Okay, So I Saw A Post On How Gen Was Originally Supposed To Be The One Unpetrified Instead Of Suika.

Writing angst for an upcoming chapter of To the Moon and Back today.

Who wants to bet I make myself cry over Senku?

https://www.tumblr.com/annarobszombies/773224084234485760/simon-ghost-riley-looks-like-his-father-and-he

just read this and thought about simon with a baby that looks exactly like him and thinks they’re the most beautiful thing in the world

He does. He loves them.

He holds them in shaking hands, as he'd always had a fear of being a parent, but he can't take his eyes off them. It doesn't matter that they have his nose or his eyes or his hair. All that matters is that he created them with the person he loves most.

That's what matters to him. At least, I think so.

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

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.”

I need more XenoStan x reader. Like more highschool sweethearts. I love them so much!!!

Are we....soulmates?

When I was in high school, I used to go on dates to the roller rink all the time. And I just. Imagine with me, please.

Stanley is like a newborn deer at first, and Xeno refuses to even put the skates on.

And you?

You're so good at it.

You hold Stanley's hands and help him get settled on his feet, cheering when he finally gets the hang of it. Xeno pouts from the table where all your stuff is, wanting to join you but also not wanting to break is ankles.

Stanley eventually coaxes him into it, and the three of you go around and around all holding hands. Xeno is the reason you fall at least twice, but you're all okay. A little bruised, maybe, but you're laughing, Stanley is laughing, and Xeno (though red faced) is also laughing.

At some point, the boys take a break and leave you to skate on your own. They were originally going to sit and have some water and overpriced concession food, but they get distracted just watching you.

You might not be as good as some of the others in the rink with you, all zooming around like it was their job. But you'd clearly had enough practice to look natural, and something about that was mesmerizing,

Maybe it was the lights, maybe it was the music, neither of them really know for sure. They just lean on the other side of the wall, and watch you.

I know what I'm doing today :')

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.”

TE GEN SFW WAS PRFECT TYSM ! >:]

YOU'RE WELCOME I PROMISE THE NSFW VERSION IS COMING SOON TOO

Can I perhaps ask for ukyo x willow headcannons 👀

I saw your other ask for Senku x Willow too, so I'm just gonna do them both right here.

I hope you like this

Ukyo x Willow

The Quiet Duo

Ukyo has sensitive ears, so being around a lot of loud people can give him a headache

So, though it takes some getting used to, he likes that she's so quiet

He's the only one she can't sneak up on

She teaches him sign language so they can communicate easily without words

He's been called out on speaking both verbally and in sign language at the same time after being taught by Willow

Ukyo doesn't mind that she hides her face, though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious as to what she looked like under the mask

But he'd never force it

Senku x Willow

The Unhinged When They Want To Be Duo

Senku learned sign language for fun in the old world but rarely got to use it before she came along

Is definitely curious about the mask, and wants to see what's behind it

Carefully (and poorly) made a replacement mask when Willow's broke early on

Laughs when she gets sassy with someone in sign because most times no one but him can understand it

She has to tap morse code at him sometimes (when he's not paying attention to her hands)

Honestly likes that he can talk mostly un-interrupted with her

Will yap at her in sign language in front of everyone else

Do you like flowers?

Yes!

Sunflowers and orange roses are my favorites