#stanley snyder fanfic

[sofiadragon]

Stanley Snyder centric fanfic in the works

Yep, his POV for an alternate season 4 where the KoS gang had a working petrification device. Obviously, this doesn't go so well for Xeno's side, but it diverges entirely from canon and Senku's big heart can't let sleeping dragons take their naps in a Disney castle unbothered.

Stanley has to stand trial for shooting at a humanitarian response to a distress signal, Xeno thinks Stanley's statue being smashed means he's dead dead, and Gen gets to play the role of therapist instead of spy.

Preview under the cut!

In his defense, he really hadn't seen the flag. He should have, so it wasn't much of a defense, but he'd only registered the flag as white and red. Xeno had said there was radio chatter in Japanese, so the color made sense. He hadn't checked if it was a Japanese flag. He knew better, but he'd been caught up in finally putting their plans into action to defend and grow their kingdom. After so long stuck in a holding pattern with progress happening by inches, they had the chance for a decisive leap, and he'd gone for it with all he had. He was dissapointed in himself for getting carried away like that, he was a professional for fuck's sake.

If he'd fired on anything displaying a red cross without additional confirmation back before the world ended he'd expect a court marshal. That was just a fact, and the normalcy was something he could hold onto amid the very unwelcome realizations he was being forced to confront. This wasn't all that out of line, if he thought about it that way. Out of order, yeah. It couldn't be more out of order. The two-toned hairdo person in a lilac robe said he was going to have a trial in the morning for the crime he'd already been executed for.

"I don't follow," Stanley said to that, feeling more lost than he could remember ever being. He'd been executed, and then they brought him back. Why? If they considered him a murderer and had the ability to revive anyone with their advanced technique, then what was the point in bringing him back?

"The trial will determine your punishment, or if being smashed, reconstructed, and resurrected was sufficient punishment," two-tone repeated, as if that was a completely normal sentance. The accent was comforting. Two-tone was as Asian as the rest of them and spoke in Japanese to the red-eyed boy and the two soldier types, but he spoke English in a southern American accent. No fancy school would have taught him that, so he had to have lived here in the States a while.

The red-eyed boy standingvoff to the side had performed the resurrection - dear God he'd been taken apart and reassembled like a rifle - and while his hands were calloused he was clearly a thinker and not a worker. Xeno took pride in his soft hands, protected them to make sure they stayed soft and unstained, but the albino looking kid had calluses like Brody while performing a miracle and checking Stanley's vitals like a well-trained nurse. He also had E= MC² on his knee-legnth coat, so definitely a brain box.

Red-eyes hadn't spoken to Stanley, or if he did it wasn't in English, but he did catch his eye for a half-smile and a thumbs up. Two-tone may have translated, but Stanley was having trouble focusing. He didn't want to bring that up, didn't want confirmation that his brain had been cracked and needed time to heal, and it was good enough to know his body was in working order according to basic life signs for now.

Two-tone had given Stanley his name, but Stan had been a bit too distracted by all the rest of the rapid explanation to catch it. "We've retreated in the meantime, so if you are released it will be with sufficient supplies to get you home from a safe location."

The last thing he'd said into the radio was 'green light, Xen, they can petrif…' and then it all went dark again. Then something happened, and Stanley's mind slid around it like a dream he couldn't remember. Something the human mind couldn't handle knowing about outside a dark, safe place with a trusted soul pressed up close to his body.

Stanley had woken up still feeling the adrenaline rush and panic from seeing the green light and knowing he was a dead man. He was trained to supress his panic on the battlefield, and he'd reported what was happening just as he ought to. He could be proud of his performance after the crash and before he was petrified, at least. He'd felt the panic, but did the job to the end. It was only after he woke the second time that he couldn't quite get back on form.

The second time he woke from stone was nothing like the first time, when he'd been aware and waiting for it. He'd been specifically targeted for petrification by people he'd shot at, people who took his plane down, and had no expectation of survival before he'd suddenly been breathing again with two stong men pushing him down to his knees in front of a red-eyed medic. He'd mastered his outward reaction and was calmly observing everything around him now, but for those first twenty or thirty seconds he'd been gasping like a landed fish. Then he'd swallowed something obviously medicinal without fighting it that tasted not quite like a shot of juiced wheatgrass, alcohol, and honey just because a gentle voice from just out of sight with a southern accent said it would help him recover. He wasn't sure if it was the shot or just his own mind finally getting a grip that got him back on-form. It was a sloppy and embarrasing lapse, even if had been for less than a minute.

They'd really fucked this up.

[nishayuro]

Saw that you were asking for Stanley x reader requests because I need to see more of him.

So you know how Xeno is Senku’s mentor? What if Stanley was our Mentor? He mentored us similar to Senku before the Stone Age and now we’re with the kingdom of science.

Dr.Stone Stanley Snyder as your Mentor

A/N: YESSSS MY LOVE STANLEYYY

Genre: Fluff / small Angst (its dr.stone new america city, its gonna have some angst lmao)

GN!Reader.

Also, This will be Platonic, let me know if you want a more romantic approach lmao

You’re originally from America and back in the old world, in your teenage years, you were a regular at a local shooting range near your school. You were very interested in the art of shooting a gun, so much so that you’re also a great FPS player. But you prefer the real deal. 

One time, a competition was being held at your local shooting range, so naturally you signed up. 

Your skills astounded everyone, even those who were older than you.

You naturally won the competition, and decided to stay back to get some more shots in. 

That's when a guy with blonde hair stood next to you and shot all the targets with a bullseye before you could even blink. 

You were shocked, and you looked up at the man

“Wha-” you stammered, impressed by this man’s marksmanship. You stared at him in awe, “I watched your game, you’re quite the natural” The man complimented, facing towards you. ‘Oh damn, he’s pretty’ you thought, “oh.. Uhm… Thanks, it's a hobby, I guess” you answered. 

“Is that so…” He trails off, “Were you the one who shot those bullseyes in a flash? How’d you do it?!” you asked excitedly, getting over your shyness. “I’m in the US Military.” He answered, shocking you. A military officer just complimented your skills? “Wait, really? That’s so cool! Thank you for serving our country!” You exclaimed. 

 “I’m Stanley by the way, Stanley Snyder” He introduced, “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you!” you replied.  “I probably shouldn’t be doing this, but honestly, why not? Hey, want me to show you a few tips and tricks? You’ve got skills, it'd be a shame to not see them prosper.” He offered, making your eyes wide. You nod aggressively with a smile. 

Whenever he had free time, he’d meet you at the range. Sometimes, he’d take you hunting or to paintball to test your improvement. He’s taught you about different guns, about how to properly feel for where the bullet will go by knowing how the wind affects it and all that other stuff.  Since then, you’ve joined lots of tournaments and won. 

Unfortunately, your family had to move to Japan, and Stanley was being deployed on a mission, so your time together was up for the meantime, however, you made him promise to you that he’d keep in contact whenever he can, and he agreed. 

Fast forward to Japan where you met Senku, Taiju and Yuzuriha when you transferred to their school. Taiju recognized you as the famous junior marksman. You easily fit right into their small friend group. 

The day of the petrification, you were in the science lab along with Senku, just playing a shooting game on your phone after Taiju barged in and did the whole Yuzuriha confession spiel, and that's when you noticed the green light. 

You were revived by Tsukasa, after Minami said that your marksmanship can help with hunting, along with Ukyo’s. 

As confused as you were, Taiju and Yuzuriha filled you in on everything that’s been happening, and obviously you sided with the Kingdom of Science.

Since then, your new weapon of choice has been a bow and arrow since no other projectiles were present. You aided the Kingdom with hunting for food. As well as in battle during the treasure island arc.

After the treasure island arc, Senku made you your own gun. 

Background done, let’s move on to the New America City Arc. 

You and your friends were just minding your business when Tsukasa asked everyone to get into cover because a plane was shooting at your boat. 

Despite the initial fright, you grew excited, knowing that the big guns are back in the world, but grew scared again once you remembered that it's the enemy team that has them. 

When you saw the plane flying a bit lower, you grabbed your gun and took a shot towards its engine. Hitting it and making it crash in the forest. 

Now, this was your new friends’ first time seeing your gun skills since you’ve been using the bow and arrow. So they were shocked when you hit the mark. 

“Y/N-chan?!” Gen screamed in shock, Yo’s eyes were bulging out, and Ryusui was laughing out loud. “Well done, marksman. That ten billion percent took out their engine” Senku exclaimed with a smirk. 

After that whole incident, you, Kohaku, Chrome, and Gen were sent to pursue the plane’s pilot. However, Gen asked Kohaku and Chrome to stand back, and asked you to come with him but to leave your weapons. 

You eventually found the person, with Gen going into panic, but you just stared at the man in shock. 

“Stan…ley?!” You whispered, although apparently enough for him to hear and set his eyes on you, which widened at the sight of his old student. “Ah, I didn’t expect our next meeting to be like this.” He said, “you know each other?!” Gen exclaimed in surprise, “He’s my mentor.” You answered. 

“Well, I'll need you two to come with me. I got a whole heap of questions. Bet you’ve got some too. So, How about you come meet our leader?” Stanley said, walking towards their base. Gen looked at you, letting you know that this mission is a now or never deal. 

He brought you to their base, where you met Dr.Xeno, who you remembered from before when Stanley would tell you about his childhood best friend. After threatening Gen, he looked down at you. “And you?” he asked. “Y/N L/N, pleasure to finally meet you, Dr.Xeno.” You said in a calm voice to help with your situation once you realised that you were being read on a Polygraph test. 

“Oh? That name’s quite familiar.” Xeno ponders, looking towards Stanley. “My Mentee back in the old days” Stanley answered. “Ahh, is that so. Yes, I’ve heard quite a lot about you. In that case, this will make this whole thing easier.” Xeno said, a smirk on his face.

“You of all people should know how dangerous my dear Stan is, so it will be in your best interest to comply with us.” Xeno stated, his back towards us. “Yes, I understand. Although, I haven’t been with the group for long, so I don’t think I can give you much information” You answered calmly again, as if you were stating facts.

After the whole act Gen put on, with him revealing that Dr.Taiju was the lead scientist, you were let free to go for the time being while Xeno gets ready to talk to the Kingdom of Science. 

“Yow, Y/N. It’s been a while, how’re you fairing?” Stanley approached you while you were with Gen. “I’ve been better, seem’s you’ve been enjoying life here recently, yeah? I mean, I see you’ve even got machine guns.” You answered with a smile. Although he is your enemy right now, It’s still a great feeling to reunite with your childhood mentor. “Heh, I’m guessing you’re the one who shot down my plane with a single bullet to the engine?” He smirked, looking kinda proud. “So what if it was me? I learned from the best, didn’t I?” you smirked back. 

“A person who blindly trusts a person who double-crosses their own people needs an appointment with a head doctor. That said, Y/N, I don’t trust you one bit, we might’ve been Mentor-mentee in the old days, but until your little kiddy science team surrenders, you’re not off the hook.” He states, a serious look in his eyes.

“I knew that much, you’ve always been a cautious person. It’s fine, I’ll just prove myself to you perhaps.” You answered, you knew he wasn’t going to be buddy buddy with you just yet. But it’s worth a shot.

“Mhmm, you do that.” Stanley replies, walking away. As you look at his back profile, you’re reminded of the same person who you’ve bonded with since your childhood. A small smile appears on your lips.

You notice the man stop before the door, looking back at you, you see a small smile of his own, with a hint of pride in his eyes, are you imagining things? Maybe, but his next words shocked you.

“I might not trust you, but that doesn't mean I'm not glad to see you again.”

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[annarobszombies]

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)

[hello-gloomy]

Bro, can the fanfiction side of the Dr. Stone Fandom wake up, please T-T

Cause if not I will start writing for Dr. Stone

I will keep that Fandom afloat if it's the last thing I do. 👁👄👁

[bloodchapell]

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"

[dixonsbugaboo]

𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠.

ꜱᴛᴀɴʟᴇʏ ꜱɴʏᴅᴇʀ🚬

GN!Reader

Summary: You are alone at night, and your worst thoughts take over you. When will your boyfriend come back to you?

Warnings: depressive thoughts, swearing, a little bit of angst if you read between lines

Word count: 1200+

A/N: This is my first ever Dr Stone fic (-人-) I doubt I have done Stanley justice, but I really hope he is not much OOC. I think this might be a kind of approach to writing more for this fandom, as I just enjoyed a lot writing this. It's kinda based on some thoughts that come to me from time to time, and I want to dedicate it to all people with depression that struggle specially during night. Hope you like it and hope to see you soon here with more content!

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You cannot sleep at all. 

In the middle of the night, everything looks different. 

Sitting in front of the window you watch it rain, and think about the things you should be doing instead of procrastinating. But is it really your fault? When it's also in the middle of the night when you feel the saddest, and when you realise how lonely you are when he's not around.

He.

Stanley Snyder.

The man who stole your heart and for whom you yearn every day.

You prop your feet up on the chair and hug your legs, remembering how easy it all seems when he's home with you.

It's been two months since he had to leave for duty. That's definitely the worst thing about having feelings for him: his job; his job and all the time he had to spend away, and his absence, and the loneliness... Sometimes you imagine that in reality his time is a constant competition between you, and his job, and that you're always losing. And in the middle of the night, you are even more sure that he would choose his job over you.

Sometimes you even think he'd choose Xeno over you, if he had to pick.

Xeno was in his life first, Xeno knows him better… 

You sigh and slap your cheeks.

No.

You can't keep thinking like that. That's not who you are. 

Stanley has been showing you how he feels about you for years. He's been showing you how he feels about you for a long time, so now you shouldn't think those terrible pessimistic things that are nothing but lies. That’s the thing you do most to yourself when you are alone awake in the middle of the night: lie to yourself. Harm your self-steem. Make sure that you are nothing but a pity soul awake and alive.

But you have to stop. You have to be okay; both for him, and for you too.

It's going to be alright.

You keep saying it over and over again. But in the middle of the night, everything looks different. And you cannot sleep at all.

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Stanley is tired of being away from you. He's tired of the mission he's been given, tired of the rain, and tired of the fact that even though he knows he'll finally be home today, you'll be asleep by the time he gets home. 

Two and a half months without you have felt like years without water, like an eternity of torture, and imagining you waiting for him in your shared flat, alone, makes his heart pound.

He still doesn't understand what he's done to deserve you. To deserve all the love you always show him, even though he knows he has to be away due to his job.

He is observant, and he also knows the pain you suffer when he is away. He knows that even though you are the kindest person he knows, your inner demons eat you alive when you are alone. He knows that you are the best at giving advice to the people who are going through hard times, but that same advice never applies to you. 

Maybe you get tired of him. Of waiting for him. 

Maybe, while he’s away, you found another.

Maybe you change your mind.

Maybe you decide that the depression created by his absence can be cured by rooting out the problem: leaving him for good.

It is your right, isn’t it? It's your choice, and yours only.

But If he had to choose… If he had the opportunity to turn back time and change things… To decide not to start a relationship with you, to grow apart from you, not to hurt both of you… he wouldn’t change shit. He would still choose you over everything. 

You.

Bold enough not to shrink from him, to tell him exactly what you thought to his face, and to show yourself in your moments of weakness. You showed that you were more than a pretty face, but also a clever and funny person, someone caring, honest and unique. How could he not fall head over heels for you, huh?

He is tired, really tired.

He takes a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lights it up.

It's three in the morning. It's the witching hour. The only sound that accompanies him as he arrives at the door of your shared home is his own footsteps. He takes out his keys and just as he is about to slide them into the lock, the door bursts open.

You.

In your pyjamas (his, actually), with your hair all messed up and your eyes full of tears and longing. With that pretty face he is incapable of stopping reminiscing in his hardest times. 

You.

Stanley doesn't have time to react in surprise when you're already in his arms, face buried in his chest, snot and tears all over his jacket.

“I've missed you too, doll.”

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You cannot sleep at all. 

In the middle of the night, everything looks different. 

Sitting in front of the window you watch it rain, and think about the things you should be doing instead of procrastinating. But this time, you're not alone. 

Stanley approaches you with a steaming cup of tea and a tender smile spread on his lips. 

He knows you can't sleep, so he'll at least try to help you relax.

He sets the cup down on the table and puts his arms around you to pull you up and sit on his lap.

“I forgot how it was having you home”

He does not answer but hugs you tighter instead. 

Stanley recognises he is not the best with words. He just prefers to show you with actions. 

He knows by the dark marks under your eyes that you haven’t been well during his absence. He is aware of your depressive thoughts, of your manners and your self-deprevice way of going on. But he also knows that you are doing your best, working everyday on fighting your demons.

Stanley takes one of your hands and brings it to his lips. His other hand rests on your waist, in a place that seems made for his hand and his hand only.

You lean to his touch, to his love.

Oh, how much you have missed him…

You missed his smell, like smoke and metal. You missed the sound of his voice, rough but sweet. You missed his touch, his kisses and his presence.

You are so bad over Stanley Snyder that you thought to yourself that now that you know him, you weren’t sure how to live without him.

He massages your shoulders, strokes your hair, kisses your temple…

It's his way of showing you how much he loves you, and to make sure that you know that you are not alone.

Making up for lost time, even if it's in the middle of the night.

“Stan,” you call, leaning your head on his shoulder, “it's late. Let's go to bed.”

He smiles. 

How could he possibly say no to you?

In the middle of the night, everything looks different. Lying in bed, you let Stanley wrap his arms around your waist and press your back against his chest. You're where you want to be.

You feel loved. You feel complete.

And you can finally sleep peacefully.

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A/N: I'm not sure what to think of this... It's been years since the last time I've writen something, I feel this one kinda personal, to be honest. BUT I have soooo many ideas and projects in mind... I hope you liked it! ( ’ω’ )

See you soon,

Nun🐇​

[mitfkl]

i made this omg my fma x dcst au is now real

art by inst @/mr_emies

[nicorobinohara]

The Meeting of Minds.

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-Aunt scientist of Senku-

(OC-seiko)

Part 1:

It was heavy inside Xeno Houston Wingfield's underground hiding place. The dim light of the lamps cast shadows on the stone walls, illuminating the serious faces of the soldiers under his command. In the center of the enclosure, attached to a chair and tied firmly, was Gen Asagiri.

Despite the unfavorable situation, the mentalist still maintained his characteristic smile, although his eyes showed a slight discomfort.

- Ugh... this is too tight. - He complained, twisting his wrists inside the ties. - If you want a civilized conversation, Xeno, tying up your guest is not the best way to start.

Xeno, who was calmly reviewing some notes about the rocket project, looked up at Gen, but before he could answer, something changed in the environment.

A sound.

Low. Quick. I need it.

Stanley, who was next to Xeno, raised the gun in an instant, his sharp senses detecting the subtle movement coming from the corridor. But before he could react completely, one of the guards fell to the ground with a deaf thud.

Xeno narrowed his eyes. This was not a common attack.

The other soldiers took out their improvised weapons, but then, before they could do anything, a figure emerged from the darkness, moving with surgical precision.

It was a woman.

His hair was identical to Senku Ishigami's, but it was stuck in two forward braids, framing his face impeccably. His eyes, of the same golden hue, shone in the light of the lamp with an analytical intensity.

She wore practical clothes for exploration and fieldwork, and the posture indicated that she was not a simple adventurer - every step she took was calculated, efficient.

Gen blinked when he saw her.

- Oh, finally, my savior arrives!

Xeno kept his expression neutral, but his mind was working at a thousand per hour.

- You must be Seiko. - He said, already deducing her identity.

She smiled slightly, without taking her eyes off him.

- And you must be Xeno Houston Wingfield.

The scientist crossed his arms, evaluating her.

- A woman of multiple specialties, they say. Scientist, engineer, mathematician, apothecary and also with practice in medicine. It seems too good to be true.

- For a man who built a civilization from scratch, you should be more used to dealing with prodigies. - Seiko countered, taking another step forward.

Stanley kept the gun pointed at her, but Xeno raised a hand, signaling him to wait.

- Did you come alone? - He asked, intrigued.

Seiko tilted her head slightly.

- Are you implying that I would need an army to get Gen out of here?

Xeno let out a soft laugh.

- Interesting.

It was the only warning he gave before moving forward.

Seiko noticed his movement at the same moment. Xeno was not only a scientist - his brilliant mind was also accompanied by an impressive physical capacity. He tried to grab her wrist to immobilize her, but Seiko already foresaw this movement and deviated, turning her body with agility.

Her counterattack was accurate. With a slight movement, he pressed a specific point on Xeno's arm, causing an involuntary reflex that made him let go of his attempt to grab her.

Stanley finally shot, but Seiko had already pulled Gen away, dodging the shots with an agile jump.

Xeno massaged his arm lightly, still feeling the impact of the pressure. He looked at Seiko with a curious glow in his eyes.

- You're not just theory. You know how to apply it in practice.

- It would be shameful to depend only on words when you live in a world without advanced technology. - She replied, already positioning herself near the exit.

Gen waved to Xeno with an amused smile.

- It was a lovely visit, but I think I prefer my freedom.

Before they could stop them, Seiko launched a small explosion of smoke - a chemical trick he created with apothecary herbs and minerals available in nature. The dense smoke filled the place, making everyone cough and lose their sight for a few seconds.

When the fog dissipated, Seiko and Gen had disappeared.

Stanley lowered the gun, grumbling.

- That was humiliating.

Xeno, however, didn't seem frustrated. On the contrary.

He looked at the point where Seiko had been moments before, a small smile appearing on his lips.

- Fascinating...

Stanley stared at him, skeptical.

- Don't tell me you liked her.

Xeno just adjusted his gloves and went back to his table.

- I would say it was a first impression... thought-provoking.

He knew that wouldn't be his last date with Seiko. And next time, I would be even more prepared to face her.

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StanXeno AU - Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?

I’ll Wait 3700 Years For You by @jeireilostt

A war broke out a year after Stanley’s deployment and had been raging for six years. Contact had been practically nonexistent, soldiers having no way to go back home or a way to contact their loved ones.

Xeno had counted. It’s been seven years, three months, twenty-two days, eleven hours, twenty-five minutes, and thirty seconds since he’s seen his best friend’s face.

And in six of those years he had lost communication with the man. For a long time he wondered why Stanley’s calls and letters ceased to exist. But once news broke out to the public he understood.

And it only brought him grief. They wouldn’t give anyone information on the soldiers. Refusing the demands from the public. Their excuse being it’d only “distract” them from the issue at foot. Even if it was potentially true, Xeno didn’t care. He wants—no—needs to see his beloved Stanley. Even if it was one last time.

He can only hope. Hope that he was in one piece, hope that he’ll come back home.

Even if it was in a casket.

Or: Stanley is Odysseus and Xeno is Penelope from EPIC: The Musical. Just in this AU instead of magical shit it’s just Stanley in war without a way to get back to Xeno.

Edit: final chapter just dropped!

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For 🌌 anon! I realised half way through the fic that you had asked for a cramped space sorta situation and I couldn’t change it then so I hope you don’t mind TwT. Enjoyyyy ;>

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Stanley Snyder X Top Male reader

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What’s a man gotta do to get one night off in a week to have the time to fuck his pretty boyfriend senseless?

You sighed for the hundredth time that evening. Tonight was supposed to be that night, but you, the official head medic of the bunch as of now, were whisked away as an old lady suddenly started showing symptoms of a heart attack, who was the 4th person this month.

It did not worry you too much, since Senku had already looked into the issue, and had found out the presence of a certain chemical in trace quantities in the food. This chemical often caused people in old age to show symptoms of a heart attack but subsided in a while after getting proper treatment and rest.

But you couldn’t just ignore the issue, since there was a chance that the old lady was actually facing a heart attack. So here you were, looking over the peacefully asleep lady, as you assured her daughter that everything was going to be alright, that it was a false alarm.

Even if you left at the earliest, by the time you would reach your house, it would already be past midnight and your darling boyfriend, Stanley Snyder, would probably be getting his beauty sleep after a long day of training the others. Woe is you. Regardless, at least you would get to see your boyfriend after a long tiring week. Sighing again, you made your way out to the front yard, climbing onto the car like vehicle Xeno had given you for easier transport.

An hour and a half later, you made your way into the little house you and Stanley shared, a skip to your step at the prospect of seeing your boyfriend of 365 days. That’s right. Today, since it was past midnight, was your anniversary and you were even more excited to come home to your pretty boy.

Walking into your bedroom, you tiptoed to the bed, excited to see your beautiful boyfriend in all his moonlit glory. Much to your surprise and utter dismay, Stanley was nowhere to be seen. Groaning, you peeked into the kitchen and storage room, but you still did not find him.

If he was nowhere in the house, there was only one place left to check. Making your way out into your backyard, you finally found your sweetheart, lounging on a platform facing the ocean, which swished under the moonlight a little distance away. He looked to be almost dozing, the cigarette withering away between his fingers.

As you walked over to him, you made sure to make some noise, so that he would be alerted of your presence. You had learnt the hard way what would happen if you tried to jump Stanley Snyder. Placing your steps heavily, the anklets you always wore jingled, making your boyfriend finally look at you over his shoulder.

“(Y/n)…” he murmured, giving you a small smile that still managed to give you butterflies every time. “Hey baby.” You greeted, wrapping your arms around him from behind, as he intertwined his fingers with yours. Placing tiny kisses from his jaw to his shoulders, you revelled in the sense of calmness it brought you to just enjoy the night’s breeze with him like this after a tiring week.

But if there was one thing the two of you had discovered since you’d started dating, it’s that once one of you initiated the proximity, neither of you managed to get your hands off each other until you were on the verge of passing out. Sure enough, before you could control yourself, little kisses turned into playful nips, and playful nips turned into possessive marking.

Minutes later, satisfied with your artwork, you pulled back from the other boy, turning him to face you. Leaning towards him, you felt his hitched breath fan against your lips, a second of eye contact between the two of you as he surged forward to crash his lips on yours.

His hands instinctively draped over your shoulders, as you wrapped yours around his torso. Nipping at his lower lip for permission, you eagerly pressed your tongue into his mouth, groaning at the taste you’d missed so much. Few seconds later, you pulled back for breath, licking the string of saliva off his lips.

The two of you simply stayed silent for a few moments, catching your breath and relaxing in each other’s arms. “…It’s been a year. Happy anniversary, (Y/n).” He whispered softly, his hand caressing your cheek. You pecked his lips, then his forehead, smiling against his soft skin. “Happy anniversary, love… is that why you stayed up waiting for me?” You questioned, pinching his cheeks.

“Mn… That and… the fact that I’ve been pent up for a whole week.” He replied, giving you a small grin. You huffed. “Of course. Who’s going take care of my princess when I’m not around for so long?” You cooed. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, pretty boy.”

“You’ll just have to make up for it.” He answered, pressing himself against you. His lips found yours again, this time with much more force and abandon. You returned it in kind, grinning as his legs made their way around your waist.

Having ran out of patience, two pairs of hands hurriedly undid sweaty shirts, throwing them off to the side.

You moaned against his lips as his sharp nails left pale red trails from your neck down to your torso then around to your back. You pulled away from the kiss, opting to busy your lips on his neck and shoulders instead, one hand gripping his hip as the other groped at his chest, causing him to whine softly. Oh, how you missed these beautiful sounds.

“You just came back (Y/n), do you want to go inside and use the bed?” Stanley questioned, nails drawing patterns on your back. “Hm? Are you feeling chilly, love?” “No, I was just worried since you must be sore from the ride.” “In that case, I’d like to enjoy the breeze.” You replied, gently pushing him backwards until his back hit the platform. “Mn. Whatever you’d like.”

You leaned downwards, your lips latching onto his nipple, nipping and tugging at them with your teeth. You could feel him relax into the floor, arching his back towards you, as he draped his arms over your back. Your hands made their way to his pants, happy to find that they did not have to deal with a belt this time. It had taken you over 3 minutes just to get his belt off last time, and you had been on the verge of ripping it off.

His pants came off easily enough this time, much to your relief. Pulling back to appreciate your pretty boyfriend in all his undressed glory, your lips quirked at the bulge in his underwear, a wet spot already visible at the tip. “You poor thing.” You cooed sympathetically. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he faked a pout. “Well, you better take care of this poor thing.”

You grinned, grabbing his hips and pulling upwards, as you pressed your lips against the wetness. Sucking through the cloth, you were rewarded with a moan, as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. You pulled back after a few moments, your saliva mixed with his pre, as you pulled off his underwear.

Stanley shivered as the cool night air swept over him, whining as you playfully blew against his tip. His eyes were fixated on your mouth as you licked his leaking cock, taking the tip in your mouth and rolling your tongue around. His hands made their way to your hair, letting out beautiful noises as you swallowed his length, your one hand holding him up as the other kneaded his ass.

You slowly began bobbing your head, playfully grazing your teeth against his sensitive skin. You moaned as the cock hit the back of your throat, his grip in your hair tightening at the vibrations. You increased your pace, your own erection painfully pressing against your pants.

As you greedily swallowed his cock, his broken moans told you that he was nearing his climax. He released with a scream, his cum spilling down your throat. You forced yourself to ignore the gag reflex, happily swallowing all that he was giving you. Once he seemed to have come down from the high, you pulled away from him with a pop, licking your lips with satisfaction.

You realised with dismay that you would have to go back inside to get lube, leaving your naked boyfriend out here. As if reading your thoughts, Stanley motioned towards his pants with his hand. “There’s lube in the right pocket.” You grinned at him. “Come prepared, have we?” He rolled his eyes, nudging you towards the cloth lying on the ground with his legs.

Grabbing the bottle, you poured a gracious amount on your fingers. Throwing his leg over your shoulder, you let a bit of lube drip over his hole, which twitched at the coldness. He threw his hands over his facing, hissing as you pressed a fingers inside, moving it gently to let him get used to it.

On his command, you added another finger, then a third, scissoring and folding your them to stretch him out. His cock was already leaking again, pre come pooling on his stomach, as he twitched against your touch, his moans and whines now more frequent.

“Hngh~ That’s enough (Y/n), I’m ready.” He whined, sitting up to undo your pants. You let him tug it off of you along with your underwear, sighing in relief as your cock sprang free of its confines. Once he was done, he leaned back onto the floor, pulling his knees towards his chest with a ‘come hither’ look on his face.

You chuckled. “What a good boy you are~” You poured the lube onto your hand, spreading it over your cock, groaning at finally being able to touch yourself. Pressing your tip against his hole, which welcomed you easily, you gently pushed your entire length in, sighing as your hips met his ass.

You stayed still for a few seconds, pressing kisses over his face, as your hands kneaded his thighs. After a while, he gently tapped your shoulder, signalling you to move. You began rocking your hips at a slow pace, adjusting to the tightness. Your boyfriend, impatient as ever, quickly began rocking himself towards you, whining at you to move faster.

And who were you to deny him? You increased your pace, looking for the spot that had him seeing stars, hissing as he scraped his nails against your back. You pulled his hips upward, which made it easier of you to move deeper.

As you thrust back in with abandon, you were rewarded with a scream. “Found it~” You whispered, your heart bursting with adoration, as you took in the beautiful sight.

Your boyfriend was on his back before you, tears streaming down his cheeks as his tongue lolled against his lips, his back arched beautifully, as his hands gripped against the edge of the platform. He had lost all coherent thoughts, only able to keen at every thrust, eyes rolled to the top.

You could feel the heat pulsing inside you, and with a final thrust, you released inside him. This was enough to push him over the edge, as he came with a broken shout, spilling his seed all over himself. You thrust into him a few more times riding out your high.

Once you came back to your senses, you pressed your lips against his, making sure he was alright. As he returned the kiss, you gently began pulling out, but were stopped by him wrapping his legs around your hips. You leaned back to look at him, wondering if something was wrong. He stared at you for a few moments before a blush crept into his face, mumbling something under his breath. “What was that, love?” You questioned.

“…Again.”

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😮‍💨 that took me longer than expected but here we are. If there are any typos please ignore them. My brain was not comprehending what was already written T-T.

Hope you liked it~

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Dr.Stone Stanley Snyder’s S/O getting harassed by Ibara

A/N: I am back…? Idk i’m trying to get out of a writer’s block again. Been playing a LOT of Minecraft! Me and my friends made a Dr.Stone realms and I’m playing as Xeno lmaoo, we are recreating KoS and the American colony’s base (its big as fuck????) anyways, here’s the prompt I wrote and special thanks to @animeotakuf0rlife for sending in this ask and furthering the idea! I accidentally deleted the ask when I was layouting this post 😭

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warning: Manga spoilers, harassment, Ibara himself should be a warning, violence, use of guns,

Fem!reader (or Fem presenting, reader will be called a girl, use of they/them is still present but Ibara will refer to reader as she/her)

With society back up and running again faster after the moon mission’s success, people have been getting revived left and right. You were part of the American colony back before the 2nd petrification happened and was revived to help out with the rocket for the mission. As time passed, you grew closer with the members of the Kingdom of Science, they’d tell you all about the adventures they’ve been on, sailing the world, and the fights they faced before they set foot to America. You learned that a lot of the kingdom’s members were once their enemy, like Tsukasa, Hyoga, Moz, Kirisame, and others. Quite ironic because at some point, you were also their enemy.

When the people of Treasure Island visited Japan, Kohaku and the others were furious to see a tall, middle aged man with a weird goatee. “Oi! What is Ibara doing unpetrified?!” Ginro exclaimed, pointing at the man with fear. “When did this happen?!” Chrome added, also shocked to see the guy. “Who’s that?” you asked Ryusui who was next to you in the docks, helping unload cargo. “Ibara. The biggest enemy when we were at Treasure island.” he said, voice was void of its usual cheer.

“I’m so sorry! One of the newly depetrified islanders thought he was another innocent person. He’s been tame lately after revival and kind of helping around. But we couldn’t leave him at the island, who knew what he’d do without us to guard him?” A bald man, who you presume is Soyuz from what the others have described, said. You looked up at this Ibara man and saw that he was already looking at you, for some reason, you felt a chill down your spine. “It’d be best if you stayed away from him, y/n.” Ryusui warned, you nodded. “Y/N! Xee needs you in the lab.” your boyfriend, Stanley called out to you. “Oh, alright. Bye guys! Doc called.” you bid farewell, glancing at Ibara who was still eyeing you.

Stanley, who decided to assist in the unloading of the cargo, was approached by Ryusui. “Hey, Stanley!” the sailor called, “I’d look out for that man, Ibara, if I were you. He doesn’t have a good track record.” Ryusui informed. “Huh, why?” answered Stanley. “He petrified their island’s leader and tricked everyone in the island. He has harassed multiple women when the “harem selection” was happening in the island. He’s not one to respect women. And from the looks of it, he has his eyes on Y/N. My sailor’s intuition is never wrong!” Ryusui explained. That made the soldier’s eyes darken. “I need info on the enemy.” Stanley said, to which Ryusui told him everything.

Ibara claimed to have changed his ways, now that everything was too much for him to understand, he claimed to not have interest in ruling the world anymore, which was met by doubts, yet he was still tasked to help around the area with small work. He seemed okay at first, no incidents, no bad things. Your interactions with him were normal to a fault; he seemed friendly, too friendly. You still kept interactions with him brief, remembering what Ryusui and the others told you.

One afternoon in the lab, the science team and Stanley were working on an experiment, Stanley there as the “bodyguard” and you as Xeno’s assistant, like you were back in the modern day. “Y/N, mind grabbing some materials from the storage? Here’s the list.” Xeno asked, handing you a piece of paper. “Sure, I'll be back shortly.” you said, walking out of the lab and towards the storage area, you didn’t realise that Ibara was near and saw you walk into an empty room and decided to follow you. As you were gathering the materials, you heard the door open, revealing the tall man. “Oh, Ibara-san? What brings you here?” you questioned, uncomfortable about the fact that he was in a room alone with you. “Ah, hello y/n-chan! I’m here to pick up some materials for the 3rd floor. “Huh? But you’re on the basement floor, each floor has its own storage unit.” you questioned, wary of his movement.

“The unit upstairs was out of the material, they told me to check here.” he answered, a smile on his face as he moved closer to one of the shelves. He looked to see that your cart was mostly ores, and jars. “They’re letting a pretty girl like you do the heavy lifting?” he asked, a shiver ran down your spine as you looked up to see him staring at you. “Wha- no, it’s normal. I’m working as Xeno’s assistant after all.” You answered, defending yourself. “You have a nice figure y/n-chan~ don’t damage it by carrying heavy things~” He said.

The man moved closer, you started to move farther, trying to focus on gathering your materials. In a flash, the man was directly behind you, body sticking to yours caging you between him and the shelf. He was reaching up the shelf, presumably also gathering materials. You tensed up, and Ibara took this opportunity to hold onto your shoulder. “Why don’t we get to know each other better, hmm?” he whispered into your ear. “Get off of me! I have a boyfriend!” you tried to pry him off of you, as you shouted, hoping someone would hear you. “Kukuku~ back on my island, it didn’t matter if the girl was married.” He said with a smirk as he gripped your arm. “Let me go!” you screamed, thrashed, and tried to move away.

When Xeno sent Y/N to get materials, he didn’t think much of it as it was a normal occurrence as Xeno’s assistant. However, the usual 5 minute wait time became 7, then 9, then 10 minutes. He got concerned, and told Xeno he’d go see what’s taking y/n long. As Stanley exited the room, he bumped into Tsukasa and the others, “Have y’all seen Y/N? She should have been back 5 minutes ago.” Stan asked, “Nah, we just got he-” “LET ME GO!” a scream was heard, a voice familiar to the group which made them run towards the storage area.

BAM!

The door flew open as another man entered the room, “GET AWAY FROM THEM!!” Stanley shouted, his voice booming as he rushed towards the man on you and yanked him off hard, followed by a punch, making Ibara land on the floor. A few other people reach the door, those being Tsukasa, Ryusui, Kohaku, and Sai. “Stan!” you exclaimed, glad to see your boyfriend here. “You dirty piece of shit!” Stan held Ibara down when he tried to get up. “Stan! Not here!” you shouted, holding onto him. “Bring him out of the room, please.” You asked the bystanders, Tsukasa coming in and restraining Ibara. “Bring him to the yard, I'm gonna teach that piece of shit a lesson.” Stan ordered, his commanding voice leaving no room for arguments. “All right, we’ll be waiting for you.” Ryusui answered, leading the group.

Stanley directed his attention towards you, holding onto you and scanning you. “You ok? Did he hurt you?” he started fussing. “Stan, I'm fine. You got here on time.” you said, hugging him with your face on his chest. He hugged you back. “Fuck, I’m glad you’re safe.” he muttered into your hair. “I’ll go back to Xeno, you go handle Ibara.” You whispered and he nodded, escorting you back to the lab door and giving you a kiss before you entered.

“What took you long?” Xeno asked, still focused on his work. You bring the materials to him, “Ibara cornered me in storage, Stan is dealing with him now.” your confession got Senku, Xeno, Chrome, and Suika to look at you. “Ah, well, I wouldn’t mind having a human guinea pig. That is if Stanley doesn’t break him first” Xeno said.

When Stanley reached the yard where they usually trained at, he saw Tsukasa and Ryusui there with Ibara tied up. “You dare touch my partner and think you’d get away with it? Let me get you off your high and mighty self throne. You.are.powerless.here.” Stanley’s voice was cold as he pointed his gun at Ibara, who recognised the item as similar to the thing that shot him back then. Fear crept up his whole being. “N-no! Don’t!” Ibara begged. BAM! Stanley pulled the trigger, but aimed it at the target just behind Ibara’s head. The other man looked behind and saw the bullet hole in the middle. “You see that? that will be you if you dare touch y/n again.” Stanley said. Ibara was panicking at this point, he doesn't want to die. “S-she was giving me signs!” He tried to reason.

That angered Stanley more, sending another punch towards the man, “signs…? SIGNS?! You dare blame them?!” Stanley raged, punching Ibara to the ground, and kicked him hard. He knelt down and gripped at Ibara’s jaw, making him look up at him. His eyes were clouded with pure rage. Not even Tsukasa would want to intervene with this. “You dare touch, talk, or even breathe near them again, I will offer you up to the science team as a gift. And I’ll tell you now, Xeno ain't above using humans for his crazy experiments.” He tightened his grip on the man, “understand?” he asked, Ibara was choking at this point. “un.der.stand?” Stanley repeated, to which Ibara forced a ‘yes’. He asked the others to lock Ibara up for the time being as he talks to the leaders about what to do with Ibara. Stanley let go of him and walked off, but not without his final words to the man.

“Just because you almost succeeded before with taking down the team, you think you’d succeed in taking it down again. I’ll kill you if you try anything else to harm us. And don't take this threat as a bluff, because I can.”

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The Early Days

StanXeno x Fem!Reader as high school friends turned lovers.

I have no regrets

Content warning: bullying, harassment, mild violence, smoking, suggestive

"Oh my God, have you seen the new girl?" It's almost cliche, the way the group of girls giggle over the latest hot school gossip.

"Right? I mean, come on with that outfit!"

They quiet when Stanley walks by, giggling for a whole new reason now. One girl twirls her hair around her finger, batting her eyelashes, but he just keeps moving. He had no interest in people like that, but that only seems to make them swoon over him more once he passes.

He makes a hard left, the school chemistry lab just ahead, with Xeno likely already inside.

"Yo," He says, throwing the door open. Several other science club students startle, but Xeno doesn't budge. He stands calmly, carefully mixing chemicals and noting the reactions.

"Stanley," Xeno says. "You made it."

"Uh-huh." Stanley kicks out a chair from a nearby table and drops himself into it.

The lab returns to its quiet bustle, the other students focusing again on their experiments and reports. Stanley idly glances around the room, watching each and every one of them for a moment before letting his gaze settle on Xeno.

Xeno's eyebrows are knitted tightly, his eyes entirely focused on the delicate chemicals. His gaze never wavers, his attention never strays.

"You see the new student today?" Stanley asks once he finally gets bored of watching Xeno drop one chemical into another at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Indeed. She and I share our third period computer science class together," Xeno says, voice soft as if he worried being too loud could ruin his experiment.

"Mm."

"And you, Stanley?"

"American Lit. Fifth period. She sits next to me."

"How lucky for her."

Stanley chuckles and rolls his eyes. He tucks his hands into his jacket pockets, toying with the lighter he hid within one of them. He was itching for a smoke, but the last time he got caught on campus he was threatened with suspension, which he couldn't afford right now.

The two fall once again into silence, but that wasn't uncommon. They'd known each other for so long that they rarely needed to talk too much about little nothings anymore. At most, Xeno may make a few idle comments about whatever he was testing, but any real conversation would likely wait until they were in Stanley's car on the way home.

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"Um..."

Xeno's eyes lift, finding the source of the voice standing in front of him, anxiously gripping a notebook.

"Yes?" He asks. You shift your weight from foot to foot, the tips of your ears a cute pink.

"The teacher...said to work with a partner on the, uh, project she assigned?" You say it like a question, as if you weren't totally sure you were correct in what you'd been told.

"Ah, did she? I apologize, I wasn't listening." It was a lie, of course, he'd heard the instructions perfectly clearly. He was used to working mostly alone, so he was a bit surprised that you had approached him.

"Do...do you mind?" You ask, cheeks turning pink now. He can hear the sounds of some other girls giggling, the weight of their stares heavy on his shoulders. So, you'd been denied by everyone else, it seems.

"Of course not," He says, gesturing for you to take a seat by him. You let out a relieved sigh, grabbing a chair from a nearby desk and settling it across from him, gingerly setting your notebook down on the top of his desk. "We haven't yet met officially, my name is Xeno."

You tell him your name, smiling sheepishly when he repeats it carefully back to you.

"I look forward to working with you."

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You dust your hands over your shirt, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Xeno had said to meet him in his club's classroom after school so that the two of you could go home together and work on your project, but you couldn't help feeling nervous.

Making friends in this new school had been really difficult, but he had been very nice to you the past few days, so you felt hopeful that you might be able to come out of this assignment with someone you could continue to talk to and maybe hang out with on weekends. But that relied on you not totally fucking this up and making him hate you on accident.

You start to reach for the door, jumping a little when it swings open from the inside.

"Oh," The young man who looks down at you is downright stunning. You'd seen him before, of course, he was your desk neighbor in your American Literature class. But this was the first time you'd heard his voice, the first time he'd actually paid you any attention. "Hey."

"Hi," You say softly. "I'm...looking for Xeno?"

"Inside," He says, brushing by you and heading down the hall, hands stuffed in his leather jacket pockets. He didn't strike you as the kind of person to be in the science club, but anything was possible.

Stepping inside the room, it's exactly what you expected. There are are several students inside, some in groups while some worked individually. Xeno stood at a desk in the front right corner, his back to you as you walk further in. He turns to glance at you when you softly call his name upon approach, offering you a kind smile.

"Give me one moment to finish this and we will leave shortly," He says, waving for you to come closer and sit in the chair that rested at his side. You decide to work on some homework while you wait, carefully balancing both a textbook and your notebook on your lap.

It takes about an hour for Xeno to finish what he's working on and clean his station, but soon enough he's giving you a gentle nudge and telling you it was time to go. He smiles when you scramble to pack your things up and throw your backpack over your shoulders.

"My friend Stanley will be driving us," He says, leading you from the room. "I hope you don't mind, he'll be sticking around for the rest of the day."

"That's fine!" You say, perhaps a little too eagerly. Xeno smiles again at you.

"Excellent," He says. You follow him through the halls, pausing at his locker long enough for him to transfer a few items to and from his bag, then out into the parking lot. He walks slightly ahead of you once you exit the doors, his pace picking up the moment you both hit fresh air.

He pauses at the edge of the sidewalk where parents would pick up students who didn't drive yet or ride the bus, but the two of you only wait about a minute and a half before a car whips around, stopping just in front of you. The passenger window slides down, and in the driver's seat, you see the beautiful boy from earlier leaning over the middle console to look at the two of you.

"Get in," He says. You note the cigarette between his teeth, wondering now if that was the reason he'd left in such a hurry.

Xeno opens the back door to deposit his bag, taking yours from you to do the same before telling you to sit up front.

"Don't worry," He says when you hesitate. "Stan doesn't bite."

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Stanley Snyder does, in fact, bite. He just doesn't bare his teeth until he has to.

You get comfortable around him pretty quickly, which seems to drive every girl in the school totally insane. Not that you could blame them, Stanley was objectively beautiful and ignored just about everyone.

On a typical day, he's calm-if not a bit lazy-and generally collected. He sticks close to Xeno, which means that as you and the young scientist get closer, he begins sticking to you as well. He talks to you in class now, leaning over to mumble bad jokes that make you laugh too hard to be ignored by the teacher.

But today was not your typical day.

You'd been on you way to meet Xeno and Stanley for your after school hangout and homework time, when you were cornered by a senior guy by your locker. He'd leaned against the lockers, grinning and proud at the way you startled at the sight of him. You tied to go around, but he moved to purposefully block you, keeping himself in front of you so that you couldn't break and run.

"I just wanna talk to you," He says.

"I really don't want to talk to you," You say, trying to scoot around him, only to fail yet again. You were getting frustrated and a little scared. Xeno and Stanley were waiting for you, you didn't want them to leave you behind just because some asshole wanted to make himself feel big.

"C'mon, you hang out with that science club freak and his pretty faced boytoy all the time, why don't you spend your day with someone else, huh?" He asks, reaching to make a grab for you. His words make you flush a bit in anger. Sure, you knew Stanley and Xeno were something (they weren't exactly subtle), but to have it thrown at your face as if it's a bad thing made you absolutely livid.

Who was this guy to talk about your friends that way? He didn't know them! How dare he!

"Don't talk about them like that!" You snap, just barely too slow to avoid the hand that clasps around your forearm. The boy in front of you scowls, his grip on your arm tightening to a bruising hold.

"Come hang with me, and I'll show you what a real man is," He sneers, making your face flush even hotter.

"I said no!"

"Don't be such a little prude-"

What happens next happens so fast that it takes far longer than it should for you to process. The boy holding to you is jerked backwards hard enough to force him to release you, though you also stumble forward a few steps at the sudden movement. Then, before you can blink, Stanley has him slammed into the floor. He stands over him, frighteningly calm despite the hard glare his golden eyes burn into your harasser.

"Pretty sure when a lady tells you no, you're supposed to back the fuck off," Stanley hisses, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger.

You can't help jumping a little when those sharp eyes flit up to look at you, though you note how they soften at the sight of you're slightly shaking figure.

"You alright?" He asks. You nod quickly.

"Y-yeah, I'm good. Can we go?" You ask, taking a tentative step towards him.

"Course we can," He says, stepping back from the other boy and lifting an arm for you to tuck yourself under. He holds you against his side, escorting you without further issue outside to where Xeno had been left waiting.

You don't question where he goes after he and Xeno discover the hand-shaped bruise on your arm, nor do you question why that same boy comes to school several days later with two broken hands and a black eye.

Something inside you already knows that Stanley did it for you.

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Your relationship shifts suddenly one night after graduation.

The three of you are in your room, Xeno leaning against your pillows with a book in his hand while you sit in the middle of you bed, makeup strewn around you, and Stanley sits on the edge, leaned forward so you can paint his face as you see fit.

"Open," You say. Stanley huffs in amusement, parting his lips so that you can press the lipstick against his waiting mouth, swiping your favorite deep purple across his surprisingly soft looking lips.

"Now rub."

He hums, doing as instructed. You pick up a little pocket mirror and open it, handing it to him so that he can look at your handiwork.

"Not bad," He says, turning his head left and right to fully inspect his new face.

"The dark lips suit you, Stan," Xeno says, peering over his book to take a look for himself, earning an amused hum from Stanley.

Its in this moment that you realize how close Stanley had gotten. His face mere inches from yours, eyes heavy with...something. Something heavy, something wanting. It makes you flush and shuffle backwards on instinct alone.

Stanley follows, crawling after you, backing you up even further. He doesn't stop until you're literally in Xeno's lap, the other young man letting out a noise of annoyance and frustration.

"Must we do this now?" Xeno asks, letting his book fall to his side, his arms wrapping around your middle as if to guard you from Stanley, who pouts. It was always quite the sight to see, when his lower lip stuck out and his eyebrows furrowed like that.

"Don't act all innocent right now, Xee," Stanley says, smirking when both he and you notice that one of Xeno's hands has snuck under the hem of your shirt, his fingertips gingerly brushing over the soft skin of your side.

Your whole body feels warm, heart hammering in your chest. Weren't they partners? What was happening right now?

Stanley creeps closer, effectively sandwiching you between the two.

"Hey," He says, voice low. "Wanna make out?" His question flusters you just as much as Xeno's continuing touch. It felt so out of character for him, yet he still sounded so like himself.

You must nod, or agree in some other way, because before you know it, Stanley's lips are on yours, smearing his freshly done lipstick all over you. His tongue ends up in your mouth, and you suddenly become very aware of how much more experience he has.

He pulls back slightly, lips drifting from yours to press kisses to your cheeks and jaw while you pant softly. Both of Xeno's hands are up your shirt now, his wicked fingers making you shiver.

"What's the verdict?" Xeno murmus, pressing his own lips the soft spot between your neck and shoulder.

"Perfect," Stanley hums, sinking his teeth into your other shoulder, kissing the spot when you wince.

"Quite the conclusion you've come to," Xeno says, one hand sliding from your torso to your chin, turning your head as far as it would comfortably go to look back at him. "I think I'd like to give my own opinion, if I may."

"Okay," You breathe, drunk on all the attention.

Xeno's kiss is slower, more exploratory. He doesn't devour you, like Stanley had, but that doesn't change how good it was.

Both of them kissed you like they wanted you, like they'd wanted you for a while, and by the time the night ends, all three of you are covered in lipstick.

[hello-gloomy]

Anything #Stanley X military!reader would be appreciated 🙏🏻

This is such a good idea I'm surprised someone else hasn't written it or something.

*Future note: sorry this took so long*

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Stanley Snyder x Military!Reader

Headcanons

Warnings: Mild angst and jokes abt the us government training, also maybe inaccurate descriptions of active service.

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"Man, I would kill for some free education."

Que the military horn blasting.

Most jokes aside, though, you were friends with the dynamic duo since middle school, and since you were nearing the end of the three of your government-required education, you all had to decide what to do now

Initially, you were going to do college with Xeno but after seeing the costs for things you decided on going Stanley with the military

And boy, are you starting to regret it? Seeing Stanley lose all his pretty hair made a tiny part of you die inside. But the hours, the training, the yelling—it was starting to drive you crazy. Stanley was stone-faced through all of it, and it felt like your hair was thinning just being there.

"How's basic so far?" -Xeno

"Is that Xe?"

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Your legs still hurt from all the laps your commanding officer made you do that day.

After your basic training was done and you and Stanley's first few tours were done, it got easier.

When Stanley moved up in rank, he started fucking with you. He would abuse his rank over you just for shits and giggles. But that was just his way of showing he cared about.

One day, when you were both out on the field, something went wrong, causing you to get injured; he got you out of there and told you would be fine.

When you woke up, you were greeted With a stressed Stanley and a worried Xeno. You gave them a hello, and Xeno fussed about the scare you gave them both. Xeno only stopped when he noticed the look on the commander's face; he excused himself to give you both a moment.

While holding your hand, Stanley told you how he felt and loved you. You were crying at his heartfelt confession and returned his feelings.

"We're gonna have to fill out so much paperwork."

"You could retire early."

You argue a bit with him for a little bit before taking the early retirement option just to convince your new lover.

You stay with Xeno while Stanley continues his tours, spending time with him over the phone and when he's not deployed.

When you wake up to the stone world, you get to put to use your previous military expertise without the worry of ranking due to the current lack of government( Xeno accidentally overheard y'all having some private activities over communication lines he never forgets to announce himself afterward)

When the second Petrify beam hits everyone, you end up being leveraged on Xeno as well and probably would be the other option to be on the moon mission team

It would probably cause an argument between you and Stanley, you would still do the astronaut training with them holding on to some false hope that you could convince him to stay.

Regarding the final day before launch, you sat away from everyone, drinking quietly. Stan came and joined you, taking the drink out of your hands so you wouldn't drown in the thoughts behind the cup.

He runs his hands down your shoulder, telling you how much he loves you and about your good moments together. You break down in his arms, and the both of you spend the night with each other.

You send him off the next day with no regrets and hope in your heart that he'll return home to you safely, no matter how long it takes.

"And by the time you get home, you'll have a bigger family waiting for you." You say to yourself, holding your abdomen.

[bloodchapell]

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.

[novice-comics]

Heat Rises alternate scene