Hi! Would you like to write reader trying to arrange a nice romantic free day for Stanley and Xeno? Those two are so workaholics (especially Xeno with his eye bags!!!!) that I bet they rarely have a full free 24 hour day to relax and the reader just wants to do their best to get those two have at least one đworkđfreeđday!
Love your writings and wishing the day treats you well đ¸
They need a vacation (and so do I)
It takes you several days, but finally, you manage it. You get up earlier than Stanley.Â
Heâd always been an early riser, up no later than 5:30 AM every day in the old world, but in the stone world, heâd been getting up even earlier. Sometimes, before the sun even considers rising.Â
But not today. Today, he was still in bed when you wiggle free of him and Xeno and scurry as quietly as you can from the bedroom and into the living space of your tiny home.Â
Theyâd been so terribly exhausted, the weight of building a whole colony sitting on both of their shoulders. But it was time the rest of those who lived in this compound with you pulled more of their own weight. So they were staying home today. They didnât know it yet, but you were going to make sure it happened.Â
You had it all planned out. You were going to make them breakfast in bed, then you were going to talk to them about your worries about their overwork, and inform them that they had the day off. Youâd already talked to Brody, and he had been more than happy to step up to keep things in order for today. There was nothing for Xeno and Stanley to worry about. Anything that came up could wait until tomorrow, and if it truly couldnât, then youâd let them go.
Thankfully, the door doesnât make a single sound as you slip through it and out into the pre-dawn dimness. The apartments in the living quarters didnât have individual kitchens, so you were going to have to make a run for the one downstairs, where the dining hall was. If Stanley woke up and found you gone, heâd worry. And if he worried, Xeno would worry, and the next thing you knew, youâd have both of them tearing the colony apart looking for you.Â
The kitchens are quiet, since the only people awake other than you were the guards along the perimeters of the colony. No one would be in here to begin preparing to feed everyone else for at least another hour, if not longer.
You had to be careful here, though. Wasting food could get you in trouble, even if you were one of Xenoâs partners, so youâd have to make something simple and easy.Â
You work quickly, gathering everything youâd need and setting about your task at making breakfast for your exhausted lovers who were hopefully still asleep a few floors above. You try to ignore how much the sun has risen by the time youâre done, as well as the dirty looks the designated cook shoots at you when you burst out of the kitchen with the food youâd just made.
You take the stairs back up two at a time, chest heaving with hard pants. It had taken so much longer than youâd planned, and there was absolutely no way both of them werenât up and wondering where youâd gone.Â
Entering the apartment is a bit of a louder affair than when youâd left, the door swinging open startling Xeno who was, in fact, awake and had been standing in the living space. Stanley was nowhere to be seen, but you can hear the sound of water running through the rudimentary pipes, so you think he must be bathing.
âDarling,â Xeno says, approaching you with a smile. âThere you are.â
âI was hoping to be back sooner,â You say, a pout sliding onto your expression. He chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of your face.Â
âItâs alright. I take it this is for us?â He asks, hands reaching for the containers of food in your hands.
âYeah. It was supposed to be given to you in bed, but I guess I missed my chance for that,â You say. Xeno hums, opening the containers to take a look inside.Â
âCan I ask why it was so important to serve it in bed?â He asks, closing them and heading to the tiny countertop to help you dish out everything onto the clay dining plates.Â
âI justâŚwanted you and Stan to have a chance to relax for a day. Youâve both been working so hard, and I can tell itâs been really rough on you both,â You mumble, face flushing a bit at the admission. Xeno pauses in his movements, head turning so that he can look at you.Â
âIs that so?â He murmurs, more to himself, you think, than to you. Regardless, you nod a bit shyly.Â
Xeno takes a breath, as if about to speak, when a pair of hands slip around your waist, Stanleyâs weight pressing into your back, lips against your neck. His hair was still wet, and you could smell the soap on him.Â
âWhat am I missinâ?â He asks, his accent slipping from his lips just slightly.Â
âIt seems all three of us were on the same page, and somehow didnât even realize it,â Xeno says. You look at him with surprise, eyebrows raising.Â
âYeah?â Stanley hums, pressing another kiss to your neck, then to your shoulder.
âMm. Our darling was so worried about how much weâd been working, that they wanted to surprise us with a day off,â Xeno says.Â
âHah. And here we were, thinkinâ they needed a break,â Stanley chuckles.Â
It clicks in your head finally. All of you had been working hard. All of you had been paying more attention to each other than yourselves.Â
A laugh bubbles out of you, your head shaking.Â
âWhat is it they say about great minds?â You tease, grinning.Â
âThey think alike. And I do believe itâs true,â Xeno says, shuffling closer to the two of you. One of Stanleyâs hands release you, reaching instead to grab at Xeno and pull him into the shared embrace.Â
âI had so many things planned for us today,â You say, squirming free so that you can start taking the plates of food to the small dining table the three of you had, the two of them following after you with utensils and cups of water.Â
âLike what?â Stanley asks.Â
âBreakfast in bed, some time by the water, oh-I found this little patch of grass just outside the borders of the colony that looked like it had some great flowers that we could collect to make more natural dyes,â You recount your admittedly vague plans, both lovers listening intently.
âI was hoping to test some modifications I made for Stanleyâs rifle,â Xeno hums. âPerhaps we can squeeze that in between swimming and flower collecting.âÂ
â âs long as I get to take a nap at some point today, I donât give a shit what we do,â Stanley says, shoving food in his mouth with little celebration.Â
âWe all need extra sleep,â Xeno says.Â
âLetâs take a blanket or something when we go look at the flowers,â You say. âWe can pack a whole picnic or something, and nap together under the clouds.âÂ
âThat sounds perfectly elegant, darling.â
âIâll make sure we have our new fancy stone world sunscreen, otherwise Xee might just die.âÂ
âStanley, please, my skin is not that sensitive-â
âYou were a lobster for a week after the first time we went to the beach back in the old world. You need sunscreen.â
First of all: I'm so sorry for making you cry and sad! đđ
I'm that anon that requested the sad promt of reader being able to save only Stan or Xeno đĽ˛
Second: This made me question if you have any topics or themes you would not want to write about like do you have some limits for the requests that we should take into account?
So sorry making you cry earlier đ
You're forgiven âĄâĄ
As for limits, I honestly have very few. I'm pretty easygoing when it comes to this kinda stuff. I write a lot to process my own trauma, so i have few issues with most things
My hardest line is that I will not write NSFW stuff with real people or literal actual children (I'm talking characters who are clearly stated to be under the age of consent)
That's basically it. So long as you're respectful with me (which everyone has been) and understand that I may need to research certain topics before writing about them, I'm fairly open.
As things have been growing an awful lot around here, I figured I'd take a minute to actually introduce myself.
So, uh
Hi.
I'm Red, your local friendly cryptid who definitely doesn't want to know your full name for fae-related reasons
I have been in fandom spaces for a long time, mostly quietly writing fanfiction on ao3, and this is my first time back on Tumblr since I was in high school.
Genuinely happy to be back, coming here felt like coming home.
I take requests for fandoms I am in, and am generally here and happy to chat whenever.
I have a masterlist of my current works for Dr STONE -> HERE
And if you wanna know what other media I enjoy, feel free to just ask.
I see every notification, and I'm happiest when you're enjoying my brainrot with me.
Anyway
Uh
Bye
x gn!reader
I'm in love with him shh
SFW
Xeno likes you for a while before acting on anything
He takes his time learning you and your habits, inserting himself into your life as a friend and colleague before attempting to make a move
When he does, it's rather sudden, but not totally unexpected
Xeno isn't exactly the most nonchalant person in the world
He let's you decide where to go and what to do
Pays for everything.
You think Stanley spoils his partner? Meet Xeno.
The man has NASA money
You want for nothing
Words of affirmation and gift giving KING
Likes to cook with you
Will absolutely plan the most elaborate dates on the most random of days
Fusses over your health
You can't go dying an early death he already has to worry about Stan getting lung cancer
Speaking of Stanley, you two get along fairly well
You both love Xeno and neither of you want to see him hurt
On his worst days, when his mind starts to crack and his world begins to crumble, it's you he seeks
Will just come home on those days and drop himself into your embrace and stay there for as long as he can while you carefully put him back together
Loves it when you lay your head in his lap
Engages in your hobbies as often as he can
You sit and listen to him yap about science for far longer than Stanley or anyone else does, it's only fair
Brags about you to just about everyone
Never worries about your safety since all he'd need to do is have Stanley deal with any threat
Doesn't get jealous often, but when he does is far more likely to ruin the person causing his distress than he is to get upset with you
It's not your fault you're so perfect, after all
It's scientifically improbable that no one other than him is attracted to you
NSFW
Your first time starts slow and sensual, but ends with both of you an absolute disaster
You leave scratches down Xeno's back, and he covers you in marks claiming you as solely his
You both have to work from home the next two days
Wants to own and dominate everything about you, but will melt so fast if you push back
Make him beg. Do it. I dare you.
Worships every inch of your body
Will not stop until you've finished at least twice, even if he has to force it out of you (consensually, ofc. if you decide you're done he will back off)
Loves it when you crawl into his lap and fuck him
Big time mirror sex guy
He wants you to watch him fuck you but thinks cameras are overrated
A threesome with Stanley is almost guaranteed if you even so much as hint at the idea (I say again, you want that. you really do I promise)
Can, has, and will come home for lunch just to screw you over the countertop then go back to work
Aftercare includes a warm bath together, any beverages/snacks you want, and at least an hour snuggling skin to skin under the blankets and talking about nothing
Hiiiii
Quick question
Are you alright with people yapping to you about their ocs- and fic ideas?
- totally not đ
Hello person who is definitely not Moon
I am totally okay with being yapped at about ocs and fic ideas! Just be prepared for me to have my own excited thoughts about whatever you send me because I am very supportive of people having fun with fandom
Slow dancing with xeno-
That's the post.
I just had the realization that here soon I'm going to get to see
[mild manga spoilers]
Sai Nanami animated in all his beautiful glory and I will not apologize for the person I am about to become
Tomura Shigaraki has OCD
Tomura Shigaraki has OCD
Tomura Shigaraki has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Tenko Shimura compulsively scratches whenever put under high stress situations, meaning its a soothing action not a logical one
Okay but grabbing Xeno by his stupid little tie and pulling him into a hard kiss that turns into more
But how do I communicate yes and no? What if head nods mean fuck you and then they'll feel attack and attack me? What if â is a slur to them? Thumbs up means some very kinky stuff?
I've actually had time to sit and talk about this with another person instead of making my own head spin in circles, and though I'm not sure this is the answer you really want, this is the one we came up with together.
You don't even go to the island in the first place. You leave them be.
Assuming the meteorite doesn't kill them, whatever pathogens you carry onto the island certainly will. They are an uncontacted tribe, last I checked I don't know if that has changed in the last several years, meaning they may not have had the same chance of building immunity to the modern illnesses of the wider world.
As far as communication goes should leaving the island and it's people alone is just not be an option, assuming they don't kill you on sight, it'll be extremely difficult. Pictograms would be easiest, as you could try to show maybe the sun or another star falling from the sky. At the very least, there is a chance they could recognize that. And unfortunately, we decided that there probably is no maybe. If you go to the island and tell them the sky is falling, that kind of has to be it.
Saw the post about grabbing Xeno by the tie and thought how funny if he could tell what kind of mood his s/o is in by how they tug?
He be
"Oh, they need to tell me something private"
"Oh...I'm in trouble"
"Guess it's tike to eat"
"Oh? I'm in trouble~"
Man has it down to a tea!
Oh he absolutely can, but imagine this with me if you will.
Add to the pulling of the tie: his full government name.
That's how he knows he's in real trouble. The kind of trouble he can't talk his way out of, or smooth over with a few soft words of appeasement or apology.
No, he's in danger when he hears not just his first or last name, but his middle name.
"Xeno Houston Wingfield!"
He starts making a mental last will and testament, and hopes through some miracle he can telepathically send it to Stanley, who bailed from the room faster than a bullet shoots from his gun.
"My darling-"
"You motherfucker!"
He's either about to be strangled with his own tie, gripped between the fingers of his lover, punched in the face, or kissed so hard hard he's going to be dizzy.
Local Cryptid with chronic brainrot. I take fic requests
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