Stella

You and Xeno both piled into Stanley’s car. You hucked your backpack into the back seat as you climbed into the front- accidentally hitting Xeno with it. You snorted, trying to hold back your laugh. Stanley saw the event in the rearview, bursting out into full blown laughter. 

“Sorry, Xen.” Stanley’s outburst turned your held back laugh into a fit of giggles as Xeno rubbed his temple where your bag hit him.

“It’s alright, dear. Lucky for me, there weren’t any textbooks in there. Not planning on doing much studying this weekend, hm?” He settled himself in his seat, raising a curious brow at you. 

“Hell no I’m not. Not when we get to go to Stanley’s house.” You leaned back over your seat towards Xeno, loudly whispering the end of the sentence like you were telling a secret. You turned back around in your seat and turned your face to Stan, who was dramatically rolling his eyes at your teasing. 

“Trust me,” Stan started, “you don’t want to be there any other day.” You hummed in agreement. Stanley’s parents were out of town this weekend for a funeral- and he had managed to talk his way out of going. You and Xeno had both met Stan’s parents before. You liked his mom, but his dad… You had no desire to ever be in the same building as that man again. With the house to himself for the weekend, Stanley had invited you and Xeno over. You were excited! You spent most of your time outside of school with the two, they were your best friends, but it was rare that you ever got time with no parents around. 

At Stanley’s, you sat on the floor rummaging through the Snyder’s small DVD collection. Stanley was in the next room ordering pizzas. Xeno was sat on the couch, switching between his book and watching your hunt for something to watch. 

“Finding anything good down there, dear?” Xeno asked, looking up to you from the textbook in his lap. 

“Fucking no,” you pulled disc cases out from the cabinet, “You can tell this is all his parents’. Top Gun, The Sound of Music, Fried Green Tomatoes…” You started to put everything back into the cabinet and shut it. You stood up and sat on the couch next to Xeno.

“Check what’s free on pay per view,” you pointed across him at the remote sitting on the couch, “it’s gotta be better than what’s in there.” Xeno nodded, putting his textbook aside and turning on the TV. He changed the channel to check out the on demand selection. Stanley walked back into the room.

“Food’ll be here in 20,” He flopped down on the couch next to you, “What are we watching?”

“Dunno yet,” you said, grabbing the blanket that was draped on the back of the couch and wrapping yourself in it, “your entertainment selection sucks, Snyder.”

He laughed, “Yeah I don’t really spend much time out here, or here in general. Everything in there is my mom and dad’s.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” You curled up into your spot, making yourself comfortable, watching Xeno flip through the movie options.

“Ooh! Ooh! Iron Man!” You moved your arm out from under the blanket, pointing at the screen. “I haven’t seen that one yet. Turn it on, Xen.” You knew very well that both boys would be perfectly fine with whatever you decided to turn on. Xeno selected the movie and set the remote down, picking his textbook back up. 

“Xeno, it’s movie night. Put the book away.” You gently kicked his lap from your spot.

“I am perfectly capable of doing both at once,” he said, gesturing to the screen, “I’m just finishing up this chapter for my exam on Monday, and then I’ll be done. Promise.” You sighed, and turned your attention back to the screen.

“Stupid super genius, don’t you already know all that stuff?” you muttered, getting a short laugh out of Stanley.

The sun had fully set by the time the movie- which Xeno continuously interjected into to point out scientific falsehoods- was over. Stanley got up and walked to the kitchen. You stuck your arm out of the blanket to reach towards the coffee table, where the two half-empty boxes of pizza laid, grabbing another slice. 

“Anyone want something to drink?” Stanley came back into the room, a case of beer in one hand, and gripping a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka in the other, a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Aren’t you gonna get in trouble for that?” You asked, swallowing your bite. 

“This does not seem like one of your most elegant ideas, Stanley.” Xeno said, shifting in his seat. 

“I promise you, my dad has so much shit in there that he won’t realize anything is gone. His drunk ass will just think he drank too much and forgot about it. Come on,” he set the items down on the coffee table, taking out a bottle of beer- opening it, and handing it to you. You shrugged and took it, taking a sip. Stanley did the same. He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“You drank before, Y/N?” He asked, sipping on his own drink.

“My parents let me at family parties and stuff, but nothing crazy.” You replied. You turned to Xeno, “want one?” Xeno frowned, eyes flicking between you and Stan.

“The three of us have certainly had our share of risky decisions, but really? Are we really going to start the habit of substance abuse this early in our lives?” He replied.

“Oh come onnnnn, Xen. Loosen up a little, you’re being dramatic.” You laughed as you pushed, testing the waters of his limits. Stanley was already grabbing another bottle, opening it, and handing it out to Xeno. 

Xeno sighed, “I believe this is the peer pressure I’ve always been warned about.” He grabbed the bottle from Stanley, hesitantly taking a sip. His lip curled up in disgust at the taste. You and Stanley both laughed. 

“If that’s how easily you give into peer pressure, we need to keep a close eye on you, Xen. That was pretty pathetic.” You laughed again, taking another drink. “Here, give me that,” You reached forward and grabbed the beer from Xeno, “I’ll finish it.” 

Stanley got up and walked back into the kitchen. You could hear him rummaging around in the fridge, and then the cabinet, before he came back out holding a glass of lemonade. He opened the bottle of vodka, pouring a generous amount into the glass, handing it to Xeno. 

“There, you’ll like that better.” He said, and went back to his own drink. You both watched Xeno take a sip of his new drink, and then another one. 

“This is much more palatable. Thank you, Stanley.” He said.

By midnight, the three of you had migrated into Stanley’s room. Originally, you had gone back there to change into your pajamas, but the two of them had followed soon after you. The three of you were drunk. You were laying on Stan’s bed, head pressed to Xeno’s lap, but not quite on it, your legs hanging off the side of the bed. You had a severe case of the giggles as you listened to Xeno yammer on about some astronomy stuff you didn’t quite understand. You had the, now nearly empty, bottle of whisky clutched in your hand, occasionally sitting up just enough to take another sip. 

Stanley returned back to the room, having left for a few minutes to take a quick shower. He came back with nothing but boxers on, the red flush of alcohol still very much present on his cheeks. Your eyes drifted over to him, and with the way Xeno suddenly shut up, you assumed his had, too. You both watched as he dug through his dresser to find something to sleep in. He noticed the silence and turned to the two of you, raising an eyebrow. 

“Like what you see?” He asked, teasing and slipping a shirt on. You felt your cheeks heat up, more than they already were from the drinks. You started giggling again as you got more flustered. 

“And if we do?” Xeno asked. Your mouth fell open at his boldness. The drinks were really working on him. Was he flirting right now?

You watched Stanley’s lips curl into a devious smirk. He grabbed the bottle of beer he had left on his dresser before and took a long drink, finishing it off. Setting the bottle down, he walked over to the bed and practically crawled his way from the foot of it to the headboard that Xeno was sitting against until he was hovering over him. And, due to your proximity, hovering over you. 

“Well, I would have to do something about it,” Stanley replied, his lips mere centimeters away from Xeno’s.

What the hell was going on? Was this really happening right now? Sure, the three of you certainly had tension. Any pair of you was commonly mistaken as a couple. Even when you were kids, your parents would tease you about which one of the two you were going to pick one day. Since starting high school together, the three of you became acutely aware that something was brewing between all of you, but it was never addressed. Until now. 

“Then, do something about it.” Xeno said. You bit your lip as you watched the scene play out before you. Stanley didn’t hesitate to close the gap between the two. The kiss was about as sloppy as one would expect with both of them drunk off their asses but you loved it. You moved yourself from your laying position to sit on your knees next to them, honestly unsure if they would even notice you. You could feel the pit of jealousy forming in your stomach- they didn’t have much longer before you would force them to include you. Clocking your movement, Stanley pulled away from Xeno, turning to you. 

“Don’t think I forgot about you, doll.” He moved to sit on the bed, gently grabbing your face in his hands and pulling you in. His lips met yours and the mixing taste of beer and whiskey immediately hit your tongue. Your brain turned to complete fuzz- the adrenaline of the moment combined with the alcohol to nearly black you out. You acted on instinct, trying to match his movements despite not having any experience yourself. 

Eventually, you pulled back from Stan and turned your attention to Xeno, who was happily watching and waiting his turn. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into you, lips crashing together. You could taste the sourness from his drinks on his tongue. You deepend the kiss, moving your lower half to climb into his lap, his hands finding purchase on your hips. 

You finally pulled back to catch your breath. As you leaned back, you found yourself hitting Stan’s chest, who was waiting behind you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, effectively sandwiching you between the two. You learned your head back, looking up at him. He looked down at you and smiled. 

“We’re drunk.” He said, matter-of-factly.

“Extremetly.” You said in agreement, turning your gaze to Xeno, whose eyes looked drunk off of more than just liquor. 

He smiled softly at both of you, “perhaps we should get some sleep. We can explore this dynamic further when we’re all thinking straight.”

You and Stan both nodded, Stan moving his arm from around you. He got up to turn off the lights, as you and Xeno both got comfortable under the covers. 

“Oh, yeah, just help yourselves to my bed. It’s not like I set sleeping bags up for the two of you or anything,” Stanley teased as he turned off the light.

“You are not about to get us drunk, make out with us, and then make us sleep on the floor, Stanley.” You said, trying hard not to slur your words. You heard chuckling, and felt the bed dip next to you as he laid down. Xeno wrapped his arms around you from behind, and you curled into Stan, who wormed his arms around you, his top hand resting on Xeno’s waist. You could hear Xeno muttering something, but it was muffled by your back, and the slurring of his words. It didn’t take long for the three of you to fall asleep. 

In the morning, you awoke in pretty much the same position. This time, your head was laying on Stanley’s chest, with Xeno’s arms still firmly wrapped around your middle. You took in the configuration the three of you had found yourselves in, memories from the night before coming back to you. Your head was absolutely pounding, and your stomach felt like a black hole. You could feel Stanley stirring under you. You turned your head up just enough to meet the eyes that were already looking down at you. You could hear Xeno’s deep breaths behind you- he was still sound asleep. 

“Mornin’, doll,” Stanley said, moving his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. 

You gave him a sleepy smile, “Good morning.”

“How do you feel?” His voice was soft, not wanting to wake the man still sleeping next to you.

“Like I got hit by a truck,” you huffed out a short laugh, “You?”

He nodded in agreement, “Same.” He moved his hand to your waist, wrapping it around you as much as he could, “You still okay with this?” The question was casual, but you could tell he asked it in earnest.

You nodded, moving your head to bury it in his chest, trying to block out the light from the sun poking through the windows, “Very much so.” You moved one of your hands down to entangle it in one of Xeno’s wrapped around you, and used your other hand to move Stan’s hand off your waist and to his side so you could hold it as well. 

You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head, and both of you drifted back off to sleep. 

The memory hit you like a flash as you leaned against the railing of the Persues. You took a sip of your drink, and pondered over Gen’s question: how did the three of you even start dating?

“Well, the short answer is this,” You chuckled, and lifted up your stein of beer, “we were 16 and drunk.”

Gen laughed, “a classic recipe for disaster.”

You smiled and nodded, taking another drink, “I suppose. But, it worked out in the end. It always would have ended up this way- the drinks just gave us the courage we needed to make it happen sooner.” Gen placed a hand on your shoulder as he started to walk away to join the rest of the crew at the bar. 

“It seems the courage from that night never left you, dear Y/N. You’ll have them back soon.” His hand left your shoulder as he walked away. You smiled sadly, looking out towards the ocean. You could only hold onto the hope that he was right. 

One more week until you dropped anchor in San Francisco. 

A/N: I had something else to tell you guys, but I can't remember what it was. It's been literally 30 seconds since I wrote the last author's note and I already forgot. Dear God.

I hope you all enjoyed! Like I said, the next part is like... pretty much done? But I said that in the last part and then it took me two weeks to post this so... Don't hold your breath. I really want to write more, but I am STUPID busy all of the damn time. I have a couple other WIPs outside of this series that I really want to finish- plus writing this so... idk we'll just see.

Okay I'll stfu. Love you byeeee <3

"STARTING A WAR WITH A CHILD?" You yell at him while pointing in said boy's direction; Stanley takes a step back while Xeno tries not to shrink back at your rage.

"I'm almost twenty." Senku starts, and you whip around to give him an unimpressed look, which shuts down the rest of his witty remarks.

"AND THEN WITH THE WORLD DOMINATION?" Xeno's staring down at his shoes now, and you continue to fuss at him before turning your tirade on to his best friend, asking how he could endorse him while you were gone.

"I go to Japan, and the apocalypse starts, and the two of you decide to become tyrants in my absence? Are you serious right now?" It takes everything in you not to strangle Stanley when he shrugs his shoulders. You hold your head in your hands, and Stanley grabs Senku and leaves you and your husband to have a moment to talk. You fall to your knees with a sob and furiously rub your eyes. Xeno comes and sits in front of you, wraps his arms around you, and slowly rocks you while mumbling to you.

"Do you know how scary it was to wake up on the other side of the world, having people speaking a different language, not seeing you when I woke up?" You told him, your eyes cloudly, thinking about how worried you were about him, spending years away from him, not knowing if he was awake.

"I was terrified when I woke and realized you weren't anywhere in the surrounding area. I had Stanley looking for you for days, " he tells you in turn while petting you absently. You rest your face on his chest and look up at him. He looks down at you, removes his gloves, and his bare hands meet the skin under your eyes, wiping away the rest of your tears. You lean into his hands, and he kisses your eyes gently before kissing your lips. You smile into the kiss, wrap your arms around him, and hum in his lips. The both of you bask in each other's presence for a bit before Xeno hoists you up to your feet; he leads you back to the fortress.

When both groups met to have a peaceful dinner to celebrate progress and move forward with each other, the dinner was highly awkward; any conversations that were being had were held with the respective group members and not with each other. You sat at the table with all the scientists: Suika, Chrome, Senku, and Xeno. Along with a few of the warriors: Tsukasa, Stanley, and Kohaku. And Gen ( You don't know when he joined.) Gen broke the silence with a simple question for you and Xeno.

"How did you and Xeno-chan meet?" There was a devious glint in his eyes. Xeno looked at you, which was a sign that you could answer.

"We met at one of Stanley's military events; we were the only people there wearing all black. I got a little closer to where he was to get a better look at who I thought was the most beautiful person at that sad excuse for a gala." As you told them, you spoke with a dreamy tone, and a few of the other members started to listen and pay attention.

"What was your first conversation like?" Suika butted in. This time, Xeno answered.

"She inquired about the documents I was overlooking during the event. She watched me with such rapture when I told her about them." He shares with a slight chuckle while looking at you again. Senku lets out a gag, and Stanley is grinning at you both. There's a few awe from the table, and you notice that the groups are now mingling. The others broke off into chats, and you and Xeno started your own one.

"Was it only my clothing you found interesting?" He asks while leaning closer.