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Hi! I'm the anon that requested a while ago the Xeno/Stanley/jewel maker asexual. Loved the story you made for it, thank you so much ♡

If you feel like writing, my request would be Xeno and/or Stanley spending time with their gn!reader romantic partner, who's spending time in party or somewhere where there's a lot people. For a moment they get separated and then they find them being kissed and being far too close to someone.

Despite the smile and laugh reader does, the person is total stranger for them and trying to keep the stranger rather talking than kissing them. The reader is feeling very overwhelmed and silently pleading someone to get them out of the situation because they are afraid ro tell no and leaving is hard from the tight hug the stranger has them in and they don't want to resolve in violence.

After the intervention the reader would very much want to be more close to Xeno/&Stan and have more familiar closenes and affection after that unpleasant attention.

This request could be a follow up for the previous story but this can also be entirely it's own thing. I just wish to read Xeno and/or Stanley being protective over their romantic ace partner and soothe them calm with hugs and soft kisses ;w;

Am I happy with how this turned out? No not totally. However, I got it done and that's a good thing right?

Potential content warning for harassment

The car was silent. 

There were no words spoken, no music playing through the speakers, nothing. Just pure and tense silence. No one knew what to say, where to even start, or if they should have a discussion at all. It hadn’t been your fault, that much all three of you knew. But even still. Stanley did just beat someone near to death in front of so many people.  

The party had been going so well. You’d been having fun being out with the two of them, drinking and just being merry. But then you’d gotten separated, and someone had taken advantage of that. He’d pulled you aside, clung to you, and even kissed you without your permission. You’d tried to be calm and casual, tried to laugh off his actions as something done because he was totally inebriated. But no matter how hard you’d tried, he hadn’t wanted to let you go. 

You’d made eye contact with Stanley, who had been looking for you, from across the room. He’d seen the building panic in your expression and snapped, rushing to your aid and putting the other man practically through the wall. It was easy to forget how viciously protective he could be sometimes.

A long sigh breaks the silence that had been sitting between you all for the past several minutes. 

“Before you start-” Stanley speaks first, but gets cut off.

“Just what were you thinking?” Xeno asks. “There were better ways to handle that situation.” 

“Heat of the moment,” Stanley says, earning himself another long, frustrated sigh. Xeno hadn’t seen what happened, but he’d been made aware of it.

“Regardless, you should have known better,” Xeno says. 

“Yeah, I got it. I won’t do it again.” 

You stay quiet in the back seat, just staring out the window until the car parks at your apartment, and the three of you head inside. 

You get Stanley an ice pack for his bruising knuckles, moving around your shared space to keep yourself busy. You didn’t want to think about what had happened, or what could have happened, if someone hadn’t stepped in. Sure, it could have been handled non-violently, but at least you were safe. 

Stanley’s voice calling your name startles you a little. He was sitting on the couch, one arm thrown over the back of it while the other rested on one of your throw pillows. 

“C’mere,” He says, waving you over. You shuffle to his side, plopping down next to him when he pats the cushion next to him. He wraps the arm that was once on the back of the couch around you, and pulls you close. “You okay?” 

You hesitate to answer the question for a moment. Were you okay? The man from the party hadn’t harmed you in any way. At least, not physically. You weren’t bruised or even had a single red mark from where he’d been grabbing at you. All you really suffered was the unwanted kissing and invitations to “take this upstairs.” 

“I don’t know,” You admit softly. “I didn’t know what to do the whole time I just…” 

“It’s alright,” He presses a soft kiss into your hair. Featherlight, like he’s worried he’ll break you. 

“Thank you,” You murmur. 

“Anytime,” He says. You curl into his side, feeling safer than you had all night. Stanley was always good at helping you to feel secure. Another body drops on your other side, Xeno scooting close as well. 

Sandwiched between them, something new builds in your chest. The numbness that had been there before was fading into realization. You’d been scared. So scared. And now that you were home and safe and with the two people you loved most, your relief was flooding out of you. Tears form in your eyes, and though you try to will them away, they still fall down your cheeks. 

Xeno shushes you gently, Stanley hugs you closer. Neither of them tell you not to cry. 

“You know what I think?” Xeno asks. “I think we should get cleaned up, and get into bed.” Stanley nods in agreement, shifting so that he can stand. You’re pulled to your feet as well, and marched towards the bathroom. 

They don’t shower with you, mindful of the boundaries you’d placed at the beginning of your relationship, but once you’re done they tuck you in bed first with some snacks and a bottle of water before going and cleaning up and changing as well. 

While you wait, you think more about tonight, wondering if there was more you could have done. If you’d been more firm, maybe he would have left you alone. Maybe he wouldn’t have tried to force himself on you.

It wasn’t your fault. You had to remind yourself of that. You hadn’t asked for him to bother you, and you’d tried to direct him away when he started getting too friendly. The situation wasn’t on you, it was solely on him. 

Your loves join you in bed finally, each laying on opposite sides of you like always. They liked sleeping together like this with you, liked just getting to be close. It had taken some time for you to get comfortable with it, but now you weren’t sure you could sleep alone unless you absolutely had to. They never asked for more than what you offered. 

They let you pick whatever you want to watch on the little bedroom television, and the three of you just veg out together for a while. Stanley holds your hand in his bruised one, running his fingers lightly across your palm. Occasionally, Xeno presses a featherlight kiss to your shoulder or head. It’s soft, quiet affection that they give. Whispers of promises that no matter what, they were always there. Always by your side. Always willing to step in when you were scared.

I know this is cliche (i love cliche plots and details!!!) but what if xeno and stanley had partner who gets into an accident that leads them to have amnesia? Having no memory of themselve or who anyone is or where they even are like... everything is just weird, new and feels unfamiliar! Would you write stan and xeno trying to make their partner remember them again, to help them return their memories? (Write only if you have time and energy, this can wait as long as senku can count 💝)

I'm dying this is so sad and so sweet

It's bad enough that you were severely injured in a car accident. But add on the fact that you could barely remember your own name when you awoke in the emergency room, and you have two equally devastated men trying to figure out if they should mourn you or not.

After all, you didn't remember them.

There wasn't a single hint of recognition in your eyes when you saw them. You didn't know their names, nor that you'd been a part of a polyamorous relationship with them both.

But they have proof. Documents, pictures, videos, you name it. They bring you whatever you need to feel safe and comfortable with them around.

When you go home, the only place you can go is the home you shared with them. It's terrifying for you. You have no idea what's happening, or what to expect.

But Xeno and Stanley are gentle with you.

They tell you that the three of you used to sleep together in one bed, but they've set up the spare room so that you don't feel uncomfortable. They fill the kitchen with all the foods you all enjoyed together, and they take you to all the places you used to go.

The park, museums, even to Xeno's lab once or twice.

Stanley takes you to every physical therapy appointment, Xeno takes you to every neurologist. They both accompany you to general doctor visits, always waiting for you in the waiting room so no one thought you were being bullied into giving certain answers.

It's hard on them. It's hard on all of you. Everything feels so normal, yet none of it is familiar to you. You spend nights sobbing in your bed, begging your brain to just magically heal so that you could finally feel whole again. Sometimes it gets so overwhelming, you yell and shout at them only to collapse in a puddle of tears while one or both of them hold you.

But they don't give up on you. They don't throw their hands in the air and walk away. No, they love you. They swear it to you every day, even if you don't remember the past.

One night, you do something brave. You creep to the door to what used to be your shared room with them, and timidly ask if you can sleep with them. You tell them it might help to do something that was a more mundane kind of normal, and ask if they'll help you through what used to be your nightly routine.

It doesn't help the way you'd like. There is no flash of memory as the three of you shower together. No quick recognition when you allow them both to kiss you goodnight.

But for the first time, you feel properly normal. Curled between the two of them, with Stanley on your left closest to the door, and Xeno on your right, by the cracked window, you felt a little more complete.

read yours text of stan and nicotine addiction!!!! reminded me one comic i sae where stan smoke too quickly his fresh stash right away. xeno had not produced more so stan coped by kissing xeno to calm his nerves! how you headcanon stan coping his addiction?

Stanley hates every second of it

He has to keep himself busy

Especially his hands

Definitely finds things to chew on

Sticks, plants, you name it. If it's safe to have, it's between his teeth.

When the shakiness and anxiety that come with nicotine withdrawals start to get to him, he goes to Xeno

The two work together to help Stanley

It only takes four weeks at most for the human body to shake off nicotine withdrawals

So they only needed a temporary solution

They try making gum, but it doesn't work out

Xeno encourages Stanley to find things to do with his hands to help keep his mind busy

This ends with Stanley's hands in Xeno's a lot

"Just hold them still for me, it's easier."

Has definitely kissed Xeno more than once to soothe himself

Though, they have to be careful with this

Because Stanley can be a little aggressive when this happens

And the whole workday can be thrown into chaos when they inevitably end up too distracted to do anything else

Hi! This is my first time sending any kind of fic request to anyone, but do you think you could write something StanXeno where Stanley accidentally shoots himself?

So sorry if that's strange, I live for characters suffering. It sustains me like some kind of demon feeding off fear.

A 16 year old Stanley learns the hard way about a concept we like to call: The Bullet Fairy

Don't play with firearms, kids.

“Should you really be playing with it like that?” Xeno asks, frowning as Stanley twirls the pistol around his finger like some TV cowboy. 

“It’s fine, it’s not loaded,” Stanley says, flipping it around his finger again. “Plus it’s just a .22, it wouldn’t do much.” 

“Caliber of the bullet aside, you still haven’t checked the-” Xeno’s words are cut short by a loud pop and a yelp from the boy in front of him. 

Curse after curse spills from Stanley’s mouth, the gun quickly being abandoned so that he can drop and inspect his foot with shaky hands. Xeno dives forward to join him, helping to take his shoe and sock off so that they can both get a look at the damage. 

“This is why I said to check the magazine,” Xeno says. “Now you’ve gone and shot yourself.”

“Oh shut up!” Stanley snaps, maintaining a surprising amount of calm despite the situation. “Shit, you’re gonna have to take me to the hospital.” 

Xeno frowns. Him? Drive? Stanley knew perfectly well that he didn’t have his license yet, and wasn’t scheduled to take the test for it for another few weeks. If they got pulled over, they’d be in serious trouble- emergency or not. 

But on the other hand, an ambulance was an extremely expensive call to make. Stanley’s parents would kill the two of them once that bill came in the mail. 

“Alright,” He says, feeling a bit hesitant. It wouldn’t be his first time behind the wheel, as he’d been preparing for a while, but even still. The whole drive, though short, is nothing short of nerve wracking.

The hospital staff are quick to help them when they arrive. They stick Stanley in a wheelchair, and sweep him off into the Emergency Room, with Xeno on their tails. He wasn’t going to leave his boyfriend alone to deal with all this, even if it was Stanley’s fault in the first place for not being smart and checking the magazine and chamber for stray bullets. 

He tries to convince the doctor not to call either of their parents, but since they were both still minors, his pleas go ignored. 

“My dad’s gonna kill us,” Stanley groans, a little high off the low level pain meds they have him on. The bullet, thankfully, had been easy to remove. 

“It will be alright, Stan,” Xeno says, taking Stanley’s hand in his and pressing a kiss to it. His partner groans again, curling his nose in fake disgust. “At most, I’m sure we’ll just get a lecture.”

“I’d rather just shoot myself again.”

“Not funny, Stanley.”

Hi! Would you like to write reader trying to arrange a nice romantic free day for Stanley and Xeno? Those two are so workaholics (especially Xeno with his eye bags!!!!) that I bet they rarely have a full free 24 hour day to relax and the reader just wants to do their best to get those two have at least one 👏work👏free👏day!

Love your writings and wishing the day treats you well 🌸

They need a vacation (and so do I)

It takes you several days, but finally, you manage it. You get up earlier than Stanley. 

He’d always been an early riser, up no later than 5:30 AM every day in the old world, but in the stone world, he’d been getting up even earlier. Sometimes, before the sun even considers rising. 

But not today. Today, he was still in bed when you wiggle free of him and Xeno and scurry as quietly as you can from the bedroom and into the living space of your tiny home. 

They’d been so terribly exhausted, the weight of building a whole colony sitting on both of their shoulders. But it was time the rest of those who lived in this compound with you pulled more of their own weight. So they were staying home today. They didn’t know it yet, but you were going to make sure it happened. 

You  had it all planned out. You were going to make them breakfast in bed, then you were going to talk to them about your worries about their overwork, and inform them that they had the day off. You’d already talked to Brody, and he had been more than happy to step up to keep things in order for today. There was nothing for Xeno and Stanley to worry about. Anything that came up could wait until tomorrow, and if it truly couldn’t, then you’d let them go.

Thankfully, the door doesn’t make a single sound as you slip through it and out into the pre-dawn dimness. The apartments in the living quarters didn’t have individual kitchens, so you were going to have to make a run for the one downstairs, where the dining hall was. If Stanley woke up and found you gone, he’d worry. And if he worried, Xeno would worry, and the next thing you knew, you’d have both of them tearing the colony apart looking for you. 

The kitchens are quiet, since the only people awake other than you were the guards along the perimeters of the colony. No one would be in here to begin preparing to feed everyone else for at least another hour, if not longer.

You had to be careful here, though. Wasting food could get you in trouble, even if you were one of Xeno’s partners, so you’d have to make something simple and easy. 

You work quickly, gathering everything you’d need and setting about your task at making breakfast for your exhausted lovers who were hopefully still asleep a few floors above. You try to ignore how much the sun has risen by the time you’re done, as well as the dirty looks the designated cook shoots at you when you burst out of the kitchen with the food you’d just made.

You take the stairs back up two at a time, chest heaving with hard pants. It had taken so much longer than you’d planned, and there was absolutely no way both of them weren’t up and wondering where you’d gone. 

Entering the apartment is a bit of a louder affair than when you’d left, the door swinging open startling Xeno who was, in fact, awake and had been standing in the living space. Stanley was nowhere to be seen, but you can hear the sound of water running through the rudimentary pipes, so you think he must be bathing.

“Darling,” Xeno says, approaching you with a smile. “There you are.”

“I was hoping to be back sooner,” You say, a pout sliding onto your expression. He chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of your face. 

“It’s alright. I take it this is for us?” He asks, hands reaching for the containers of food in your hands.

“Yeah. It was supposed to be given to you in bed, but I guess I missed my chance for that,” You say. Xeno hums, opening the containers to take a look inside. 

“Can I ask why it was so important to serve it in bed?” He asks, closing them and heading to the tiny countertop to help you dish out everything onto the clay dining plates. 

“I just…wanted you and Stan to have a chance to relax for a day. You’ve both been working so hard, and I can tell it’s been really rough on you both,” You mumble, face flushing a bit at the admission. Xeno pauses in his movements, head turning so that he can look at you. 

“Is that so?” He murmurs, more to himself, you think, than to you. Regardless, you nod a bit shyly. 

Xeno takes a breath, as if about to speak, when a pair of hands slip around your waist, Stanley’s weight pressing into your back, lips against your neck. His hair was still wet, and you could smell the soap on him. 

“What am I missin’?” He asks, his accent slipping from his lips just slightly. 

“It seems all three of us were on the same page, and somehow didn’t even realize it,” Xeno says. You look at him with surprise, eyebrows raising. 

“Yeah?” Stanley hums, pressing another kiss to your neck, then to your shoulder.

“Mm. Our darling was so worried about how much we’d been working, that they wanted to surprise us with a day off,” Xeno says. 

“Hah. And here we were, thinkin’ they needed a break,” Stanley chuckles. 

It clicks in your head finally. All of you had been working hard. All of you had been paying more attention to each other than yourselves. 

A laugh bubbles out of you, your head shaking. 

“What is it they say about great minds?” You tease, grinning. 

“They think alike. And I do believe it’s true,” Xeno says, shuffling closer to the two of you. One of Stanley’s hands release you, reaching instead to grab at Xeno and pull him into the shared embrace. 

“I had so many things planned for us today,” You say, squirming free so that you can start taking the plates of food to the small dining table the three of you had, the two of them following after you with utensils and cups of water. 

“Like what?” Stanley asks. 

“Breakfast in bed, some time by the water, oh-I found this little patch of grass just outside the borders of the colony that looked like it had some great flowers that we could collect to make more natural dyes,” You recount your admittedly vague plans, both lovers listening intently.

“I was hoping to test some modifications I made for Stanley’s rifle,” Xeno hums. “Perhaps we can squeeze that in between swimming and flower collecting.” 

“ ‘s long as I get to take a nap at some point today, I don’t give a shit what we do,” Stanley says, shoving food in his mouth with little celebration. 

“We all need extra sleep,” Xeno says. 

“Let’s take a blanket or something when we go look at the flowers,” You say. “We can pack a whole picnic or something, and nap together under the clouds.” 

“That sounds perfectly elegant, darling.”

“I’ll make sure we have our new fancy stone world sunscreen, otherwise Xee might just die.” 

“Stanley, please, my skin is not that sensitive-”

“You were a lobster for a week after the first time we went to the beach back in the old world. You need sunscreen.”

Hi! I really enjoy your style to write and the thoughts of Dr. Stone you share with us! I especially love the idea of mythological creatures being real in Stone World!

I was rewatching Dr. Stone and noticed something in the episode where Stanley shoots the gun while Xeno watched and Stan didn't hit the target perfectly in the middle. Xeno just talked happily while Stanley observed the gun like searching a fault in the weapon itself in dissappointment until he noticed the tobacco plant.

That reminded me that during nicotine withdrawal some people may experience shaky hands and I'm just head-canoning that he's so depending on it that he isn't in his best aim without it and even after a long pause still feels the effect so Xeno assumes this is the case and that's why he guides Stanley how to make tobacco.

I haven't found others talking about this or I might have missed that entirely since that episode came out a while ago but I can't stop thinking about this detail.

To the actual request, if you have time and like the idea, would you write Xeno dealing with Stanley when he is experiencing strong withdrawal symptoms that messes up his work flow and is very dissapointed and harsh to himself about it but Xeno intervenes and confronts him?

Take your time if you decide to put this on your work pile! Wishing your weekend treats you well! ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

This actually catches me at the best possible time, since most of the requests I've been working on are finished and in my queue to come out over the next couple of days.

So, here's the thing about quitting smoking suddenly from someone who's done it. It sucks. You get shaky and irritated (among other things), and even though the withdrawal eventually fades, it's miserable while it's happening.

I'm not sure this is totally what you asked for, but I had fun with it

"Dammit!"

Xeno halts mid-step, head turning to find Stanley glaring at one of the targets made to keep his skills sharp. It was late, the soldier should be preparing for bed, not lingering out here while the sun continues to fall.

"Stanley," Xeno calls, noting immediately how stiff his friend gets. Stan glances over, an unhappy expression pressed into his normally calm face.

"...hey."

"Are you alright?" Xeno asks.

Stan doesn't respond, looking away again. His gaze lands on the target in front of him. Xeno glances at it as well, frowning a bit when he notices that not a single bullet hit the center, as they always used to.

"I see." Stanley hadn't needed to say anything for Xeno to understand. "Withdrawals?"

"Guess so," Stanley tucks his hand into his pocket, letting out an annoyed huff when he doesn't find the cigarettes he was still so used to having on him at all times.

"It won't be for much longer. The human body only takes up to four weeks on average to reorient after ceasing intake of nicotine," Xeno says. "You've been doing quite well."

"Well?" Stanley asks, turning to look at him. "I'm doing well?"

"Are you not?"

"Xeno, I can't fuckin' aim," Stanley's accent slips from him as he loses hold of his calm. "My hands won't stop shakin', I can't sleep, and my fuckin' head hurts all the time! I'm useless like this!"

Xeno reels back a little, eyebrows furrowing.

"Why did you not say something? I could have been more helpful to you," Perhaps it's a bit selfish, but Xeno can't help feeling a bit hurt that his potential to give aid had been overlooked. Stanley lets out an annoyed noise, scrubbing a hand over his face.

"Because it's not your problem," He says, earning himself a hard look.

"It very much is," Xeno says.

"Xen-"

"You are my oldest friend and greatest companion, how could I not be affected by your struggles? It may not be my addiction, but your problems are, have, and always will be my problems." He leaves no room for argument, though with how Stanley's spine straightens and his eyes narrow, he knows the man is certainly ready to try.

"And, if I may add," Xeno continues, before Stanley can open his mouth. "You are the farthest thing from useless. You are the most competent person besides me in this wretched little place. I would not be able to do anything if it wasn't for you. Shaking hands, or not."

Stanley lets out a hard breath, his shoulders loosening a little as he takes in Xeno's words, mentally digesting them and allowing for them to calm his stirring mind.

"Yeah, alright," Stanley mumbles, turning back to the target. He lifts his hand, holding the revolver as steady as his hands would currently allow (which, Xeno admits to himself, isn't much), and pulls the trigger.

The bullet hits the target dead center.

"Getting better already," Xeno teases, earning himself a huffed out chuckle.

Xeno allows himself to get closer to his companion, eyes scanning Stanley's body as the man reloads the gun and starts back at his practice. It's not just his hands that shake, but his knees and breathing as well. Stanley was certainly doing his best, but he still had a long way to go before his body accepted this new state of being.

His eyes catch something nearby. A familiar plant.

The sight of it makes Xeno frown. The moment Stanley caught sight of it, he'd want it. More than anything else, he'd want the naturally growing tobacco to feed the habit he was doing his hardest to fight.

The target pings when a bullet goes astray, just barely hitting it on the very edge, and Xeno decides not to say anything.

For now, anyway.

For some reason I'm craving Stanley pampering and taking care of Xeno and Reader after they had a little accident with Xeno's latest science project just before Stanley returns to the lab.

(I don't know why but I'm just seeing Stanley as a very caring like mothery like person ;w;)

Stanley "Loverboy" Snyder is genuinely the best at taking care of his partners, let me tell you why

He's very patient and understanding when it comes to these kinds of things

He's been hanging around Xeno for a long time at this point, he's no stranger to chemistry-based accidents

Nor is he a stranger to accidentally getting shot because the gun Xeno made has misfired

Again.

So when he walks in, and finds that, somehow, you two have managed to do both

He just

Sighs

And accepts his fate

"Alright. What the hell happened?"

Absolutely no judgement from him at all as the two of you hastily explain

He nods along, taking in every word

Then he throws one of you over one shoulder, and carries another under his other arm, and carts you both off home to be taken care of

At no point does he act like any of this is a burden or hassle in the slightest

He actually really likes getting to care for you two

It makes him feel a little less like a machine built only for war and violence

He keeps his voice low and level, remaining calm even if one of you is in tears (not that Xeno would ever admit to crying)

Lots of kisses

Kisses on the face

Kisses on the injured body parts

Kisses just because

Will take care of the worst of the injuries first, then the lesser ones

But he will treat all of them as equally important

Scolds the two of you a little bit, but you can tell he's not actually angry

"Seriously, you two have got to be more careful. I can't keep doing this."

A lie

He'd do this all day if you asked him to

Once you're both treated, he'll insist you stay home the rest of the day so he can keep an eye on you

Will! Not! Light! A! Cigarette!

Even if you insist it's okay

Even if he really wants one

He won't do it

"It's not good for you to inhale secondhand smoke, you know."

The look Xeno gives him when he says that will never fail to make you crack up laughing

Will help you both bathe, if needed

Hell, even if it's not needed

He likes the intimacy of showers with his lovers, and this is the perfect excuse to do it

Times like this are the only times Stanley will cook

He's not bad at it, he's just not as good as Xeno, so he prefers to leave it to the other man

However, you two are hurt, so he's going to take care of it

He's going to take care of you

He's going to take care of everything

Thinking about Dr. Stone first episode where the students asked who they would save if they had to choose between 2 options and Senku was like "I'll save everyone".

What if reader had a situation like that where the other one dies permanently and they had to choose between Stanley and Xeno without option to save both of them?

How do you think Stanley would react to being saved over Xeno and the same if it was instead Xeno who was saved?

Would they be angry for reader? Would they be able to still look at them in the eyes? How would they cope after this awful event?

First of all:

Rude. I'm crying now.

Second of all:

Neither of them will handle it well. While there is a logical understanding that you did what you had to do, neither Xeno nor Stanley every truly recover.

Stanley very quickly becomes a shell of his former self when he loses Xeno. Just drifting through the world, mind and heart numb. He can't bring himself to be happy anymore. He falls into the deepest of depressions, never to fully return to his senses.

Xeno becomes dangerous. Losing Stanley breaks something in him that no one can fix. If you thought he was a madman before, he practically throws himself off the metaphorical cliff straight into the deep end when Stanley dies.

There would be no real anger with you for what happened, they would both be smart enough to know that it wasn't truly your fault.

There is a high chance, if left to their own devices, one will follow the other to the other side. The only thing that could stop them, would be if you were romantically involved with the two of them when this happened. If that's the case, there is a chance they would both form a borderline obsession with your safety.

Neither of them would want to lose another partner. Not again. And they would both go to some pretty extreme lengths to avoid ever having to watch you die like the other one did.

hey hey! i adore your work and i know you get a lot of stanxeno/reader requests but….if you’re willing to and comfortable with the topic, could you write a stanxeno/fem reader fic about the reader being someone who struggles really hard with depression? maybe struggling with getting out of bed frequently as a focal point? lack of pleasure in doing things, self care, and motivation in general could be some other topics. if you’re not comfortable with this, i completely understand! thank you ❤️

Bold of you to assume I don't want to continue doing StanXeno x Reader stuff okay I'm in love with them

Based entirely on what I need when I get like this

xFem!Reader

"Ow-"

"Sorry, sorry. You have a knot back here."

Stanley runs the brush through your hair again, more careful this time. Once the knots are cleared and the brush slides through your hair with ease, he drops it onto the table and grabs a hair-tie.

"I'm braiding it today," He says with full confidence, though you're not sure he actually knows how to braid hair.

"Okay," You mumble. Stanley goes slowly, muttering curses whenever your hair slips from his fingers. He had the general movements down, but even without a mirror you could tell it was going to be a mess.

But Stanley liked doing it, so who were you to stop him? It made your life a little easier on days like this.

"You should spray water on it," Xeno's voice comes from somewhere nearby.

"Shut it, I've got this," Stanley says, not even looking over his shoulder at the other man. "I can do it."

The hair tie snaps when Stanley tries to wrap it around his poorly-done braid, pulling more curses from him when it makes you flinch.

"Sorry, baby," He says, grabbing another hair tie and quickly finishing your hair. He leans down to press a kiss the back of your neck before moving around the chair and pulling you to your feet.

You're marched into the living room, where Xeno was placing a plate filled with an assortment of little food items on the small coffee table.

"I made a few protein options," He says. "As well as some fruits and vegetables. It isn't much, but you need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry," You say, plopping onto the couch.

"I know you aren't, my love," Xeno says. "But you must eat anyway. You haven't had anything since last night, and it is passing noon now."

You stare, dead eyed, at the food in front of you. It looks good, and you knew Xeno was a good cook, but you didn't have the desire to eat. Just the idea of picking up the fork felt like a Sisyphean task.

As if reading your mind, Xeno kneels next to you, and picks up the fork himself.

"You don't have to feed me," You say, guilt creeping in.

"I know," He repeats, stabbing the fork into a piece of egg and passing it to your lips. "But you are struggling, and I want to help."

It's hard to swallow, your throat closing up as tears threaten your eyes.

You hated this. Hated being like this.

It had taken both of them just to get you out of bed an hour ago, and now Xeno was insisting to feed you out of concern that you wouldn't do it yourself.

Loving you could be such a burden. You wonder why they stay.

As Xeno presses bits of food into your mouth, Stanley moves furniture around. He steals pillows from your shared bed, pulls blankets from where they're stored, and carefully crafts a little fort for you in the small living area. Xeno fusses at him at least once, lecturing him on the stability, but Stanley waves him off.

"We do this all the time," He says. "I know how to make it."

All the time. It really was all the time, especially now that the world was turned to stone and you no longer had access to medication or real therapy. You really were burdensome, weren't you?

Xeno doesn't force you to clear the plate. Once he's satisfied enough with what you've managed to stomach, he cleans everything and sends you into the fort where Stanley was already waiting to wrap you in blankets to make a little you-shaped burrito.

"Too tight?" He asks after tucking you under the soft material. You shake your head, earning a pleased hum and short nod.

You're left to take a nap, while they busy themselves around your little home, staying with you instead of going out and doing their usual work within the colony.

Stanley nudges you awake after about an hour, pulling you from the fort to have some water and lay on the couch instead, your head in Xeno's lap and feet in Stanley's.

Xeno talks at you about whatever he's been working on recently, letting you look at the papers with all his notes and thoughts on them as he does. Stanley rubs his hands over your legs, massaging your muscles with careful fingers and occasionally chimes in as well.

They move you again after another while, this time sitting you at the table with a tiny plate of more food while they work together to clean up the fort from this morning.

It felt like such a waste, but if you dared to look at the clock Xeno had made, you'd see it was already getting to be evening. Time moved so weirdly when you were deep in the storm of your depression. Hours had felt like minutes, and minutes had felt like years.

At some point, you're stripped of the blanket you'd been wrapped in all day, and marched to the bathroom where Xeno carefully undoes your braid and brushes your hair back out while Stanley prepares a bath. It takes some doing, as the piping in the colony was still technically under development, but eventually your clothes are pulled off and you're dragged under a stream of warm water, though you really just stand there and let your mind swim in guilt at having to be so thoroughly mothered like this by your lovers.

You lose track of whose hands are whose when they run soap across your body and in your hair, their voices melding together in streams of idle chatter and whispered worries.

By the time you're cleaned, dried, and in fresh clothes, it's somehow time for dinner. Xeno makes more finger foods for you, and smaller meals for himself and Stanley so you don't feel left out.

"I'm sorry," You mumble, staring blankly at the plate in front of you.

"Whatever for, love?" Xeno asks.

"Being so hard to take care of."

"You're not hard," Stanley says without an ounce of hesitation. "And even if you were, it wouldn't matter."

"You shouldn't have to give up your whole day just because I can't get my shit together," You say, the built up guilt finally spilling out of you. "I feel like I'm nothing but an awful burden to you, anymore."

"Stanley and I have been at your side for long enough to understand that your brain's chemical imbalance hinders your ability to function normally without proper treatment, which we currently do not have access to," Xeno says.

"But-"

"No buts, little lady," Stanley says, raising a hand to silence you. If you were feeling more...yourself, you'd giggle at how his accent slips out on the word lady. "It's our job to take care of you when you don't feel good. Like you would if it was one of us."

You sigh, somehow deflating even more. Once the heavy fog lifted, you'd realize that they were right. That if it was one of them with your disorder, you'd give everything you had to keep them afloat.

You weren't a burden to them because they loved you, and that would never change.

I need more XenoStan x reader. Like more highschool sweethearts. I love them so much!!!

Are we....soulmates?

When I was in high school, I used to go on dates to the roller rink all the time. And I just. Imagine with me, please.

Stanley is like a newborn deer at first, and Xeno refuses to even put the skates on.

And you?

You're so good at it.

You hold Stanley's hands and help him get settled on his feet, cheering when he finally gets the hang of it. Xeno pouts from the table where all your stuff is, wanting to join you but also not wanting to break is ankles.

Stanley eventually coaxes him into it, and the three of you go around and around all holding hands. Xeno is the reason you fall at least twice, but you're all okay. A little bruised, maybe, but you're laughing, Stanley is laughing, and Xeno (though red faced) is also laughing.

At some point, the boys take a break and leave you to skate on your own. They were originally going to sit and have some water and overpriced concession food, but they get distracted just watching you.

You might not be as good as some of the others in the rink with you, all zooming around like it was their job. But you'd clearly had enough practice to look natural, and something about that was mesmerizing,

Maybe it was the lights, maybe it was the music, neither of them really know for sure. They just lean on the other side of the wall, and watch you.

sigh.. recently got into stanxeno x reader.. more so stanxeno x reader where it's like.. highschool sweethearts yadda yadda.. sobs.. ..can i have even just hcs i am this desperate . (also if i forget to unanon this pretend you dont see what account this is because im an rp blog)

(not me being lowkey jealous of you being an rp blog I haven't done something like that in so long-)

StanXeno x Reader as high school friends turned sweethearts is everything to me, I am more than happy to indulge you.

You end up standing up for Xeno in the beginning of your freshman year when he's being bullied by your friends

They all roll their eyes and turn their noses up and tell you that he's a loser who isn't worth your protection.

You've gone to the same school as him your whole life

You just never ran in the same circles, so you never got to really talk to him before

But even still, you argue that he's actually pretty cool, and didn't they know he was your friend too?

Yeah, you totally hang out all the time when you aren't with them

Oh, prove it? Um, well, uh-

"He builds rockets!" You shout it after a quick, panicked scan, where you see a NASA pin on his backpack.

"We-we were even planning on setting one off this weekend!" You add, face burning with mild embarrassment.

You just hoped you weren't making things worse.

A teacher ends up breaking everything up, and sending you all on your way

After rushing out an apology, you practically run from him.

Your friends refuse to let you sit with them at lunch, leaving you flailing for somewhere else to go that wasn't already full

That's when a hand grabs your elbow, startling you.

Stanley Snyder, objectively the most beautiful boy in your grade, is who stands there.

"Sit with us," He says, giving you a little tug.

You let him drag your bewildered form away from the table of scowling former friends, all the way to the other side of the lunchroom.

Xeno looks up from his lunch when Stanley drops his stuff onto the table and sits across from him.

You hesitantly join them, sitting to the right of Stanley, just off from being directly across from Xeno

When you ask why they invited you to sit with them, Xeno raises an eyebrow and says, in the most casual way possible,

"We're friends, aren't we?"

You flush, but you don't argue.

You had been the one to make that claim

And never once, in the days that follow, do you regret it

You do, in fact, set off a small rocket that weekend

You find out, about a year and a half later, that that had been the day Xeno fell in love with you.

Stanley's affection came soon after, since you started spending every day with the two of them

There is an intense Mario Kart battle between the two of them that you don't know about that decides who gets to kiss you first

(Xeno won, though Stanley insists he threw the match on purpose)

I think I'm funny and that's all that matters

StanXeno x gn!reader

In which the American colony is extremely confused about what exactly is going on with their leader and his right and left hand people

Warnings: language, smoking, general confusion over polyamory, suggestive, definitely some ooc-ness happening here

You're lazing in bed, Xeno's body covering yours, head resting on your chest while you play with his hair when you first hear of the confused rumors making their rounds through the colony. 

It's Stanley who tells you, strutting into the room and throwing himself down onto the bed next to you. He presses a kiss to your cheek and Xeno's head, cuddling up to your side. 

"I overheard some of the others yellin' earlier," He says. His words make Xeno groan and bury his face deeper into your chest. 

"Over what now?" He asks. 

"Us," Stanley huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he remembers the conversation he'd heard. 

"What about us?" Xeno asks, sitting up onto his elbows to look at Stanley's grinning face. 

"No one seems to realize that the three of us are together," Stanley says. "They all think we're dating each other." 

"We are though," You say, eyebrows furrowing. 

"They think we're a pair and a third wheel. They can't seem to agree on who the pair is." 

A hand covers your mouth, laughter exploding out of you as Stanley continues to explain what was being whispered about under all your noses. 

Apparently, it had started when you had given your okay for one of the colonists to undertake a project in Xeno's stead. He'd supposedly made a comment about your ass when you walked away, and Charlotte had jumped to your defense, claiming you to be Stanley's spouse. 

Which had another person claiming that it was actually Xeno who was your lover, and a third who swore it was Stanley and Xeno who were in the relationship. No one had considered for a moment that all of the options could be correct at once. 

Though, you had to give Charlotte credit, you were legally married to Stanley in the old world for the military benefits, even though the three of you had always considered yourselves spouses to each other and at one time had rings to match. 

“That’s the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” You say through your laughter. Stanley joins in your amusement, snorting out another chuckle of his own as the moment hits him yet again. Xeno, however, remains quiet. Contemplating, for a moment, what to do next. 

“Shall we run an experiment?” He asks, rolling onto your other side so that he and Stanley now have you sandwiched between them. 

“Oh?” You lean into him, silently encouraging him to continue. 

“I believe our colony is suffering from lack of basic information gathering and observational skills. I would not call our love for each other overly subtle at all, and yet it appears they have all collectively missed the mark. What’s say we test how long it takes before someone finally puts the pieces together?” Xeno says, tapping at his chin thoughtfully. “Though, I worry that this experiment may never end unless we make ourselves significantly more obvious.”

“What are the parameters? There has to be a way we can accurately measure people’s understanding of what’s happening,” You say. Xeno hums thoughtfully. 

“I'm not sure,” He says. “I'll admit, psychological experiments are not where my expertise lies.” 

“Let’s just fuck with them.”

You and Xeno both look at Stanley, who’s lit a fresh cigarette. 

“Being openly affectionate with each other could encourage more conversation, which would be the best way to gather their thoughts. Perhaps we could also make an anonymous poll and log their answers on a weekly basis,” Xeno says, already making mental calculations.

Xeno and Stanley said two very different things, but are so clearly on the same page. You can tell they’ve known each other for a very long time. It almost makes you a little jealous. Almost. 

-

The colony explodes with rushed questions and confused conversations. A large sheet of paper had been hung in the dining area asking people to vote on who they thought was in a relationship with who, with three options. 

You and Stanley.

You and Xeno.

Xeno and Stanley.

No one knew who made it, or who put it up. It had no name, no one recognized the handwriting, and not a single one of the three of you seemed too interested in it. At most, it got a raised eyebrow from Xeno, but little else. You and Stanley barely even looked at it. 

By the end of the first day it was posted, there were equal votes between the pairings.

-

Luna’s face was burning hot, her whole body shaking as she tried to be as silent as possible so as to not get caught. Which was seriously hard considering what she had just walked in on.

Stanley had you against a wall, your legs around his waist, his lips pressing seriously hot kisses into yours.

She was going to be haunted by the noises you two were making for weeks.

-

“My love, if you would,” Xeno’s words make Brody jump a little. The man watches you flit from the other side of the room to your great leader’s side, pressing close to him. 

Xeno hands you something, catching you in a quick kiss before sending you off to do whatever task he’d assigned. 

“I’ll be right back,” You say, earning yourself a hum. 

“Do hurry, I miss you far too much when you’re gone,” Xeno says, making you grin and your cheeks flush a nice pink. 

“Flatterer,” You coo, already heading towards the door. The look you flash Brody as you pass him is downright mischievous, leaving the engineer wondering just what exactly he was missing here.

-

Xeno’s chest heaves with heavy pants, his hand swiping over his mouth to remove the lipstick that Stanley had smeared over him before another colonist had wandered into the room without knocking to get Xeno’s opinion on something. 

Stanley narrows his eyes at the poor fool, who stares at them with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. 

“Get out.” Stanley hisses, “Xeno’s fucking busy.” 

“Yes sir!” 

-

Your little experiment goes on for weeks. The poll gets changed out on a regular basis in order for Xeno to note how things do or don’t change based on whether you all are caught being affectionate with each other. However, it spurs something none of you had expected. A new rumor rushes through the colony, one that was far less fun or interesting. 

“I think they’re all cheating on each other with each other.” 

You’re the one to hear that one, whispered hurriedly between Luna and Charlotte as you walk by to meet with Xeno for an update on some issues with the cows you’d been looking into. Both the young women look at you with wide eyes before scattering when they realize you’re standing nearby. 

Well, that wasn’t good. 

You spend the day thinking about it, about how quickly that had spread, and how it could affect the morale of the colony. If people thought Xeno wasn’t a faithful partner, his abilities as a leader could come into question. Not only that, but one of the reasons people still followed Xeno was because he was genuinely likeable. If resentment towards him started to creep around due to rumors of him being a part of some affair, things could take a turn for the worse. Sure, it may be a bit of a stretch, but it still worries you nonetheless. 

It’s still on your mind when you walk into the lab the next day, where Xeno and Stanley wait for you along with several other colonists. You wonder how they don’t feel the weight of the tension in the room when you enter. 

A frown presses into your face. The dissent you worried about was already growing; you were going to have to end the experiment. And if Xeno’s expression told you anything, he was thinking the same.

-

The truth comes out by elaborate design.

It starts with someone ‘finding’ the weeks of collected polls in one of Xeno’s storage cabinets after he sent them to get something else for him. After that, you make a comment about your husbands, making sure to carefully enunciate the plurality of the word, during a conversation. The final blow comes during dinner one night. 

You enter the dining hall, where a majority of the colony was gathered for their evening meal, and head straight to where Xeno and Stanley were waiting for you. The three of you rarely eat with everyone like this, so between that and the continued confusion and rumors, everyone’s eyes are on you. 

“Sorry I’m late,” You say, joining them at their chosen table. “I got caught up with something.” 

“No worries, my love,” Xeno says, nice and loud. 

“We don’t mind waiting for you,” Stanley adds. 

You smile, eyes glancing quickly around the room before looking at Xeno for confirmation. He gives the subtlest of nods, signaling his okay. 

Leaning your elbows on the table, you speak loud enough for everyone to hear without yelling. 

“So, for tonight, I was thinking that we could all go stargazing,” You say. “It is my turn to pick what we do.” 

“We’re creating light pollution here, so if we want to see anything worthwhile, we’ll have to travel for that,” Xeno says. 

“Fine with me,” Stanley says. “Long as we’re together, I don’t care.” 

You beam at the two of them, pushing up to stretch your body over the table and press kisses to them both. First to Xeno, then to Stanley. 

“Perfect,” You coo.

-

“What the fuck just happened?”

“I have no idea.”

“Wait, are they all dating each other?” 

“Can you do that?!”

“I…I have no idea…”

“I don’t see why they couldn’t. I mean, do the rules of the old world still really matter here?” 

“...who do you think was the third?” 

A whole new argument rushes through the colony.

I'm sorry but the hilarity of imagining the American colonists flail to figure out who is dating/married to who in a StanXeno x Reader scenario has me dead

"Careful, that's Captain Stanley's spouse!"

"Uh, no, that's Xeno's spouse."

"...are...are Stanley and Xeno not married???"

Meanwhile the three in question are just watching from the sidelines making bets as to who figures it out first

Was thinking about this post from the other day and realized that I have an OC from years ago that I wrote for another Fandom that fits that description due to the pile of trauma I dropped on her and now I'm just

Stanley and Xeno meeting this young woman with a soft face and calm voice but who always seems just a hair away from snapping. Who shies away from their affections for her because she's terrified she'll hurt one of them when she's having one of her bad days.

Stanley, sitting on the floor with her sobbing in his lap after she breaks something in front of him during a meltdown, cradling her in his arms and swearing that he wasn't going to leave.

Xeno helping her take a cool bath, washing her hair with gentle hands as he tries to get her to talk to him about what happened so that he can help her feel more at ease.

Both of them assuring her that it was okay for her to be angry, for her to feel resentment over her life and everything that's happened to her. Telling her that both of them would be more than happy to personally make sure the people who hurt her like this disappeared in the worst ways possible.

Xeno worrying that his faltering morals may be affecting her and pulling away, causing her to panic that it's her fault. Her trying to leave first only to be chased down and brought back home with him and Stanley where she belonged.

Anyway, I'm gonna go cry over this

How would you imagine Xeno & Stanley deal with insomniac partner?

PS. Your writings are delightful to read ♡

You're so sweet <3

And speaking of mild insomnia, I, too, need a nap

Stanley and Xeno don't really fuck around when it comes to taking care of their partner and each other. If their partner struggles with sleep, they're gonna wanna know why before they do anything.

Regardless, once they've rooted out the cause, they're quick to act.

Xeno will make a list of things to do to soothe their mind and body into wanting to sleep. I'm talking warm baths, lavender oils, extraneous activity (aka, physical intimacy with one or both of them). He will look into different medications, if the problem is that severe, but he'd prefer that they not rely on such things since he knows they can be addictive.

Stanley hides the coffee and anything else with caffeine between 5pm and 4am (when he wakes up and needs it). If they are physically able and willing, he will make them go on runs with him. If not, he's a killer masseuse and will try to stretch and loosen their muscles instead.

There was a television in the bedroom at one time, but Xeno has it removed to limit their time looking at screens before bed, and Stanley buys a white noise machine, a fan, and blackout curtains.

Stanley also becomes pretty strict about enforcing a bedtime schedule for everyone, so that their partner doesn't feel left out or neglected. All three go to bed together, no exceptions.

The only way to get out of it is if one of them is gone for work related reasons, but the two left behind are expected to keep to it (even if the only two home are Xeno and Stanley)

omg hi!!! i saw you take requests so…if you’re comfortable and willing too, could you pretty please write a smutty fic about stanxeno in a throuple with the reader? thank you sm! love your writing!

Y E S

StanXeno x fem!Reader

CW: mild smut, language, sexting (i did not go into as much detail as I could have for the sake of getting this done in a decent amount of time)

The cold breeze nipped at your bare arms as you leaned against the balcony railing of your apartment. The city was awash with light, chasing away the heavy darkness of the late night hours, the sounds of the people and cars below making it seem just a little less lonely. 

If you cared to check your watch for the seventh time, you’d see that it was passing 1am. If you cared to check your phone for the fifteenth time, you’d see the confirmation text of another late night, your love apologizing for not being able to make it on time again. 

You were used to this, honestly. Between one lover being a NASA scientist, and the other being a Special Forces soldier, you ended up home alone more often than not. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand, their jobs were both incredibly demanding and required their full attention; but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. 

Being outside, you don’t hear the front door of your apartment open and close, nor do you hear the kicking off of heavy boots and padding of socked feet searching for you. It’s not until a soft tapping on the glass behind you sounds in your ears that you even realize someone was there at all. 

It makes you jump, whirling around with a gasp and a curse, your body immediately relaxing when you recognize the man leaning against the doorway of the balcony with his arms crossed, his uniform jacket long abandoned inside, leaving him in just his pants and an undershirt. 

“Jesus, Stan!” You huff, pressing a hand to your chest. “Way to scare the life out of me!” 

“My bad, baby,” He hums. He uncrosses his arms and lifts one, signaling for you to take the handful of steps towards him and sink into his arms. 

He reeks of smoke and gunpowder and travel, but he’s as real and warm as when he left several weeks ago. You just lean on his chest, letting his arm drape around you, holding you against him lazily for a long, quiet moment. 

“Where’s Xee?” He asks, after a while. 

“Work, I think. I texted him like two hours ago, dunno if he’s gotten back to me or not. I left my phone inside,” You mumble unhappily. Stanley lets out a hum that mirrors your annoyance, his arm tightening around you in a much firmer hug. 

“Guess we just gotta celebrate my comin’ home early without ‘im,” He says, heat in his tone. You huff out a laugh, shaking your head and looking up at him. 

“It’s late,” You say.

“And?” 

You laugh again, deciding that he makes a fair enough argument. 

“Kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

You missed his lips against yours, the way his hands roam without restriction. For a man who seemed so distant to others, he was always so touchy with you and Xeno. 

You wish you’d known he was coming home, you could have pulled out that lacy little number that drove him crazy, instead of your current sweatpants and sweater combo. Not that it seemed to matter to him at all, since he was hellbent on taking it all off of you anyway. 

He drags you inside, letting go only long enough to slam and lock the balcony door before he’s back on you, pressing kiss after kiss into your lips. His arms wrap around you, lifting you with the kind of ease that only comes from experience, and he carries you back through the apartment and into the bedroom, where he dumps you unceremoniously onto the bed. His impatience shows in the way he pins you, clothes going whichever direction he tosses them.

Quick, desperate sex was normal for Stanley after his deployments, regardless of whether they’re a few days or a few months, and you had absolutely no qualms with that. It showed that he’d missed you just as much, that he was just as miserable without you as you were without him and Xeno. 

So when he works you up until you’re an absolute mess and then stops, you think maybe he’s lost his mind a little bit. 

“Don’t move,” He says, kissing you hard before sliding off the bed and vanishing into the hall. You wait in frustrated confusion, your whole body vibrating with need, for him to come back and finish what he started. 

He returns in a flash, your own cellphone in his hands. He says nothing as he climbs back over you, situating himself between your legs, one of his wicked smirks growing over his face at the way you squirm and whine, aching for more. 

“Xee’s on his way home,” He says, voice thick with mischief. “How ‘bout we send him a picture? Show him how fuckin’ pretty our girl is when she’s like this so he knows what he’s missin’.” 

A giggle bursts out of you, your head nodding wildly. This was definitely a first, but you were into it. You can imagine Xeno’s expression when he opens the text Stanley is sending him via your phone. The picture of you, bare and desperate, would have his face flushed, and there was no doubt that he’d, as Stanley would put it, get his ass in gear, and speed home to you.

The message is sent with a soft whoosh, the phone is tossed onto the side table, and Stanley wastes no more time in getting what he wants. 

Time becomes meaningless when he’s making love to you like this, every touch making the desperate race to pleasure hotter and more intense. 

Unlike when Stanley arrived, you hear very clearly when Xeno slams the front door open, the sound of his racing footsteps loud against the floor as he races down the hall and into the bedroom. Stanley sits up, keeping himself seated inside you, and looks over his shoulder with that same smirk from earlier.

“Look who’s finally home,” He hums. “We thought you’d never make it.” 

Xeno laughs, sounding mildly delirious as he stares with wide eyes at the two of you.

“If I’d known it was going to be such a party, I would have made myself more available,” He says, slinking into the room. Stanley simply hums in reply. 

“Xee~” You reach a hand out to your other lover weakly. “C’mere.” 

“Shall I, my love?” 

“Better make it quick, we’re almost done,” Stanley shifts, sending a shudder and a whine through you in order to make his point clear. 

Xeno chuckles again, eyes dark and filled with want. 

“Very well, if you insist.”