Now That I'm More Awake And Have Had Time To Process This Horrific Thought, Let Me Try To Elaborate What

After finishing my most recent rewatch of Dr. STONE finally, I have so many thoughts and headcanons and ideas for little oneshot x reader stories, all on top of To the Moon and Back and including what I've been yapping about the past several days, and I'm this close to making it everyone else's problem.

The Snyder Siblings: A History in Complication

I felt like doing some Stanley and OC stuff between the requests in my queue and inbox

(this only has to do with the lore within To the Moon and Back and nothing else I've written for Dr STONE)

To start,

Stanley Snyder loves his sister. She is the light of his existence, and he would tear the world asunder for her.

Now, with that out of the way

Stanley and Odie's relationship is broken. It's cracked, and parts of it are shattered nearly beyond repair. If the world hadn't turned to stone when it did, they probably would never speak, or interact in any way at all, without Xeno as a mediator or messenger.

Because Odie is angry, and Stanley is avoidant.

He doesn't want to think about how he's failed her. He doesn't want to think about how all he really had to do after leaving for the military was write a letter, or make an occasional phone call. He doesn't want to think about how he left Odie sobbing while she was eight years old and begging him not to leave her behind.

Because if he thinks about it, he regrets it. And regret means confronting the fact that he's a failure.

Stanley cannot be a failure.

So he avoids everything. He turns away, letting the wounds he left fester and become infected. He dumps the responsibility of caring for Odie on Xeno (who's relationship with her is a different post altogether), and runs.

And contrary to what he believes, Odie understands. It takes a few years, but she eventually gets it. He wanted out of an abusive and neglectful household, and he couldn't take her with him.

But that doesn't excuse his own neglect of her, or fix the damage he's caused. The only thing that can do that, is Stanley himself who, as stated above, is too scared to.

So Odie is left to feel resentful, and that resentment twists into vicious, spiteful anger the more time passes.

She idolized him. He was everything to her. And he turned around and left her to rot.

But when given the choice between leaving her a statue, and trying to wake her up, we know the choice Stanley made. Above everyone else that could have been more useful to them, he chose his sister.

With that choice, comes the responsibility of change. It's the one thing Xeno makes him swear to do. To change. To be better, because Odie deserved that much at least.

But the burden of change isn't just on Stanley.

Odie has to change too. She has to learn to let go, to forgive the words and actions of her brother, who isn't the same kid he was when he left. She has to pay attention, to stop pretending that she doesn't see what he's trying to do. She has to let herself be open with the person who hurt her the most, and trust that he's not going to do it again. And that's much more terrifying than staring down the barrel of his rifle and daring him to pull the trigger.

Texts between Senku Ishigami and Odie Snyder [sent 5.07.2018 between 2:07 and 2:15 AM California time]

To the Moon and Back, out now on ao3

-Hey Sen, you busy rn?

-Thought you went to bed early tonight.

-I tried, but I can’t sleep.

-Never had that problem

-Yeah yeah yeah I know.

-Ever tried counting sheep?

-No I simply lay here and suffer

-Sounds like you

-Call me.

-One sec

[The log shows a phone call lasting 3 hours and 48 minutes]

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.”

A little piece of my oc meeting Izuku for the first time.

"What the fuck?" Her body jerks to a stop, eyes narrowing. "Gods in the sky, you're a child."

Izuku startles a little, blinking at the woman he was so certain was a villain. Slowly, her face morphs from annoyed to a genuine concern. She looks worried for him.

"Are you alright?" She steps closer, heedless of how he stiffens in response, prepared for her to attack when his guard is down. Instead, his face is taken between two soft, chilled hands, his head tilted back and forth as she inspects for damage.

"Wh-wha-"

Her hands move from his face to his shoulders, stepping back once to scan the rest of his body, eyes pausing briefly at every bruise or singed piece of fabric. The longer she looks, the more lines seem to appear on her face as her concern grows.

Then, slowly, anger fills her face as she finally realizes just what's going on, her grip on her shoulders near bruising, nails digging through his hero costume like flimsy paper.

"You shouldn't be in a place like this," She says, voice tight. "Who let you do this?"

"I-" "Who let you come out here and get hurt?!"

Izuku jumps, goosebumps covering his flesh at the anger and protectiveness in her voice. She must notice how his eyes widen, how he shrinks back the slightest bit, and her grip loosens, the concern washing back over her face.

"Oh, no, I'm not upset with you," She coos at him, much softer now. Her hands smooth over his shoulders, rubbing away the stinging pain from how tightly she'd held him.

She looks like his mom, he thinks. Despite the fact that she's clearly younger, the way her lips are turned downward, eyebrows pinched together, voice and touch much more gentle than before, all of it feels so painfully motherly. It felt like when he visited home. All that was missing was the teary hug and the pleas to be safer. Though, something tells him if he asked for it, she'd pull him in and pet his hair and tell him that everything was alright. It has his throat closing up, his heart clenching hard in his chest. Great, now he wanted to cry.

"How badly are you hurt?" She asks.

"I'm okay," He mumbles. It was an odd feeling, having a villain parent him like this.

"Good. Come with me, I'll take care of you."

He's not sure if it's her quirk, if he's curious, or if he's just that desperate for respite, but he follows her when she ushers him along. A part of him knows this is probably a really bad idea, that just moments ago he'd been fighting her as a hero. She could easily take advantage of his dropped guard and attack again. But, even still, he wanted to believe that she was being genuine. That the moment she'd realized he was student, she'd stopped because she truly was worried for him, and wanted to make sure he was alright.

It was confusing, his mind was a mess and the others were definitely going to yell at him later, but he still goes.

Rewatching MHA and remembering the Hawks x oc fic I started but never finished or posted.

"Write for yourself"

Brother, I literally have more than 2 million words sitting in my drafts folder instead of posted on AO3.

I write for myself. I post for community interaction.

Now that all those are done (for now, please send more I am begging-)

I can go back to writing horrible, awful angst for my Dr STONE oc and her big brother who's trying his hardest I swear Stanley really does care he's just bad at it-

All of the requests from yesterday/this morning should be finished and posted here soon!!

I have so much fun doing this stuff seriously I love it

This might be a bit weird so you can ignore this or use partially as an inspiration if something from this wall of text interests you to write.

My brain has been obsessed with Xeno and Stanley having a reader who is struggling with their inner balance of good & evil aka they are known as a person who wouldn't hurt even a fly and they truly want to help others and show mercy, even when that person is awful and done so bad things that they deserve the punishments and there is no redemption. Even then, the reader wants to stubbornly try their best to maintain optimistic visions of better world and that people can improve and be better if guided right and with gentle heart.

That is, until the reader is alone and there's no one around to see or hear, then they absolutely can breakdown and curse these people in the lowest hell possibly and would love to just get rid of these people themself in the most painful ways as they deserve with their own hands.

When ever these breakdowns happen the reader breaks something (or snaps out of that deep state of dark thoughts some other way), they would get scared themself, how awful things their mind contains and what they are ready to do if pushed enough in that direction. Most of all, they are afraid that if they don't have full control of themself they truly would fall on the dark side of life and entirely abandon their will to help anyone ever again.

The reader would hide this side of themself when around others, never gets caught of speaking ill about anyone and they maintain their "good person act" as long as possibly but lately it all has been cracking and it's just too much to bear and they are on a verge to do something stupidly bad that they would regred afterwards.

Xeno and Stanley could have seen hints that there's something different in the reader lately or they might have caught them in a bad time like in the middle of angry breakdown while the reader had thought they can be alone. Xeno/Stanley could reveal that they know now that the reader isn't just all smile and sunshine.

This is where my brain starts wonder is Xeno/Stanley would first just observe how long the reader can hold it together or they could also intervive before the reader starts majorly lose their hope for the good in this life.

I feel like Xeno could understand this as they were hold back by authorities and literally became dictator after his own fall when the society tried to supress his inventions.

Stanley on the other hand knows very well how it feels to do the dirty work and take out targets that are too dangerous to stay alive.

They could both help to stay on track or in "bad ending" they might be the ones that enable the reader to join the dark side.

This is where my brain stops working to connect the lines. I know this is a bit vague and strange but if this sparks an inspiration for short Xeno/Stanley/Reader fic, I would love to hear your take!

Wishing you that the day treats you well!

I have thoughts on this, and I hope I can get them across well.

Stanley would have them figured out immediately, and only because he's spent so much time with Xeno that he knows what someone desperately trying not to crash out looks like.

Xeno isn't blind either, and he's pretty quick on the uptake as well. Though he's significantly better at suppressing himself than they are, he knows just how hot someone's blood can run.

Neither of them would handle the situation in a healthy or helpful way at first, which would cause a lot of strain on everyone involved.

I'm definitely adding this to my fic list because you now have me equally as obsessed

Lillian Weinberg, I don't see much angst about her or the other astronaut. I see some of Byakuya but the angst potential in the others, so we know she roughly 25 or so. Say she met someone else who when she was a kid childhood lover and before leaving she made a promise to them they get married when she came back from space. But the petrification happen, they wake up during the American arc and is with Chelsea when the Senku group found them and found out about the Villar origin? The one person you wanted to see again is gone, and all you have is her descendants.

Pair this when she loved me from toy story :')

WOW OKAY I DIDN'T REALIZE THIS WAS BREAK RED'S HEART HOUR

Cause here's the thing right. It's not that she's gone. It's not even that she ended up loving another man after swearing to marry you when she got back from space.

It's that after 3700 years, she's still around.

You see it in Kohaku, when you meet her in America. Eventually, you see it in Ruri, and a few other villagers who share bits of her. You hear her voice on the record, and there are so many people who knew who she was that they can talk about her casually.

And it hurts

So badly

But what can you do about it? What's happened has happened, and there was no turning back the clock.

No second chance of loving her again.