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secretloops · 2 months ago

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LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO . . . stanley snyder + reader

ᝰ warnings/an : suggestive (17+), gn reader, written in 2nd person (you/yours), smoking + drinking, crude humor, situationship between stanley and reader, pre-petrification, hurt/comfort also kinda angsty?, summertime sadness vibes, not edited we die like men

The summer heat died down to a humid stickiness in the evening that clung to you. Everything was muggy, and mixed with the alcohol in your system, it all felt a bit too much. You stood on the back porch of a mutual friend, who extended an invitation to a quaint campfire - like old times, before everyone grew up - to get away for a moment.

“Ah- I thought you were passed out in a bush somewhere.” The voice made you turn, and you chuckled. Even in the summer night, you could tell it was the familiar blonde from silhouette alone, the man who came and went with the tides as work called him away. The one that was a bit closer than the others, who stuck around without a label - closer than a friend but too far to be a lover.

You chuckled, “thanks for coming to check twenty minutes later.” He saw him shrug as he neared you; he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, the cap long gone as sips turned to gulps and he teetered on his feet.

“Looks like you'll end up in that bush first.” He wore a bitten back smile at your words, something he desperately tried to hold back but to no avail. The closer he got to you, the more the smell of cigarettes lingered; it was comforting, almost, despite how it mingled with whiskey and cheap cologne.

You watched him sip from the bottle again, by now, the contents of it was warm - you grimaced. “Probably,” he mused. “How much you wanna’ bet it'll be that one right there?” He pointed to the shrubbery adjacent to the porch, bottle still in hand, and you laughed.

“I think it'll be that one,” you humored him and pointed to the farthest one you saw. He snorted. “Pretty soon, you'll start running around here, you always do. We need to get you a leash when you drink.”

“Kinky,” he chuckled, “I'd probably be into it.”

The man wasn't a stranger to crude jokes or a harsh vocabulary, often coloring his sentences full of them. But even still, it made your cheeks feel hot, “I didn't know you were such a freak.”

His lips pulled into a tipsy smirk before putting the bottle to his lips again, “you should know that better than anyone,” spoken into the bottle before he titled it up and drank from it.

“Shut up,” you swatted at his arm and heard him chuckle after he swallowed. The whiskey was strong, you could smell it on him as he shifted next to you, and you wondered how he was still standing.

There was a momentary lapse in conversation, not awkward but charming, listening to crickets and cicadas that buzzed in the humid air. You turned your eyes to the night sky and leaned against the banister of the porch, as did he. It was a quiet you both were used to, both had grown accustomed to occupying each other's space in silence. It felt nothing but natural.

There was a flick of a lighter, and sharp sound cutting through the chirps the night time gave, and the man groaned as it didn't light. Again, again, and again before you heard a huff as he gave up. You looked over to him, a cigarette hanging from his lips that he drunkenly struggled to light.

You took the lighter from his hand and ignited it on the first try, all it needed was a relatively sober touch. He cursed under his breath when you smiled, but you held out the flame to him nonetheless.

He breathed in and you put the lighter in your own pocket like always, furthering the year long argument between the man of being a lighter thief, but he didn't notice. “What would you do without me, Stan?”

“I'd be fiending for a cigarette,” spoken through smoke as he breathed out. You motioned for him to pass it to you, and he rolled his eyes. “If you put it out I'll scream.” But he gave it to you anyway, like he always does when you ask.

It's menthol, you taste it the moment you put it to your lips, and you sighed. “These taste like shit.”

“Then give it back, freak.”

You pulled anyway and let the smoke fill your lungs before you passed it back, “how long are you here?”

He kept the smoke between his fingers as he looked over to you, a drunken smile plastered on his lips. You smiled back. “Couple weeks. But I've been thinking-”

“Never a good sign,” you teased.

“This one's a good one,” he chuckled, “I say I go awol and we run away together. Like in those shitty romcoms you make me watch.” You could see it in his eyes that he was a few sips away from blacking out, you didn't know if he really meant the words he said but it made your stomach do flips regardless.

“So you do pay attention to them?” You nudged his shoulder and you felt him shuffle to stay upright, “where would we go then?”

He put the cigarette between his lips again, “wherever you want,” he shrugged. “Just get me out of these fuck ass cities, ‘too much noise, and too many people.” You watched the smoke flow with every word, but there's a hidden sincerity in them that strikes a cord. He always hated the city, and talked about how much happier he'd be in the middle of no one, with no one to bother him. Always with you, and always when he was drunk.

“Got it, no cities.” You took the cigarette again, plucked from his lips as he shot you a glare. “You're pretty fucked up, y'know?”

“Says who?”

“Says me. You turn into a sap when you're drunk.”

He said nothing in return but leaned into you after a moment, pressed himself behind you and let out a chuckle. He's warm against you, his skin scorching hot from liquor, and his breath tickled your neck. You wanted to say it was unexpected, that you tensed up; but you relaxed into him and leaned back - like you always do.

You gave the cigarette back to him, almost burnt down to the butt, and he ashed it before putting it to his lips once more. “You wanna’ come over tonight?” The question is asked to you in almost a whisper, smoke hitting your ear and making you shiver.

“Just so I can take care of you in the morning? Hard pass,” you teased. You heard him grumble. “If you want me to, sure.” Your relationship with the blonde wasn't linear, having an eb and flow like waves as he came and went from your hometown. But it was simple with Stanley, a companionship that was easy, something that made your heart swell with every fleeting touch.

You took the bottle of whiskey from his hand and took a sip, he watched as you grimaced at the taste before handing it back to him. “Only if you want,” you felt him hum, “but I'll watch those shitty romcoms with you if you do.” You agreed, like you always do, and you felt his arms wrap around your sides. But once more, he lifted the bottle to his lips and sipped, and let out a laugh afterward. “You weren't wrong y'know? About the leash.”

“What?”

“You gotta’ fucking catch me if you wanna’ come over.”

@megapteraurelia @tiredafbruh @shortcakebaby @tsukisangel @knightofwands-upright

#AWWW #dr stone

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secretloops · 2 months ago

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Dr stone xeno x fem reader. Maybe they are dating or something and one day she just has a panic attack out of nowhere and he comforts her or something equivalent to that.

I love your works!!!

Honestly imma read this anytime I have a panic attack myself (also I made Xeno a bit unhinged about us so I hope u don't mind)

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Comforting Hands

Xeno Wingfield x Fem!Reader

Description: When it becomes too much one day, you break down in your lover's lab, and he offers comfort to you in the best way he can.

Warnings: Dacryphilia (From Xeno's end), slightly unhinged Xeno at the sight of you being upset, not feeling right in your own body, crying and panic attacks.

A/N: I think Xeno doesn't always have the most sane reactions to emotions, especially from the people he loves. Also, don't read this. If you have to tender a heart, please read one of my sillier stories instead to feel better and take care of yourself <3

Words: 526

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You got up and walked out of the meeting room. Your mind went blank, and you wandered the halls, letting your body do as it pleased. These weren't your hands; they didn't have cracks in them. This wasn't your hair; your hair wasn't this tangled. These weren't your clothes; your clothes came from a store right by your house. This wasn't your home; it wasn't grey and made of metal. Those aren't your shoes; you liked wearing Converse. You stopped and looked at your reflection in a gleaming metal wall; this wasn't your face; it didn't have black cracks along your face. You're not wearing your favorite bag; it's gone. You don't have your favorite shoes; they're gone. You don't have your favorite jacket; it's gone. Everything from your life is gone; it's like you are a different person. You focused a bit and noticed that you stopped at a familiar place; you opened the door, and before reaching his desk, you collapsed along the wall and wailed to no one. You cry your heart out and curl up on the ground, trying to find comfort in yourself. You pull at your clothes and try to scratch the ground; a gloved hand stops you and grabs both hands.

Through tears, you make out Xeno's face. You stop moving, and your crying slows a bit as he watches you, straight-faced but still holding you tightly. Eventually, he wraps you in his arms, and you can't help but start crying again. He hushes and rocks you gently as you cry, petting your hair and whispering comforting words. His grip on you tightens as you sob. He can feel his heart in his throat, and his hands get warmer as they hold you. He has your face in his hands and kisses the tears on your cheeks and the unshed ones from your eyes. You giggle at the fleeting sensation of his soft lips on your skin; when you calm down and relax your breathing, he watches you with a neutral face.

"What happened?" He asks, and you look away from him, finding the entire thing silly now that you got everything out of your system; he notices and grasps your hands, making you look up at him again as he speaks.

"I will rid anyone who dares to bring harm to you." You shake a bit as he tells you that, then curl up on his lap and nod; you end up sharing your day and what caused you to get so distressed; he listens and hums along to let you know he is listening. He makes a mental note to have Stanley remind everyone why they're in charge, and if they don't decide to listen well, he could constantly you a new lab experiment for when he's bored, or maybe a live target for Stanley to practice on.

"I love you, Xe." You tell him while resting your chin on his chest and watching his face; large black gems look right back at you and show the emotion he only shares with you and one other. Undying love.

"As do I."

'More than you will ever realize.'

#this ones for the dysphoria havers!!! (me)

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secretloops · 3 months ago

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How They Celebrate Your Birthday

x gn!reader (with my favs because it's my birthday and I can do whatever I want)

Warning: some NSFW

Senku

Pretends he doesn't even know it's your birthday

"Oh, really? Guess I forgot."

An absolute lie

Feels a little bad when you get sad, but knows he's going to make it up to you soon enough

Keeps you busy all day with work

Pulls you aside during the little party the rest of the KoS threw for you and dumps the gift he made for you in your hands super nonchalantly

Opens his arms and lets you hug him and kiss all over his face in your excitement

(You find out later via Gen that Senku planned everything, party and all)

Xeno

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed (I will take no criticism)

Prepared at least three gifts for you to open at specific times throughout the day

Spends all day with you

Spoils the fuck out of you all day (as if he didn't do that already)

Makes sure everyone knows it's your birthday and that you are to be celebrated (will 100% make sure Stanley enforces it if he has to)

Dinner is a private affair

With some super hot birthday sex right after

Will be the first and last person to wish you a happy birthday

Stanley

Wakes you up a minute after midnight so that he can be the first person to wish you a happy birthday

You are not allowed to do anything at all

"Sit down, it's your fuckin' birthday. I'll do it."

He also already spoils you, but it gets so much worse (if you two are in a throuple with Xeno, you're cooked. May as well just accept your fate to become the worlds most spoiled brat)

Likes to hoard your time on your special day and lowkey gets huffy if you have plans with other people

Absolutely the type to plan a surprise party (I continue to take no criticism)

Birthday sex at multiple times of the day

Kisses you exactly the same number of times as years old you are (spread throughout the day)

#raises my hand. i would like to become the worlds most spoiled brat by these two #who said that.

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secretloops · 4 months ago

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how to carry asagiri gen ft. The wise generals

#dr stone

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secretloops · 4 months ago

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writer's block is the worst because you'll be like oooogghh I love typing on my computer machine .... but what to type.....

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secretloops · 4 months ago

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the night air was cold—biting, seeping through the layers of your clothing. if not for the fire burning steadily before you, crackling and spitting embers into the dark, you were sure you’d have long perished to the frigid temperatures. of course, you were just being dramatic, but who could blame you? the chill was relentless, clinging to your skin, creeping its way into your bones despite the flickering warmth just a few feet away. what you would give to be peacefully resting in your bed back at the base. (you’d give anything).

yet, nothing ever seemed to go your way. not when xeno had casually informed you of your impromptu trip to collect data on the group—boat? colony? whatever they were—that had decided to take refuge on your lands.

with a quiet sigh, you tore your gaze away from the dancing flames, their golden glow casting fleeting shadows across the ground, and instead, let your eyes settle on something—or rather, someone—far more captivating.

stanley.

the glow of the fire painted him in hues of amber and burnt orange, accentuating the sharp cut of his jaw, emphasizing the intensity of his amber eyes, the way they seemed to gaze into your very soul. you peer down to his lips, the faintest smirk seemed to permanently linger at their edge. a cigarette burned between his fingers, the glowing ember pulsing each time he took a slow, measured drag. the smoke curled around him like a specter, twisting into the cold air before vanishing into the dark.

there was something almost hypnotic about the way he moved—deliberate, calculated, never a motion wasted. even in something as simple as smoking, there was precision, an ease that came with routine. his golden eyes, always sharp, flicked toward you, catching you in the act of watching him.

the smirk on his face deepened. “see something you like?” he drawled, voice low, almost seductive.

you groan, rolling your eyes, feigning disinterest. you tear your gaze away to look at the vast forest where you both have set up camp, trying to distract yourself. his amusement was palpable, something knowing glinting in his gaze as he took another slow inhale of his cigarette, the ember burning hot against the dark.

with a lazy exhale, he let the smoke slip past his lips in a slow, curling stream. you caught it out of the corner of your eye, doing your best not to make it obvious that you were staring again.

“wanna try something?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

you quirked a brow. “depends.”

“breathe in,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

you hesitated for a second, your eyes locking with his. you wanted to say something, to dignify his question with a response, but your brain was so scattered, your thoughts clouded by the warmth of his touch, that you couldn’t seem to think straight. so with no other choice, you nod wordlessly.

then, without warning, he exhaled—warm, slow, the smoke slipping past his lips and into yours, invading your lungs with the intoxicating mix of nicotine and something unmistakably him. your heart stuttered, the heat of his breath chasing away the biting cold you were feeling just minutes prior as you inhaled, letting the sensation settle deep before slowly releasing it into the space between you.

stanley leaned back just slightly, his amber eyes studying you through half-lidded lashes, smirking. “not bad,” he muttered, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth. the ember flared again as he took another drag, watching you over the rim of his fingers. “think you can handle another?”

you swallowed, trying to steady your racing heartbeat. it was a challenge. a tease.

and damn it, you were tempted to say yes.

but before you could respond, stanley moved in again, his hand still beneath your chin, pulling you closer, just enough that your lips brushed against his—soft and fleeting. the taste of smoke clung to him, the heat of his kiss stealing the air from your lungs. the world around you seemed to vanish for a moment, and you knew that you were completely, irrevocably consumed by him. when he finally pulled back, there was no teasing glint in his eyes—only an intense, searching look.

he didn’t say anything. and neither did you.

the night stretched on in a haze, the fire still flickering, the smoke drifting lazily into the air, and you both left in that unspoken tension, uncertain where the evening would go, but knowing that whatever happened next... neither of you were in a hurry to leave.

fuck my stupid baka life (reference for bae[ @lo1itado11 ], aka the one who got me to write this)

cooked this up QUICK, on nothing but a random "hey, i've never seen a stanley shotgunning fic" and a dream.

is this my formal introduction to the dr stone fandom? i like it here!

#STANLEY SHOTGUNNING MY WEAKNESSSS #dr stone

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secretloops · 4 months ago

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vanished — stanley s. SIDE B; part one

brief summary: darkish turn on this request (SIDE A)

what to expect: physical and verbal violence, underage drinking, underage smoking, mentions of stabbing, cliché-y teenage rebellion, stealing, minor reference to s.a

your sword's note: someone create a time machine and take me to see crystal castles pleaseeee, this ended up being kinda long and ill have to do a part 2 to space it out better. more on my mistresslist

During his junior year of high school, Stanley got a girlfriend. She was a popular girl that had asked him out and somewhat clueless he had accepted. He didn't find her pretty, even when he would hear that she was, he didn't find her interesting, he didn't even like her. What he liked was the attention, the occasional gifts and definetely mocking her with Xeno.

"On god I will beat that girl." She babbled whole putting makeup on the lunch table. "She pushed me with her shoulder in the hallway."

Stanley and Xeno looked at each other, holding a laughter. When she saw you carrying your tray of food and seating in a corner she whispered to her friends that it was you. They immediately encouraged her to get up and talk, so she did. While they rambled about whatever latest thing they thought was important, Xeno told Stanley that he had AP physics with you but had no idea what your name was because you had been at the school for about a week.

"Won't you do anything to stop her?" Xeno asked and Stanley shrugged, giving each other the look that meant they could explode laughing at any moment.

"Meet me in the field by the school after class bitch. If you don't come I will find you and end you."

No response. The cafeteria was silent listening to the threat.

The day went on as usual. Though Xeno was building a more complex gun and Stanley was helping him as usual, they stayed behind to watch, it was always funny to watch that girl get in trouble and mock her.

It was odd that you were already standing in the field after school. Her friends and the people that were watching stood around, and she walked towards the front.

"What the hell is your problem?" She asked, no response.

"Oh she is in my class." Some random student called, saying your name attached. Stanley turned around, it sounded familiar.

At your silence, she approaches you and slaps your face.

"You all saw that right?" You ask, she is confused, when you hear the 'yes' from the crowd, you continue speaking. "It wasn't me who started, so legally I am allowed to defend myself."

"Shut the fuck up." She pushed you. Nothing. When she reached for your hair you moved back, dodging her hands.

"What is she doing?" Xeno asked his friend, referring to you.

"She is waiting for a good hit so she can excuse hitting back." It took Stanley a good second to reply, his chest beating so fast that he felt a little dizzy. He was nervous, excited to watch.

Once the girl threw her fist at you, you let her hit you. And then it was on. A communal gasp when the smack of your knuckles against her face drowned the rest of the sounds in the field. Stanley observed agape, that was not a punch like his girlfriend gave in her kitty fights, it was a real punch that had thrown her to the ground.

"Get up." You asked, she touched her face offended and launched herself at your feet, but her tackle barely made you stumble and instead gained her a kick. Stanley made note of it again, not a kick to simply push her away, a kick like one he would have given in a fight. Once her friends realized that you were for real, they dragged her away.

"I hope you haven't forgotten my name, so you can look it up in the town's judiciary records, bitch."

You took your backpack and left.

"Let's go Stan, we have to look her up." Xeno pulled on his friend’s jacket but he was already walking towards his girlfriend, who was being tended by her equally idiotic friends.

"Look, I can't have my reputation tarnished, I have never lost in a fight and this makes me look back by association." The blonde said to the girl condescendinly. "It's better if we break up, you know?"

She screamed so loud you could hear it down the block; you paid it no mind. Stanley walked towards his friend and they got in the blonde’s car, driving to Xeno's house. They ate lunch and despite his previous excitement to keep building his latest gun, Xeno sat by the computer to look you up in the judiciary records website.

"Assault in first degree. Sentenced to one year in juvenile detention." Xeno read out loud. "What on earth..."

Stanley remembered then, a year before he had heard about a girl from school going to juvie.

The next day at school, he heard that the principal gave you detention, so he stood up in his algebra class and cussed out the teacher to get detention too, and he did. At the end of the day, he walked towards the classroom where detention was held and upon entering he saw you already sitting there. You were quiet, listening to music and drawing on a notebook.

"That's a cool drawing." He slid a note to your desk. You looked at him.

"Thank you." A concise response and you went back to the drawing.

"So what did you do?" He asks.

"You were there yesterday." You remind him and his heart drops, of course, how stupid. "Why are you talking to me?"

"Out of curiosity." He replied honestly seeing that the lying card had failed already.

The teacher then interrupted saying that she would be going to the bathroom for a second, and walked outside locking the door. As soon as she left, you got up, opened the window and threw your bag out.

“I have tried that, doesn’t work.” He pointed out, but you place your hands at the length of his shoulders and then at the length of yours, of course, your body was smaller and it had no problem slipping out through the small gap of the window. He sees that you don’t leave just yet, and a few seconds later the window opens on its entirety. Surprised he goes through the window and sees you holding a screwdriver. “Why do you carry a screwdriver to school?”

“How about you start minding your business?” You close the window and start walking.

He doesn’t know what method to use to approach you, but he keeps trying. He follows you with the excuse that he also happens to be going in that direction. When he sees you taking out a cigarette pack and taking one, he speaks again.

“You smoke too?” His question seems to get your attention. You nod, and as a common courtesy between smokers you give him a cigarette too. “Damn these are expensive.”

“Nothing is expensive when you get it for free.” You pat his back and pass him the lighter. His eyes dance around your bruised hands.

And he thought he was the biggest delinquent around; at least he had the decency of buying his vice. You keep walking and he keeps following you, the weather remains gloomy and hopeless.

“Xeno said you have AP physics. How?” Stanley says trying to have a conversation; you seem to not know who he is referring to for quite some time until it clicks in your head.

“Oh, yes, the one you’re always with.” You point out, he lets out a laughter. “Why would you assume that I can’t be in AP physics with your twink boyfriend? Do you happen to be stupid? Only the brilliant know the tight relationship between intelligence and rebellion.”

“I assumed you were more similar to me than to him, but maybe it’s a middle ground.” He says ignoring the banter around his dubious friendship with Xeno and you huff surprised. "So why are you on the town's judiciary records."

"Oh that actually was a reach." You say exhaling the smoke. "But I am assuming you looked it up."

"Assault on first degree and one year of juvie is a reach?" He laughed incredulous.

"It is nothing serious, once I tell the story it will loose power." You say stopping in the middle of the street. "So?"

"So?" He repeats not understanding.

"So where do we sit?" You ask and he smiles. He asks if the diner close by is fine and you nod. By the time you get to the diner, both of your cigarettes are done. For some mysterious reason Stanley is happy you obliged into talking with him. You two sit in a both, facing each other, the waiter asks if you want anything, Stanley gets coffee and you ask for tea.

"I detest coffee." You say almost as a punctuation to his sentence, the waiter smiles awkwardly not knowing what to say and leaves. "Before I start, you will have to reciprocate my sharing."

"I'll tell you my social security number if you want." He says. "You can write it down."

"Okay, I'll start." You laugh. "I live in a two story house. On the first floor there lived a couple of heroine addicts my grandma rents to. 5 years ago they had a daughter. Since they are ass, I have taken care of her as if she is my own blood. Last year, I couldn't pick her up from daycare one day, so her mother did. When I got home, she was in my room in the second floor, she was fidgety, so I asked her what was up. She didn't say anything so I went downstairs and asked her fucked up mom and she said that her dealer had briefly touched the kid. So I naturally beat the shit out of the woman, and unfortunately I am not the best at managing my emotions so I took her phone and called him back, I took one of the knives from her kitchen and stood by the porch waiting. When he saw me he started walking away but I chased him down and well ended up slashing his face and stabbing him around. The neighbors called the police and well, I got lucky the judge was a woman and the jurors pleaded in my case, so I didn't get charged with aggravated assault —that would have gotten me into real jail—, and they only gave me a year. So before they took me away I begged my grandma to take my little bird in and she did, after what went down, her parents got big time jail for a bunch of things and the kid had nowhere to go so well. It is not like I am going to do that to some high school cunt for slapping me but might as well mention it just in case."

"That's a lot..." After a while he said. "Is she okay?"

"She is okay." You nodded.

"Did you have a hard time in juvie?" He asked and you shook your head immediately.

"Not really, most people there loved children and respected what I did, the low rest didn't care because I mind my business; I define minding my business as not getting into uncalled shit until it concerns me." You shrugged receiving the tea and he laughed, understanding what you meant to say, unless someone crossed you, you had no reason to get them back. "So what do you have to share, sissy boy?"

"Do you not know my name?" Stanley asked, jokingly offended. You shook your head.

"Is there a reason why I should know it? Have you done some crazy big thing?" You asked defiant and he stayed quiet.

"I haven't done anything crazy big." He repeated your words. "Just petty stuff."

You shrugged telling him that it didn't matter. For the rest of the afternoon you talked about pointless stuff while drinking each your own beverage.

"Next week, let's sneak into the Crystal Castles concert in Houston." When it gets dark and you part on your separate ways, you tell him. He doesn't know what Crystal Castles is but he agrees immediately. He has to walk back home since he left his car at school, he sighs but he doesn't care as much when he thinks again of you, a spectacle of magic in the void of suburban town hell.

The next day at school during lunch, Stanley drags Xeno along to sit beside you. His now ex girlfriend is fuming at the sight but none of you care, for starters neither Stanley or Xeno would take her seriously before and she wouldn't even dare think about humiliating herself again in a fight with you. After some conversation between the three of you, you learn that they are in fact not dating (shocker) and that Stanley actually used to date the fight girl, you ask if Xeno is also crazy and when both of them shrug kind of nodding, you tell him to tag along for the concert. The week passes by and the following Monday, the three of you skip class and go to Houston. Stanley is driving when suddenly his car breaks down and even though he gets off to figure out what is going on, he doesn't know what is happening.

"Why do you carry a screwdriver? They said." You shake your head getting off the car and seeing the motor. In a few minutes you fix the problem.

"Do you belong to the category of tomboy girls that have a liking for cars?" Xeno asks.

"No, I like mechanics but not in the 'I am one of the boys because I know about cars' way but in the 'I am going to study engineering and Lock Heed Martin might recruit me to build missiles' way."

They both laugh and suddenly confess their borderline criminal record on building full on weapons (borderline only because they have not been caught yet). You praise them. Eventually you arrive at Houston, Stanley parks some streets down and you walk to the venue.

"We are here to clean the bathrooms." You say at the back entrance where only the staff works and they nod.

"Is it really that easy?" Stanley asks once they let you walk in.

"I guess."

Xeno had no idea what kind of music that was, and Stanley had only listened to the first songs he found when he looked them up, but regardless they enjoy the concert so much that they suggested driving all the way to Dallas to sneak into the concert next day.

"Actually?" You asked.

"I don't care." They both replied. Instead of driving home, Stanley gets on the road to Dallas and decides to park over at some random store's parking lot in the middle of nowhere. You and Stanley get off the car to take a smoke while Xeno complains inside about the dangers of nicotine.

"I like the name Stanley." You say tapping the cigarette so the ash falls off. "It suits you."

"What the hell does that mean?" He laughs, but eventually thanks you not knowing what you were talking about.

You spend the night in the car, playing cards in the backseat and talking about nothing in concrete. You don't realize the moment in which you fell asleep but you do realize when Stanley shakes you to wake up.

"Woah calm down..." He says when you hit him with the screwdriver.

"This is also a weapon." Once you are awake you say putting the screwdriver down.

The drive to Dallas doesn't take more than 4 hours, so once you arrive you eat breakfast at some restaurant and spend the day at the mall you found on the way to the venue. Again, miraculously the three of you manage to sneak into the concert, and now since Alice seems to recognize you from the previous night she throws a shirt at you. Just as the last night, you jump along the crowd and they have no other option than to follow along, and the flashing lights go so fast at some points that you have to close your eyes for some seconds and your eyelids are full of colors, and whatever it is that someone is trying to tell the others is impossible to hear with the loud music that resonates down to the chest with the bass so high.

Once the concert is over you walk back to the car, stopping at a convenience store where Stanley grabs an energy drink while you basically peer pressure Xeno into walking around with a six pack of Smirnoff.

"Okay at count of three we run... Three!" You whisper to them and bolt out of the store, they are left confused for a second but have no other choice than running out and following you.

"Where is the car?" Xeno yells out of breath after you have done a lap around the block trying to find an escape from the angry clergyman that was running behind you.

"It is in the other fucking block..."

Crossing the street you all almost get run over and barely make it to the car.

For a minute or so you simply sit in silence looking at each other.

"That was the most fun I have had besides building a functional gun..." Xeno sighs happily while you rest your forehead against the window trying to catch your breath.

"No drinks for the designated driver, get your licenses god damnit..." Stanley sighs sadly while opening his can looking through the rear view mirror how you open two bottles and drink with Xeno.

After another 4 tortuous hours of driving back to Houston and some 45 minutes of driving to your fuckass town, with the music blasting and having to handle drunk you and equally drunk Xeno, Stanley parks in front of his friend's house to drop him off.

"Actually my parents are on a business trip... let's have a crazy party, yeah...!" Xeno laughs.

"Yeah, an amazing party, let's go, get everything ready..." You grab him and go inside his house. "Put some whatever around here and music and all..."

Stanley follows you two and simply stands idle while watching you two plummet to the sofa and fall asleep (or in a coma? god forbid). He sighs now feeling the effects of the energy drink wear off and the results of two sleepless nights of insane exertion catching up to him; he picks up Xeno and puts him in his parent's bed and then comes back for you and put you in Xeno's bed. He lays on the sofa and doesn't even realize when he falls asleep.

"We have to go to school!" Xeno's scream wakes you and Stanley up.

"Seriously? Who the fuck cares about school? Do you not have a massive headache?" You ask getting up not even wondering how you got there.

"It is already 7:50, we have ten minutes to get there..."

And so, the three of you end up at school and have possibly the worst day of school ever. Regardless, the three of you agree to meet after school to continue building whatever Xeno has on mind.

"I have to go to the bingo, take care of your little birdie." Your grandma passes by the school with the little girl, imitating you when saying her nickname.

Xeno and Stanley look at each other then at you, then at her.

"I missed you!" The little girl runs towards your legs and hugs you.

"Little birdie..." You sigh still tired but picking her up despite being exhausted. "These are my friends, Stan and Xeno, and you two, this is Angelica."

She greets shyly.

"I am six." She puts up her hands and they both nod with a smile.

You all walk to Xeno's house. Angelica narrates her day at elementary school in your arms and both guys chat with her. Once home, the three of you sit wondering what to do, not wanting to build a literal gun in front of the kid. You end up deciding to watch a movie.

"I have a doll in my bag." The kid points out. "We are not supposed to take toys to school but I would miss her."

"Hey, don't say it to everyone, what if the school finds out and takes her away?" You tell her and she shrugs.

"Well I will fight whoever tries to take my doll away."

Again Xeno and Stanley look at each other, no wonder who was raising little birdie and no wonder how she was talking. You end up watching some animated movie of her choice, they don't complain and once the movie is done they listen to her talks and agree with whatever she has to say.

You are happy, it seems now that you have good friends and over all, she is happy too.

#OH MY GOD??????

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secretloops · 4 months ago

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hiii if its not too much work could I request what’s it like to be high school sweethearts with stanley?

Also side note I LOVE your writing sm especially since there is barely any one that writes for dr stone now these days 😔

highschool lover — stanley s. SIDE A

what to expect: suggestive, so cuteee

your sword's note: thankyu for the request dear anon! i actually have two posts for this request, i will link it here so check it out too (SIDE B). more on my mistresslist

i have two ideas, either you are a goody two shoes or sheer evil, but for this one lets go with the angel on earth, i will do the menace on the side B

you have english together, he hates the teacher but always sees you participating and it kinda pisses him off but he lets it slide because you are so beautiful that he can't even skip the class because he needs to see you there

the teacher asks you to tutor him, so after school you go to your house and you sit in the dining table with the book assigned for class. you sit reading out loud the first part, then you stop and talk with him about it, initially he doesn't get the symbolism or the metaphors, and he is ready to feel embarrassed and stupid, but you help him right away. he feels his heart skip a beat at the tenderness of your voice, he has never been treated so softly

every day after school, you hang out. you tell him that you love books. he can't talk about books with you, so he asks what your favorite is and at your house you lend it to him

once he is home, he opens it. there is a pressed flower in between, and the paper smells like you, page after page he sees annotations on the text with your beautiful script. he reads the book in one sitting.

"i finished the book dolly, let's talk about it." he asks. he loved the book, it changed his whole perception of things. in recess, you sit together and you discuss the book

his grades in english class improve so much that he doesn't need you to tutor him anymore. you catch him purposefully messing up the response of his homework just so he has an excuse to spend time with you. "stan you know the right answers." you tilt your head and so he erases the wrongdoings and writes the correct ones

he is constantly telling xeno about you. he asks stanley if he likes you and he can't even lie. "no, i don't like her, i am in love with her."

one afternoon while you both read in your house, he asks hesitantly. "dolly, this might be odd, but i would like to take you on a date." you agree so fast that it actually makes him laugh

he takes you on a picnic and then to a drive-through movie theater. initially he doesn't know how to act but you remain kind and understanding as always that he simply acts like usual

by the end of the date, when he drives you back to your house, he opens the door for you and walks you to your doorstep, and you give him a kiss on the lips

the next day, he comes by your house. when you hear the doorbell you open the door and find him with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates. you hug him and let him in. despite his meh handwriting, he gives you a letter. since i met you, my life has become like a dream, my poor vocabulary can't even express it, so i will read all the books i have to until i can tell you. xeno helped him redact that. he is not easily vulnerable, but given the type of person he fell in love with, he feels it is only just. if he has to learn, no problem, he can do it.

"be my girlfriend dolly." he asks playing with your hair, you nod immediately and hug him

he is late to all his classes because he insists on carrying your bag for you and dropping you off to every class

you introduce him to your parents on your first month together, and even years later, having been in the military and in special missions that are real danger, he has never been as scared

he has kissed before, but not like he kisses you. of course later on you two star experimenting and kissing gets heated, but on the regular your kisses are tender and full of love, and he is addicted to them

he heard a girl call you a nerd once in the hallway, but since he couldn't beat her up, he put a rat in her locker

stanley introduces you to xeno and he approves of you👍🏻

he thinks you are an innocent sweet pea but while looking through the collection of books in your room he finds the most down bad novellas, he is shocked

people are always saying "no wayyy" to him when he says that you are his girlfriend, what cliche is going on here!?

all the teachers keep joking that you are going to finally fix him. "there is nothing to fix, he is perfect like this, be more respectful." you say. he doesn't know if to laugh at them or cry at your sweet words

he takes you to alongside him to his hangout with xeno at the paintball arena. he teaches you how to shoot the gun and you seem clueless at first but end up winning. it seems feasible defeating xeno, but even before training stanley was already good at guns

he would never attend school dances, but after he started dating you he does, not only because you thought it might be cute but because he wants to show you off and laugh in the faces of his enemies (whatever that means)

he is oddly shy to get handsy at first, even knowing what you would be reading, but after a particularly heated make out session you pull his hands towards your body and he can't help but give in

"are you sure in the car is fine dolly? wouldn't you want something more romantic?" he pants holding your waist in the backseat of his car. "who ever said that?" you play with the hem of his shirt. nonetheless it was on. clothes removed and bruises on his neck, he had imagined that your first time together would be different, but it is just fine to have you ride him in his car. looks like one can learn a lot from reading —stanley's thoughts—

you are king and queen of prom hell yeah !

better believe you guys are lasting forevah

when stanley goes to training it hits you very hard. you send him so many letters that everyone is jealous

in the class reunion, god knows how many years after, people are gossiping about the highschool days. when they see you walking together they sigh, "of fucking course"

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secretloops · 4 months ago

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the situation is still out of control

#im so sorry

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And If You Think I’m In Love With You

Senku x Reader

Summary: You heard a rather interesting rumor. A rumor that when you confront Senku, has him analyzing his interactions with you.

WC: 1369

A/N: This fic was inspired by the song. Enamorado Tuyo by El Cuarteto de Nos. The lyrics are a bit contradicting so it can get confusing! But it conveys the message of being in denial of love! Downplaying feelings. I incoporated some lyrics of the song into the fic :)

“I heard an interesting theory today,” Your voice, briefly pulling Senku’s attention away from a research article.

“Theory?” He pushed back against his chair and turned to look at you, his brow raised in a questioning manner. Looking at you over his shoulder, you laid sprawled on his bed as you messed with a rubix cube.

“Theory…. rumor, same thing.” You reasoned, drawing out your words and shrugging your shoulders. Senku rolled his eyes, not entirely amused you broke his concentration for something he would consider trivial.

“They are not the same. Theories are explanations for phenomenon, made through logical reasoning and thinking.” Senku explained, his back to you once again, “Rumors can be true or false, made up…usually not backed by logical reasoning.”

“Whatever Dr. Know-it-all” you mumbled under your breath. By now you’re sitting on the edge of his bed, you glance at Senku’s form. You hesitate. Wondering if now a good time is to challenge the dynamics between the two of you. You almost regretted bringing up what you’ve heard.

“Well, I usually don’t pay attention to rumors,” you said quietly, yet Senku still heard you. Even snickering at your words and you responded with a playful glare. “But this one got my attention,” you walked to where Senku was sitting and placed your hands on his shoulders. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. You leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear, teasingly, “I heard you have feelings for me…”

Senku’s eyes jolted open. His relaxed demeanor now stiffened under your touch. A light blush graces his face, burning the tips of ears. “Where the hell did that crazy ass rumor come from!?”

“The grape vine…” you pulled back.

“And how did this grapevine come to this theory?” he asked. Curious as to know what others saw between the two of you. Is there something that he is missing?

“Oh man where to begin!” you exclaimed dramatically, launching yourself onto his bed once again. “They gave so many examples! For starters your lock screen…. they said your clingy…” you snickered. You continue to state a few other reasons, and for every reason Senku began to analyze. Deep in thought, your voice began to fade, not catching your own question at the end.

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“Pleaseeeee Senkuuuuu!” you whined as you dragged him closer to the telescope. “Look at the lighting, it’s perfect! Just one photo please!”

“One photo.” Senku sighed. You let out a gasp, letting go of his arm and quickly ran to the front of the large telescope. Senku snickered at your excitement, pulling out his phone, getting ready to take the one photo.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, looking over yourselves. Senku walked closer to you, eyeing you up and down.

“You have something right there…” he muttered as he pointed at your shirt, you looked down just to have his finger flick your chin. “Kidding….” He cackled as you pouted that you had fallen for one of his lame tricks.

“Stop messing around, you said I only get one photo”, you swatted his arm to get him to stop laughing. Senku moved further back, positioning his camera.

“3…2…1.”

He took the picture and examined it. You were standing in front of the large telescope, the ceiling of the observatory showcased the night sky, the moonlight landing on you. He had to agree, the lighting was good. The way the moonlight hit your figure, you were practically glowing. You looked like a goddess… angel…He didn’t hear you approaching, too mesmerized by the photo he had taken of you. He didn’t have time to stop you from swiping his phone.

“Hey!”

“Relax, I just wanted to see how good I look.” He watched as you zoomed in and out of the screen, and then you were clicking buttons. “And BAM! Now you have me as your lockscreen. Just don’t go around and telling people that we’re dating.” You snickered as you handed him back his phone. You begin to walk away from him, going to the next spot in your exploration of the observatory. Leaving Senku to check his lockscreen and sure enough, your face was smiling back at him.

Not like it means anything he reasons with himself

I almost rarely see your photo on my phone

Even though the photo was his lockscreen, it’s not like he pays much attention to the photo. It’s not like he examines your photo every time he unlocks his phone. Maybe for like 5 seconds, rarely does he examine it for more than 10 seconds. It’s not like every time he checks for the time, he’s smiling back at your smile. It’s not his fault your smile is contagious. Weeks after the photo was taken, when confronted why he hasn’t changed it, “I only keep your photo on my phone because I don’t have the time to delete it. Too many buttons to click…”

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Clingy? It’s not like I’m desperate to have you by my side…

All the time you keep him company while Byakuya is away, all the hours you spend with him huddled in his room. In Senku’s mind, sure he’s the one that invites you, even luring you with food and sweets, but you’re the one that accepts his invitation. You’re the one that clings to him.

Once again, you found yourself helping Senku with his research paper. Lured in with the promise of some chocolates. You sat at one end of his desk, reviewing his work, scanning for any grammatical errors, sipping coffee as you do so. Senku on the other hand is yet again planning another experiment. A loud yawn escaped you, catching Senku’s attention.

“Tired?” Senku commented. You glanced at the time on your phone, you stretched your arms, purposely invading into Senku’s area.

“How can I not be? You’re overworking me! Not to mention you forgot my chocolates.” You complained, you closed your laptop as you began to collect your stuff. “Anyways, it’s late. I got to get going…” you looked out his window, the sun had set a long time ago.

“Stay the night. It’s too late for you to be out anyways…” Senku got up from his seat and stood beside you, acknowledging the night sky.

“Why not walk me home?” you asked, already knowing his answer.

“Too much work…There should be an extra toothbrush in the restroom” Senku rubbed at the back of neck, thinking of what else you might need for the night. “Do you need pajamas?”

“If I knew better, I would think you wanted me to stay…” you teased, slightly leaning into his shoulder. Senku laughed at your comment.

“Ohhh sureee yeah,” Senku sarcastically agreed, “Part of my plan to get you into bed.”

“Perv”

And when I am, desperate to have you by my side…

Even though he had no plans to share a bed with you, that’s how the night ended. You lay beside him, wearing his old clothes. Your back pressed against him. He did a lot of explaining when Byakuya arrived home to surprise him, surprised to see Senku sleeping with you, his arms embracing your form.

…That doesn’t mean it has a deeper meaning…

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Senku wasn’t sure how long he was analyzing these reasons. He wasn’t sure why he was analyzing them like it was something he was supposed to rationalize, something he was supposed to counter. Clearly this was a rumor. Something made up. Something that both of you two shouldn’t acknowledge. If you’ve given him a day, he could write out all the reasons why this theory can be disproved, but you didn’t. You spoke again, trying to get his attention. You repeated your question. The same question that was lost to Senku’s ear when he began to get lost in thought.

“So, do you?” you ask again. Waiting in silence for what felt like eternity. Watching as the gears turn in Senku’s head. Dying to know if the rumors are just rumors. If there’s truth to what’ve heard. You watched him, your eyes almost pleading. “Do you have feelings for me…”

And if you think I’m in love with you, please don’t make a fuss

“It’s just a rumor…”

I think…

#GOOD FOOD !!!#dr stone

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