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writingfor;jjk + mha + secret third option…

reading;ace of spades by àbíké-íyímídé

watching ; aib + dr. stone

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truthfully, i do miss writing for megumi but the love just isn’t there 🙂‍↔️

sometimes i wonder what my friends say when they talk about me. they could be like “oh yeah, my friends studying to become a doctor” or “oh, that freak writes fan fictions in her free time,”

the love have for this silly little man is concerning

(I love passionate people)

surprisingly alive…

˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚ WELCOME TO DR. STONE!

🍸 —nsfw

✧˖° HEADCANONS

જ⁀➴ tba…

✧˖° FULL FICS

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✧˖° DRABBLES

જ⁀➴ stanley

SHOTGUN.

✧˖° SERIES

જ⁀➴ tba…

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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!

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