losers club /// little space

new place || stan x syd

first ianowt oneshot !!

writing this because goddamn it small stanley barber has my soul like i just can't

little!stan + CG!syd - completely platonic, yes i know most people say stan n syd have more chemistry than syd n dina but cmon we haven't seen much of them yet

slightly different au where uh,, i dont know,, syd didn't commit 3rd degree murder-

quick warning ⚠️ there will be short use of homophobic language so proceed w caution if that's something worth proceeding w caution ⚠️

okay now stoRY

   3rd POV:

That day when Stan and Syd got high in his basement (for the first time, there have been many times they got high together following this day), when Syd revealed her deepest darkest secret, it was only fair for Stan to reciprocate,

"Uh.." High as a kite, Stan drags out, unknowingly blushing a tint of pink. He stares at the ceiling, that had stopped spinning the moment Syd asked for his secret.

He plays with the hem of his bowling uniform, biting his lip in hesitation to speak. Syd just waits in silence, yet impatient like any other.

"Sometimes.." The squirming boy decides to sit up, prompting her to do the same. A rush of dizziness hits her, probably from laying down for so long. Or maybe the pot. Probably the pot.

"Sometimes, I feel like a five year old." Stan says casually, holding up five fingers for visual representation. Syd lets out a hum in return, showing him as much attentiveness as possible her current state would let her.

"Whenever I get too stressed... or like whenever my dad comes home.. my brain does this funny thing where.. I'm- uh- five again." Very articulate, Stanley Barber. Well done.

All Syd could muster in return was, "Cool."

After that, it kinda just escalated from there. They've agreed every other Saturday, from 10:30am to 2:30pm, they have Stan's little time, usually at Stan's place since his father is never home-

Except today.

Quick change of plans, and luckily for them, Syd's mom promised to work a double that day and Liam was at a sleepover. And to add, Syd's never had Stan over.

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Syd finds herself walking over to Stan's place at about 10:27am, not needing to leave too early since she lives in the same neighborhood as him.

Once there, she stands a respectable distance away from his front porch and waits patiently for a certain boy to walk out.

Inside the house, Stan's currently scurrying around, shoving his few little things in his backpack that are hidden in different crooks and crannies that only his caregiver really  remembers where they are.

He throws in his colouring book and some crayons, his favourite stuffed animal and his blue sippy cup. He's about to hurry off, but he's forgetting one thing - his paci.

Stanley then spends another 3 minutes throwing stuff all over the floor looking for the- his mint green soother. It was deep under a pile of (surprisingly clean) clothes, remembering he threw it under there 2 days ago, when he heard his dad pulling up in the driveway.

He barely even heard him, untroubled by everything around him, all he was really focused on was the bloodwitch he was listening to, the rhythmic suckling sound coming from the paci in his mouth and the soft fabric of Syd's sweater (he was secretly wearing,) that she left there once.

Luckily for Stan, but unfortunately for the pedestrian on the street was almost hit by his drunk dad driving, who had honked quite obnoxiously because of her. The sound of his dad's car honk is so loud, it was enough for Stan to hear (and be aggressively startled people by) it, he falls off the couch, quickly standing back up and practically chucks the pacifier across the room, out of sight.

"Stanley!" He hears the man call from upstairs, the boy winces at the loud noise still feeling in between headspaces but goes up anyway. He's slumped on the couch as per usual and tells Stan to get him a beer but on top of that,

"And take off that girly sweater, you look like a faggot." The boy swallowed hard at his father's words, feeling the urge to leak a waterfall from his eyes but he doesn't. He goes to the kitchen, grabs a bottle of beer and sets it on the table.

He goes back down to his basement, grabbing his ipod and his headphones, setting his bloodwitch to max volume. The boy passes out on his couch shortly after, his thumb finding its way in his mouth.

Stanley shudders, rethinking back to that moment, but he grabs his paci, grabs his nighttime invisalign case he uses as a paci case and sticks it inside the front backpack pocket.

He rushes outside, swiftly dodging his father's comments and out he goes. He spots the girl standing on the concrete across the street and she waves him over. He lets out a sigh of relief and smiles, walking to Syd.

They exchange fellow greetings and all that, and off they went to Syd's place. On the walk there, she asks him, "how you feelin', bug?" Stan smiles at the designated nickname she calls him only when he's little.

"Could be better. Dad's a meanie, as always." He speaks softly, scratching his ear. The way he's speaking indicates he's already regressing.

"Buggy, ya feeling small already?" Stan bites his lip, fighting off a grin. He nods slightly, staring at his shoes, muttering a "mhm." Sydney chuckles, reaching up to ruffle the boy's messy hair.

The boy takes the courage to reach over and holds one of his caregiver's fingers in his hand. Syd smirks, knowing this is one of the many actions that makes him feel small.

"And~ we're here! Welcome to my humble abode, I know it's not much but- hey, careful, Stan!" The boy immediately lets go of her pointer finger and darts into the house, wanting to explore. Syd regrets not keeping a full hand on him but he'll be let off easy for today.

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there we go! pre strange way to end it but i guess if yall want a part two, yell at me in the comments and vote ;)

and !! next chapter that's being posted is going to be a collection of headcanons of stozier !! it's a bit different from my usual content i post but its still gon b cute

kay thats it from me

stay safe, stay lovely n wash your hands

(also oops i meant to post this in december im just kinda dumb lmao)

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{970 words}

{finished writing july 2, 2020}
{published january 2, 2020}