#pre petrification

[zenin10573]

Y’know, I was thinking about writing another part to the fic with Stan x a super girly girl! Imagine Xeno’s shock when Stanley comes over, and now he is accompanied by a ray of sunshine. Meanwhile, Stan is still reeling from what she did to that guy. IMAGINE THE CHAOS! >:3

“Is something the matter, Stanley?” Xeno looked curious; his usually composed friend was staring at his sandwich instead of eating it for lunch.

It was the afternoon, and Stan had been acting odd all day. He seemed to be in deep thought. Something must have occurred while he was working on his experiments. Not only because of Stanley’s unusual behavior, but also because of an obvious bubble that had formed around them that seemed to repel other people. Even the usual “tough” kids acted as if they had the plague.

“Just met a really weird kid yesterday.”

Xeno let out a soft yet slightly worried chuckle.

“Well, they must be quite peculiar if you find them out of the ordinary. Care to elaborate?”

Stanley cleared his throat, finally looking up from his untouched meal.

“They beat up one of the held back seniors and beat my score on the range.”

Xeno tilted his head curiously. So, that was the context for their new plague bubble.

“That is quite peculiar. May I meet this irregularity?”

Stanley shrugged.

“If you want, we can visit them after school. They're our age, but they go to a different school. They stay around the same spots, though, it won’t be hard to find them.”

Similar to Stanley, Xeno was expecting someone tall and muscular, maybe edgy-looking. But registered the same shock when Stanley led him to a girly salon.

“Here we are.”

“And you’re sure this is the correct location?”

Stanley flicked a lollypop rapper into the garbage.

“I am sure.” He walked ahead, Xeno following behind. The inside was just as bright and girly as the exterior. Though since it was 3 PM, it was quite busy. Ladies were complaining, complimenting, and informing one another about the latest. A little overwhelming, especially with the pungent smells of care products and perfumes. Rebbeca smirked when she spotted Stanley.

“Wow! We have the sharp shooter back! You look more alive than how pale you were yesterday! Thought you saw a ghost and would never return!” The brunette leaned over the counter, chewing gum and twirling her hair. Susan walked up behind her.

“Now, now, let's not tease the young man yet. He seems to have brought a friend. Who might you be?”

Mrs. Cleave cleared her throat behind both of the ladies.

“Apologies for their behavior. Please ignore them. Welcome back.”

Now Xeno was genuinely puzzled. This seemed like a regular salon. Why would someone who broke a senior's nose spend their time here? Maybe hired security? But there wasn’t much crime. That’s when he saw her. A pretty-looking girl around their age, she wore a pastel pink apron reading “kiss the cook” over a white dress, which still had a common theme of pink. In one hand, she held a white plate with heart-shaped pink sugar cookies; in the other, she held oven mitts.

“Oh my! I wasn’t expecting you to return so soon!” She smiled sweetly, rushing over to hug Stan with her oven mitt holding arm, still balancing sugar cookies in the other.

“And a new friend! Welcome to the salon!” She hugged Xeno as well; she smelled of all sorts of cake ingredients.

“This is the girl who beat up the senior and beat my score.” Stanley chuckled.

Xeno looked surprised to say the least.

“Oh, Stanley! I just knocked the guy out; I didn’t beat him up. Now who wants sugar cookies?” She practically glowed with joy while Xeno looked horrified. The ladies behind the counter giggled at the interaction before being dragged back to work by Mrs. Cleave.

[Reader] ended up taking them to her room, which was about as pink as her clothes. The entire thing looked straight out of a dollhouse; it even included a center table with a pink tablecloth and many pastries.

“Come in! I need your critique on my baked goods!” Her voice was honeyed, and she led both of them to pastel pink seats that were shaped like flowers. Xeno was questioning his life decisions, while Stanley had adapted to the situation, just letting her drag him around.

“You one-shot a senior,” Xeno clasped his hands together, staring a hole into the center of the table as he sat on a pink flower pedal cushion.

She smiled and pointed to herself quizically, tilting her head.

“I suppose I did, though I did kick the guy first before the punch.”

Stanley just chuckled, having accepted his life.

“I heard a crack when she kicked the guy, pretty sure the guy’s ribs must have broken.”

She poked Stanley’s cheek with a pout.

“Who cares, I want you guys to try my pastries already and tell me your critiques.”

Xeno could not believe this girl; she was an unexplained phenomenon. How could a girl who seemed to spend her time baking have such raw strength and martial arts knowledge? [Reader] smiled sweetly, watching Stanley try her sugar cookies, then looked at Xeno expectantly. He went along with it. The cookies were quite good and sweet.

“Do you do any training?” Stan was curious; he twirled his lollipop absent-mindedly in one hand while eating the sugar cookie in the other.

“Well, I do Muay Tai!” She chimed, her smile brightening with their enjoyment of the sugar cookies.

“What is that?” Xeno had never heard of the martial art, though he didn’t know much about fighting; he knew there were types of it. He had been expecting something common.

“I have video tapes if you wanna see! Let me go get them! Enjoy the cookies!” She sped off.

When she returned with a TV on wheels and the tape, Stanley and Xeno were horrified. The fights were absolutely brutal. Broken bones, sprains, bruising, it was worse than the school fights. They didn’t even recognize her at first. In the uniform, she looked absolutely built with dense muscles; she had even broken a guy's jaw with her knee. [Reader] explained the moves with the same sweetness she used about the sugar cookies she had made.

This conversation was the beginning of her joining their duo and turning it into a trio, with the brains of Xeno, the sniper Stanley, and their martial artist [reader].

[lost-in-horrorland]

Snippet of Sugar Rimmed Margaritas (a Stanley Snyder x Fem!Hispanic!Reader)

Please do not use any of my writing to train AI, or post elsewhere.

Stanley held the door open, allowing Xeno to enter first, before casually walking in with one of his hands tucked into his pants pocket.

“Ey, Señor Snyder, you finally brought a friend today?” A friendly Hispanic young man teased as the friends walked up to the host stand. He grabbed two menus and waved them in.

“You make it sound like I have no friends, Miguel,” Stanley huffed, finding some amusement from the interaction with the younger man.

Miguel blinked innocently up at the tall blond before looking over at the silver haired male as he sat the menus down at a booth tucked in the far back of the restaurant. “Blink twice if he’s blackmailing you into being here with him. My tía will save you,” he said in an over exaggerated stage whisper.

“Will she now?” Xeno chuckled as he took his seat, an eyebrow raised in questioning as he watched Stanley flick the side of Miguel’s head.

“Stop talkin’ shit.”

Not the least bit deterred, Miguel leaned away from Stanley, as the blond took his seat on the other side, and leaned on the back of Xeno’s booth. “This pretty gringo would be too busy eyeing my tía to notice your escape.”

“Miguel, I don’t pay you to stand around. There’s people waiting to be seated!”

Stanley straightened up, his whiskey-brown eyes focusing on the source of the voice.

[saihua-corner]

she's being a little bitch to him again-

(my first attempt at making an animatic (?) thingy so Hua has an EN voice claim)

[the audio is originally from Arknights; from the character Ho'olheyak]

[kimium]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Summary:

One Shot. Pre Petrification (and some canon timeline).

Stanley finished his stretching and smoothed his uniform, frowning at his gloves. The fabric had twisted slightly and was clinging awkwardly. Pulling the fabric off, Stanley flexed his fingers, allowing the heat from his hands to escape. Slapping the gloves against his thigh, as though it would dislodge any dust or dirt from them, Stanley was about to put them back on when he caught Dr. Brody’s gaze, complete with a half-raised eyebrow. Stanley opened his mouth to tell Dr. Brody that, yes, smacking his gloves against his leg was a proven method of dislodging dirt and dust when the doctor spoke thoughtfully.

“I didn’t know you were married.”

Stanley has his wedding ring tattooed on his finger. OR: In where the Petrification event stops rumours about Stanley's love life from fully developing.

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Hello everyone!!! I thought this Dr. Stone fic would take me like 1-2 hours tops but oops it didn’t and I wrote more than expected. Honestly I really wanted to write at least One (1) fic with Stanley/Xeno because I really like that ship. I hope you all enjoy this quick little fic from me!

(Also, if you’re waiting for the next part in my 100/51 fic ft. Spanner don’t worry! I did start the next part and I shall try to get that out soon!)

[zenin10573]

Time for the promised Sai fic. I know I already did one, so I will be writing a kind of part two for that one <3

WHERE SAI FINALLY CONFESSES! Obviously, this took FOREVER! They both had graduated, and both worked as university teachers together. I would think everyone saw this coming, though it took literal YEARS with how shy Sai is. LETS GOOOO!

-Sorry if it’s kind of short

Sai paced back and forth in the hallway. It was late afternoon, bordering on evening with the setting sun. Come on, he had rehearsed over and over again. There was no backing out. Practice made perfect, so why was he so nervous? God, nothing felt right. He knew he would never be fully prepared, but he had to eventually. He could no longer just be her really close friend. For the first time in his life, he desired more, and unlike previous times, his heart wouldn’t allow him to settle. Warm orange rays streamed from the horizon, through the window, to the hallway outside the library where he paced. She would be here any minute, the girl who had somehow programmed his heart to race every time she smiled. [Reader]. His shining light. The only one who somehow seemed better than being alone with his laptop. The exception to his usual solitude. Though he could no longer classify his “usual” as being alone. Ever since she had come into his life, he had never felt alone. Everything reminded him of her, in a good way. Like a flower in bloom or a program functioning without a syntax error on the first try. And she would cheer on these accomplishments like they were big, like he mattered. How did it get to this point?

When he had first met her, he had assumed she wouldn’t even help him with their group project. Let alone talk to him.

“Hey! You must be Sai Nanami! I am [Reader]! Your study partner!” She smiled warmly, holding out her hand for a shake. It had been a hot afternoon, yet she had jogged up to him with excitement.

“O-Oh yeah, that's me.” She was very pretty. Especially that smile. That smile that had made his heart race since the beginning. So warm and exciting as if joy had become a person.

Ever since that day, she had become a permanent fixture in his everyday. Remembering things about him he had supposed didn’t matter. Taking care of him even when he thought himself useless. Assuring him with compliments that he had never thought would be directed at him. She had changed him. For the better. Even though he didn’t ask for it, even though he never wanted it. But now, he had this new ember in his heart that he could no longer smother because of her attentiveness that kindled it. Now, it consumed his heart. It made his heart race with her simplest actions. From handing him food to brushing hair out of his face. It made him feel warm and comforted with only a need for her presence. He had always wanted her, but now he felt like he needed her.

“You called for me?”

He looked up from his thoughts, stopping his pacing, and turned around. [Reader] stood with that same warm smile she had presented on the first day they ever met; now though, it had not just beauty but comfort that warmed his soul.

“Y-Yeah.” He twiddled his thumbs, struggling to make eye contact. His voice wavered.

“Do you need anything?” She tilted her head, still maintaining that smile, now with a teasing glint. Despite being 3 feet apart, he felt as if it were centimeters. Hopefully, she couldn't feel the heat radiating from his blush or hear his heart pounding in his chest.

“I-I need to tell you something!” He braced himself. There was no going back now.

“I like you! As more than just friends! And I want to be more!” A moment of silence stretched after his confession. He thought it would feel nerve-racking; yet it felt comforting, like a pressure releasing from his chest. But the nerves quickly returned.

“W-Well, that's it! That's what I wanted to say, and it's okay if you don’t want to! I just love you, and I want to be close, but if you don’t want to, we can stay friends and-” He did his usual quick hand motions, still quite flushed. But when he finally met her eyes, his sentence drowned in his throat. She was so beautiful in the sunset, warm rays dancing across her skin. She didn’t look shocked nor upset nor anything negative. In fact, she looked happy. Tears formed in her eyes.

“A-Are you okay?!” He was about to walk over, but instead she hugged him, burying her face in his neck. The happy tears warmed his skin.

“I accept. It took you long enough.” He could practically feel her smile against him. Hesitantly, his arms finally wrapped around her waist, hugging her back tightly, pent-up longing finally expressing itself. He was sure now, this was it. This was heaven. Only if he could bottle this feeling into lasting forever. This weightless happiness made all his worries, fears, problems, and pressure dissipate.

[zenin10573]

Oki! I have been doing fics for awhile then remebered I never elaborated on the first one I did with Xeno panicking over his bleeding out lover :3. And with my utmost reason (I basically got none) dreamed up how they probably met and why they are so close today :D. This is total fluff to make the Angst hurt even more 😭 <3

-This is set in Xeno’s 20s when he was juggling college and a NASA internship, so don’t be surprised if I make him sound tired AF. Plus, he doesn’t have Stanley cause he is probably in training right now.

-This will include Xeno’s first day, and I don’t know which college he would go to, so I just made up one in some big city, unlike the relatively rural living he had been experiencing beforehand.

It was cramped and loud the entire 9-hour drive here. It had been humid in that bus, not only humid but smelly, since the Bus windows couldn’t open. Especially since it was full of young adults. The first thing he would do when he found out his dorm was taking a shower. He felt nauseous. The exit was not better than when he got on the bus. The city was loud as hell. Traffic still blared despite having already arrived on campus, and he wasn’t the only one sick of that bus, it seemed. A guy shoved past him, throwing up into a trash can, nearly missing pavement. The smell did not help his own dizziness. He barely caught his stuff with the tumble. Luckily, everyone else seemed to file out of the bus like regular people.

After retrieving his schedule, which had all the classes he wanted, he made his way to the dormitory. The building was big; it resembled a hotel of sorts, just with what would be a lobby replaced with a sort of hangout. Room 402, apparently, roommates could be anyone, a girl or a guy. The carpet was clean and had a sort of swirl pattern, though it did look nice with the wallpaper. From what the pictures showed, the dorms were just wood floors and white walls, but they weren’t necessarily bad. It housed plenty of room for decor and furniture. His side would likely be a bunch of science stuff. Hopefully, his roommate wouldn’t be a slob. This was a prestigious college, so there was a possibility a parent could have paid their kid in even if they weren’t ready. Finally, he reached his dorm. A gold circular plate engraved “402” hung in the center of the wood. All he could do was hope that when he opened the door, a normal functioning human would be on the other side. The key clicked in with ease, then he turned and opened the door.

The room was white-walled and wood-floored as advertised, though a window centered the middle wall with a great view of an autumn oak and the campas below. There was furniture already provided, though it was only a simple desk, chair, and bed. At least it was efficient; it resembled a bunkbed with the top bunk being a bed, but the bottom bunk being replaced with a chair and desk. The other side of the room seemed to already have him roomate moved in. The furniture remained the same, though they seemed to have added a bit of decor centered on the ocean. He set down his things on his side, then looked over at the picture frame set on his roommate's desk. The picture was a group photo, showing a family photo on a beach with happy smiles. 3 children, a mother, and a father. They seemed to be having a beach day. He had never been to the beach before; it looked quite elegant. But it gave no hint of who his roommate was, though he had better chances that it was a guy, since ⅔ of the children in the photo were boys. Might as well get on with his shower. He would unpack the rest of his stuff after. He heard the campas had quite a library; he would love to see its collection.

Xeno did, in fact, see the library. After he had finished his shower, he had recovered enough energy to go to see the massive amounts of knowledge. Hair still slightly damp, he walked through the halls of books, it was still empty of people with the freshly started semester. It was an elegant collection, ranging from Greek literature all the way to the latest developments in chemistry. It also featured an astounding amount of rocketry and aerospace. Upon discovering this heaven, he got lost in the pages. Before he knew it, it was 5 pm. Crap. Xeno stared at the watch with a personal grudge; he had missed orientation. He should have set an alarm. Now he would just have to go back to the dorms. He hadn’t eaten anything except breakfast, and he was starting to experience the side effects.

What he wasn’t expecting? To arrive back at the dorms to find steak with rice and veggies!

A woman walked up to him as he entered and held up the plate, she was quite pretty.

“Hello, you must be my new roommate!” [Reader’s] voice was sweet and welcoming; it kind of reminded him of the southern hospitality he had liked at home.

“I made dinner, I thought we might want to get to know each other since we might be living together for years! So, we might as well get to know each other over dinner, shall we?”

Xeno was stunned; out of all the situations he had thought would occur, this was not on the list. Who would have expected to not only have a nice roommate, but a roommate who is welcoming enough to make dinner? And he really needed it.

“Thank you, I quite appreciate it.” He gladly took the plate from her hands, and they sat at their chairs (from their desks) and faced each other. This is what began a surprisingly deep and long conversation he had also not accounted for.

After this discussion, which had covered a number of subjects, including philosophy, education, personal life, and ambition, she took the dishes. It was 9 pm, quite late considering they had their first day of classes tomorrow. He had to admit, she was quite intriguing. Not only did they share many hobbies and interests, but she had lived a completely different life from his. Unlike being cooped up in a hometown, her family had lived on a ship sailing the world. She had been educated through her parents, who were retired high-degree scientists and engineers. Her two older brothers had already graduated from prestigious colleges and universities. One had even made a discovery that earned a reward.

“Nice meeting you Xeno! I am going to get ready for bed. You should do the same!”

He looked up from his thoughts.

“I suppose I should.”

Not unexpectedly, both became more than just roommates nor friends. The closest description of this relationship would be a symbiotic relationship. The morning started with coffee and breakfast, which [reader] would make and share with him in the cafeteria, both still in pjs. Afterward, they would review notes. Then they would get changed, go to their classes (which were the exact same), and get lunch together after. The evening was more studious until dinner, then bed. If this schedule was interrupted by the need for extra study hours, they both stayed up. Xeno often helped with cleanup after their meals and kept the dorm spotless in exchange for her cooking. Most people just assumed they were dating; it wasn’t quite wrong of them, either, [reader], and Xeno were practically dating with how they acted. Some students literally swore they saw [reader] hand-feed Xeno. Both had even gotten comfortable snuggling together. It quickly became the “ship” of the dormitory. Though it seemed neither acknowledged this. Until that night.

“You know, people think we are dating.” She looked up at him; she had her head resting on his shoulder. The coffee, which was cupped in her hands, wafted a nice smell through their dorm. It was now decorated with both science and ocean-themed posters and objects. Even a few new photos from their trips around campus.

“They do, don’t they?” He flipped a page in his book, the other hand resting against her waist. Though she couldn’t help but notice the slight blush that had suddenly dusted his cheeks. He kept his eyes glued to the informative text despite his heart suddenly skipping a beat.

[Reader] studied him; he was quite a handsome man, with soft silvery hair, black pearl eyes, and porcelain skin. She could admire his intelligence for hours as well. They had grown quite close. He was not only book smart but cunning. He could solve problems like an engineer and charm anyone with solid facts. How had he not been taken for so long? She had zero clue. To [reader] he seemed like an obvious catch. He looked so handsome, so focused on that scientific journal.

“Xeno,” she said his name softly, tentatively, she couldn’t wait anymore.

“Can I help with-” He looked up, his question was interrupted by a kiss on the lips.

She tastes sweet and warm, like strawberries. He barely registered her slipping the journal out of his hands and setting it aside, given how loud his heart was beating. She leaned closer, cupping his face. Now with both free hands, he held her waist, allowing her to do as she pleased.

After what felt like an eternity, she slowly pulled away, still staying inches apart, she opened her eyes first. He looked adorable with his eyes closed like that. He opened them eventually.

“That was elegant.” He looked up at her. His voice was deceptively calm for how fast his heart was racing.

[Reader] chuckled in response.

“Of course you’d say that.”

She was beautiful, inches apart from his face; he got to see her up close. Those eyes seemed filled with the curiosity he saw in himself when studying science. But also, something more, the same thing he was feeling right now.

This time, he pulled her in, into a deep, long-awaited kiss. This is what he wanted, this was who he wanted, and this is what he wanted from now on.

[saihua-corner]

"Take a look, take it in, savour it. The flavour of the life you pretend to live."

(Not ship!!!! Just Hua showing off to Xeno something he's always wanted to have lmao)