Now That All Those Are Done (for Now, Please Send More I Am Begging-)

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

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

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.

What's a ship that overrated/underrated, and do you have a favourite ship (in Dr. Stone and general all fandoms)?

I like SenGen a lot. They have good chemistry together, whether romantic or platonic.

As for over/under rated, I think a lot of ships are pretty equal. There are some I don't get, but I'm not one to yuck someone's yum unless it's an especially toxic or dangerous ship (like, say, anything with Ibara or incestuous and yes. I've seen both.)

As for my all time favorite ship in general? Oh boy that's hard. I don't have one that comes to mind immediately that stands above all others, but i do have a favorite in every fandom I'm in.

hihi, dying for some ukyo soft stuff so i wanna request something😭, like we cannonically know that ukyo, after lilian, knows how to sing very well so i was thinking about ukyo lullabying reader because she's feeling down like yk being in the stone world could be overwhelming for the people of the modern world, thank youu

I love Ukyo so much (If I totally butcher his character pls forgive me)

xfem!Reader

You shift from foot to foot anxiously, hovering in the doorway to the room just beyond the threshold. You know he knows you're there, but even still, Ukyo sits with his back to you, waiting for you to announce yourself. He always did that. He always gave you the chance to speak up first. 

“Hey…Ukyo?” You say softly. He turns in his seat, a warm smile already on his face. 

“Hi there,” He says. “Everything okay?” 

Your lips slide into a small pout as you creep slowly into the room. Surely with his sensitive ears, he’d heard you tossing and turning in your bed just a few doors down for the past two hours or so. 

“Yeah…and no,” You say with a sigh. He gestures for you to come closer, a hand reaching for you as you approach. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“I just…the ship is so quiet, even though there are so many people on board. I can’t sleep, and it’s driving me crazy,” You say, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“It’s loud to me,” He says, teasing you a little. 

“Everything is loud to you.”

“Not everything,” He says. “But if you want, I can try something to help.” 

You look at him for a moment, trying to decide what to do. You’d be taking him away from his duty for however long it took to get you to sleep, which could get both of you a lecture from Senku or Ryusui. But also, you were desperate for some rest, even if it was just a little bit. 

“If…you don’t mind,” You say. 

He smiles at you again, just as warm as the first time, and lets you pull him to his feet and lead him hand-in-hand back to your sleeping quarters. Thankfully, you were one of the few with a room to yourself, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone giving you dirty looks for bringing your boyfriend back with you. 

He tells you to lay down and get comfortable, but doesn’t join you, as you'd expected. Instead, he sits on the edge of your little cot, and takes your hand in his once again. 

“Don’t judge me too much,” He says. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” 

“What are you even doing?” You ask, noting how his face turns a little pink in the dim lighting.

“Just trust me, okay?” He asks, clearing his throat a little. You give a hesitant nod, and squirm a little under the blanket to get more comfortable. Once you’re settled, he gives your hand a little squeeze, takes a breath, and opens his mouth.

Your face flushes at the realization of what he was doing. He was singing to you, soothing you with his voice. And what’s more, he was really good. 

As he softly sang to you, keeping his voice low so that only you could hear this talent of his, all you could think about was whether singing was something he’d wanted to do before he became a sonar operator. He seemed so at ease doing it, as if he’d sung like this so many times before it felt like breathing to him. 

You shift on the cot, turning onto your side and nuzzling into the pillow. You didn’t recognize the lullaby, but whatever it was appeared to be working a little bit. Though, whether it was the song or his presence that made you feel so at ease could be hotly debated. 

One song reaches its ending, and seeing you were still awake, Ukyo starts another one. This song was more familiar to you, but it felt so different coming from him. There was something in his voice, something in the way his eyes occasionally flit across your exhausted face, that made the moment feel perfectly intimate. This was just for you, and no one else. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but his voice follows you into your dreams.

"Why won't you watch the new Devil May Cry anime? Isn't Dante your type?"

1. I'm having fun hyperfixating on Dr STONE

2. I am due both my annual Berserk and Hunter x Hunter phases

3. Because I've already fallen in love with a silly, traumatized, light haired gunslinger who wears a red coat and has an evil twin brother that i also fell in love with and I have the fanfictions to prove it

The absolute temptation of just dropping three chapters of To the Moon and Back all at once is seriously strong right now

The Early Days

StanXeno x Fem!Reader as high school friends turned lovers.

I have no regrets

Content warning: bullying, harassment, mild violence, smoking, suggestive

"Oh my God, have you seen the new girl?" It's almost cliche, the way the group of girls giggle over the latest hot school gossip.

"Right? I mean, come on with that outfit!"

They quiet when Stanley walks by, giggling for a whole new reason now. One girl twirls her hair around her finger, batting her eyelashes, but he just keeps moving. He had no interest in people like that, but that only seems to make them swoon over him more once he passes.

He makes a hard left, the school chemistry lab just ahead, with Xeno likely already inside.

"Yo," He says, throwing the door open. Several other science club students startle, but Xeno doesn't budge. He stands calmly, carefully mixing chemicals and noting the reactions.

"Stanley," Xeno says. "You made it."

"Uh-huh." Stanley kicks out a chair from a nearby table and drops himself into it.

The lab returns to its quiet bustle, the other students focusing again on their experiments and reports. Stanley idly glances around the room, watching each and every one of them for a moment before letting his gaze settle on Xeno.

Xeno's eyebrows are knitted tightly, his eyes entirely focused on the delicate chemicals. His gaze never wavers, his attention never strays.

"You see the new student today?" Stanley asks once he finally gets bored of watching Xeno drop one chemical into another at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Indeed. She and I share our third period computer science class together," Xeno says, voice soft as if he worried being too loud could ruin his experiment.

"Mm."

"And you, Stanley?"

"American Lit. Fifth period. She sits next to me."

"How lucky for her."

Stanley chuckles and rolls his eyes. He tucks his hands into his jacket pockets, toying with the lighter he hid within one of them. He was itching for a smoke, but the last time he got caught on campus he was threatened with suspension, which he couldn't afford right now.

The two fall once again into silence, but that wasn't uncommon. They'd known each other for so long that they rarely needed to talk too much about little nothings anymore. At most, Xeno may make a few idle comments about whatever he was testing, but any real conversation would likely wait until they were in Stanley's car on the way home.

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"Um..."

Xeno's eyes lift, finding the source of the voice standing in front of him, anxiously gripping a notebook.

"Yes?" He asks. You shift your weight from foot to foot, the tips of your ears a cute pink.

"The teacher...said to work with a partner on the, uh, project she assigned?" You say it like a question, as if you weren't totally sure you were correct in what you'd been told.

"Ah, did she? I apologize, I wasn't listening." It was a lie, of course, he'd heard the instructions perfectly clearly. He was used to working mostly alone, so he was a bit surprised that you had approached him.

"Do...do you mind?" You ask, cheeks turning pink now. He can hear the sounds of some other girls giggling, the weight of their stares heavy on his shoulders. So, you'd been denied by everyone else, it seems.

"Of course not," He says, gesturing for you to take a seat by him. You let out a relieved sigh, grabbing a chair from a nearby desk and settling it across from him, gingerly setting your notebook down on the top of his desk. "We haven't yet met officially, my name is Xeno."

You tell him your name, smiling sheepishly when he repeats it carefully back to you.

"I look forward to working with you."

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You dust your hands over your shirt, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Xeno had said to meet him in his club's classroom after school so that the two of you could go home together and work on your project, but you couldn't help feeling nervous.

Making friends in this new school had been really difficult, but he had been very nice to you the past few days, so you felt hopeful that you might be able to come out of this assignment with someone you could continue to talk to and maybe hang out with on weekends. But that relied on you not totally fucking this up and making him hate you on accident.

You start to reach for the door, jumping a little when it swings open from the inside.

"Oh," The young man who looks down at you is downright stunning. You'd seen him before, of course, he was your desk neighbor in your American Literature class. But this was the first time you'd heard his voice, the first time he'd actually paid you any attention. "Hey."

"Hi," You say softly. "I'm...looking for Xeno?"

"Inside," He says, brushing by you and heading down the hall, hands stuffed in his leather jacket pockets. He didn't strike you as the kind of person to be in the science club, but anything was possible.

Stepping inside the room, it's exactly what you expected. There are are several students inside, some in groups while some worked individually. Xeno stood at a desk in the front right corner, his back to you as you walk further in. He turns to glance at you when you softly call his name upon approach, offering you a kind smile.

"Give me one moment to finish this and we will leave shortly," He says, waving for you to come closer and sit in the chair that rested at his side. You decide to work on some homework while you wait, carefully balancing both a textbook and your notebook on your lap.

It takes about an hour for Xeno to finish what he's working on and clean his station, but soon enough he's giving you a gentle nudge and telling you it was time to go. He smiles when you scramble to pack your things up and throw your backpack over your shoulders.

"My friend Stanley will be driving us," He says, leading you from the room. "I hope you don't mind, he'll be sticking around for the rest of the day."

"That's fine!" You say, perhaps a little too eagerly. Xeno smiles again at you.

"Excellent," He says. You follow him through the halls, pausing at his locker long enough for him to transfer a few items to and from his bag, then out into the parking lot. He walks slightly ahead of you once you exit the doors, his pace picking up the moment you both hit fresh air.

He pauses at the edge of the sidewalk where parents would pick up students who didn't drive yet or ride the bus, but the two of you only wait about a minute and a half before a car whips around, stopping just in front of you. The passenger window slides down, and in the driver's seat, you see the beautiful boy from earlier leaning over the middle console to look at the two of you.

"Get in," He says. You note the cigarette between his teeth, wondering now if that was the reason he'd left in such a hurry.

Xeno opens the back door to deposit his bag, taking yours from you to do the same before telling you to sit up front.

"Don't worry," He says when you hesitate. "Stan doesn't bite."

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Stanley Snyder does, in fact, bite. He just doesn't bare his teeth until he has to.

You get comfortable around him pretty quickly, which seems to drive every girl in the school totally insane. Not that you could blame them, Stanley was objectively beautiful and ignored just about everyone.

On a typical day, he's calm-if not a bit lazy-and generally collected. He sticks close to Xeno, which means that as you and the young scientist get closer, he begins sticking to you as well. He talks to you in class now, leaning over to mumble bad jokes that make you laugh too hard to be ignored by the teacher.

But today was not your typical day.

You'd been on you way to meet Xeno and Stanley for your after school hangout and homework time, when you were cornered by a senior guy by your locker. He'd leaned against the lockers, grinning and proud at the way you startled at the sight of him. You tied to go around, but he moved to purposefully block you, keeping himself in front of you so that you couldn't break and run.

"I just wanna talk to you," He says.

"I really don't want to talk to you," You say, trying to scoot around him, only to fail yet again. You were getting frustrated and a little scared. Xeno and Stanley were waiting for you, you didn't want them to leave you behind just because some asshole wanted to make himself feel big.

"C'mon, you hang out with that science club freak and his pretty faced boytoy all the time, why don't you spend your day with someone else, huh?" He asks, reaching to make a grab for you. His words make you flush a bit in anger. Sure, you knew Stanley and Xeno were something (they weren't exactly subtle), but to have it thrown at your face as if it's a bad thing made you absolutely livid.

Who was this guy to talk about your friends that way? He didn't know them! How dare he!

"Don't talk about them like that!" You snap, just barely too slow to avoid the hand that clasps around your forearm. The boy in front of you scowls, his grip on your arm tightening to a bruising hold.

"Come hang with me, and I'll show you what a real man is," He sneers, making your face flush even hotter.

"I said no!"

"Don't be such a little prude-"

What happens next happens so fast that it takes far longer than it should for you to process. The boy holding to you is jerked backwards hard enough to force him to release you, though you also stumble forward a few steps at the sudden movement. Then, before you can blink, Stanley has him slammed into the floor. He stands over him, frighteningly calm despite the hard glare his golden eyes burn into your harasser.

"Pretty sure when a lady tells you no, you're supposed to back the fuck off," Stanley hisses, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger.

You can't help jumping a little when those sharp eyes flit up to look at you, though you note how they soften at the sight of you're slightly shaking figure.

"You alright?" He asks. You nod quickly.

"Y-yeah, I'm good. Can we go?" You ask, taking a tentative step towards him.

"Course we can," He says, stepping back from the other boy and lifting an arm for you to tuck yourself under. He holds you against his side, escorting you without further issue outside to where Xeno had been left waiting.

You don't question where he goes after he and Xeno discover the hand-shaped bruise on your arm, nor do you question why that same boy comes to school several days later with two broken hands and a black eye.

Something inside you already knows that Stanley did it for you.

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Your relationship shifts suddenly one night after graduation.

The three of you are in your room, Xeno leaning against your pillows with a book in his hand while you sit in the middle of you bed, makeup strewn around you, and Stanley sits on the edge, leaned forward so you can paint his face as you see fit.

"Open," You say. Stanley huffs in amusement, parting his lips so that you can press the lipstick against his waiting mouth, swiping your favorite deep purple across his surprisingly soft looking lips.

"Now rub."

He hums, doing as instructed. You pick up a little pocket mirror and open it, handing it to him so that he can look at your handiwork.

"Not bad," He says, turning his head left and right to fully inspect his new face.

"The dark lips suit you, Stan," Xeno says, peering over his book to take a look for himself, earning an amused hum from Stanley.

Its in this moment that you realize how close Stanley had gotten. His face mere inches from yours, eyes heavy with...something. Something heavy, something wanting. It makes you flush and shuffle backwards on instinct alone.

Stanley follows, crawling after you, backing you up even further. He doesn't stop until you're literally in Xeno's lap, the other young man letting out a noise of annoyance and frustration.

"Must we do this now?" Xeno asks, letting his book fall to his side, his arms wrapping around your middle as if to guard you from Stanley, who pouts. It was always quite the sight to see, when his lower lip stuck out and his eyebrows furrowed like that.

"Don't act all innocent right now, Xee," Stanley says, smirking when both he and you notice that one of Xeno's hands has snuck under the hem of your shirt, his fingertips gingerly brushing over the soft skin of your side.

Your whole body feels warm, heart hammering in your chest. Weren't they partners? What was happening right now?

Stanley creeps closer, effectively sandwiching you between the two.

"Hey," He says, voice low. "Wanna make out?" His question flusters you just as much as Xeno's continuing touch. It felt so out of character for him, yet he still sounded so like himself.

You must nod, or agree in some other way, because before you know it, Stanley's lips are on yours, smearing his freshly done lipstick all over you. His tongue ends up in your mouth, and you suddenly become very aware of how much more experience he has.

He pulls back slightly, lips drifting from yours to press kisses to your cheeks and jaw while you pant softly. Both of Xeno's hands are up your shirt now, his wicked fingers making you shiver.

"What's the verdict?" Xeno murmus, pressing his own lips the soft spot between your neck and shoulder.

"Perfect," Stanley hums, sinking his teeth into your other shoulder, kissing the spot when you wince.

"Quite the conclusion you've come to," Xeno says, one hand sliding from your torso to your chin, turning your head as far as it would comfortably go to look back at him. "I think I'd like to give my own opinion, if I may."

"Okay," You breathe, drunk on all the attention.

Xeno's kiss is slower, more exploratory. He doesn't devour you, like Stanley had, but that doesn't change how good it was.

Both of them kissed you like they wanted you, like they'd wanted you for a while, and by the time the night ends, all three of you are covered in lipstick.

For some reason I'm craving Stanley pampering and taking care of Xeno and Reader after they had a little accident with Xeno's latest science project just before Stanley returns to the lab.

(I don't know why but I'm just seeing Stanley as a very caring like mothery like person ;w;)

Stanley "Loverboy" Snyder is genuinely the best at taking care of his partners, let me tell you why

He's very patient and understanding when it comes to these kinds of things

He's been hanging around Xeno for a long time at this point, he's no stranger to chemistry-based accidents

Nor is he a stranger to accidentally getting shot because the gun Xeno made has misfired

Again.

So when he walks in, and finds that, somehow, you two have managed to do both

He just

Sighs

And accepts his fate

"Alright. What the hell happened?"

Absolutely no judgement from him at all as the two of you hastily explain

He nods along, taking in every word

Then he throws one of you over one shoulder, and carries another under his other arm, and carts you both off home to be taken care of

At no point does he act like any of this is a burden or hassle in the slightest

He actually really likes getting to care for you two

It makes him feel a little less like a machine built only for war and violence

He keeps his voice low and level, remaining calm even if one of you is in tears (not that Xeno would ever admit to crying)

Lots of kisses

Kisses on the face

Kisses on the injured body parts

Kisses just because

Will take care of the worst of the injuries first, then the lesser ones

But he will treat all of them as equally important

Scolds the two of you a little bit, but you can tell he's not actually angry

"Seriously, you two have got to be more careful. I can't keep doing this."

A lie

He'd do this all day if you asked him to

Once you're both treated, he'll insist you stay home the rest of the day so he can keep an eye on you

Will! Not! Light! A! Cigarette!

Even if you insist it's okay

Even if he really wants one

He won't do it

"It's not good for you to inhale secondhand smoke, you know."

The look Xeno gives him when he says that will never fail to make you crack up laughing

Will help you both bathe, if needed

Hell, even if it's not needed

He likes the intimacy of showers with his lovers, and this is the perfect excuse to do it

Times like this are the only times Stanley will cook

He's not bad at it, he's just not as good as Xeno, so he prefers to leave it to the other man

However, you two are hurt, so he's going to take care of it

He's going to take care of you

He's going to take care of everything

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure as I debate posting a soft touchstarved Dr STONE characters x reader headcanon list