"I can" - Stanley Snyder

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"I can" - Stanley Snyder
— loser!reader who knew their lover for one month but they’ve known him for eight before ever officially talking.
— there isnt a second that could go by without you not texting them. they just wouldn’t allow it. they’ll say “i miss him.” after not seeing each other for two hours or “i wish he’d text me.” after not responding one minute.
— but it wasn’t like you hated it. in fact, you were exactly where you wanted to be.
— loser!reader who had little to no friends so he was a bit skeptical when it came to becoming friends with their now lover.
— it wouldn’t be the first time you’d encounter an extrovert trying to integrate themselves into your life, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
— they had followed you on social media out of nowhere and began texting you as though you were friends so you rolled with it. friendships like this never lasted long, so why not entertain it for the few weeks it would last?
— except, it never ended. they were persistent but patient— eager but understanding. they were willing to go through whatever avoidant fit with you rather than leaving like the rest. so, you let them stay.
— loser!reader who wasn’t accustomed to being so close to someone ‘popular’. forced to tag along on whatever side quests with high social battery cost they had in plan.
— you’d follow them around like a dog as they went out with their friends, and no matter how much you wanted to leave and go back home they just wouldn’t let you.
— loser!reader who was now far too deep into the ‘friendship’ he thought wouldn’t last. there wasn’t a day that could go by without thinking of what they were doing or the next time he could see them.
— loser!reader who is now utterly dependent on this ‘friendship’.
— on the other hand, they thought you no longer had any interest in them, and chose what they believed would be better for you.
— even if it meant no longer being the one to have you by their side anymore, as long as you were happy they didn’t care.
“we’re over.” their voice was barely above a whisper, it was just loud enough for you to hear.
“no.” you frown, shaking your head dismissively. they blink. you blink.
“okay.” they nod, turning and walking away. little did you know, their lips were stretched into such a large grin it physically hurt. the muscles in their face were tensed so much to the point where it took hours for it to finally relax into their resting face, and even then they couldn’t stop smiling when they seen you.
you were theirs and they were yours.
— loser!reader who finally grew the balls to ask them out.. but they thought the two of them were already couple.
“can’t believe i have you all to myself.” they gleam, pressing their head further into the crook in your neck. you could feel the way the corner of their lips twitched upwards, their visible enjoyment far too strong to keep hidden.
“gonna manipulate you to be mine forever.” they continued, whispering sweet nothings as a way to either soothe you or themselves. you believed it was the latter.
“oh. did i say that out loud?” they pause, slowly raising their head to look at you.
“yeah.” you nod, pushing their head back to where it was.
you didnt mind. in fact, you wanted nothing more than to continue living your life like this— like you two were the only people in the world.
reze. riyo reaper. stanley snyder. my ex talking stage 😭😭😭😭😭. kuina hakari. gojo satoru. himiko toga. reita toritsuka. sampo koski. jabber wonger. childe/tartalgia. amane misa.
my requests are open so i BEGF of someone to send anything in 😢
also fu drabble next..
Oh this but with Stanley or possibly tsukasa ohhhh
Free from college and possible returning
Thinking of posting Dr stone oc ideas
Hey it's been a bit-
I'ma be honest with you all, my Dr stone hyperfixation ended months ago, not to mention I have college, a permit to study for and work so my energy has been at an all time low.
I'll try to post more once classes end as well as finals so I can rewatch Dr stone and hopefully get back into it.
I will most likely be posting self indulgent Stanley Snyder x reader because he is my comfort character-
College has been at my ass, so is my dad with forcing me to get my learners permit-
Just think about Stanley comfort to help. Just picking me up and holding me close, running hands through my hair and whispers that everything will be alright. Not judging me, just allowing me to simply to exist without expecting anything in return.
Well this is embarrassing-
It's been almost a year since I released the last chapter of the Snyder files and I just now realized that I put one brother in a chapter and the other one in the next-
The first of his siblings is Aaron Snyder
Nathaniel comes later I'll fix that and I will be continuing it worry not
The Snyder files
Chapter 2
It was almost nostalgic. Seeing his little brother after all these years. Aaron Snyder.
The blonde can already hear Aaron’s trademark hot temper. But that didn't matter. It never really did to Stanley, he had grown long used to it.
Hell, Aaron was in the exact position he had used during his childhood, like they say, old habits die hard.
The blonde’s arm hooked around the statue with caution, more than what Stan would normally put in. Not wanting to damage his little brother. With a quick scan of his surroundings the sniper began his journey back to the base.
It was a peaceful walk back, much like the walk to get there.
Workers of the colony did stare a bit when Stanley was passing by. Not expecting the Captain to bring back a statue, much less Carry it with such caution.
Bits of dirt falling off of the statue as they went. The urge to light a cigarette came up again. But with his hands full there was nothing that Stanley could do at the moment.
Steal boots clicked with each step, his destination xeno's lab.
When the sniper arrived, the door was open. Perfect for him to slip In. Stanley gently presses his shoulder against the door, the force of it opening the door more.
Golden eyes scan around, they land on the master of the lab, most likely making the revival flued. Not far from the doctor, was a set of clothing. Somewhat like Stanley’s.
Looking back at xeno only to meet his black diamond eyes. “I expected you to bring him.” Xeno simply stated. Not much was to say or needed to be said. And that was perfectly fine.
A comfortable silence settles between the pair as they get to work. Stanley gently sets down Aaron's statue and xeno brings over the clothes and the revival flued.
After dressing him xeno gently pours the sacred fluid on him. It drips down his stone body until it reaches the floor. Somehow not getting on the clothes.
Not long after the fluid had been poured, the stone started to crack. Stone pieces falling off as more of Aaron came free. First his golden eyes, much like his older brother, then his blonde hair. Next was the rest of his body, extremely toned and muscular, though not as noticeable as Stanley.
Aaron took a deep breath, finally being able to breathe again after thousands of years.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.”
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you're a dog. You live with a family. A man, a wife, two children. The man yells a lot. He throws a plate. Worst rage ever. Thousands of years ago, an ancient bargain. You know your duty. Protect the pack. That bastard isn't pack anymore.
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This is the vibe of the Snyder house-
Some Stan doodles I'm pretty happy with! Drawing his armor is somewhat easy for me now so maybe more of that laterrr..
Us Stanley girlies are gonna be suffering for a bit because Stanley ain't gonna be revived for a bit-
I'ma make some angst because of it:)
Pspsps
Want me to tag you in my Dr stone stuff?
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Gotcha gotcha ^^
Spelling mistakes? I guarantee neither of us saw those at 3:00 AM Monday Morning.
every day my pathologies are vindicated
fanfic writers deserve better
if we post too fast, we get accused of using ai (no, you don't know how fast someone can write. you don't even know if the "too-frequent-to-be-human updates" you see are something that have long been finished and sitting in an author's drafts for god knows how long. just because it's recently posted, doesn't necessarily always mean it's recently written too. a lot of writers finish the whole thing first before they start posting it chapter by chapter).
if we take "too long to update", we get people pressuring us to "update faster" even though fanfics are our hobbies and we write for ourselves first and foremost.
if our works are grammatically correct, we get accused of using ai (some of us just love correct grammars).
if our works are not grammatically correct, we get insulted/criticized (mind you, not everybody writes in their native language. kudos to writers who write in their second, or third, or fourth language — I'm willing to bet a lot of people who criticize fanfics because of poor grammar can't even speak other languages besides english).
if our paragraphs are "too long and too detailed", we get accused of using ai.
if our paragraphs are "too short", we also get accused of using ai.
if we are autistic and we write in ways some deem "too robotic", we get accused of using ai.
some people just don't use their brains to think "ai was trained on human-made works, it was trained to look human-made. ai writes this way because the way it writes is the way real humans write — real humans whose works it was trained to mimic". instead they somehow disregard this logic and think "hmmm this work looks ai-generated. I will engage in witch hunt, be a bully and harass writers whose works I don't vibe with".
Late gen birthday post
I would imagine gen wants a simple yet meaningful birthday
After all the traveling and performing he has done, I can't help that he doesn't want any of that anymore
He wants something real, not a performance
I may actually write something for this when I get a second-