get into bed.” Stanley nods in agreement, shifting so that he can stand. You’re pulled to your feet as well, and marched towards the bathroom. 

They don’t shower with you, mindful of the boundaries you’d placed at the beginning of your relationship, but once you’re done they tuck you in bed first with some snacks and a bottle of water before going and cleaning up and changing as well. 

While you wait, you think more about tonight, wondering if there was more you could have done. If you’d been more firm, maybe he would have left you alone. Maybe he wouldn’t have tried to force himself on you.

It wasn’t your fault. You had to remind yourself of that. You hadn’t asked for him to bother you, and you’d tried to direct him away when he started getting too friendly. The situation wasn’t on you, it was solely on him. 

Your loves join you in bed finally, each laying on opposite sides of you like always. They liked sleeping together like this with you, liked just getting to be close. It had taken some time for you to get comfortable with it, but now you weren’t sure you could sleep alone unless you absolutely had to. They never asked for more than what you offered. 

They let you pick whatever you want to watch on the little bedroom television, and the three of you just veg out together for a while. Stanley holds your hand in his bruised one, running his fingers lightly across your palm. Occasionally, Xeno presses a featherlight kiss to your shoulder or head. It’s soft, quiet affection that they give. Whispers of promises that no matter what, they were always there. Always by your side. Always willing to step in when you were scared.

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

A personal headcannon of mine is that everyone who was petrified the 3700 years are all on varying degrees of touch starved, some might be more clingy or used more subtle touches around people. Especially for significant others, family and friends, now take that and applied it to the main who now is sperate from their s/o who by themself again but having the whole weight in getting the revial fluids or else. 😬

I imagine the like Suika they began to imagine their friends/family and their s/o encouraged them to continue that they'll be there supporting them, when ever they feel down. Heck, even just spending some time hugging the status or even rambling on how their day was to try to maintain some sort of sanity 🙃

Hey friend, everything I say next is out of love,

We gotta have a talk about you breaking my heart every time you're in my ask box because holy shit

But you're so right and I hate it :')

Just imagine it. You go 3700 years trapped in stone, then when you're free you either reunite with your partner or meet them in the stone world and you can touch and be touched and have that kind of physical comfort

But then it's taken from you

Again.

And you have to try to figure out how to make revival fluid all on your own while without true companionship. All you have is your own voice, and the statues of the people you love most for company

Anyway I'm somehow even more sad about this now